Small Beginnings: My Humble Journey

Everyone Starts Somewhere!

Everyone has to start somewhere. Whether we’re crafting a heartfelt story, doodling our thoughts, or considering a groundbreaking idea, it’s essential to recognize the humble beginnings we all endure. I consumed giantess content for probably 20 years or more before I ever mustered the courage to put pen to paper and create my own content.

The First Steps are The Hardest

When I reflect on my initial push into the world of creativity, I often chuckle. My first stories were nothing more than a jumble of sentences strung together, riddled with spelling mistakes and awkward phrases. I haphazardly threw every giantess and shrunken man trope I enjoyed into my work. I changed tenses with no rhyme or reason. All these mistakes showed in the reviews and my sales. If I could go back in time, however, I wouldn't redo them for the world!

Here's a small sample of one of my first writing pieces (only about 2000 words):

Lab Accident!

I wasn't always tiny, I lived most of my life as a technical director at a cosmetic research and development lab, but unfortunately, there was an unforeseeable accident. For reasons that will probably remain unknown, there was an explosion in the lab where my team and I were working and most of my workers were killed instantly by the force of the blast. However, some of us "lucky" ones were only shrunk from the resultant radiation. In a matter of seconds, I went from my 6'4" muscular built to that of something smaller than a Ken doll that could comfortably fit in a woman's pocket. Most of the victims were picked up by their respective wives or girlfriends, but being that I was trapped under a mountain of debris my wife figured I was dead. If she only would have gone deeper into the lab and looked through some of the mess she might have found me, did she know I was tiny? Did they tell her? I thought it was all over for me but just then one of the cosmetic sales-reps rushed in to see if there were any salvageable products to sell and lo and behold she noticed me! All of her troubles of having no products to sell and being jobless seemed to wash away as she picked up my tiny and naked body from under the debris I was pinned beneath. In a very hoarse voice, I ask her to please find my wife who had just passed through here a couple minutes ago. All she did however was lightly dust me off and hastily put me in her purse as she left the premises, ignoring the remaining management and human resource staff surveying the damages and filling out forms. I couldn't get my footing in the purse due to the violent shaking that was caused by her erratic pace and in an instant, it all calmed down. What I heard next caused my heart to sink, her car engine starting! My phone was left in my pant's pocket which was still normal size back in the lab so I couldn't even call my wife for help, as if she would even believe me... She was all I could think about though, would I ever see her again? If I do, would she even want me back at this size?

We must have just arrived at her house, as the engine noises ceased and the earth began to shake again. Next thing I knew the gravity shifted and I was falling, which I thought was to my death but my fall was broken by a soft plush blanket. It took a while but my vision recalibrated itself and I was glad it did because I was staring up at beauty incarnate! This sales-rep was only wearing a lacy black and purple bra that appeared to be struggling to keep her massive breasts at bay, coupled with a matching skimpy thong that really complemented her collection of small tattoos around her hip and waist area. Her eyes cast a gaze down at me that seemed to burn my skin and to make matters worse I could piece together what her intentions and expectations were for the night. She crouched down by the bed where her dark wine-colored hair and massive cleavage filled my view and I must have completely frozen in awe as I didn't even see her reach behind to undo her bra. Her breasts popped out with force and a "thud" as they hit the bed and my eyes were glued to them, so I couldn't see a hand come back around to grab me, and before I knew it was a couple of inches off the bed in her grip. Her hot breath poured over me and seemed to numb my body as she brought me in closer to her perfect red lips for a kiss and said, "Get ready for the night of your life little scientist but rest assured because I have every intention of returning you to your wife". She excitedly jumped onto her bed, rolled onto her back, and placed me on her stomach and as she started to peel off her thong she said, "Men are often intimidated by me and my job status, so I've been lacking in the intimacy department little man, but that's what you're for!" My eyes were fixated on her newly shed underwear being flung across the room but then I felt a thump on my back which was her finger nudging me to head down to her exposed cooch.

I was too slow and she was impatient because she pinched me at my mid-section and smashed me into where she wanted me with a fair amount of force. I felt her slick juices run down my face and then cover my body and this caused her to pick up the pace in rubbing me against her. Having my face forcibly pressed and scrubbed into her throbbing clit had to be on par with waterboarding and I didn’t know if I was going to make it out of this erotic torture session alive. I was now being forced down towards her pussy and feared what was coming next and the little warning her finger was behind my head exerting force and slowing pushing it in. When I regained my breath, I vaguely heard in a panting and moaning tone "Ok, take a deep breath" and before she finished I was gripped tight and shoved nearly waist-deep in her pussy. There was a pinching around my ankles and suddenly I was back in the light covered in her juices and dangling upside down over her pelvis, and with a hint of exhaustion she told me, "That felt amazing and I want more, get ready!" For what seemed like an eternity she pretty much used me as a human jackhammer with short breaks to change positions and catch each other's breath between her orgasms. Towards the end of this ordeal, her pussy began to clench around me uncontrollably and I must have blacked out for a minute because she had to do a live check on me, but after coughing up some of her fluids I regained consciousness. At this point, I almost wished I would of stayed unconscious, and maybe this horny bitch would have assumed I was dead, fat chance!

