In observance of Vore Day, I added one page to Original Stories by Olo:
| The Prof
Previously a Daddy’s Dollhouse exclusive! A debauched retired professor retains a local procurer to hunt and shrink women for him. Shrunken Women, Giant Man, Non-Consensual, M/ff, Technology, Instant Size Change, Fatal Soft Vore, Kidnapping, Entrapment, Human-Trafficking, Rape By Giant Cock |
30 Apr 2023
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I don’t know if Janice in the City was the first size story that Scott Grildrig ever wrote, but it arguably set the standard for giantess rampage stories, and in the thirty years since he first published it it has remained firmly astride the size story canon it established. Note that it was initially posted in 1993 to the Usenet group alt.sex.stories, a forum for general erotica. Even though the school where I worked then had Usenet access, I would never have looked for such a story there, as I didn’t think anyone else out there was into what I would eventually call size fantasy, and certainly not in an erotic sense.
Continue reading “Scott Grildrig, Janice in the City, and Me”
I’m A Virgo is a short series (seven episodes, 30 minutes each) on Amazon Prime created Boots Riley (Sorry To Bother You), all of which became available on June 23, 2023. The primary theme is about Cootie (Jharrel Jerome), a young black man who happens to be 13-feet-tall, but it also veers into deconstruction the superhero genre and the necessity of destroying capitalism.
The chief attraction of the series for this blog is the depiction of sex between differently-sized people, and Cootie does get it on with Flora (Olivia Washington). If all you’re interested in is the big sex scene, it’s in Episode 4 (“Balance Beam”). No actual nudity is shown, but we do see topless Cootie and bare-shouldered Flora trying different positions, and the dialogue and sound effects go a long way toward illustrating what we all want to see.
No CGI was used in this series; they accomplish a lot with forced-perspective and puppets (a giant puppet for Cootie and half-scale puppets for everyone else). Cootie interacts with many half-scale sets and props, but there are also enough digital composite shots to allow all the differently-sized characters to be portrayed by actors simultaneously.
Did I mention that about halfway through the series a whole neighborhood of people wake up one morning shrunk to six inches or less? This phenomenon is never explained, and the first season concludes without any mention as to whether they remain tiny or who was responsible. The tinies get a small amount of interaction with the other characters, and one tiny man even makes a lewd advance to Flora (“It requires trust on my part”).
Apart from the sizey bits, the series is pretty good. It’s even more absurd than Sorry To Bother You, but gratifyingly so. In addition to his unusual size, Jerome has to portray Cootie as essentially home-schooled, as his (foster?) parents have kept him a secret all his life. Walton Goggins is superb as the main antagonist, showing just how criminally underused he was in Ant-Man and the Wasp. The pacing is uneven, and when the show loses focus on Cootie you wonder where it’s going. The dialogue is wonderful, however, and the art design is stunningly creative. There are no simple characters here; they all make you believe they have stories of their own (if few of them get satisfactory resolutions).
I hope they make another season. Olivia Washington has already been installed in my personal pantheon.
May the Estival Solstice be festive for all.
It’s nowhere near as exhilarating as actually being there, but I always get a frisson of discovery when I read about other people’s SizeCon experiences. Misadventure seems to stalk staff and attendees alike, but when connections are made with fellow kinksters the joyous relief is palpable.
This post will be updated as additional reports become available.
SizeCon 2023 is happening this weekend, 2-4 June, in-person for the first time since COVID-19 emerged. It’s in Piscataway-Somerset (northeast New Jersey, about 40 miles from New York), the same venue as previous SizeCons. I don’t know if tickets are still available, but I’m confident the hotel rooms reserved for the convention have long been filled. If you can’t attend in person, they’re holding a couple of “hybrid” events where you can socially interact online with attendees. Details here.
I am once again unable to attend for the same financial reasons as before. When the first SizeCon was held in 2016, I didn’t think it was the event for me. When they held it again in 2017 and 2018, I was at the height of my involvement with Size Tumblr, and I had to admit there were a few people I would love to have met in person. I live on the other side of the continent, however, and it just wasn’t practical. SizeCon 2019 didn’t happen due to difficulty securing a venue. SizeCon 2020 was held in February, mere weeks before COVID-19 gripped the world.
