Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Safe Word: Snape (Male Growth Story)

Safe Word: Snape
copyright 2018 Taedis

He'd lived in a purple house, back when he still lived in a house.

He'd forgotten how long ago that had been, but he'd remembered telling his wife he wanted to live in a purple house and the hours she spent searching for the perfect shade of violet that would complement the garden she'd allowed to encroach upon the sides of the home he no longer could fit inside.

It didn't happen all at once. The height that is. It accumulated on him slow like a pearl forming around a piece of sand. Sometimes he wondered if that's what he was; a piece of grit something of great value had been spit out on and hardened over.

At first the new height had been exciting. Those were the early days when he'd first crossed six feet. The papers had heard about him then, but most of them figured it was a hoax so they mostly left him alone.

He knew his wife liked what he was becoming. All of him was growing proportional to the piece of sand that used to be her husband.

All of him.

Safe Word: Time Out (SW Story)

Safe Word: Time Out
copyright 2018 Taedis

It was a Saturday when Sally first noticed anything was wrong.

Pearl had left her to have some fun on their bedroom floor while she put out some fires in her home office.

Sally liked her dollhouse. She loved her hamster cage. But unsupervised time in the normal world was why she'd taken the Eki in the first place. Straining her head upwards at the skyscraper like nightstand or the stadium sized bed drove home how small she'd become. Being alone in it allowed her to explore some fantasies she'd never even told Pearl about.

Pearl had some idea about her wife's more offbeat fantasies. She didn't understand them, but that didn't mean she wasn't willing to indulge them from time to time.

That day it meant leaving the bedroom floor in a state of disarray Pearl normally wouldn't tolerate. She'd never leave a pair of tights dangling from the laundry hamper or leave her heels tipped over in the middle of the room where any mouse, or tiny wife, could crawl into them. She just hoped her freshly worn underwear crumpled up by the hamper looked like they'd been thrown there and not shimmied out of and left there a minute before she collected Sally from her cage.

Pearl didn't understand it, she just watched her wife scamper to the laundry basket, climb up her tights, and jump face first into a week's worth of her dirty clothes. She didn't understand the allure of her laundry or why Sally felt the need to climb like that. Pearl had cut a hole in the bottom corner so Sally could get in an out safely. She even told Sally it had been made by a mouse. She knew Sally would like it more that way.

Pearl left Sally to her fun.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

New Novel Sneak Peek

Coming Soon

I started a writing project last year and I'm very near completion.  It's the longest story I've ever created; longer than all three Shrink Inc books put together.  It also marks the furthest I've stretched myself as a writer in terms of story structure and plot.

And it's dark as fuck.

And hopefully sexy, fetishy, and as twisted as my other size writing.

There's a story behind this book, but I'll save that for the post announcing its release.  For now all you need to know is that I gave away print outs of this scene at SizeCon last weekend and am sharing it now with a wider audience.

What I haven't told the SizeCon crowd is that this piece is a commission from the very warm and creative gentleman behind Rated Raw Pictures.  I'll go into more details about how that happened in the announcement e-mail, but for now I'll just thank him for his support, his friendship, and his willingness to indulge some of my weirder impulses.

You'll find a sample scene after the fold.

To give you some context.  John is a reporter.  John put his nose where he shouldn't have.  Dr. Vaughn shrank him.  Unfortunately she had to sneak him out of the lab she was in and her only good option was inside a piece of plastic inside her.

The problem is he ended up staying there much much longer than he was supposed to.

NSFW in case you hadn't figured that out.

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Size Shenanigans

No tinies were harmed in the making of this  book.
No tinies were used inside this book.

I have a theory about the book pictured above.  I suspect that someone at Companion Books had a bit of a size thing, but didn't know how to market it at the time.  Maybe it was the artist who drew the cover, maybe it was the editor who commissioned it, but someone there thought that this was an image that would sell a dirty book in 1971.

I can't find a synopsis of this title, but I'll bet there are no scenes involving tiny people having a mini-orgy on a plate of pasta.  It there's a shrunken person in this book I'll give you a dollar.

It's sad in a way, thinking about that person back then unable to express his kink they way she or (probably) he wanted to.  Having to rely on size subtext instead of the real thing.

I found the image on Twitter, retweeted it with a bit of a joke about deceptive advertising, and thought that would be the end of it.

Then GP Ellison asked who was going to write the story him, me, or someone else.  Then I got to thinking who I'd like to see write that and I realized I kinda wanted to see all my writer friends' hot takes.  GP suggested something like Aborigen's Size Riot writing contest only not in the format of a strict competition.

And I kinda like the idea of the very old microphiliac who was behind that cover getting to pick and chose from a number of stories.

I'm in the middle of finishing up a major project so I don't have any firm ideas for rules yet.  I like a 2,000 word limit, but I'm not sure if it would be better for us to post the stories to our individual blogs/web pages or submit them for anonymous review like SizeRiot.

Right now this is just to see who'd be interested and figuring out how we want to do it.

And if you find another image down the road like the one above maybe we can play around with that too.

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

SizeCon 2018 Long Post (UPDATED)

The police were called in at one point during this year's SizeCon.  I wasn't directly involved with whatever they were called about so I ended up hearing a few different versions of why they were there told by people who were probably as in the dark as I was.

I saw three officers walk into the vendor's area where I was, look around briefly, and leave.  Fifteen minutes later two of the responding officers were playing Mario Cart in the Wonderland Room while the third was rolling her eyes, annoyed at being called out for nothing.

I don't want to say "that's the magic of SizeCon," cause that's corny, but that's the magic of SizeCon.

[Update: the real story is that the organizers of the convention had been working closely with the police both before and during the event to make sure that things went smoothly and everyone was safe. The police were NOT responding to a 911 call; rather, they were just stopping by for a planned check-in — and happy to play some Mario Kart while they were there.  For the full version see the end of the post.]

I'm not an adventurous person.  I rarely travel and I tend to avoid crowds whenever possible.  Think of me as a taller New Hampshire Bilbo Baggins if Bilbo spent his mornings working an industrial job and his evenings writing dirty stories about tiny men and women being put in the most peculiar places.

I also, in all due modesty, have a much better hat than Mr. Baggins.

Queen of His Lies (SW NSFW Cruel)

Queen of His Lies copyright 2019 Taedis [Author's note: This story was submitted for the 2019  CruelJanuary  contest. Par...