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Nice find but that story and pretty much all his other stories are still broken up - i get access denied


It is late at night when Aurora Buroli turns off the main road and starts to slowly drive up the gravel driveway in her Ford F-150. She can see the rain in the headlights as her windshield wipers are helping to maintain her visibility. As she parks in front of her double wide manufactured home, she looks over at the small box that is, secured in the passenger seat, smiling as she is quite glad to have finally procured the contents.

The 5’2, heavily freckled red head grabs the box as she exits her vehicle. Her size 6 ½ black flats hitting the wet grass as she closes the car door behind her. As Aurora takes a couple of steps away from her vehicle, she steps in a puddle, soaking her shoes. She was glad that she decided not to wear any socks today, or those would have been soaked as well. As she is making her way up steps of her front porch, she reaches into the front pocket of her blue jeans, reaching for her house keys. She sighs out of exasperation as she tries to fit her finger through one of the key rings so she can pull the out. The rain continues to fall, soaking her long, curly red hair that falls just past her rounded ass. Her blue t-shirt is completely soaked, allowing her DD cup bra to be seen through the material. As she finally pulls her keys out, her wipes her square framed glasses, which helps to compliment her rounded face quite nicely.

Aurora unlocks, and opens her front door as she steps into her mud room. She starts to make her way over to the sink, so she can try to eliminate all the water that is in her hair. She starts to wring out her hair, allowing all the excess water to flow down the drain, she can feel her hair getting lighter as she continues to wring out all the water. As she finishes with her hair, she lifts up her left foot so that she can start to remove her flats. Before she pops her heel off, she stops to think for a moment. True, she absolutely loves being barefoot, but she has been wearing these shoes all day long, without any socks. Not to mention they are now absolutely soaked, which means her feet would absolutely smell at this point. She decides to leave her shoes on, for the moment, until she can wash her feet. She can’t wait to look at the contents of what she has obtained today.

She quickly walks over to the spare room, unable to contain her excitement. She opens up the door and walks in, setting the box down on one of the tables. The entire room is filled with common sciencPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


Is this a one-shot, or is this going to be 'the start of something big'? =)

If it's the latter, then I'll be looking forward to it, since Aurora seems like an enjoyably thoughtful, and interesting character.


GC is fail as always, Giantessworld has nothing, and the old dead geosites page is old and dead.

Anybody got anything good? Or any ideas you might want to throw at the wall?


I'm trying to remember a story and I cant for the life of me remember where I read it.
It was an unaware vore story. The main character has a shrinking/giantess fetish and finds a way to shrink himself. He knows his family doesn't eat grapes and his mother only buys them for show. So before he shrinks he cuts a way into one of the grapes and hides there when he is shrunk. He then falls asleep and is woken up by his sister and her friends showing up for studying. They are hungry, and his grape is forced into his sisters mouth by one of her friends and down he goes.
Great story, can anyone help me out. ^.^


So I just remembered 2 stories I read a while back but can't remember their names.

One was some sort of wrist device that changes the persons size, they find out they can shrink other people while holding them, and also use the growing back to make a person taller. I think it is bound to the person. I think later there is a malfunction that causes one girls boobs to become gigantic.

and the other is 2 girls find a light or something in the sky that shrinks them, I think they also can do the changing sizes like the other by sharing the light.

Anyone know what they are?


Anyone have macromegas Magic Dice and its sequel before they were deleted? I regret I didn't start saving people stories before then.


No dice, sorry.




Anyone else like the Genre? also post some rarer ones if you've got them, love these.

“Oh Derrick, it’s beautiful,” said the girl as he showed her the present he had gotten her for their anniversary. It was a pendant, with a weird design on it that sort of shimmered when it spun in front of her. Derrick, without a word, held it out to her, and Amy obligingly turned around, allowing him to move the pendant over her shoulder, and then clasp it around the back. Of course, staring at her face as she turned around, he missed a slight flash on her belly and boobs when the clasp was locked.

“Say, we got any of that cake left?” asked Amy as she kissed him, licking her lips as she released his. Derrick, looking around, nodded as he spotted a piece, and Amy, rubbing her stomach, giggled as she went towards it, picking up the piece, almost as big as her hand, and literally shoving it into her open mouth. For a second, he thought he was seeing things, as her mouth wasn’t big enough for something that huge, but it stretched oddly as she pushed it inside, almost like a cartoon, and she even swallowed it whole, a massive lump moving down her throat, followed by a belch.

