Date: October 15 2017 1:04 PM Title: Chapter 4
If I ever read a better exploration of a giantess's ass, this story blew it away like one of Carlotta's fermented gusts. A classic "be careful what you wish for" tale, Cameron's fate is supremely convincing in its depiction of both the sensory delights and discontents and how he has learned to embrace them all. The attention to detail is superb while avoiding the pitfall (heh) of over-reliance on distractingly pedantic anatomical vocabulary.
I was particularly moved by Cameron's pilgrimage towards some kind of validation in his role, how he can take pride in his fecal duties and even recognize the privilege he is accorded by being admitted to her anus. A giantess's ass isn't all peaches and cream, but it is still the sanctum santorum, and even the most unpleasant anointment can be borne as an honor.
Cameron never consciously sought to be transformed into an ass-slave, and if presented with a choice he probably would prefer to be restored to full-size, but he has made a thoughtful appreciation of his new life with Carlotta, and all he needs is a little reciprocal appreciation.
And this is where the story fails for me. I fully buy Carlotta's character during the first three chapters as someone who has encountered something inexplicable (she thought he needed to be taught a lesson, and he magically shrunk) and just accepted it as cosmic justice. Her centering of her own gratification is neither histrionic nor sadistic, and her seeming indifference to Cameron's plight is less sociopathic than simply selfish.
I appreciate the world-building you're attempting with "Blood Magic," but I thought precipitating the confrontation between Carlotta and Cameron via the woman in the next room was ill-considered. Introducing the fact that these two women share the otherwise unheard-of experience of magically shrinking a man and then just glossing over the rest of the encounter was dissatisfying. And Carlotta just "sensing" that a rapport could be established by exposing the tiny man dangling from her ass felt really forced.
This is really Cameron's and Carlotta's story, and the woman next door is an unwelcome distraction. I would like to work this through more, but if you really needed to get the woman next door involved, I think it would have made it more urgent if Cameron escaped, talked to the woman next door and learned her story, then Carlotta comes over and convinces the woman to hand Cameron over by explaining what he means to her. Then their spelunktastic reunion would be more convincing.
Bottom (heh) line: this is an excellent appreciation of what it would be like to live and work in a giantess's nether regions that can appeal to both veteran macrophiles and the gi-curious alike. Cameron's motives are easier to understand than Carlotta's, but I'm biased. She wouldn't have to tell me anything twice.