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How the Chips May Fall, Chapter 2 -- Flush
“There has to be a logical explanation for this,” said Emily as she approached and put her arm around Rachel’s shoulder, clearly perceiving that Rachel was indeed a couple of inches shorter.
Rachel was still holding on to her loose slacks. Her sleeves hung to her knuckles, engulfing her hands. She held one arm forward to show Emily. “Look! Look at this! I know that ten minutes ago this blouse fit me fine. I...I swear it! You believe me, Emily, don’t you?”
Emily nodded her head. “Rachel, why don’t you come into the dining room? Maybe the others—”
“The others?” Rachel shook her head. “I can’t let them see me like this! I look ridiculous!” She looked down at the space between her waist and her slacks.
“I think you’ll find that you’re not quite alone in this.”
Rachel looked up at her friend. What did Emily mean? Were the others experiencing the same bizarre symptoms?
In the din
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How the Chips May Fall, Chapter 1 -- Full House
Rachel went to answer the door after the second of her guests had knocked. Standing on the other side was her good friend Julia, whom she hadn’t seen since the summer after high school graduation. “Julia!” exclaimed Rachel.
“It’s been too long, Rache.” Julia bent down and hugged her friend. At five-foot-eleven, Julia towered over most of her friends from high school. “Who else is here?”
Rachel backed out of the embrace. “Why don’t you come in and see for yourself? Here, I’ll take your bag.”
As Rachel walked away with Julia’s suitcase, the statuesque blonde found her way into the living room. Sitting on the sofa with her legs folded was Gwen, flipping through a magazine. Gwen’s fashion sense hadn’t changed much since high school: she wore an old pair of sandals, faded blue jeans, and a paisley vest over a white tee shirt. The only noticeable change was her brown hair, now cropped very short.
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Desperate Measures, Chapter 3
When Charlie stormed into the lab, he expected to find Veronica there, but she was nowhere to be seen. He headed into the break room, but it was deserted as well.
Veronica had witnessed his sudden entrance and exit. It made perfect sense to her that Charlie didn’t notice her sitting cross-legged on her desk. Had she been in his position, she wouldn’t have thought to look for herself there. Time to face the humiliation and be noticed, she told herself as she stood. Wrapped around her body like a semi-translucent beach towel was a facial tissue, which she had struggled to remove from its trunk on her desk. It served its purpose for the time being, and as much as she dreaded being seen as she was, it was better than him seeing her nude.
After a deep inhalation, she hollered, “Charlie! I’m out here!”
He appeared in the break room’s doorway. “Where?” He scanned the lab. “I can barely hear you.”
“On my desk!”
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Desperate Measures, Chapter 2
Veronica cracked open her heavy eyelids to find herself curled up on the floor of one of the pods—which one, she wasn’t yet sure. Every bone and muscle in her body ached as if she had been crushed by something massive. Still, she was alive, a fact for which she was grateful despite the pain, and she hoped that it was simply a bad hangover.
As she sat, she shook her arms and stretched her legs. All four of her limbs were still connected and seemingly functional. Her head, her facial features, and her hair all felt as they should. She cupped her hands under her breasts and squeezed gently to learn they too had the correct firmness and size. Her brief self-exploration reminded her of her nudity and that her lab coat was hanging right outside the pod.
With some minor aching, she rose to her feet. Stretching a crick out of her neck, she winced, and her eyes clenched shut. “All in the name of science,” she feebly chastised herself.
When she looked around, she could te
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Desperate Measures, Chapter 1
“Three...two...one...activate.”
Following the computerized voice was the loud sound of electricity crackling through the air and the intense light pouring out of the windows of the two capsules on one end of the large room. Four figures—three of them standing and one seated at a computer workstation—watched through special safety goggles and waited for the light to fade. When it went out, almost as abruptly as it had first appeared, the staring occupants remained motionless.
“Charlie, open the door to the arrival pod,” said a commanding but apprehensive female voice.
The man at the computer glanced at the screen while tapping the keyboard. After a few clicks of his mouse, he looked up, joining the others in their collective anticipation.
The door of the capsule on the right opened with a hiss of escaping pressurized air. Mist formed as the warm air from inside the pod mixed with the cooler air of the large room.
“Did it work?” asked the d
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Short Time, Chapter 3 -- The Results
It was pitch black.
The darkness gradually broke as Suzanne slowly opened her eyes. Though the ambient lighting was somewhat dim, she could still make out her surroundings. She was lying on her back under what appeared to be a large yellow circus tent that had collapsed on top of her. The fabric, though somewhat thick, was translucent enough for her to notice that there was light outside. Since the fabric was not exceptionally heavy on her body, she figured she could crawl her way out from underneath it.
As she rolled onto her stomach, she could feel the soft billowy ground against her bare breasts. Where were her clothes, she wondered as she gave the rest of her body a quick glance to confirm she was indeed stark naked. Reflexively, she held her arms in front of her chest and slid her legs together to keep herself somewhat modest. Embarrassed, she timidly looked around, hoping no one had spotted her.
“Hello?” she called, wondering if she wasn’t the only one trapped u
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Short Time, Chapter 2 -- The Test
The siren of an alarm pierced through Suzanne’s head. Her eyes popped open, instantly reading the time: six-fifteen. “Shit!” she shouted, jumping out of bed and dashing into the bathroom.
Eight o’clock, she reminded herself, she told her team to be at the compound by eight o’clock. Usually, her alarm going off at six-fifteen would allow her enough time to take a daily jog of a few miles, return home for a quick shower, and still make it to work by nine. That was her error today, she realized, as she forgot to adjust her alarm to make up for the earlier starting hour at work. And God forbid she show up at the compound even one second late after demanding her team be there punctually. Any chance they had to criticize her they’d jump upon, so she’d have to sacrifice her running. Hopefully, the break in her exercise routine wouldn’t have that drastic an effect on her physique.
In the shower, she quickly shaved her legs, cursing each time she
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I'm sitting here at my laptop, three days after leaving SizeCon, simultaneously basking in its afterglow and bittersweet that I'm back in regular life.