“Got anything else?” she said, while rising from her chair. Derrick tried to talk to her a bit, but she outpaced him quickly, though he couldn’t understand how, as she made her way into his kitchen, and began to shove anything that was vaguely food into her mouth. A loaf of bread, a pack of apples, a whole bushel of bananas, peels and all. Literally, the contents of his cabinets were being fed into her mouth, and as they disappeared, he could see her body growing.

Her growth was mostly centered around her boobs, which had already been pretty big, but as she got taller, passing the size of his kitchen quickly, they got even bigger by comparison, starting out at the size of her hands, and quickly growing to the size of her head, and then getting bigger, as she soon passed ten feet tall. Not one to question reality, and always one to keep himself alive, Derrick made a beeline for the door, and quickly raced out of his home, getting to his car and fumbling with the keys, nearly dropping them, before finally jamming them home, and then driving off.

Looking out his review mirror, Derrick watched as his house bulged, like a shipping box stuffed too full, and then closed anyway. It couldn’t hold out for long, and with an earth shaking crack, it tore apart, Amy risPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


It's a nice genre, pretty damn rare, but I like it. Still, that story's far too fast; personally, I like the growth process more than the giantness itself, so the growth needs to be much, much slower.


it may be furry shit but god damn its a good story



Anyone have that super violent giant elf fic from the old chan before it got nuked? I've been looking all over for it, but I haven't found anything.
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Chapter Two

The first man to die that day did so completely unnoticed. He had the misfortune to be relieving himself in the woods, some distance from his fellows, when Trelia arrived. Her attention was fixed firmly on the camp before her, the tiny men already raising an alarm and rushing for weapons. Some, seeing the titanic size of their foe, simply fled in terror. A smile touched her face as she continued a casual walk towards them. The man, named Granth, saw the gigantic foot swinging towards him and tried to rise, but his feet tangled in his own pants and he fell hard on his backside in his own waste. A scream ripped from him as he saw the vast sole above him start to descend. In that awful moment of clarity he could see vegetation stains ground into the tough skin of her heel as it rushed down, then he was caught in a vice for a too brief moment before his consciousness vanished in a flash of light. The sound of crumpling armor was plainly audible as the elf sorceress' foot sank into the ground, spraying the surrounding area with compressed gore. her other mighty foot passed by to thunder to the ground further along, then Granth was revealed as the uncaring sole was raised. What once was a man lay in a deep footprint, armor flattened and crumpled, sickening gore arrayed around the pressed metal and torn cloth.
The next deaths were most definitely on purpose.
Arrows soared up to strike her legs, but bounced harmlessly away as she entered the camp. She whispered a spell that lit up the men below in her senses like flames. She was determined that none would escape and truly the smile upon her face cast fear into the most stout of hearts.
Bending suddenly, she scooped up three of the men in a hand with lightning speed. Before they could even begin to offer any resistance, her fingers curled over them and squeezed into a fist before they could even scream. Blood spurted out of the fist and loops of warm intestines wormed between her fingers and she ground the men with all her strength, then opened her hand and let the wadded remains fall to the ground, striking down an archer who was still stubbornly firing arrows at her.
She smirked at the wounded man and covered him with her toes, pressing down cruelly, relishing the feeling of warm blood between her toes as she simply stepped fully down and continued on, treading on more men with casual steps.
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Chapter Three

Trelia sat beside a pond, now normal sized, watching the rippling of its surface. She was still nude, but clean now having just finished bathing to get dried blood off her body. She had no doubts that she'd have more in its place soon, but for now she was content to watch the sun on the water.

She showed to outward sign of surprise when cold steel pressed against her neck, "move and you're dead," a rough voice growled, the speaker coming into view. he was a burly man, quite hairy and carrying the scent of stale sweat over him like a cloud. He leered down at the naked elf woman he had at dagger point, hardly believing his luck. here he was en route to the forward camp to deliver messages and he'd found a diversion already! Of course he'd have to kill her, but nothing said he couldn't have a little fun first.

Trelia forced herself to shiver, "P-Please don't hurt me," she quavered, inwardly congratulating herself for
the quaver at the beginning of her words. The bear of a man before her had no way of knowing it was caused by a hiccup of laughter, not fear.

He laughed, tracing the contour of her breast with the tip of his dagger. It looked quite sharp, "Oh I won't be hurting ye just yet. We'll be havin' a bit of pleasure before that happens."

Trelia smiled suddenly, causing him to blink in surprise. Damn, but she was eager! The elf men probably didn't satisfy her. He opened his mouth to say something, but felt a sudden and horrible dizziness before he could utter a word. He felt himself falling, then came to himself lying on the ground. The elf! She may try to injure him while he was helpless! In a rush he came to his feet, dimly aware that he was naked. he looked about for his dagger, fists balled.