I think a lot of us were feeling a little apocalyptic in 2020, and reading the SizeCon after-action reports as the pandemic shut down one element of public life after another induced pangs of real regret that I had missed out on a wonderful opportunity, quite possibly for good. Nothing like a global pandemic and the rise of fascism to remind one of one’s mortality.
Jitensha was the prime mover behind the first SizeCon and she has remained deeply involved in subsequent events. She even moved to Japan last year and is still flying back for this SizeCon. Scores of people have volunteered their time, effort, and skills to make each of the SizeCon events happen, including the online “Micro” SizeCon get-togethers since 2020. I haven’t seen the actual attendance numbers, but it really seems to me that the anticipation for 2023 doesn’t seem to be any less enthusiastic than it was for 2020, and that is a true testament to the spirit of fellowship generated by these people.
By my people.
A Condensed story. Inspired by Galiagan’s Tiny Roommate series.
Content Notes: F/m, shrunken man, disrespectful attitude, grabbing without asking, non-consensual entrapment, vore mention, breast play, Stockholm Syndrome
Unlike most everyone else, Jessica thought the Condensation was hilarious. She never imagined that it might happen to her, and so far it hadn’t. It had happened to a girl from her high school class, but Jessica didn’t know her very well and she just giggled whenever she appeared on her Instagram, standing in the palm of her poor husband’s hand.
Not all of the Condensed had family or friends to look after them, and a number of government agencies and charitable organizations implemented a variety of programs to obtain secure environments for the shrunken people. Jessica saw an advertisement offering a monthly stipend for people who took in Condensed people as roommates, and she could always use a little more cash.
“I mean,” she told her friend Shondra, “how much could one of those little bugs eat? Give ‘em a tissue box to sleep in and they’re all set.”
“Don’t they check up on you to make sure you’re not abusin’ ‘em?”
“I’m not gonna abuse ‘em, Jesus. I’m just sayin’ it’ll cost less than that stipend brings in. Way less.”
“I thought you liked living on your own.”
“I like not having to clean up someone else’s mess or listen to their stupid music. I wouldn’t mind having someone to chat or watch shows with, though. If she ever got annoying I’d just put her in her box.”
“You bad, girl.”
“It’s not my fault they got tiny! They should be grateful to whoever takes ‘em in.”
Continue reading “Tiny Roommate”
When the Condensation (as it came to be called) started two years ago, most people were terrified. Junk DNA, present in one person in five hundred (at the latest estimate), caused a drastic metamorphosis in the affected population. Carriers of the activated DNA fell into a coma and began to slowly shrink in size. The process took a little over a month, and when the afflicted people woke from their coma they found themselves at four percent of their original height.
Not all the afflicted underwent this metamorphosis at the same time, and the shrinkings were unevenly distributed geographically, appearing first in Asia, then Africa, then worldwide. Geneticists were still deeply divided as to the precise DNA sequence(s) responsible for the change, and they had no real idea how they had been activated. Some people theorized that the activation had been triggered by environmental conditions related to global population levels and/or climate change, but there was no direct evidence of this. Nevertheless, proponents of this theory suggested that the global human population needed to be “condensed” to be sustainable, and the name stuck.
Two years may have been enough time to give the phenomenon a name, but it wasn’t nearly enough time for societies to adjust and accommodate their Condensed populations. The only observable limitation so far was that no one younger than 14 had been Condensed, leading to speculation about the role of hormones and puberty in triggering the metamorphosis. Adults of every age, gender, country, ethnicity, and wealth stratum were susceptible to being Condensed, threatening hierarchies around the world.
New Condensed story: Tiny Roommate
New Condensed story: Tiny Roommate – Taking The Plunge
Added one page to Original Stories by Olo:
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Sequel to Resonance: Shrinking technology falls into the wrong hands. Shrunken People, Preds of all genders, Multiple Grisly Deaths, Violence Physical and Moral, Callous Displays of Blood and Gore, Systemic Nonconsensual Encounters, Fatal Vore Hard and Soft, Fatal Vaginal Insertion, Prisoner Abuse, Torture, Mutilation, Scientific Rivalry, Addiction to Cruelty |
28 Apr 2023
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Straight-up horror here. No real sexytimes, unless you get off to torture and horrific death (no judgment).
“Truly dystopian…bleak…unsettling.” —Nyx
El Amante Menguante 