Saturday, January 4, 2020

the small print



Before the doors opened on the first SizeCon I've wanted to see an anthology of some of the best writing in the community. Various things prevented that from coming to pass for the first three cons, but I'm taking the bull by the horns, going rogue, performing various other cliches, and putting something out myself.

Monday, December 16, 2019

Story: Alex Sang



Alex Sang
copyright 2019 Taedis
(NSFW, gentle, hardcore sex, intersex genderqueer/male crossdresser, 
shrinking man, insertion, blasphemy)


“I like your dress.” The angel stood in their doorway surveying the new arrival. “But aren't you rushing Halloween?”

“It doesn't have to be Halloween to crossdress.” Alex shivered as the October breeze played along his shaved stockinged thighs.

“I'm teasing.” In the time it took Alex to blink the angel seated themselves on the sofa on the other end of the apartment. An open hand and warm smile invited Alex inside. “But it is what you told your sister. Before you borrowed it.”

“She wouldn't understand.” Alex closed the door behind him glad of the warmth and privacy. Gender bending had been Tom's thing, not his. Alex felt exposed going out like that. Exposed to people. The cold. “I should've borrowed a longer skirt. Everything else I got online. I'm not the kinda guy who wears his sister's panties.”

“I know.”

“My friend Bill did my makeup.” Alex pulled nervously at the hem.

“You look very pretty.”

Alex didn't know what to say; he'd never been called pretty. Now he stood there in some strange angel's apartment wearing Maggie's dress, a bra he couldn't fill, panties he overflowed, heels that almost fit, and stockings that felt too good.

“Maggie's in remission.” Alex smoothed his skirt in back with both hands before sitting opposite the angel. He'd seen Tom do that. When they'd dated.

“I know.”

“Is there anything you don't?”

“Whether you'll go through with this.”

Alex must have blinked again. When his eyes opened the angel was standing in front of him, a full glass of wine in their proffered hand.

“What'll happen to Maggie if I don't?” Alex stared at the glass, the way the maroon wine set off his pink nail, too scared of the answer to look the angel in the face.

“Nothing.”

“The doctors were giving her days; there's gotta be another shoe to drop.”

“There are rules. Consequences.”

“What?”

“Only one way to find out.” The angel looked pointedly at the exit.

“No. I'll do it.”

“Are you sure?”

Alex waited till he'd drank down to the dregs before whispering “yes.”

Alex blinked again and he was sitting on the angel's bed empty handed. The angel smiled the same warm grin just as close as they'd been a heartbeat ago. Close enough Alex could smell their heat. It was a good scent.

“You understand what you have to do?” The angel pulled their tie off and tossed it on the dresser.

The bed was tall. Alex's three inch heels barely made it to the floor. He kicked them off before sliding his weight from butt to knees. Firm mattress to thick soft carpet.

Alex rested both hands on the angel's narrow hips to steady himself. The heat of the angel's cock, even through the pressed tweed trousers, was enough to make the man in the miniskirt blush. Alex rested a rouged cheek against the angel's fly. He could smell the heavy musk of their cologne through the Eternity he'd dabbed behind ears and knees and neck.

The angel throbbed a morse code lullaby into Alex's flushed face.

“Has it started?” Alex whispered. “Am I getting smaller?”

“Bit by bit.”

“How long?”

“Long enough.”

“Thank you.” Alex kissed the pulsing heat before working the zipper down with his teeth.

The angel unbuttoned their dress shirt as the mortal rooted through their pants like a hog starved for truffles. The shirt joined the tie on the dresser. The angel wasn't wearing anything else over their small breasts. They left the suspenders on to rub and tease as their nipples grew fat from cool air and lust.

Alex kissed his way past flannel briefs to the hard silk treasure inside. Lips and tongue read the unseen penis like a blind woman's fingers on a kind man's face. The blind touch answered Alex's lingering questions.

Circumcised. Alex thought. That'll make this easier.

Alex took his hand from the angel's hip to help his mouth pull their cock all the way out. The head barely fit Alex's mouth. He'd wrapped his jaws around some monsters in his day without this much trouble. Was the angel that much bigger than mortals? Was Alex really getting smaller?

Alex danced his tongue against the tip until it cried salty tears down his eager throat. The head swelled in constant erection as Alex shrank around it. Pressing against his tongue and palate like an inflatable gag until it was too big and Alex finally expelled it with an obscene wet plop.

“Thank you, Gerald.” Alex whispered the words lovingly into the cock's one eye. “It will be an honor and blessing having you inside me.”

Alex looked up to the angel. “Fuck me while you can.”

Alex tried to look alluring rising from his knees to be taken by this new and final lover, but he'd already undergrew his borrowed dress and online underwear; he started crashing down when skirt and hose and panties tangled around his quivering feet.

“Careful.” The angel grabbed Alex in their powerful arms.

“You're huge.”

“You know better.” The angel put a foot between Alex's legs holding the mess of feminine clothing in place then lifted him out of the fabric puddle.

When he'd knocked on the door Alex stood slightly taller than the angel. Now he had to look up to see their breasts.

“This is stupid.” Alex said.

“You can change your mind.”

“No. I'm stupid. This is supposed to be the most important thing I ever do and I feel like a little boy caught in his mom's stuff.”

“You aren't. You don't.” The angel ran a hand through Alex's hair.

“I must look like a freak.” Alex turned his head away. “I've got nine inches of makeup on a six inch face.”

“You're not.” The angel stepped back three paces to give Alex room to think. “You're so pretty and brave. I want you so very badly. But not until you say the words.”

