A young woman keeps her playthings in a shoebox under her bed
"Her dark sleeve." Never run into that one before. Nice.
Why thank you.
Julian may or may not be the first tiny that Mrs. May has encountered who was aroused by her despite their predicament, but she clearly recognizes his need and I expect she will enjoy denying him. If he ever manages to bust his nut in her proximity, I expect it will be at the climax (heh) of the story.
A collection of my short stories and vignettes.
Corrupting others is one of the most delicious pleasures. It's even more fun when you don't have any supernatural insight into their inner thoughts; you just have to look for the signs. The tiny impatiences, the brief glares of hatred, the exaggerated exhalations covering sotto voce profanities. Then you give them free rein and watch as those reflexive self-restraints fall away.
What happened to Joan's earlier creations, once their initial rampages were exhausted? Did she return them to normal size? Did the Men In Black capture them?
I imagined that once they had served their purpose, Joan's creations were shrank down and returned to their dull, dreary lives. But at least they received the opportunity to enjoy godlike power, even if only for a short time.
So: she gives them a taste of nigh-unlimited power, then drops them back into their daily frustrations, leaving them to feel guilt over their atrocities (and for having enjoyed them) until facial-recognition software catches up with them.
No, that's not cruel at all.
I'll admit that my giant characters are all terrible people. Believe it or not, but I've tried to write a few stories in which the giant/giantess acts like a decent human being. One of these days, I might actually do it. Maybe?
One of the things I find most difficult to achieve in size fetish fiction is finding the right balance of description. In "normal" fiction, it's usually better to slip visual/physical descriptions in subtly, sometimes minimally, avoiding bald reportage. This is size fetish, however, and we're all here for the dramatic size difference, so we want those descriptions kept immediate. But it's also possible to over-do it, both in letting the descriptions get in the way of the narrative as well as just repeating yourself.
You're one of the best I've read at getting this balance right. Your giants are always startling when they speak, and they're always terrifying when they move. The pace of your stories never drags, either, and the inner sufferings and cruelties have equal weight with the physical atrocities. These vignettes are terrifically affecting.
I'm fairly convinced Hasiron restrains his subordinates from completely wiping the human Resistance out in order to keep their hopes alive until he can crush them personally. As chattel, humans are at Hasiron's disposal, but it must be even more delicious when another Sisao, like Ateinia, gives him an excuse to use a rival in the same way.
Access to this masea stuff simply has to be the only political issue in the galaxy.
Thank you! While my main purpose in writing size fetish stories is to explore the fetish aspects, I do try to keep things like pacing and description in mind. Character development can be the most challenging for me, especially when it comes to my giant/giantess characters. They are often satisfied with being evil monsters, so it can be difficult to make them complex (still, I give it my best shot).
And you’re correct, Hasiron keeps them alive just for his amusement. What else are you supposed to do for entertainment on a primitive planet in the middle of nowhere? ;)
Idle giants are Nyx's workshop.
When someone has godlike power, they need to find new sources of entertainment.
"Oh, did you mean now?" That's the deft whip-crack.
I think I like this demon too much. I'm curious about what his favorite incarnation actually is.
But yeah, Dolores really is a crappy witch. Shoulda kept the grimoires under lock and key, girls.
Thank you! Nyrarius was a really fun character to write. As for Dolores, I agree, she should have chosen a different line of work (preferably something that doesn’t unleash ancient demons upon the world).
I want to say something profound about cosmic attraction and coalescing stardust, but I think I'll just sit here and watch Lem's thighs churn through the sea.
As always with gods, the pitfall is their motivation. Being a teacher, Isabel is perfectly oriented to shaping Lem's mind into human dimensions, but she's gotta be wondering "Why me?" Accepting his attentions will require infinite grace.
If Lem keeps making public appearances, he's gonna develop a cult. I hope Isabel is prepared to educate him about religion.
Well-deserved accolades. Very striking atmospheric notes of atrocity, like the beginning of a horror movie. That it's actually the end makes it even more powerful, as waves of guilt crash upon Maia's imagination.
Absolutely gripping from beginning to end. Maia's anguishes and temptations resounded as deeply as her footsteps. You really have gotten economical with your phrasing, packing emotion and exposition into a few sentences.
The tiny nurse and Maia cooperating without being able to communicate really highlights their desperate courage. And they both know that there is a harsh limit to how much they can help each other.
Admiration and applause!
like the face of a man watching leaves blow across a yard.
Exquisite.
When Quint's new neighbor invites him over so they can get to know each other, he doesn't realize quite how much he's about to find out.
Really looking forward to meeting Mom, to get the other side of this traveling honeytrap.
I like "Quimt" as a demeaning nickname, but it's too easy to Autocorrect.
Damn. Didn't even think of that.
tbh I love your reviews because they often give me ideas for where a story should be headed. Be proud.
