Saturday, December 19, 2020

Story: The Boy In The Silver Atom (With Bonus Materials and An Annoying Introduction)

 Introduction

Still from Judex. My inspiration for Jean's Halloween costume

I cheated with this one.

SizeRiot rules say you can't use recognizable characters and this story is nothing but characters someone else made whom I became intimately familiar with decades after their genesis. I let myself off the hook knowing there wasn't going to be any voting to influence and the fact that the characters are deeply linked with my experience in Size. A few of you knew of my interest in Ray and Jean, but I told myself that wasn't enough of a tell to tip my identity.

This is going to get wordy and nostalgic. Feel free to skip to the story at any time. I won't mind.

Friday, November 27, 2020

Story: Widow's Doll (Sexual Content, Dubcon, Femdom)

Author's note: This was originally written as a safety story for the 2019 Cruel January SizeRiot contest. Something I could submit if I wasn't able to finish "Queen of of His Lies".






Widow's Doll

copyright 2019 Taedis




Paula Grimaldi sat at the head of the table doing everything she could to keep from getting wet.

She wasn't a low woman. Unlike some people she'd been brought up right, not dragged. Only sometimes, when the situation warranted, would she ever think an innocent word in such a vulgar context. She certainly never said it aloud. Not even when there was a Mr. Grimaldi sharing her bed.

Mark passed the serving bowl along, but his attention was fixed on Susan instead of the peas or his hostess. Their conversation had jumped from poetry to history to music in that way young people did when they were trying to seem deeper, more profound than their time on this Earth justified.

Story: Giantess Hut (Sexual Content, BDSM)

 Author's Note: There have been times when I wasn't sure if I could pull off an idea for SizeRiot. When that happened I sometimes wrote a "safety story". Something I could submit if I wasn't able to make the more complex story work. That took some of the pressure off since I could always submit the safety.

"Giantess Hut" was the safety story I wrote for GentleApril 2020. The theme was rescue. I had an idea for a dark fairytale love story that wasn't coming easy so I wrote this as a safety piece. I've known a number of tinies (mostly women) who find themselves harassed by people who want them to them to be giants. I liked the idea of a tiny woman getting rescued from being conscripted into being a giantess. I'm not 100% happy with the way I landed this one, but I managed to get "I Could Let You Make Me" finished so I didn't have to worry about it. 





Giantess Hut

copyright 2020 Taedis



Roger crawled on all fours following a DSL line thicker than a telegraph cable. There was no light inside Rachel's walls; only the wiring to tell him which way to go. Between climbing up to her floor and crawling through the wall he must've covered 20 feet; more than a mile at his current scale.

He saw the light when he skirted the next corner. The indirect glow of mammoth electronics filtering through a hole in the wainscoting a mouse had gnawed. Roger walked like a man the rest of the way, but had to return to his animal crouch to squeeze through the rough opening.

The table he'd emerged under was impossible. Each leg was a sequoia whittled square and varnished black rising up to a top that made a better sky than ceiling.

Light flickered on a screen bigger than IMAX. Strange sounds thundered down from it. Roger watched a whole minute before recognizing a game he'd played yesterday blown up a hundred times. 

Story: Renegotiating Their Marriage (Shrunken Man, Femdom, Sexual Content)

Author's Note: Over the years I've had a number of stories build up in my archives that have never seen the light of day. Some I wasn't happy with or was waiting to release as part of an anthology that never came to pass. 

This is one such project. Like many size writers of my generation I've long had an interest in doing my take on Matheson's Shrinking Man. I have a rather involved idea for a mashup between that novel and Leiber's Conjure Wife. So far every time I've had the time to start the project another has pushed it out of the way. 

This isn't that concept. I was toying around with the idea of Lou stepping up to the little bully Scott became and taking control of their marriage. I wasn't entirely happy with where it went, but I think there may be something here other people may enjoy.





Renegotiating

Our Marriage

copyright 2019

Taedis



It came to a head in November, 1955 after almost a year of steady slow attrition. Scott's body may have only melted away a fraction each day, shrank an inch each week, but his fear and pride grew twice that fast. By the time Lou put her foot down he was a half pint of flesh stuffed with eight gallons of darkness.