“Yes … Please. I want this.”

The angel lifted Maggie's blouse from Alex's back. Once the bra was gone he was naked but for the mis-sized makeup.

“When this is over can you get Maggie her things back?” Alex asked.

“Of course.”

“And tell her what happened.”

“As much as she'll believe.”

“Thank you.”

The angel slipped their arms from the suspenders and let the elastic fabric fall to their waist. Tweed pants and flannel underwear became another cloth puddle on the floor.

Angel and mortal stood there completely exposed before the other, admiring different types of perfection.

The angel's body rose above Alex taut and muscular. Hard in all possible ways. Breasts that would've barely filled Alex's mouth five minutes before were as large as his face. Their broad shoulders tapered downwards in a V to a narrow waist. An arrowhead pointing straight to their cock. Alex caught brief flashes of glistening arousal from the angel's other sex organs through the lush pubic hair. Just as thick and luxurious as the hair under their arms. Growing wild in stark contrast to the angel's manicured Van Dyke and neatly curled mustachios.

Alex's muscles were less defined. His shoulders and hips formed a square instead of a triangle. His legs and arms and bush were clean shaven that morning. His makeup was runny and awkward. He was the most beautiful thing the angel had ever seen.

The angel made the first move stepping forward until their hard cock flattened against Alex's flat breast. Alex kissed the angel's stomach until they put their hands under his arms and slowly pulled him upwards. Alex kissed his way up until their lips met.

Alex was face down on the giant bed in a blink. The warm oil felt cool against his fevered skin as the angel playfully worked it deep inside. One, then two greased fingers trailblazed Alex's passage, scouting the path for the colonizing cock.

The head felt like the whole of the world was pressed into Alex's backside. He was eager and open, but had to push back into the angel's thrusts seven times before the thickest part of the shaft penetrated his constantly tightening muscle ring.

Once inside the angel grabbed Alex by the hips thrusting in time to a song only they could hear. The music of a thousand voices echoing from balls to glans marking their own collective time to the driving beat of the angel's fucking.

With each thrust the angel swelled bigger inside the shrinking man, filling Alex more completely than Tom ever had. Than any mortal could. Alex's need grew as his body melted, but he held back the urge to spasm into the soft bedding. His orgasm would come later.

The angel swelled until Alex's walls had to either expel the welcome invader or Jericho in blood and agony. A familiar warmth passed between them. Alex bit his lower lip and dug his fingers into the velvet bedding. It was happening.

The angel had to hold Alex tight to keep their exploding cock inside him making sure that every last gasp of orgasm was fired firmly into Alex's dwindling body.

“It feels like I'm gonna explode.” Alex cried into the bedding.

Alex had shrunk so much the angel had to work to extricate their spent cock.

“What's inside you isn't shrinking as fast.” The angel pulled him to their breast. “It'll feel worse before it catches up, but you must hold it all until you're inside me.”

“I know.”

Alex lay between the angel's breasts clenching himself tight through pain and pressure. Was this what a pregnancy felt like? His organs pushed aside to make room for the life injected deep inside.

When the angel's breasts were larger than he was Alex started the long crawl to the angel's flaccid penis. By the time he'd crossed into the jungle of pubic hair he'd adapted to his strange pregnancy. Barely noticed the pressure as he crawled the length of the shaft to the tip.

The angel had placed a pillow between their legs for Alex to stand on. A tall feather pillow that brought him eye level with the resting angel cock. Even spent it was bigger than Alex.

The shrinking sacrifice kissed the top of the head down to the hole. It tasted like their love and reminded Alex of going down on the few girlfriends he'd had. When Alex heard the angel moan he knew they were close; when he tasted liquid salt on his tongue Alex knew they was ready.

Alex had to climb on the angel's cock to line his own erection up with their hole. Had to wrap eight fingers around the ridge of the mushroom shaped head for leverage as he slid himself into the angel's urethra. A few drops of hot precum were enough lubrication.

Alex didn't last long. Nine thrusts and he fired his load, what there was of it, into the angel's tight passage. Alex didn't bother pulling out. He melted faster than his deflating cock. Leaving it inside the angel moored him. Drug his shrinking body closer to where he needed to go.

In a blink the angel's hole was a cave. Dark and warm going on forever. Lined with the remnants of what hadn't been fired into Alex and the fresh cum the mortal had just deposited when he was a three inch giant. Alex crawled inside the penis cave spent and exhausted. He wrapped himself in his and his lover's semen and dreamed about the life Maggie would have without him.

Alex slept 40 days before another mortal voice woke him; nervous and scared like he had been.
Light fell through an opening at the front of the cave. A strange giant stared straight at him.

“Thank you, Alex.” The giant whispered.“It will be an honor and blessing having you inside me.”

Alex heard the thousand man chorus rise up inside him. The ones who'd also sacrificed themselves to save lovers, family, friends. The thousand men the angel orgasmed into him.

Alex sang.



Saturday, August 31, 2019

Story: The Woman Who Bled




My submission to GiantJuly19 
the latest SizeRiot contest.





The Woman Who Bled

copyright 2019 Taedis


“Is that it?”

“What would you prefer I do, my dear?” The old man tossed his cards on the pile.

“I just accused you of being a con-artist. A little sweat'd be nice.”

“Horses sweat. Men perspire. Ladies feel the heat.”

“And what do you do, Nickels?”

“None of the above.”

“Is that why you've been mum about your Christian name?” Barbara added her cards. “Cause it's
fake too?”

the small print

Before the doors opened on the first SizeCon I've wanted to see an anthology of some of the best writing in the community. Various t...