As I drove to NYC last year for my first trip to the Con, I was definitely anxious about what to expect. The people behind the screen names were strangers, and our parents always warned us not to talk to strangers. Also, my primary size interest is specifically for shrunken women, particularly of the slowly shrinking, slipping out of their clothes variety. I have been intrigued by certain GTS images, so maybe I am a little bit bisizual, but BE and other expansions, weight gain, and vore didn't do much for me. But as the weekend last year progressed, I saw people--real people--who were like me not so much in specific interests but in the shared ability to be open and not judged about those interests. It was a community in the purest sense of the word. I walked around and explored the artwork on sale and talked to some of the creators, maybe not sharing their interests but clearly understanding them. And it was, pardon the pun, transformative.

It was also surreal. As I met the people behind the screen names, they met me. I wrote some SW stories back in the late 90s and early 00s and then real life came along. Over the past few years, I revised and self-published some of those stories. At last year's SizeCon, I had a booth selling them in paperback, and I was invited to participate in the writer's panel. I was taken aback by the wide-eyed grins and double-takes when people realized who I was, almost like they were meeting a celebrity. I don't look at myself as a celebrity, and I'm definitely not willing to be a public one for my SW writing, but it was flattering. I was honored. And I felt the same way about some of the people I met at the Con last year. When it was all over, I knew I'd be coming back for SizeCon '18.

Going for a second time is a vastly different experience. As soon as I arrived to set up my booth, I recognized people. There were immediate hugs and handshakes. I was also quicker to introduce myself to artists that weren't at last year's Con, and I met some great people that I hope to see again at future SizeCons. I brought the same number of books--I was one short of selling out last year--but didn't sell as many. I gave away a few to some people because I wanted to. But selling books was not the reason I came this year. The Con had expanded--yeah, pun intended--in ways that I wanted to experience. So here is my list of transformative events from this year's Con, in chronological order.

1) THE TINY CAFE. I gotta give the SizeCon team props for this idea. I understand the financial reason why they did it, but the greater reason--to have more interactive events beyond panels--made it all the more brilliant. I bought my ticket to the cafe, though I wasn't there for the gourmet food. My server, the lovely and talented Kindii, was slowly shrinking. Done with platforms, high-heel shoes, and oversized shirts and aprons, the illusion required some imagination and suspension of disbelief on the patron's part, but I'm a writer with a size interest. That was easy. And because I kept my eyes away from the ground to avoid shattering the illusion, it really worked as the top of her head was lower each time she interacted with us. As for those interactions, Kindii was phenomenal. I'm sure the other servers were wonderful in their own ways, but when there's a woman appearing to shrink in front of my very eyes, I'm all in. I didn't attend the Giant or BE cafes, but I hope these events remain for future Cons.

