Friday, May 21, 2021

Giantess Hut: Slave Princess V. Radioactive Fire Turtle (Story)

Giantess Hut: Slave Princess 

V. Radioactive Fire Turtle

copyright 2021 Taedis

(CW: Kaiju style monster fights, profanity, sexual references)

[Yesterday I came across a collaged poster of Slave Leia as a Godzilla-esque monster by GiantessStudios101. I tweeted it out with a joke about wanting to see her fight Gamera. My friend and fellow author Praedatorius challenged me to write that story. This is the result. Not my best or weightiest story, but it was a hoot to write. I hope you enjoy.]

The worst part was all the damn SUVs.

There wasn't a square inch of wilderness in a five mile drive. Why were there more of them than bicycles? At least bikes could get somewhere through the congested streets.

The effin' things were worse than Legos. All but breaking the skin every time Carrie's weight came down on one. Strike that. SUVs were worse. Legos didn't have gas tanks that went up with even the slightest hint of pressure. Seriously, walking on eggshells would be easier.

Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if Carrie'd been given shoes when she suited up for tonight's event. Stepping from hotfoot to hotfoot couldn't help anyone's mood.

Come to think about it, the costume was the worst.

Why'd it always have to be the slave girl outfit? Would it kill anyone if for once she showed up in that winter planet getup? The one with thick soled SUV resistant boots.

And pants.

Sunday, April 18, 2021

Gender Reveal

I'm trans.

Every time I say it I feel the need to add an asterisk. That I'm not trans enough. That my experience and emotion don't line up with what I'd been told being transgender was all about. That since I didn't conform with what the media (both sympathetic and not) told me it meant to be trans I had to be something else.

Friday, March 26, 2021

Saturday Morning Size Line Up

Today's challenge -- come up with an old school Saturday morning TV lineup using only real Saturday morning fare I could've seen when I was a kid. Stuff I either watched when it debuted some Saturday morning in the 70s/early 80s or caught in reruns later. And it has to include size content.

For those of you not familiar with American television, there was a stretch from the 60s to the 90s where the three networks dedicated Saturday mornings to children's programming. From seven or eight in the morning till noon or one in the afternoon (depending on network and year) you could enjoy some very interesting and sometimes quality cartoons, live action stories, and educational snippets. A number of these shows featured size either as a plot point of a particular episode or as the basis for the shenanigans. 

Enough talking. Let's get this show on the road.

                                                                "Oh, what heights we'll hit."

Friday, March 5, 2021

small print 2: Eclectic Boogaloo

 Submissions are now open for the second "small print" anthology. For those who aren't familiar with the first you can find out more about it here.

No that's not the official title, but it's how I've been referring to it since I came up with the idea.

There will be some changes to the way this collection is put together as opposed to the first. I'll get into those a little later, but I'll go over what I'm looking for first.

This will be a showcase of writing within the size community. Growth. Shrinking. Expansion. Inflation. If it's size related it's welcome here. There are some content limitations, but I've made them broad enough we can have the full spectrum of what's out there in size. SFW to XXX. Sweet gentle romance to extreme vore. Gay, straight, bi, pan, cis, trans, genderqueer. Nothing human is alien to me. And if you don't identify as human that's fine too.

Friday, February 26, 2021

Daughter of SizeCon: Fangirl Audiobook

It seems like an eternity ago, but in February of last year I loaded up the car and drove to NJ with one goal in mind. 

Don't get lost.

And have fun nerding out with my fellow size enthusiasts at the 2020 SizeCon. Attend some panels. Be on some panels. Maybe sell a few of my books, maybe a few of the mainstream size-y comics I'd brought along. 

And find some voice talent to make some of my stories into audio books.

I wanted to find someone who GOT the dynamics of size, not some random narrator who was willing to do erotic/fetish content. I want my words to sound authentic even when they describe impossible things. I might get that from someone outside the community, but I thought it best to "shop local".

I knew what book I was going to pitch. Spoiler alert: it's in the title. Fangirl has the advantage of being long enough to be a good experiment, but not so long paying a fair price for narration was going to cripple my budget.

I ended up meeting a number of people who I thought might have potential. I ended up meeting three people who ended up doing audio work for me on this and other projects. 

At the time of the Con I didn't know Aoife did narration. Unfortunately I'd already lined up someone else to do Fangirl by the time I made that discovery. Aoife very generously agreed to narrate a scene from Purse Pet that was released as The Dolly Dominatrix. She also made the art of little Becky putting her giant slave girl through her paces.

The second voice talent shall remain secret for now.

The third was Miss Molotov the woman who wound up taking the job. It was a first time experience for both of us. I'm biased, but I think she did an excellent job and went above and beyond to make certain I got my story told the way I wanted it to be told. If you have any narration you need done I highly recommend her.

The community got called on again in every aspect of this audio book's creation. The cover art is by CobaltDreaming and the audio editing was performed by Dick the MicroGiant. Please support their work as well.

As I'm typing this up the stage is set for SizeCon 2021 Micro. After the opening ceremonies Fangirl: The Audiobook will be officially available. In honor of the occasion I'm offering 50% off with a promo code you can get at my virtual booth. (Or you can message me for the code. I don't want to let anyone out.)

You can find the free nine minute sample here and the full 2 and a half hour story here.

Thank you for your support and have a great day.

Saturday, December 19, 2020

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


Our Marriage

copyright 2019


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)


“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.

Giantess Hut: Slave Princess V. Radioactive Fire Turtle (Story)

Giantess Hut: Slave Princess  V. Radioactive Fire Turtle copyright 2021 Taedis (CW: Kaiju style monster fights, profanity, sexual references...