a kiss from the perspective of someone much much much smaller than the person kissing them
Two college gals from a mixed-size society take some time off to have a fun night at the mysterious nightclub Ambrosia. This story is not for the faint of heart. I'm adding tags as they become relevant. As it stands now, the tags for it are correct and more of the same will come. Expect extreme violence, blood, and gore.
When a goddess of the highest authority gives an unruly world a chance to change its violent ways, by all accounts, that would normally be seen as a sign to change.
But not all empires can change their vile ways, nor are all deities expected to be merciful and forgiving.
One civilization learns the consequences of not heeding the word of the divine.
A short poem about a big romp in a tiny city
The Giantess Speaks (Scratch) is an experimental theatre script, which I originally performed in May 2024. In it, I portray my giantess alter-ego Nancy as a size-shifter, able to grow and shrink on command, towering over a half-destroyed Midtown Manhattan — with one of her 1,250-foot high heels still embedded in the rubble left in her destructive wake — discussing, as though the ruined city itself were her psychotherapist, her trauma-rooted motivations for unleashing such violent devastation upon the metropolis beneath her sprawling body, and her desire to keep inflicting death and destruction upon humanity. Anxiously observing the world around her growing ever more hostile to her own needs as a queer, disabled, neurodivergent outcast, and increasingly more violent and destructive towards the planet’s most vulnerable populations and ecosystems, Nancy intimates to the city beneath her that she had felt a desperate urge to let her rage consume her for a while now. A compulsion to mutate her body into something so enormously sublime, omnipotent and indestructible that it could annihilate all traces of humanity’s destructiveness from the face of the Earth. Even if that meant martyring herself, or eradicating most of human civilisation, in the process...
Originally written for Nuclear Armageddon Ain't Nothin' But Foreplay, an all-transgender cabaret I hosted in November 2023, The SCRREW Manifesto is Nancy's radical political treatise for mad, queer, gender-fucked giantess feminism and irresistible sexual terrorism. In it, Nancy attempts to convince her audience to join her underground, revolutionary cabal of sexy giant rebel-grrrls, the Sisterhood for the Chemical and Radioactive Radical Enlargement of Womxn -- or "SCRREW" for short -- by demonstrating just how effective fucking and grinding Manhattan Island off the face of the Earth while the US military ineffectively ejaculates barrages of nuclear hellfire all over your naked body can be as an act of rebellion against a misogynistic, queerphobic, transphobic status quo.
The "Tight Ten" version of The SCRREW Manifesto published here is an abridged version of the original Manifesto. After realising how effective the piece could be as a 10 minute set for comedy nights and cabaret events, with some of the more violent and harrowing content that featured in the Manifesto's original text cut out, I decided to produce this re-worked version. I hope you find it as funny and rousing as my past audiences have, and as the reviewer who called the Manifesto the highlight of a 5* reviewed comedy night did back in May 2025.
Note: the full, original version of The SCRREW Manifesto is available to read on my website. Additional content warnings for the extended version on my website include violent self-harm, graphic and visceral depictions of trauma, and its emotional and psychological effects on the brain and body. These warnings do NOT apply to the version published here.
When you're kept up all night by a loud party the only option is to join in right?
Nancy Archer is, in her own words, a giant maverick genius dragging her metaphorical dick right across the face of Mother Nature, and making that warmongering motherfucker Uncle Sam insatiably horny in the process. Standing seven feet tall, with a seven-figure IQ to match, she’s a formidable figure in every sense. Working out of a top-secret DARPA laboratory in the deepest depths of the Sierra Nevada, at the height of the Cold War, she's been embezzling US Department of Defense funding for years, all in service of a singular goal: eradicating all physical discrepancies between the sexes, and ending the social and political dominance of men over women. She's been working for years on the perfect medical intervention: a growth formula that could potentially turn the Battle of the Sexes on its head, and make the gendered stereotypes and patriarchal social norms which haunted her as a 6'10" woman who towered over her peers impossible to enforce - or which could, instead, transform her into a skyscraping goddess with the power to make the world bend solely to her will. Which option will she choose? And, more to the point, is the choice even hers to make?
This is it. The story that started it all. If you've never read it before, enjoy!
Being big. Rampaging. Having fun.
Sex, violence. Rampant carnage. Lots of brutality, smearing and messy slaughter. Not for the gentle
The Mistress is about to play with you a game of gloves and smothering. There are some big and small twists to it... and maybe you won't expect at least one of them.
A collection of some of my oldest (mostly gentle) stories, written as far back as 2021. Transferred from Giantessworld with some (hopefully) much needed updating.
Part of a setting in which the world houses those who have shrunk (betas) and those who have not (alphas), characters will range as I do like to move from couples to couples. The main duo here, however, are usually my first gentle couple, Emil and Vivian. Sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself as these intersize duos go about their lives in a world that challenges them in ways they all once thought impossible.
In a seemingly endless war, daemons are far from the most apocalyptic foe one might face. An angel at wit's end, tired of the ceaseless fighting, is even more dangerous. It goes to show that when praying, you should remain wary of who it is that listens.
An Eldritch Sweethearts story
In which a woman whose height is measured in light years has some fun in outer space.
Contains casual cruelty but nothing graphic is depicted.
Originally published January 31 2022
An office building is besieged by a playful giant looking for new additions to her 'collection'.