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Candy’s Girlboss Night Off: Chapter 3

Today I’m releasing Chapter 3 of Candy’s Girlboss Night Off because it’s been a very long weekend already (I’m not going to go into that here) and I’m really ready to give my brain a break from thinking about difficult things.

This is shortest chapter of the four, but I need it today, anyway. It’s spicier than the first two, as well!

Also, the magical sex toy I based this story off of is made by Uberrime, which is having a sale: 15% off all Uberrime toys with code “SUMMER.” Ends on Monday!

See the first chapter here, along with an essay on:

  • bigger tits and breast expansion
  • where you can find real-life pussy plugs for $25 like the one in this story
  • a behind-the-scenes look at writing a first-person POV bimbofication story that doesn’t sacrifice evocative language

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Candy’s Girlboss Night Off: Chapter 2

Can you believe I’m already back with Chapter 2? The feedback from the first chapter was so lovely I decided that I don’t want to wait to make my readers “live vicariously through Candy,” as SizeFreakBella put it.

Besides, today is the last day of Pride Month! Bring on the sapphic size kink erotica!

See the first chapter here, along with an essay on:

  • bigger tits and breast expansion
  • where you can find real-life pussy plugs for $25 like the one in this story
  • a behind-the-scenes look at writing a first-person POV bimbofication story that doesn’t sacrifice evocative language

Skip to the story content section if you want to jump right in.

Candy’s Girlboss Night Off: Chapter 1

Happy Pride Month to all my queer and trans friends! What a hellacious time to be alive. Since everyone I care about is struggling, myself included, I decided I wanted to offer something comforting. (I won’t be talking politics in this post, but I do offer empathy, a pep talk, and action items here.)

I hope you’ll enjoy Candy’s Girlboss Night Off, since I wrote it to be cheerful, fun, loving, and full of sapphic size kink sex.

I’m releasing the story in four chapters, roughly 8200 words. I had hoped to release it all during Pride Month. But at least I’m starting it in Pride Month. I’m cutting myself some slack and will be going at whatever pace feels best for my mental health. (If you need permission to do the same, I hereby grant you all the permission you need. Imagine me as a tiny “Angelle” on your shoulder saying, it’s good to take care of yourself.)

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Tiny Spa Day

Intro

Hello, everyone! Where has September gone? I am pleased to release my own entry in the flash fiction September Kinky Scribbles Challenge. This month has had a lot of ups and downs, and writing this today at a coffeeshop with my visiting partner pseudo_size has been one of the best. <3

This may not be one of the most overtly sexy stories I’ve ever written, but it feels really good to explore what kinds of care, sensuality, and pleasure resonate for me right now in a size kink context. I like how this turned out and hope you’ll enjoy it too!

I worked on this for about 1 hour, 45 minutes.

Artwork

I almost took the time to make a nice graphic in Canva like I usually do. But then I’d have less quality time to spend with my sweet pseudo. So I’m keeping it simple with a photo of some jasmine.

The photo I used in the banner is by Fachtu Robbi Almalik on Unsplash, shared under a Creative Commons License.

 

Support the author

Money is tight right now. I have multiple works of fiction in progress, ranging from wholesome to kinky as fuck. I’d like to continue releasing them here for free.

If you enjoy this story and want to see/hear more like it, the best way to do that is to support me financially. The few donations I get usually go right into commissioning art and paying beta readers. (The second best way is to boost the signal on my stories and encourage your friends to support me, too.) Thanks, y’all!

 

Story synopsis

Gracie is exhausted after coming home from SizeCon, and her partner Leila has a few surprises intended to help her relax. The only catch? She has to shrink.

 

Story content

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Content tags: F/f – shrinking, flirting, handheld, nudity, body exploration, pubic hair, gentle, some tears, big feels, romance, and a teensy bit of sex

 

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Artwork Feature: TenderTinyArtist

I recently received the gift of some beautiful artwork from my friend TenderTinyArtist, @tiny_renders on Twitter. They also recently joined DeviantArt.