Every day was another reminder of what he'd lost. Some new setback he'd have to deal with; another dozen people looking down on him. The big defeats took weeks, months to build up to. After almost a year of his impossible fall he could no longer fit into adult clothing. Drive. Hold a job. Make love to his wife. None of the measuring sticks he'd used to define his manhood before the glowing cloud baptized him to this new lesser life.

Story: Overwhelm Me A Little 2 (shrunken woman, gentle)




Two



“I've already measured you three times. That's two times too many.” Mel rested her hand over the pitted wooden ruler she'd found in a drawer in the back of the coffee shop sandwiching it between her palm and the table. “I know you've gotta be freaking out being so small, but checking every five seconds isn't gonna make you any bigger.”

“I'm not worried about …” Sara let it go. It was hard enough explain her need to be small to herself. She'd already confused Jackie; she didn't need to trip through the same conversation with Mel.

“It's all right, sweetie.” Mel ran a reassuring finger over Sara's back, scared she might break the little woman.

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Story: Christmas Wanted Him Dead (and notes)

Image from "Let Him Have It" (1991) 



Christmas Wanted Him Dead

copyright 2020 Taedis

(Warning. Contains gun violence and execution.)

Based on a true story with some sci fi nonsense thrown in.

Submitted for the HistoricalJuly20 SizeRiot writing contest.



27/01/53 (10:01 PM)


It's against the rules to show myself to anyone. I could ruin everything. I could get hurt.

But the guards left Derek's cell at 8:30 and there's no sign they're coming back. They were supposed to stay with him all night playing cards. He's alone. Scared.

Derek's a convicted murderer. The tallest prisoner in Wandsworth. I'm watching him from a vent so small only a mouse could slip inside. He could kill me a dozen ways and no one would ever know I was here. 

If I was thinking with my head I'd stay quiet, but my bleeding heart won't shut up.

I yell Derek's name till he looks straight at me.


02/11/52 (9:25 PM)


It took two days to climb the warehouse. It was filled with candy, but all I could smell was sulphur.

It was going to be a bad winter.

A pigeon couldn't fit where I perched, but I could see everything sitting on the lamp above the lift shed.

I heard them climbing the drainpipe before they set foot in the light on the roof. Derek looked so young. I know he's 19, but I'd only ever seen his picture before. Even babies look old in black and white.

It wasn't a heist. Not a caper. Just a couple bored guys playing crooks. Derek seemed surprised when the door to the stairs wouldn't open, like it hadn't occurred to him it'd be locked. 

Derek tried to hide when he heard the police, but it was too late.

Thursday, July 30, 2020

New Novel Premiering At SizeCon 20 Micro

Through a combination of good fortune, hard work, and lucky timing I am pleased to announce I will be premiering my latest size novel at SizeCon Micro taking place this Saturday. Starting the morning of the Con interested readers will be able to buy PDF copies through e-junkies. Print copies are still in the future, but that's not a concern for an online con.

One Big Love is a different kind of novel for me. Those of you who've read my longer form work know I tend to lean heavier into the fetish in them than I sometimes do with my short stories. A heavy focus on the kink side of the community. Sometimes cruel, others gentle. Always with a lot of sex.

This novel, not so much.

This is the story of a woman who finds love and has to figure out how to keep it while navigating both her first polyamorous relationship and being the size of a Princess Leia action figure. That sounds like a recipe for sexy fetish shenanigans, but that's not the thrust of the book. It's a shrunken woman love story. An exploration of more than just romantic love.

There's some steamy scenes, but anything too explicit takes place off camera. There are some moments of risk and violence, but things work out. It's a gentle story. If you enjoyed “Overwhelm Me A Little,” “You Are Not Alone,” or “Moving Day” I think you'll like this. 

I've got a gorgeous cover made for me by Morgana Art. I'd share it now, but I want to save it for the big reveal in a couple days. 

I hope you like it.

