Delta: What the Frack is Going On?

(With apologies to Battlestar Galactica.)

So since I’ve revived Delta after another interminable absence, and after roughly 225 pages-worth of writing, you may feel like you’re behind, like there’s a lot of reading for you to do. And if you want to read through the whole Change series, be my guest.

But you probably don’t. And so here’s a little recap on what’s going on in this story so far.

Saturday Night Shrunken Man

Less Than Nothing, Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Seth clung to Kari’s lip, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t lick it and swallow him. And then, alternately hoping she’d just be done with it, as they came to the door of the bedroom in which they’d spent so many good times.

“Please, don’t,” he begged Kari. “This guy isn’t good enough for you,” he opined, which was a silly thing to say, as Seth knew nothing of the giant other than that he and Kari were both monolithic titans, and the guy wasn’t Seth.

He heard Kari and the guy talking — mostly Kari, her distorted voice bellowing out a discussion of numbers of some sort. And then the man’s rough lips came into contact with Kari’s, squashing Seth over and over, until in a final indignity, the lips pulled him back away, leaving him stuck to the man’s lips. And then the world went topsy-turvy as the giants fell, slamming into the ground and bouncing.

Well, not the ground.

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Full of Win

People always handwring about content. It doesn’t come in nice and fluid like people would like. Instead, it seems almost as if the macrophile community has one big biorhythm, and the authors and collage artists get “up” and “down” at the same times.

That’s certainly true about stories. After a good long period in the doldrums, suddenly the past week or so has seen an infusion of new yarns. And while there are several good ones (check out Giantess World for a hundred examples), two stick out for me as worth noting.

So This is a Blog, Right?

So this here is the o-Rama, but I’ve changed it into blog format. And yet I haven’t taken advantage of that. Yet.

But that’s going to change, starting right now. I’m not promising daily posts — I don’t deliver that on any of my 73 other blogs, why would I here? — but I’m going to try to update at least every few days with thoughts, links, fun stories, and “whatnot,” which could be anything!

Another post is immediately to follow, in a brand new category about brand new stuff. Enjoy!

Less Than Nothing: Chapter Two

Chapter Two

BAM. BAM. BAM.

He endured each blast with grimaced joy.

BAM. BAM. BAM.

He had discovered that he was invulnerable quite by accident two days ago, when she had come back to bed and sat down directly atop him, forcing him down into the mattress with such force that he could not possibly have survived it. He felt like his whole body would break. And yet as he waited, terrified, afraid of impending death, he soon found that despite the fact that he could neither move nor breathe, he was not dying. He was in pain. But he was not dying.

BAM. BAM. BAM.

When she finally rose, he felt magnificent, as the absence of pain always does. And he felt very happy about what had happened. Because while it had been painful, it had showed him that there was no part of his goddess that he needed to fear. She could not kill him.

BAM. BAM. BAM.

Which is why he had been unafraid to be standing on her foot when she pulled on that sock. He had always loved her feet, and he had worked himself onto the webbing between her second and third toes as she walked around her house, doing the normal Saturday chores, turning on a vacuum that sounded rather like a Boeing 757 three inches away from his eardrum and dusting and straightening, putting her house to rights. He had planned to jump off when she took her morning shower, but instead, she’d put on the sock.

BAM. BAM. BAM.

He wasn’t sure where they were now. He had lost his grip and fallen under the ball of her foot, taking the full weight of her body with each step. There were times when there had been breaks in the action, when her foot merely pushed him into the ground, rather than rising and falling and crushing him mercilessly. But now the footfalls came rapidly, as if she was running. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not — maybe it was. He didn’t worry about it. Though he was in agony, he was also in ecstasy, as the sweat of her feet soaked the sock and himself, baptizing him in her perspiration. He breathed it in, drank it in. He sacrificed his pain to her, in payment for his pleasure.

BAM. BAM. BAM. 

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Less Than Nothing, Part One

Less Than Nothing, Part One

By D.X. Machina

Seth wasn’t sure why he was pouring his heart out to the beautiful woman at the bar.

Oh, she was beautiful, and paying attention to him; that would probably be enough explanation for most. But Seth wasn’t chatting her up, he was unburdening himself. Unless the olive-skinned beauty smiling sympathetically at him was a sucker for hard-luck stories, this wasn’t going to lead to anything.

Seth didn’t want it to lead to anything.

He wanted Kari back, wanted her back with a desperate ache that nothing could fill. Four months had gone by since they’d broken their engagement – she’d broken their engagement. And it only got more raw and sensitive with each passing minute alone. He needed her, like he needed food, like he needed water, like he needed air.

“I’m nothing without her,” he said to the beauty at the bar. “She’s a…she’s like my goddess. There’s no meaning for me in a world without her.”

“But Kari isn’t gone from this world,” said Aphrodite, evenly. “She’s still in it. It’s just your life that she’s gone from. And there could be another who would fill that nameless gnawing.”

But Seth wasn’t listening to her. “I’d give anything to be with her. She could treat me like anything, like dirt. She could ignore me completely. Just as long as I could be with her.”

“You don’t mean that,” said Aphrodite, sipping her retsina and frowning. “You might be able to endure her cruelty. But her neglect would drive you mad.”

“I’m mad already.”

Aphrodite smiled sadly, and asked the bartender for a glass of water. She then reached into her purse, and took out a small flask, and dribbled in about three drops of liquid. She slid the glass over to Seth, and said, “Drink.”

“What’s this?” he asked, looking carefully at the glass.

“One month of her benign neglect. One month of being in her presence, and her not noting your existence one way or another. One month of heaven, or one month of hell.”

Seth looked at the glass quizzically. “What kind of game is this?”

“At the end, if it is more heaven than hell, I will give you the rest of this – enough for a lifetime of her benign neglect. If it is more hell than heaven, I will do you the mercy of not giving it to you. Of course, there will be a price for that, but we can discuss that when the time comes.”
Seth stared at the glass. “You’re saying if I drink this, Kari will take me back?”

“No,” said Aphrodite. “I’m saying if you drink that, you will be with her, and she will not send you away. But that is not the same thing.”

“It’s close enough,” said Seth, grabbing the glass and throwing it back. It tasted vaguely of anise. He closed his eyes, and felt the warmth spread through his body. “I don’t know why I did that,” he said. “I mean, I just met you. And what you’re saying is impossible. But I believe…”

He didn’t complete his sentence. Instead, he toppled over, and fell fast asleep.

Almost There

Jack, Kara, Imagination

Delta Chapter 14: Imaginary Numbers

Chapter Fourteen
Imaginary Numbers

The bedraggled women in Mike’s briefs were beginning to tire of the location’s novelty.

They had, at least, finally made it to the base of the shaft, and into the protective cover of his pubes. But said pubes were currently soaking wet and growing wetter, as Mike shook his hips to the music. What’s worse, their world would shift often now, as Mike rearranged his semi-erect phallus, either on his own or by grinding on his wife.

“You know,” Ráichéal said, “I’m growing to dislike penises.”

“I’m really only tired of this particular one,” Lil said. “I – whoop! – bloody hair, too slick. Anyhow, I’m really just hoping these two will call it an evening soon.”

“Aren’t they just going to leap into bed?” Ráichéal asked.

“Well…yes. But that’s not the end of the world.”

“I should think it would be quite a bit worse than this,” Ráichéal said.

“Actually,” Lil said, then stopped. “Never mind.”

“You have experience with that?” Ráichéal said, eyes widening in the dim briefs. “Well! So it’s not that bad?”

“Oh, it’s dangerous,” Lil said, “but it has its moments.”