I adore their work, their curvy giantesses (anyone who has “trademark stretchmarks” for their work gets my unending support), and the way they show everyday moments in sizey situations. I often feel very “seen” by what they post.

Recently they wanted to give me some art and were thoughtful enough to ask first which way I was feeling: big or small? I was able to give them a range (between an inch and maybe cat-sized) and they responded with this truly fantastic little scene.

Rendered artwork by Tender Tiny Artist showing a 6 inch tall Elle standing on a bed and looking up at the camera. She's got pink wavy hair, pale skin, and a fuller figure that is mostly exposed, as she is clutching purple lace panties around her body. Behind her is a massive matching purple bra, a cell phone, and at her feet a bottle labeled "Little Lotion, Max Strength, Good for Down to 6 inches" with something white spilled from it.
Created by TinyTenderArtist (https://x.com/tiny_renders) and shared with their permission. Do not repost without permission.

It made me feel small in the best way. Also, love all that purple!!

I always love it when you can see a story within a single image. Hats off to artists who can visualize ways to tell whole narratives within one frame—I usually need at least 2000 words!

Please go give them a follow and support their work!

 

Mutiny of a Mistress

Hello, my lovely readers! I am back from a long and much-needed hiatus with a new story. Perfect for fans of Jane Austen and Bridgerton, this 4000-word erotica is my kinky idea of what a lady in the Regency Era might do with shrinking powers, if she were horny and fed up with the patriarchy. (Honestly, mood.)

Skip to the story content section if you want to jump right in. Mind the content tags!

This is the second in a series of historical erotica set in different time periods. The first was Anne and the King’s Miniaturist, a size kink scene between a Duchess and an artist with a secret, set quite literally against one of the most notorious paintings of King Henry VIII’s reign. I have plans for at least two more stories, so stay tuned.

And because I can’t help myself—dear reader, you know how I get off to essays about kinkhere’s some background on why this story took me two years to publish, and thoughts about embracing the transgressive and monstrous fantasies of femmes.

 

When Darkness Lights Your Fire

I wrote this 4000-word story in December of 2022 after reading (and then immediately re-reading) the incredibly sexy queer historical romance A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall. I’d also been watching Bridgerton, featuring more than one plot about women scheming their way through the Regency Era social ladder. I found myself fantasizing about a woman using size kink magic in a role reversal, a moment of dominance in which she would fight for a better situation in a patriarchal world. My story felt dark and sexy and it turned me on, so I had no trouble putting words on the page.

Then, for various (internalized kink-shaming) reasons, I decided I should try to challenge myself to write a gentle version to release alongside it. After all, the book that put me in this mindset was full of sweet, earnest lovemaking. Surely I could do justice to a version of this story that followed a similar tone? I have so many friends who prefer gentle content, it seemed like a lovely option to offer.

I put in a couple months of work trying to figure out how to rework the characters’ motivations and get to some kind of angle that felt sexy. After all, I’m not heartless. I have two loving partners and enjoy sex with feelings all the time. I read plenty of romance novels—well, queer ones, anyway. So, why did I stall out 2000 words into the new draft? Why was I unable to make progress on it for an entire year?

I thought I could get myself interested again by watching all six hours of the 1995 BBC Pride & Prejudice with some lovely size writer friends on a Discord server. We even followed it up with the 2005 version that gave my younger self such a bisexual crisis with that sexy rain-drenched scene. I enjoyed the films and the company and the nerdy literary analysis. But in the back of my mind I kept asking myself why immersing myself in Regency Era romance for eight hours didn’t do the trick. I couldn’t even bring myself to open the document, let alone write a satisfactory gentle sexy scene. Why?

I have some theories. My therapist probably does, too.