From the cover:

Anna's life was ok. Not great. Not terrible. OK. She wasn't working her dream job, but she liked data analysis and the sleepy state she ended up moving to. She had a best friend with anger management issues. A nurse roommate with a cute accent. A fiance who worked a lot. A mom with a brain sharper than Oppenheimer's and a mouth filthier than most truckers. And a dad who got her jokes.

The accident changed everything. 

It was Anna's day off, but she came in anyway. If her mom was going to change the world Anna wanted to be there to bask in the reflected glow of history. Besides, it was a good excuse to introduce her to her future son-in-law. The nurse and the best friend were there for other reasons.

When the smoke cleared Anna was the size of a toy kept alive by a trick of physics even her genius mom barely understood. Not that the mom didn't have her own problems with the transformation she underwent.

In less than five minutes Anna went from independent woman to someone completely dependent on other people for everything. This is the story of a woman who loses everything, but still wants to love and be loved. A woman figuring out what relationships mean when her girlfriend can hold her in the palm of her hand and her boyfriend's kiss reaches from her chin to her navel.

(This 80,000 word science fiction novel contains adult themes including adult language, brief violence,

polyamorous exploration, and mature subject matter.)



Saturday, July 25, 2020

Story: Overwhelm Me A Little (Gentle, Male Growth, Sexual Situations, Brief Consensual Bondage)




Overwhelm Me A Little

copyright 2020 Taedis



“No one wants coffee at two in the afternoon unless they're a perv, weird, or a writer.” The orange coffee cup Mel slid on the table was almost comically oversized. “I speak from experience.”

“Good thing I'm all of the above.” Sara had to use both hands to lift the hot cup to her lips. 

“You think you're cute don't you?”

“I'm frigging adorable, babe.” 

The coffeehouse was empty except for the waitress and her customer buddy in the corner table.

“You're holding enough caffeine to make a grown man bounce off the walls for hours.” 

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Story: Equal Love



Equal Love

copyright 2020 Taedis

(NSFW, gentle, sexual content, female growth)



Gail was waiting tables when I met her. It was snowing the afternoon I walked into the diner. I was playing hooky from a job I hated. Gail fed me chili and topped off my coffee enough I knew she was either bored of the kitchen or interested in me.

I flirted at her hard as we watched the snow pig-pile on the sedans and SUVs across the street. She was cute. I was lonely. Neither one of our lives had turned out like we'd planned. Gail wanted to work in a finance; I wanted to be Tony Stark 20 years younger.

I didn't ask Gail for her cell, but she wrote the number on the side of my to go cup anyway.

Our first date was bowling and walking her home. We talked. A lot. Gail laughed. She has a pretty laugh. I kissed Gail on the mouth on her doorstep and told her I didn't want to be a jerk. I walked home in the cold tasting her smile on my lips.

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Audio Adaptation: Safe Word: Snape (Narrated by The Goddess Clue)






Content warning: Strong sexual content, male growth

I recently made the acquaintance of The Goddess Clue while getting ready for the upcoming online SizeCon. She's a writer and voice talent who very generously offered to provide some narration. After listening to her samples I thought her voice would be perfect for a male growth story I wrote a couple years ago. I think she did a great job. Click the link above to see if you agree. Feel free to look her up on Twitter.

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Story: I Could Let You Make Me



I Could Let You Make Me
copyright 2020 Taedis

(Content Warning: Blood, Violence, 
Graphic Threats,Attempted Vore,
Predator/Prey Dynamics )

Submitted to SizeRiot's GentleApril2020

There was a road.

It wasn't the road to Hell or Heaven; it wouldn't take you back to childhood or forward to the grave. It was only a line of black asphalt and yellow paint connecting here to there. 

Which here and which there are another story.

On the east side of the road lived people; monsters on the west. The people called the monsters giants and the giants called the people prey

And that's all you need to know about that.

A god walked that road.

Story: The Boy In The Silver Atom (With Bonus Materials and An Annoying Introduction)

 Introduction Still from Judex. My inspiration for Jean's Halloween costume I cheated with this one. SizeRiot rules say you can't us...