Nine beloved size-fetish writers have come together to contribute one or two stories each to ButtyJuly17, the latest installment in a strange little quarterly writing contest.
In which I recap my magical, dizzying weekend at SizeCon, the haven for size-fetish artists and writers.
Friday morning I will be on a passenger jet hustling me to SizeCon. I'll check into my hotel, try to find a convenient pizza place and a brewpub, and I guess I'd better bring some melatonin.
For no valid reason, Twitter has identified my computer and location to suspend me from their service.
"I honestly thought that I was a weirdo for so long that it’s comforting to hear that others have had similar experiences."
Scott Carey is a pill. As a shrink-fetish fan, there are several times I wish he would've just shut the fuck up and availed himself of his wife.
I've written hundreds of short stories for 20 years, for free. Now I'd like to see who would care to step up and support me on Patreon.
Did I even still have a place in the giantess-fetish scene? Here was April, and I was supposed to write a story for the informal competition.
I'm not going to stop writing size fetish stories, but I need to shunt more effort toward my professional, editorial blog.
Aside from the physical impossibility of the basic context, many of these stories are divorced from reality in that they betray how very, very little I understood how people generally operated in society.