And if you’re a fan of my work, you may have read my previous essays on the way nonconsensual fantasies turn me on in fantasy and horrify me in real life, and all the energy I have put into navigating that as consensually as possible. So, yeah. I have theories of why it was hard for me to wave the magic writing wand and produce a softer, safer, and more socially acceptable version of this story.

But honestly? It doesn’t really matter why the gentle fantasy isn’t exciting me. It’s not “lighting my fire,” as my partner pseudo put it so poetically.

The dark version excited me. A lot. It felt really fucking good to write it. It feels good to re-read it.

And after co-facilitating the Size Ladies and WLW socials at the wonderful SizeCon Micro last weekend, I had more than one excellent conversation with other women in this community who have similar struggles. How hard it can be to embrace our fantasies as they are, when we’re aware how much they deviate from socially acceptable scripts of womanhood. How frustrating it is that many men in the community want us to deliver a very specific version of a giantess “empowerment” fantasy on a silver platter that prioritizes their gaze and consumption. How it’s hard, sometimes, to even admit what really turns us on. Even to ourselves. How lonely that can get.

Many of us talked about how much it meant to us to discover other femmes making art and writing stories in the size kink world. Especially the creations that are unabashedly true to our own turn-ons, not just what we think we should want to write or draw.

It’s okay that I’m struggling with this. I’m writing about it here in this introduction for any other femme writer or artist out there who’s not sure if it’s okay to have these fantasies, if it’s okay to struggle with your own identity because of it. Well, it is okay. It’s okay to want something dark in your fantasy that turns you on, lights your goddamned fire. It’s okay to want something else entirely in real life. It’s okay to pleasure yourself to something dark and then cuddle lovingly with your partner.

It’s okay that I’m afraid you’ll think I’m a monster because I get off to something monstrous.

It reminds me of a scene in Ocean Vuong’s devastatingly good book On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. (I do recommend this story, especially as an audiobook, but if you pick it up, mind the extensive content tags.)

“‘You’re not a monster,’ I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.”

It reminds me of what my therapist taught me about anger, when I discovered how thoroughly angry I was all the time, and how I had been raised to stifle, numb, and ignore that emotion to appear more ladylike. “Anger is often a protection or a protest. Sometimes both. Who or what is your anger protecting? Who or what are you protesting?” I think of that often when I feel overwhelmed by fury and size and feel like a Giantess because of it. Shelter and warning at once.

A page later, Vuong writes, “Possessing a heartbeat is never as simple as the heart’s task of saying yes yes yes to the body.”

What else is a fantasy, but the mind’s way of saying yes to the pleasure of our bodies? Why is that so hard to admit to ourselves and to the world? How many fantasies become buried under the most ladylike word I know—“should”?

It’s never quite as simple to say yes to our bodies, and yes to our hearts at the same time. To trust that there will still be a place for us in our social circles if we are open about the things that turn us on. Sometimes safety comes before coming out. That’s just as true with “small” secrets like specific turn-ons as it is with sharing marginalized identities.

In these times especially, it feels vitally important to look our own darknesses in the eye, to own that we can be many things all at once. To really, truly own it. To understand that any one of us can be both shelter and warning, loving and monstrous, light and dark and all the points in-between.

 

Disclaimer & resources

Beyond the realm of fantasy, I do not condone sex acts without consent. Erotic fantasy play between two individuals in reality in person and online should always include negotiation, fully informed consent, and protections such as content tags, safewords, aftercare, and emergency planning.

If you or anyone you know has experienced sexual harassment, trauma, abuse, or assault, I strongly suggest seeking advice and counseling from trained professionals. These are usually free and confidential. Some organizations that offer free resources are: RAINN (Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network) hotline at 800-656-HOPE; National Sexual Violence Resource Center to search for local help; Trans Lifeline Crisis Hotline by and for the transgender community at 877-565-8860; National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−7233 or TTY 1−800−787−3224.

 

Artwork

The photo I used in the banner is from Portrait of Madame Aymon, La belle Zélie by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres, 1806.

