In late September 2018, 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.” It started out as the (deliberate) antithesis of the sort of work I most often do: it’s not long, not thoughtful, has little characterization and no plot to speak of. It was 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 more images. I couldn’t help but think about writing, well, more with her. While I can’t say a plot has emerged, exactly, a narrative certainly has, and it seems to be going somewhere. It’s early 2019 and I think there’s a few more to go. We shall see.
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.
Just being giant doesn’t make a girl invulnerable, but the mouse may have another trick or two in store on her way out of the city.
At an increasingly ridiculous size, the mouse has to decide whether to keep pushing things forward—and up. And she does, taking up ever more space in yet another city.
The mouse giantess decides that instead of growing just a little bit more, it’s time to “go for broke.” She seems to have a plan…but what is it?