Exhausted, she sat up against the headboard with me laying in her palm and looked at me deviously... "You look slick enough for something I've been wanting to try with a normal man, how about it?" Without hesitation, she flipped into a doggy style position with me still in her grip. She teased me closer and closer to her ass until my face was being seared onto her burning taint but all I could focus on was her daunting anus. It was intimidating, to say the least, and it had a carnal hunger for my tiny body. I was terrified! My concentration is broken with, "Oh, this is going to be so hot" and with that my previously lubricated body was drilled into her butthole in a rotating fashion and any air I had in my lungs instantly got sucked out into my humid environment. As she pulled me out I gasped and choked for air and was pleasantly surprised when it didn't smell as bad as I'd imagined. It wasn't long before my sweaty and battered body was reinserted even deeper into her tight, musty butthole. To my misfortune, she got a little carried away with how deep she was inserting me and almost lost me but miraculously was able to tighten her muscles in the right ways and push me out. Being that deep and crushed without the promise of a breath of air was horrific but I could tell we weren't through, not by a long shot. After a couple more rounds of re-enacting all our previous sexual routines in her butt, I found myself completely destroyed and unable to move on the bedsheet next to her colossal, passed out body. Since I couldn't move or even speak, I prayed she didn't roll over and crush me and that I would survive until morning.

I woke up groggy and disoriented in what appeared to be a soap dish in a shower where a giant hand was coming towards me. When she picked me up the slight force of her grip made me pass out again... I woke up to the turbulence of another car ride but I wasn't in her purse anymore. Looking left and right I saw mountains of warm flesh decorated with her beautiful hair and when I looked up I saw her face focused on what was ahead. I was in her cleavage! We started to slow down and eventually came to a stop where she got out of the car, which exposed her tight jeans and light tank top she was wearing on her day off. She gently plucked me out of her cleavage with her thumb and index finger and what I saw next filled me with excitement. I was at my house! I started squirming out of delight when I saw my wife, Nicole answer the door and I nearly got loose from her fingers. Nicole didn't immediately see me in her hand so she had a confused, but inviting look when she saw the sales-rep approaching her doorstep. Soon after all I heard was "Oh my fucking god, is that...?" as my giantess wife rushed over to inspect me. "Ma'am there was an accident in his lab and he somehow shrunk to this size, whether it's permanent or anything else is still unknown", she then preceded to hand me off to her. Nicole grabbed me with excessive force which was probably caused by her nervous energy but I still winced because my body still hasn't recovered yet from the marathon it endured last night. The sales-rep left and we went back inside where I was being inspected head to toe with these big blue eyes, and I was even greeted with a big kiss on my chest. Tears started to form when she said, "I thought I lost you baby and I hope you know you look adorable... I will miss the sex though!" She finished with a giggle! As she said that I flinched as I remembered last night.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into months and years and we had our fair share of sex but she used me in much more gentle ways than that lust-filled night I spent with the sales-rep. I began to wish I were normal again so I could engage in some of the pleasure as well because Nicole was great in bed. Showering together with my Goddess of a wife and watching her get dressed or put her makeup on all used to be things I would love to be a part of being a regular-sized man. However, now catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror being carried like a toy or even dangled between her fingers by my feet fills me with frustration and angst. I found the courage to confront her about it and she instantly silenced me by placing her finger over my mouth and saying, "Shhhh, I got you, babe". She then sets me on our bed and begins to strip seductively for me, turning away and bending over and showing her perfect figure in all its glory. What a sight! I nearly came right then and there. She then continues to gently grab me and slide onto the bed lying on her stomach, never taking her eyes off me or "my excitement". "Let me help you out with that, little man", she says seductively as she brings my whole body closer to her mouth and starts licking my chest and then down between my legs. Oh my goodness was this divine, a blowjob at my normal size never felt like this but she kept going by placing my entire lower body in her mouth and forming a seal with her lips around my chest. Her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own and all I could do was reach and grab her nose as I started to grind my hips and let's just say I lost track of how many times I came!

Whew...that was a mouthful! Most of my early criticism boiled down to 'great/creative ideas, poorly written' and looking back, I wholeheartedly agree.

No Different for My Collages

Same with my writing, I look back at some of my collages from 5 years ago and just cringe but again, I wouldn't redo them for anything. . I sampled one of my first pieces of writing above so I may as well do the same for some of my first shrunken man collages here (pay attention to the rough angles of the tiny men and the discoloration lol):

Queue The Inspiration!

The same author who wrote that blocky, hard-to-read, 2000-word story from above has now published over a quarter million words and sold almost 2500 copies. My Amazon reviews are overall positive - a couple of sticklers here and there but that's beside the point.

Also, about to cross 3000 collages with overwhelmingly positive feedback on Giantess City.com!

The moral of the story, keep pushing - In the world of creativity, it’s crucial to remember that we are always evolving. My small beginnings have shaped my current perspective, urging me to appreciate the journey rather than focus solely on the end goal. I dream of living in a world where people are not afraid to create content that's special to them.

Oh, man up! You agreed if I won the bet, I could shrink you and do as I pleased...

You have a long week ahead of you, tiny! I plan to make up for years of faked orgasms...

Al's Final Thoughts

Be kind to other's hard work - This one should go without saying lol

Be patient with your own - Remember the old clique 'Rome wasn't built in a day.' and keep pressing.

Be adaptive to the world to come - The way we make, consume, and review content is constantly changing, and so should you.

Live and Learn,

"Keep it up, Al! With enough hard work, you'll be able to dive between my cheeks and slip right through my butthole..."

"Alright, little guy, time to pay for all those rude comments you left on my IG..."