 

Support the author

Money is tight right now. I have multiple works of fiction in progress, ranging from wholesome to kinky as fuck. I’d like to continue releasing them here for free.

If you enjoy this story and want to see/hear more like it, the best way to do that is to support me financially. The few donations I get usually go right into commissioning art and paying beta readers. (The second best way is to boost the signal on my stories and encourage your friends to support me, too.) Thanks, y’all!

 

Story synopsis

Lillete has taken a lord for a lover, but he won’t consider marrying her and she’s fed up with the limits of her social station. In this darkly kinky role reversal and revenge story, watch her plan unfold to claim the life she always wanted. A story of shrinking and domination, set in Regency Era England.

 

Story content

Tagging is the only way I know for people online to be able to opt in or out of a sexual experience with fully informed consent. I welcome help in tagging—please let me know when I have missed anything important.

Tags for this story include:

Content tags: F/m, shrinking to doll-sized, noncon, coercion, magic potion, teasing, domination, classism, misogyny, role reversal, revenge, punishment, mild fearplay, humiliation, tickling, masturbation, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, fellatio, insertion, entrapment, fucking the patriarchy

 

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Swiping Right on a Witch

I managed to meet my goal of writing three stories for my September Kinky Scribble Challenge!

This scribble took two hours to write over the course of four writing sprints with my partner pseudo_size. Thank you so much for all your support this month, pseudo! I appreciate you more than words can say.

I gave it one round of edits tonight. I suspect it could use more, but that’s not the point of a scribble, so I’m letting it go. That in itself is a damn victory!

kinky scribble is a flash fiction exercise I developed to help me level up as a writer, to create stories and let them go. I envy artists who can scribble a sketch and share it unfinished into the wild for people to enjoy. This is my answer to that for writers. Feel free to join in yourself, and share with #KinkyScribble so others can find it. If you want to take the September challenge, use #SeptKinkyScribble.

 

Artwork

The photo I used in the banner is by Raymond Perez on Unsplash.

Support the author

Money is tight right now. I have multiple works of fiction in progress, ranging from wholesome to kinky as fuck. I’d like to continue releasing them here for free.

If you enjoy this story and want to see/hear more like it, the best way to do that is to support me financially. The few donations I get usually go right into commissioning art and paying beta readers. (The second best way is to boost the signal on my stories and encourage your friends to support me, too.) Thanks, y’all!

 

Story synopsis

You get more than you bargain for on a date with a witch who makes a truly magical hard cider.

 

Story content

Tagging is the only way I know for people online to be able to opt in or out of a sexual experience with fully informed consent. I welcome help in tagging—please let me know when I have missed anything important.

Tags for this story include:

Content tags: F/x – shrinking, gender neutral POV character, alcohol, potion, dubcon, noncon, mind control, objectification, worship, insertion

 

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AUDIO VERSION: I might record audio for this story. If I get enough requests, I will move it up on my priority list.

 

Getting Handsy

I wrote a messy kinky scribble last night! That’s my second (completed) Scribble for my September Kinky Scribbles Challenge. I started it at 6pm and wrapped it up around 11pm with maybe 1.5 rounds of edits.

Many thanks to Njord and aminifriend for braving some Friday night writing sprints with me to help get words on the page (oh my God we did seven sprints??) and thanks to my partner pseudo_size for reminding me it’s supposed to be imperfect and I could let it go.

Thanks also to Kate Sloan of Girly Juice for articles on spanking that inspired me to get extra handsy with this story. My favorite on this topic was probably How to Get a Vanilla Person to Spank You Properly.

(CW impact play mention) A note on the graphics and wordcount discrepancy: I originally had about four more paragraphs that involved impact play similar to strokes with a paddle, but for several reasons I ended up removing it. I suppose I might edit this later after a beta read of that section, but for now I just want it to stand as it is for the sake of this challenge.