2) THE WRITERS PANEL. This year, we all got to have a brief opening statement about our own writing journeys, processes, or advice. Then, it was opened up to audience questions. I couldn't have been happier sitting among my writing colleagues, who are all professional about what they put out there into the community and about their encouragement to others who may want to embark on writing. I hope that all future SizeCons have a writers panel because since many of the interests represented at SizeCon can't happen in real life, we need to rely on our imagination, roleplay, or artwork and fiction to experience it. I'm sure the artists, both traditional and digital, feel the same way about their respective panels. So when (I refuse to say if) SizeCon '19 happens, I'm definitely willing to sit on this panel again.

3) WHEN THE COPS ARRIVED. At one point Saturday evening, three police officers came after receiving a call about some threatening language at the hotel. Two younger male officers and one female officer asked questions and walked around. I don't think the call came from our event as everyone was totally chill, but what made this funny was that five minutes after I saw them in the Dealer's Room, the two males were in the Wonderland Room playing Mario Kart. The female officer walked in and rolled her eyes at them. Classic.

4) SOCIALS! Another excellent addition to the Con's schedule. Rather than the majority of the discussions be in the panel-audience format, there were several informal socials scheduled throughout the weekend. About eight of us sat together in the Giant Men-Tiny Lady social sharing what we all thought was cool about that specific scenario. It was a great discussion, and like everything else, it was non-judgmental.

5) I COMMISSIONED SOME ART. Last year, I purchased some artwork that appealed to me. This year, I went the next step and got some artwork commissioned. I got two wonderful line art pieces about a woman shrinking and the antidote being just out of reach. They're fantastic, and I haven't yet scanned them in to share them, but the artist is named iamfilledwithstatic, and she's wonderful. Check out her work at the link. I also commissioned some digital collages by the amazing M-31, and I built up the courage to approach Koa, who appears in many of MaxGrowth's expansion videos, to ask for her autograph. It did take a little prodding, however. ;-)

I clearly had a wonderful time, and I can't wait for SizeCon '19. I plan to debut a new book available, and I will be selling paperbacks exclusively at the Con before the ebook is released. I've also come up with an idea for another interactive event to be added to the schedule. I've already shared it with Jitensha, GiantGripper, and Cezar Nix (who unfortunately wasn't able to attend because the terrible weather in the NYC/Newark area Friday night caused his flight to be cancelled), and they all think it could be amazing. I won't reveal anything yet because it will require a year's worth of planning, but if I can put it together, it could be REALLY BIG!

To all my SizeCon friends, I had a wonderful weekend with you, and I look forward to doing it again.
I'm sitting here at my laptop, three days after leaving SizeCon, simultaneously basking in its afterglow and bittersweet that I'm back in regular life.

As I drove to NYC last year for my first trip to the Con, I was definitely anxious about what to expect. The people behind the screen names were strangers, and our parents always warned us not to talk to strangers. Also, my primary size interest is specifically for shrunken women, particularly of the slowly shrinking, slipping out of their clothes variety. I have been intrigued by certain GTS images, so maybe I am a little bit bisizual, but BE and other expansions, weight gain, and vore didn't do much for me. But as the weekend last year progressed, I saw people--real people--who were like me not so much in specific interests but in the shared ability to be open and not judged about those interests. It was a community in the purest sense of the word. I walked around and explored the artwork on sale and talked to some of the creators, maybe not sharing their interests but clearly understanding them. And it was, pardon the pun, transformative.

It was also surreal. As I met the people behind the screen names, they met me. I wrote some SW stories back in the late 90s and early 00s and then real life came along. Over the past few years, I revised and self-published some of those stories. At last year's SizeCon, I had a booth selling them in paperback, and I was invited to participate in the writer's panel. I was taken aback by the wide-eyed grins and double-takes when people realized who I was, almost like they were meeting a celebrity. I don't look at myself as a celebrity, and I'm definitely not willing to be a public one for my SW writing, but it was flattering. I was honored. And I felt the same way about some of the people I met at the Con last year. When it was all over, I knew I'd be coming back for SizeCon '18.

