In late September, I had an idea for what I dubbed a “quick trashy flash fiction piece,” a little bit of sexy macro fun—the story equivalent of a quick sketch. That piece was “Size Doesn’t Matter.” In certain ways it’s the antithesis of the sort of work I most often do: it’s not long, not thoughtful, has no characterization or even no plot to speak of. It’s pretty much just about finding buttons of like-minded people and giving those buttons a firm whack.
The problem is, the mysterious mouse whose point of view the story took was still hanging around, tugging on my muse, feeding me with other images. I couldn’t help but think about writing, well, more with her. There are no guarantees how many more there will be (or indeed if there will be any more), but if there are, they’ll be posted here.
A tall wolf flirts with a mouse girl he met at a club, but things aren’t as they first appear.
A feline delivery truck driver meets the mysterious giant mouse woman.
The mouse giantess visits an expensive subdivision, and comes across a coyote woman too curious for her own good. Vore
Swimming in a remote lake, the mouse is surprised to find the authorities waiting on the shore for her.
The mouse giantess tries to join an outdoor dance in a city park, but is soon confronted by better-armed opposition.