Anyway, no more thoughts, just sexy writing. Enjoy, my lovelies~

kinky scribble is a flash fiction exercise I developed to help me level up as a writer, to create stories and let them go. I envy artists who can scribble a sketch and share it unfinished into the wild for people to enjoy. This is my answer to that for writers. Feel free to join in yourself, and share with #KinkyScribble so others can find it. If you want to take the September challenge, use #SeptKinkyScribble.

 

Artwork

The photo I used in the banner is by Mathias Reding on Unsplash.

 

Support the author

Money is tight right now. I have multiple works of fiction in progress, ranging from wholesome to kinky as fuck. I’d like to continue releasing them here for free.

If you enjoy this story and want to see/hear more like it, the best way to do that is to support me financially. The few donations I get usually go right into commissioning art and paying beta readers. (The second best way is to boost the signal on my stories and encourage your friends to support me, too.) Thanks, y’all!

 

Story synopsis

Hand sex with a loving partner! Shrinking in public, on purpose! Tiny women who are into spanking and asking for what they want!

 

Story content

Tagging is the only way I know for people online to be able to opt in or out of a sexual experience with fully informed consent. I welcome help in tagging—please let me know when I have missed anything important.

Tags for this story include:

Content tags: NB/f – shrinking, flirting, begging, public nudity and sex, spanking, impact play, sex at a great height, something like scissoring

 

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A Sparkly Femme Size Orgy

So, one night over a year ago, I was a little drunk and dazzled by everything I was learning about how to transform my unruly, wavy hair into gorgeous curls. It was a revelation, and my femme side felt big and shiny, like a toy that wanted to be shown off, like something that needed to explode in a kinky sapphic celebration: a sparkly femme size orgy. So I wrote one.

It began as a kinky scribble but loved it so much I kept returning to it, adding here, growing it there. Shrinking some parts a little, as a treat.

I held off on publishing it because I wasn’t quite satisfied with it. And because I had a strong vision of making line art based on one of my favorite queer memes, which is featured in the story. I was determined to achieve my vision using my rusty Adobe Illustrator skills. I got pretty far with it but again, wasn’t satisfied, to the point where I don’t think I’ll share it here. I told myself I would just wait for an artist with a complimentary style to be available for commissions, hopefully while I have money to buy some art. (The stars still haven’t aligned on that, which is why I’m using the meme as a header.)

Recently, my wonderful partner in the kink community, pseudo_size (she/they/he) challenged me to stop overthinking things and just release one of the many stories collecting dust in my Google Drive. She did this with love and with patience, I might add, but also added a key ingredient: a deadline.

I have of course blown past this deadline by nearly two hours, but that’s okay. I have sexy-wrestled this piece into a place I think is very satisfying. She’ll understand if I’m a bit late, and I think she’ll still be proud of me for making this happen today. I’m so grateful for her support!

Anyway, please enjoy this cutesy, kinky, sparkly femme size orgy! Its resemblance to any recent highly pink media in theaters right now is entirely coincidence.

If any of the other spectacular gals and femme pals in the Size Kink community know how to manifest an evening like this, CALL ME.

 

Support the author

Money is tight right now. I have multiple works of fiction in progress, ranging from wholesome to kinky as fuck. I’d like to continue releasing them here for free.

If you enjoy this story and want to see/hear more like it, the best way to do that is to support me financially. The few donations I get usually go right into commissioning art and paying beta readers. (The second best way is to boost the signal on my stories and encourage your friends to support me, too.) Thanks, y’all!

 

Story synopsis

Four women with size shifting abilities share a bottle of wine and some hair and makeup tips, then get so turned on by their own gorgeousness that they have an orgy to revel in their own sexuality, size, and power.

 

Story content

Tagging is the only way I know for people online to be able to opt in or out of a sexual experience with fully informed consent. Learn more about why and how to use content tags, and browse tags important to the size kink community in my article “Content Tags: Accessibility, Edgeplay, & Surprise Sex.”