What he saw made him scream.

In front of him were toes, gleaming red in the sunlight. Impossible toes, the smallets one almost as tall as him. She had grown! But… No, he realized as the horror of his situation came fully to him upon spying the massive hilt of his own dagger nearby, he had shrunk.

Fingers as big as the thickest of trees reached down and gingerly picked him up, raising him with sickening speed to face level. Dizzied, scared, the man looked at Trelia, finding the slight smile on her face to be a horrible thing. When he saw the tip of his own dagger coming in from the side, he swooned. As he did he saw the blade pass just over him and stab into the sorPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


There are some words and phrases that are used too much by those who wish to gain quick entry into your attention.

Thus, the phrase "broken heart" has little gravitas any more. So many chocolate and scroll makers have used it in their selling premise that it lacks any real meaning anymore.

But Palian the bard had a broken heart in the real sense of thre term. He had the kind of broken heart that leaves a man sick so he cannot eat, sad so he cannot laugh, angry so he cannot befriend and so anxious that he cannot rest.

For he was Uil Lin, Elf friend, who had a soul filled with anticipation and joy at meeting the folk of the woods once again.

But the word had rippled through the country like the fall of a heavy rock into a placid lake. "It had come to blood".

Palian cried for the first time in many years. He cried for the trust that was lost between men and Elves. He cried for the families of men who would not return. And he cried for his own sake. It is a hard lesson to watch a wrong but not know where to lay the blame.

He made sure that his gifts for the Elves were secure in wrapping within his packs and then turned the way he had come.

He would return one day. When the love that he brought outweighed the hate in the air.


Chapter Four

Gallin strode through the crowd, jaw set and hand on his sword hilt. The paladin was determined to end this bloodshed as soon as possible, had already marshaled the wizards to present a united front against the Giantess elf. Though he disliked the devious mages with their unclean magic, he was fully prepared to work with them if it meant slaying this vile beast.

She was coming. After rising and brushing the remains of hundred sof unfortunates from her breasts and stomach, she was once more casually walking around, in Gallin's direction. He felt sickened upon hearing multiple screams end in mid-shriek as her feet pounded the cobblestones, followed by the sounds of the stone snapping. He drew his sword, allowing the people to pass by him and yelled in a magically enhanced voice, "HOLD!! By the GODS you SHALL NOT PASS!!"

Trelia looked down and burst into laughter, "You? You will stop me with your toothpick? Look around you… Hundreds just like you are already wet spots in the bottoms of my footprints. What can you do that would cause me to stay my course?"

Gallin growled, "I am no simple townsperson, witch, I am a paladin of Meisin. You do not deal with a simple being of flesh and bone, for I speak with the voice of my GOD! I command you, leave this place. Stop this slaughter and never return!"

Trelia looked at the knight and shook her head, "Why would a holy man risk himself to save the likes of these," she accented the word by pressing a fleeing woman into the street with her toe, "Insects. These Theyvians who were so willing to invade MY home and destroy MY people? Why should I grant them such mercy?"

Gallin held steady, his jaw firming more upon watching the woman die, "I help all who need me. As for the invasion of your home, this is something to be settled over a bargaining table, not like this. Many innocents, unaware of their governments actions, live here. For their sake, stop this carnage."

Trelia stared down at the tiny man, impressed despite herself. Not many would deign to stand against her in this form, she knew. But she was unwilling to let the Theyvians get off so easily, with their government intact to strike back for her actions here today, "You are in a poor position of negotiation, Paladin. You do have merit in what you say, however, and I am inclined to talk for a moment instead of killing worms. A contest comes to mind."

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Chapter 5

Gallin leaned backwards against an intact portion of the wall, panting for breath as he heard the command given for the giantess to be impaled. A piece of him felt sorry for the Giantess elf, for such a powerful creature shouldn't be impaled like meat on a stick, but this thought and all others fled him when he heard a general clamor of confusion, then panic from outside the city walls. Staggering he walked to the rent and looked out.

men stepped backwards, clutching broken lances, looking confused. The giant elf's body stretched into the distance, unmarred by the attacks. As Gallin watched, she slowly sat up, staring with shock at the men around her and their broken lances. The look of surprise vanished, replaced by fury.

Horribly fast, Trelia rose, planting feet on several of the soldiers as she did, then methodically began treading on them, dark eyes burning, lips parted in a sneer. Gallin had a terrific view from his position, watching some of the men desperately try to run before being erased by her cruel, filthy soles. Others stood fast and angled their lances up, trying to exact some revenge before dying themselves. They watched in brief horror as their lances shattered, falling from their hands an instant before they were buried.

