Date: October 20 2017 10:23 PM Title: Chapter 1
As the years slip by, what little spark of hope I had for a sequel to this amazing story is slowly being snuffed out (which, coincidentaly, is exactly what I was hoping for in the sequel). ;)
Date: October 14 2016 9:25 AM Title: Chapter 1
Man, I come back to its story from time to time and it never gets old the more I read it! I really hope there is a part 2 coming soon! I wanna know what happens to the other 3 girls and if Darcy begins to have an interest in shrinking more girls. Either way, I love your writing style!
Date: February 17 2016 11:54 AM Title: Chapter 1
I read this story years ago and enjoyed it very much. Recently it crept back into my mind and I was compelled to track it down so I could re-read it. A few Google searches later and now here I am admiring your writing all over again.
This is, unequivocally, my favourite story on this site, and possibly of it's kind. Your main character's steady descent into cruelty is intoxicatingly well written.
Thank you for writing this piece, and for sharing it. Needless to say - I very much hope you release part 2 one day.
Date: January 27 2013 10:49 PM Title: Chapter 1
Great first part, hope the 2nd part comes out soon.
[Report This]Date: March 10 2012 10:24 PM Title: Chapter 1
It's good to see you back in action, Poisonpen!
Date: June 17 2011 9:49 PM Title: Chapter 1
This is really wonderful story and really deals on a more of actually psyciatric or emtional stages someone might have in a situation like this. It is truely difficult some times to describe things in words that your imigination comes up with let alone write a whole story or part of a story out of it.
[Report This]Date: June 05 2011 7:27 AM Title: Chapter 1
This is one of the best stories I have ever read. There is a lot that can happen in part 2, I hope to read it soon!
Date: April 21 2011 7:33 PM Title: Chapter 1
might i add to the response you gave comix a year ago; by far wemon when empowered are the most dangerous creatures on the planet, however, a monster is never born but is created. take an abused child who will always know abuse until they are an adult. that child is more likely to become an abuser to the ones he has power over, for example a wife or child.
but take a kid who is pulled out of an abusive situation and show the child love. that child will never abuse any one because he or she remembers what it is like to be abused. Scars of the past guide us to a better future, i know because i've lived it.
just some food for thought if you will :)
[Report This]Date: March 24 2011 8:25 AM Title: Chapter 1
Loved the story PoisonPen, looking forward to part 2.
Date: October 26 2010 10:34 AM Title: Chapter 1
Hope this story has'nt been put on the back burner man.
Really hoping you add more soon.
Author's Response: My life got busy for a while. I'll finish up the story in the next few days. I have another story partially completed as well, but it's M/m so I'll probably stick it up on Coiled Fist when it's done.
Date: September 23 2010 8:18 AM Title: Chapter 1
Can't wait for the more folder seconds zhou. Mine art is a nozzle for saving maps. Help us create the margin of error for moody zarco. The choices. Are yours.
[Report This]Date: August 25 2010 8:01 AM Title: Chapter 1
Oh, man, I couldn't believe my eyes when i saw you were offering a new story! This is is already brilliant and shaping up to be even more dramatic in next instalments. A great read, as expected.
Date: August 24 2010 1:39 PM Title: Chapter 1
Dude I'm so pumped about seeing chapter 2! I cant quit checking back! Any idea on an eta for the next installment?
Keep up the good work man!
Author's Response: The outline is done, I just need to fill in the brush strokes. I can't tell you when it will be done, because I don't write to a schedule. I write approximately "whenever I feel like writing" so it could be done tonight... or it may be like the third part of "Liz" which has sat as just an outline for more than a decade now. Probably closer to the former than the latter, though, so watch this space.
[Report This]Date: August 23 2010 11:25 PM Title: Chapter 1
Really well written stuff here. Nothing like reading something from someone like you to keep an idiot like me from getting an ego.
Loved the setting, I'm sure most of us have had to deal with characters like the ones you portrayed, making it easier to connect with, and enjoy their misery.
As a more personal question, what's so bad about GTS City? I've been trying to get some more critique on my garbage and it was one of the places I considered posting it.
Author's Response:
Being well-written isn't the final word in fiction, particularly in erotic fiction. It's a bonus, true, but there are people writing totally awesome fetish pr0n whose literary skills are, to say the least, challenged. Gator, for example, will certainly never challenge Hemingway, but he is so creative and has such a great grasp of the material that we'll forgive him almost anything (like repeatedly spelling gargantuan as garganuine).