I welcome help in tagging—please let me know when I have missed anything important.

Tags for this story include:

Content tags: F/F/f/f, CF/tf – shrinking, growth, sizes ranging from a mini giantess to 3 ft to 3 in, cleavage riding, kissing, cunnilingus, full-body licks, breast play, ear play, shyness, private exhibitionism, gentle spanking, gentle restraint, praise kink, sizey high fives, hair and makeup tips, the gayest of manicures, alcohol, swimming in sparkling wine, puns, the cliché that French sounds sexy (because it is, dammit), queer women with different kinds of genitalia celebrating each other, and just generally getting off to looking and feeling pretty

 

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A Good Luck Charm for His Pocket

Today I was inspired to share a fantasy of mine in the form of a kinky scribble. Skip to the story content section if you want to jump right in.

A kinky scribble is a flash fiction exercise I developed to help me level up as a writer, to create stories and let them go. I envy artists who can scribble a sketch and share it unfinished into the wild for people to enjoy. This is my answer to that for writers. Feel free to join in yourself, and share with #KinkyScribble so others can find it.

Most of my original kinky scribbles are short, but in recent years I find them growing and growing (heh). This particular beast clocks in at 4159 words and took me about 2.75 hours to write with about a half hour of edits. Okay. Forty-five minutes. I’m stopping now, I promise.

In the end, I had to ask some fellow size writers to help talk me down as my brain tried to convince me that this story “deserved” a beta reader, more rounds of edits, more thought on the story arc and characterization, time spent balancing three-beats and avoiding word repetition, commissioning artwork, and gods know what else. If my brain had her way, I’d work on this for six months and still release it unsatisfied. Some projects need that kind of attention. This is not that project.

Thank you, Njord and pseudo_size, for helping me let go of my impossible desire for perfection, and just embrace the smut.

 

Inspiration

I’ve received feedback on this story that the connection between the characters is very sweet and caring. This due in large part because this fantasy was inspired by my wonderful partner and fellow sizeshifting erotica writer pseudo_size!

I asked his permission to talk about this here, and to make an important distinction. This character is not pseudo, this character is my invention in my personal fantasy that was inspired by my interactions with pseudo.

In the years since we met and began dating here in the size kink community, he’s been incredibly sweet and caring with me, and has shared so much of his knowledge about BDSM experiences in real life. We’ve explored some kinky things together, some rough, some gentle, but at the end of the day we know the other is a human with wants and needs and vulnerabilities just like anyone else. I’m grateful he is in my life, and grateful to be in his, too.

If you enjoy heartfelt size kink erotica, I highly recommend his work.

 

Artwork

The photo I used in the banner is by Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho on Unsplash.

 

Support the author

Money is tight right now. I have multiple works of fiction in progress, ranging from wholesome to kinky as fuck. I’d like to continue releasing them here for free.

If you enjoy this story and want to see/hear more like it, the best way to do that is to support me financially. The few donations I get usually go right into commissioning art and paying beta readers. (The second best way is to boost the signal on my stories and encourage your friends to support me, too.) Thanks, y’all!

 

Story synopsis

A tiny woman begs her partner to tuck her in his pocket and use her as his fidget toy. As the dayand distractionsand orgasmsmultiply, he shrinks her smaller and smaller, and tucks her into the safest place he knows.

 

Story content

Tagging is the only way I know for people online to be able to opt in or out of a sexual experience with fully informed consent. I welcome help in tagging—please let me know when I have missed anything important.

Tags for this story include:

Content tags: M/f – shrinking, handheld to micro sizes, pocket riding, cock play, precum, cock vore / cock insertion, public play, scientist, sex in a workplace, trance, tiny used as a fidget toy, teasing, begging, BDSM, a tiny going subverbal, themes of unfairness and insignificance, embracing sluthood, lots of orgasms and cum, aftercare

 

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AUDIO VERSION: I might record audio for this story. If I get enough requests, I will move it up on my priority list.