More spells raced from the city, but this time seemed to have no more effect than a spring rain. Trelia turned on the mages when the last soldier vanished, screaming, under her foot and slapped one floating, over-confident mage from the air with vicious force, a mist of blood spraying from the impact, then the giantess placed her foot on the city wall and flattened a huge portion of it and the dozen or so magic-users there. Her burning eyes fixed on Gallin and he bit back a whimper, knowing his days were over. A titanic foot obscured the sky, the sole coated with grime, blood, mangled flesh and ragged clothing. The Paladin closed his eyes and it moved down and waited for death.

A moment later he heard the building beside him flattening and opened his eyes to see Trelias foot settle on it, pressing it utterly flat. Brief wails heard from falling rubble said that it was quite occupied, but then Trelias foot sank into the ground again and all was quiet as she squatted, eyes still focused on Gallin, "You are an honorable man," She finally said, barely contained rage in her voice, "More honorable than these pigs deserve. Leave this place and by whatever gods you consider hoPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


possibly my magnum opus

Before we do anything, she asks once more if I am okay with this. She says if it's too much that I can ask her to stop and she promises she will, she wouldn't dare do this against my will. I nod twice and blink. After a few seconds I cough quietly and she walks toward me then embraces me in this warm hug, and I think my heart thaws at that exact second, the exact second of contact all of my fear floods away and bleeds from my pores. I close my eyes and hug her back, feeling the soft skin of her bare back against my fingers and these two ugly hands. We let each other go and I smile. I hope this isn't the last time we do this, I say, and she laughs a little and smiles back. In her eyes I can see the kindness that's been there since we met, since however long ago it was that I bumped into her and she said Who's in town and I couldn't reply. I'm still kind of sorry about that. But now that's the past, it doesn't matter, and we are right here. In the heat of this moment. So there's three pills, red, blue, and the Advil for the headaches that always follow. I told her so many times that I've tested I've tested I'VE TESTED these pills and I know that I'll be fine, down to like two inches and the Advil chased down preferably with liquor or some garbage beer that's warm and kind of frothy will kill any head pains in thirty minutes or so, so we're all set. I take them from the plastic case on the table, hands steady and motions slow and deliberate. To the left is a glass of water. I dry swallow the first two pills, chemically modified sertraline with this ish called Tricordrazine (named for the shit off Star Trek, because why not?) and like enkephalin (an enzyme manufactured in the human spine that reportedly gets you high). Then I take the Advil, but I have to drink a sip of water to get it down and I cough lightly and drink water again. I'm tired now but I won't sleep. This is the first time I've tried to stay awake through the process that's apparently excruciatingly painful but something incredibly euphoric and unlike anything else you'd ever tried before, like peyote or some shit except you're seeing fucking visions, man, visions of the future and of the past. My mind's tranquil for the first ten minutes, while we sit on the couch and I sit staring at her and sweat beads off my forehead because she's still smiling at me and her dimples are the cutest thing, and damn it's almost tragic to know she's going to be subject to this, tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


another i wrote that i liked

okay, uh


Light shines into the room and I squint my eyes. Before she even turns on the light I begin screaming at her, standing up as quickly as possible and attempting to at least escape for a minute from her. My legs aren't strong enough to support me anymore, and my stomach's growling pathetically and I drop to my knees and begin to sob. She doesn't even turn on the light, she just laughs and picks me up in her enormous hand. Her overwhelming presence is made clear to me, despite only seeing her silhouette framed by flaxen skylight. When I look to her face, she laughs again, but this time much more gently. My eyes gaze deep into hers. I feel the warmth of her skin on my body and even if I know this woman, I know what is about to come, I still feel safe, like a mother's soft hand on your cheek. If I didn't know better I'd be in love. She smiles, her lips creasing and dimples showing. I know she is trying to lull me into a false sense of safety, but I don't buy it. Again I'm filled with bitter rage, not just against the girl, but against myself and the world in general. Tears streaming down my face once more, I shout out something unintelligible, voice hoarse and throat sore. She doesn't give a reply, but she does gesture for me to be quiet, finger on lip. I turn to gaze back on the sleeping people, tucked into matchbox beds and still left untainted. Look to my hands, look at the moon outside, look to the girl, I am going to die. Each individual taken every night, obviously by the girl but no one dare challenge her. We had thought we were saved, the moment spacetime convulsed and vomited us unfortunate fifteen into the home of the girl, and she treated us with kindness. She spoke not a word to us, though, and we did not speak a word to her. It was only a week until Eli vanished, his bed in tatters and entirely ruined. The girl did not answer us when we tried to ask her where he went, and so we held a funeral for him and our distrust for the girl bloomed.