As for the characters, I admit to doing the same thing you do (like in your magical shrinking hammer-chair story), namely, use real people as a basis for realism. I don't, as a rule, lift people whole and stick them in a story, it being a rather rude intrusion into their privacy (although I've done it a few times), but rather pick elements from their personality and combine them with elements from other people's personalities (or my own). Feels a bit like playing God, doesn't it?
Regarding GTS City, I don't want to get into too much of the squalid background, but suffice it that on the subject of censorship, I am with Abbie Hoffman. (During one interview, Hoffman was asked by a reporter if it was true that he supported total freedom of expression. Abbie agreed that was the case, to which the reporter posed the question of the classic problem of someone shouting 'fire' in a crowded theatre. Abbie's response was: "FIRE! FIRE!") The City is also part of a much larger problem in which the SW/GTS enterprises which turn a profit from the fetish quietly silence anyone who questions their hegemony of the online community. I don't care to get involved in the ugly drama, but I also don't wish to tactitly condone their behaviour, so I boycott them. Authoritarians of all stripes enjoy the phrase, "If you don't like it, leave." So I did. And as a result, this is the first story I've contributed to the general weal of the fetish community in years.
The best way to get critiques of your work is to get to know other fetish writers personally. In the old days, a bunch of us (a lot whose names are associated with what has come to be known as "the classics" of the genre, like Grildrig, Chimp Howdy, Zotster, Sally Reynolds, myself, et al.) sort of hung out together online, mostly on IRC, and read each other's work with a critical eye, improving each other's skills and basking in each other's praise. Even if you get criticism here, it likely is not going to be in a form which is useful to you as a writer: "ZOMG, MORE FEET!" or "VIOLENT GIANTESSES SUCK!" is a lot more likely than criticisms around writing style. If you ever drop by IRC, I can almost always be found in #Shrinkingwomen on DALnet.
Date: August 22 2010 11:25 AM Title: Chapter 1
This story is fricken fantatstic man! If she shrinks all their
property to get rid of the evidence then she will have to shrink thier car too at some point right? The idea of a vehicle being shrunken to toy sized and being handled like one is awesome to me! And it gives the remaining girls a "chance" at an escape atempt. Can't wait to read more! Do you think the car idea is a good one?
Author's Response: Sure, I can do that. One shrunken car it is.
[Report This]Date: August 22 2010 8:57 AM Title: Chapter 1
wow. great story, seems that it could stand-alone very nicely. but if theres a second part to this i cant wait to read it.
the dialog, character reactions and the overall plot was outstanding. very well done
also the descriptions were second to none, my only question is: the 'atomizer' thats a liquid? just that its strange for something that isnt 'mechanical'... i dunno thats just me i guess.
otherwise very riviting and had me wanting more great read.
aaron
Author's Response: Thank you. An atomizer is a device which was once used by women to hold perfume, and had an accompanying pump to aerosolize the perfume. Here's a picture of one in case you've never seen one: http://images.replacements.com/images/images5/crystal/S/stuart_shaftesbury_perfume_atomizer_P0000098770S0023T2.jpg
Date: August 22 2010 7:27 AM Title: Chapter 1
Great story...
Question, aren't you Adrew Niells? If so, why didn't you post this through your old account?
Author's Response: I am indeed, but the account with "my" name wasn't created by me, so I have no access to it.
Date: August 22 2010 7:22 AM Title: Chapter 1
I have grown tired of the giantess fetishists' insistance that the life of another human being is expendable.
Author's Response:
You may be interested to know that the protagonist is based on a real person, and that her responses and reactions are based on my best understanding of how she really might react in such circumstances. If you don't understand why being given ultimate power is likely to transform someone into a monster, then I encourage you to do some reading on the "Ring of Gyges," a thought experiment proposed 2500 years ago by Plato to describe this very phenomenon. You may also enjoy this poem by Kipling:
The Female of the Species
by Rudyard Kipling
WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other's tale—
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man, a bear in most relations—worm and savage otherwise,—
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger—Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue—to the scandal of The Sex!
But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells—
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.
She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!—
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!
So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice—which no woman understands.
And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.
Date: August 22 2010 6:43 AM Title: Chapter 1
Very good story so far man. Keep it up