Going for a second time is a vastly different experience. As soon as I arrived to set up my booth, I recognized people. There were immediate hugs and handshakes. I was also quicker to introduce myself to artists that weren't at last year's Con, and I met some great people that I hope to see again at future SizeCons. I brought the same number of books--I was one short of selling out last year--but didn't sell as many. I gave away a few to some people because I wanted to. But selling books was not the reason I came this year. The Con had expanded--yeah, pun intended--in ways that I wanted to experience. So here is my list of transformative events from this year's Con, in chronological order.

1) THE TINY CAFE. I gotta give the SizeCon team props for this idea. I understand the financial reason why they did it, but the greater reason--to have more interactive events beyond panels--made it all the more brilliant. I bought my ticket to the cafe, though I wasn't there for the gourmet food. My server, the lovely and talented Kindii, was slowly shrinking. Done with platforms, high-heel shoes, and oversized shirts and aprons, the illusion required some imagination and suspension of disbelief on the patron's part, but I'm a writer with a size interest. That was easy. And because I kept my eyes away from the ground to avoid shattering the illusion, it really worked as the top of her head was lower each time she interacted with us. As for those interactions, Kindii was phenomenal. I'm sure the other servers were wonderful in their own ways, but when there's a woman appearing to shrink in front of my very eyes, I'm all in. I didn't attend the Giant or BE cafes, but I hope these events remain for future Cons.

2) THE WRITERS PANEL. This year, we all got to have a brief opening statement about our own writing journeys, processes, or advice. Then, it was opened up to audience questions. I couldn't have been happier sitting among my writing colleagues, who are all professional about what they put out there into the community and about their encouragement to others who may want to embark on writing. I hope that all future SizeCons have a writers panel because since many of the interests represented at SizeCon can't happen in real life, we need to rely on our imagination, roleplay, or artwork and fiction to experience it. I'm sure the artists, both traditional and digital, feel the same way about their respective panels. So when (I refuse to say if) SizeCon '19 happens, I'm definitely willing to sit on this panel again.

3) WHEN THE COPS ARRIVED. At one point Saturday evening, three police officers came after receiving a call about some threatening language at the hotel. Two younger male officers and one female officer asked questions and walked around. I don't think the call came from our event as everyone was totally chill, but what made this funny was that five minutes after I saw them in the Dealer's Room, the two males were in the Wonderland Room playing Mario Kart. The female officer walked in and rolled her eyes at them. Classic.

4) SOCIALS! Another excellent addition to the Con's schedule. Rather than the majority of the discussions be in the panel-audience format, there were several informal socials scheduled throughout the weekend. About eight of us sat together in the Giant Men-Tiny Lady social sharing what we all thought was cool about that specific scenario. It was a great discussion, and like everything else, it was non-judgmental.

5) I COMMISSIONED SOME ART. Last year, I purchased some artwork that appealed to me. This year, I went the next step and got some artwork commissioned. I got two wonderful line art pieces about a woman shrinking and the antidote being just out of reach. They're fantastic, and I haven't yet scanned them in to share them, but the artist is named iamfilledwithstatic, and she's wonderful. Check out her work at the link. I also commissioned some digital collages by the amazing M-31, and I built up the courage to approach Koa, who appears in many of MaxGrowth's expansion videos, to ask for her autograph. It did take a little prodding, however. ;-)

I clearly had a wonderful time, and I can't wait for SizeCon '19. I plan to debut a new book available, and I will be selling paperbacks exclusively at the Con before the ebook is released. I've also come up with an idea for another interactive event to be added to the schedule. I've already shared it with Jitensha, GiantGripper, and Cezar Nix (who unfortunately wasn't able to attend because the terrible weather in the NYC/Newark area Friday night caused his flight to be cancelled), and they all think it could be amazing. I won't reveal anything yet because it will require a year's worth of planning, but if I can put it together, it could be REALLY BIG!

To all my SizeCon friends, I had a wonderful weekend with you, and I look forward to doing it again.

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praedatorius Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
It was great talking to you at SizeCon last weekend. Let's talk again soon!
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scidram Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2017
Yes it was. So glad I came this year. Was so relaxing to be able to be open and relaxed about everything, and to meet online names in the flesh.
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praedatorius Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
By the way, I bought your other book on Amazon and it just arrived. I plan on reading it while I'm at the beach next week. Can't wait!
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scidram Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2017
Thank you so much, and I'm glad it arrived. I hope you enjoy it.
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misterdoe Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for watching! :)
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JitenshaSW Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch ^^
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