Nine people left alive, the blood of those killed began to slightly paint the walls of our room. At first it was only lines, but they grew into words that mirrored our own rage back at us, 'staple my clit to your shitdick' and 'fuck me like a concrete cock' decorating the ceiling and floors. I don't understand, I just never thought that it would really be this way in the occasion that I would actually shrink. It's just a hazed memory nPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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I saw this image and was inspired.

Suutara spun her head from side to side and looked at the rest of her adventuring group. Despite meeting them in a sketchy tavern, the elven sorceress had grown rather fond of them. Belisara the half-giant barbarian was a gregarious figure – tall, incredibly muscular and almost always drinking. Eoreth the human priest was always calm and composed beneath his plate, and the half-drow Giro was as sarcastic as he was stealthy.

The cold stone of the dungeon walls around them was illuminated by the pale glow of Eoreth’s restorative magic. The party’s latest adventure had taken them to one of the secondary castles of an ancient wizard king, and the last fight was surprisingly dangerous. Belisara had one of her arms twisted open before she bashed an undead skull into fragments with her greathammer, and she was howling an unrecognisable litany of curse words as the human priest restored her back to full health.

“Every single time we go down a set of stairs, the monsters get nastier. Are you all sure you don’t want to rest and try again tomorrow?”

Giro was leaning against a wall, practically unhurt save for a minor cut below his left eye that looked more like warpaint than an actual injury. The rogue was as brave as a thief could be, but he knew his limits – and those of the rest of the party.

“I’ve still got enough restorative magic left to patch every last one of us back to good health after the next fight. Everyone’s still got all their potions too…we should be fine.

“Yeah, what he said. I’m the only one who even got hurt that time…I’m not afraid to see a bit of blood.”

Belisara swung her newly healed arm through the air and stretched her imposing, eight foot tall frame out. Tightening the strap on her dragon-hide armour and giving her hammer a few more swings, the half-giant slammed it into the wall and sent out a spray of rocky dust.

“I haven’t even used any of my higher level spells yet…If you’re worried, I’ll hasten the entire party before we get started. That rod of spell extension I just found should make it last for the rest of the day, too.”

Tara spoke up, her own voice lilting and melodic. The elf had a touch of the upper planes running through her blood – she’d guessed that she was related to some noble bastard – and it made her beautiful and charismatic. Successful sorcerers always tended to be beautiful and charismatic, and when herPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


Nice/10 would adventure again


This was good, then again I'm a sucker for cute, yet enormous catgirls that are slowly growing bigger and bigger~♪

Is this a one-shot, or do you plan to continue it?


Sakaara idly swirled the wine around in her glass. She still didn’t understand why adventurers tended to congregate in taverns, and the swill she was struggling to drink was doing nothing for her mood. Still, there was no better place to find a group of morons with powerful souls – and she didn’t have long to wait. She’d only been sitting down for ten minutes when the doors to the dim tavern burst open – and six hearty adventurers walked in with smiles on their faces. A male paladin, two female rogues, a scrawny wizard and a flamboyant elf swashbuckler. A smile forming on her graceful face, the elf stood up on her feet and walked over to the group the moment they sat down.
“Ah! Might you be a party of adventurers? I have a perilous task that needs several young souls full of bravery and skill to accomplish.”
The sorceress was naturally charismatic, and her magical equipment gave her quite literally supernatural charm. Her big elven eyes, beautiful face and long platinum-blonde hair were enough to prompt the swashbuckler to his feet in a second. Removing his hat, the elf stumbled over his words as he responded.
“O-of course, my fair maiden! Murders and Acquisitions stand ready to challenge the greatest odds! Name your task and your rewards and we’ll be on the job.”
The rest of the elf’s party simply nodded their heads in agreement, entranced by Sakaara’s impossible physical beauty. Only the paladin looked askance at her, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out exactly why everyone else seemed so enamoured of the mysterious stranger.
“Not far from here is an abandoned mage’s tower. My companions and I were searching it for treasure when we were ambushed by one of the fell creatures lurking within – I only escaped with my life. The sacred pendant that my friend carried contains the magic required to return them all to life…but I cannot face them alone. Will you help me bring my companions back, and see that justice is done?”
Sakaara was an excellent liar, and her plaintive plea was full of faked emotion – and given her natural and unnatural gifts, it was more than enough to stir the heartstrings of the adventurers ahead of her.
“Of course, fair lady. We saw the tower on our journey here – we’ll meet you there on the morrow.”
“I’m sorry, but it cannot wait – the tower’s magic keeps it sealed whenever the moon isn’t full. We must make haste!”
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