Of course, Mom and one other mystery person are already on the slate for this one. ;)
To digress a bit, I think "quimt" works even better as a past participle. "Fucked" has a constellation of meanings, but there's no denying that a common usage is "dominated by sexual penetration." To be sure, someone anatomically unequipped to perform sexual penetration can still be said to fuck someone else in a dominating manner, but if often requires context. All things being equal, the penetrator is the fucker and the penetrated is the fuckee.
I think we're long overdue for a unique word to descibe dominating sexual engulfment. "Quimt," with its Old English "-t" declension, both recalls "cunt" and feels appropriately enveloping in the back of the mouth. "She quimt him good." "I got all quimt-up this weekend." "I'm in the mood for quimming."
And yes, I think anal engulfing deserves its own word too.
This is easily the best discussion. No qualifiers.
If a giantess is feeling horny and she's turned on by the thought of dousing her tiny, does that make her quimmy? Both in her current biological state but also in her intention.
It's funny how you can learn all kinds of weird sexual words from reading Pynchon. I learned quim and merkin and others that I've since forgotten. Gotta love him.
For the anal one... A quick google translate says that soak in latin in inebriat, so maybe getting a tiny drunk on ass would be analbriation. ;)
Yes, I like "quimmy" as am aggressive state of female horniness. "He made me wet" is too passive. Even "I popped a lady-boner" doesn't indicate that she wants to use it to bone someone.
To be clear, I have never lived in a body equipped with a vagina, labia, or a clitoris, so for my part this is all speculation. "Quimmy," with the same cadence as "runny," both includes "wetness" as well as suggests "humming," which in turn suggests a descriptive state of agitation. To my (filthy) mind, a quimmy woman's labia are actively prehensile in their need to grab hold of something (or, in the case of a tiny, someone).
Puppies with puppies. Ouch.
Hehehe
Proud of that line and Sunny D's in chapter 1.
In the not so distant future humanity conquers the speed of light, but at a cost. Anyone wanting to travel in hyperspace must shrink to nearly microscopic proportions. A deep space flight program is created and the new Micronauts are humanity's most extreme explorers. This story follows one Micornaut's journey to the stars.
I'm not a slow-shrink fan, but I'm really enjoying this one! You've really hit the sweet spot in keeping the size-difference vivid and fresh without becoming repetitive. You also do an excellent job providing views into each of the main characters' perspectives while keeping them distinct. I love seeing many different women have their own individual reactions to encountering a shrunken man. From a fetish standpoint I understand why most of the women in this story quickly get into it. It makes less sense that Maria and Tommy would so easily fall into a mother-child dynamic, but they seem over that now.
Given all the other accommodations, I'm surprised more micronauts' partners haven't asked to be shrunken, as well. Or at least some micronauts should partner with each other. I wouldn't mind a glimpse of a female micronaut and her male partner (or a Fm-Mf swinger foursome).
Also, if Tommy is an ex-SEAL, he was in the Navy with Amy, not the Army.
Three cheers for dark giantess bush! Looking forward to Tommy's future in the Forestry Service.
Casual, undiscussed containment works on so many levels. Whether it's her purse or her cleavage, Maria just snatches him up and drops him in and off they go.
The cuckold feint with the handyman was sweet torture, for both Tommy and Bill. I ached for both of them.
I love watching these macho control-freaks getting broken by zeppelin-sized tits and forest-sized cunts. You wanted be an explorer, dude--explore!
Very interested to see what happens to this little guy. I hope it lasts a while before the final spike.
Rachael might not think she's one of the bad girls, but she's pretty clearly a predator. She's shy and so uncomfortable with sexual exploration that she's never looked at Internet porn, but she doesn't think twice about kidnapping someone and molesting them in public.
I'm also the kind of perv who's at least as interested in the middle-aged couple's married life. If the husband survives and they're reunited, I'd expect her to tease him about it for the rest of his days.
Thanks for your response! Actually, the couple does have their own story. It could be as generic as them having survived any other shrink story with a happy ending, or I could write their prequel.
I was afraid it would sound unbelievable that a young woman would try to satisfy her curiosity with a tiny little man... but I knew someone like this, and that's how she did it.
I like how this has very quickly become more about the social dynamics between the girls and who gets to define what's funny or cool or fair. Aside from the corpulent descriptions of his tormentors, the tiny man's perspective has all but been forgotten.
It's almost as if these girls have done something like this before.
You're right, in rereading the last few chapters... it has become much less about his experience. Rachael had an intimate exchange with him, even with his hapless nonverbals, but the other girls have no such concerns. It's all about their amusement, and... yes, they do seem awfully glib about it.
So deliciously raunchy. I really enjoy this stuff from the POV of the engulfer, rather than that of the engulfee for a change. You know what would look great on video? Some choreographed clenching.
Jenice seems bound to keep escalating, but I'm genuinely in suspense as to how Frances will respond to this discovery.
Well, then you're in luck, because there's three new episodes for your review, with more in the near future. May everyone get what they want.
