paok's horrible no good very bad size fetish story idea

hallo here's this like synopsis of this horrible misanthropic cynical size fetish(????) story I wanted to write, but I want to do a non-size, sfw project instead (:blob_sad:), so lemme just forcefully ejaculate this synopsis all over for y'all's amusement(?) and for my own getting-it-out-of-my-head-already-aaaaa. Perhaps merely describing the story is almost as good as actually writing the damn thing??? :painlaugh:. I'm gonna thread it because it'll be a whole long text wall.

By the way, I want to doubly emphasize that it's a rather cynical and horrible story that's not sexy or fun. which i suppose is subjective, but yeah. There is some sexual harrassment at the end. it's inspired by real world horrors I don't actually know almost anything about. and uh it's got lots of death.

So the idea is that it's about this famous, highly esteemed artist, a tiny people activist-artist who is highly self-important and pretentious, Rubeqa C.Q. Roquentin (her stage name), but she goes by RCQR. She's the sort of artist praised in magazines and journals written by and for self-important, pretentious, inner-circle art-snobs using language so abstract and complicated that you aren't sure what it means, if anything. (This is not a kind story.) Today, RCQR is putting on an exhibit, which we see through the eyes of our protagonist, Chloe, who is not much of an art person, and is only going because her snobbier friends insisted on it.

The exhibit is about the exploitation of tinies in an unnamed country, XXX, in which millions of tinies are enslaved, forced to work in gemstone mines under inhumane and dangerous conditions. Tinies there die all the time by the thousands thanks to both the dangerous mines and their vicious enslavers, who don't see them as human. It's a whole big (tiny) human rights violation, fully sanctioned by the XXX government, highly illegal under international law, and is widely known about and condemned throughout the world. It's a well-known humanitarian concern, it comes up at the UN, but of course nothing is actually being done about it. Thus, activists like RCQR. (This is based on real life things that I don't pretend to know anything about.)

Most of the story is about Chloe viewing the performance-art-focused gallery, and being horrified and disgusted by the manner in which RCQR has chosen to highlight the plight of the tinies in XXX - by actually killing them, live, by the masses, in front of the gallery-goers. The entrance hall is painted with blood and viscera. Every static display features the corpses of tinies, and every live, performance display features living ones being killed in some gore-heavy, horrific manner. Think goldfish-in-a-blender type performance art: some of it is audience-directed, inviting people to push a button that crushes tinies under a massive gemstone, made of the same kind that is mined from XXX. some of it is autonomous, like a Pit and the Pendulum situation with numerous tinies strapped to a rack below a slowly descnding, swinging blade, which will splatter blood all over the glass encasement. some of it is just blood and guts smeared all over a canvas or a complicated, multi-medium contemporary art sculpture covered in stupid, banal phrases like "EQUAL RIGHTS FOR UNEQUAL HEIGHTS" or "HOW MANY MORE DEAD, AMERICA?", which her fans regard as deeply unique and insightful. A dunk tank into a churning transparent cauldron of digestive acid into which tinies are dropped into by the hundreds, as the digestion is viewed in real time. A video playing on an old CRT of footage of tinies being killed by their owners in XXX, interspersed with RCQR saying bizarre, half-finished sentences not obviously related to the footage at all. All the pieces have names like "Revolution of the Politque L'Tinie №2". Maybe you can even buy skeleton jewelry or freshly-baked bone cookies in the gift shop, along with little cards with the pictures and bios of the tinies within them.

Etc. etc. etc. It's an absolute horror show of bloody death (and worse, contemporary art!) everywhere Chloe looks, which horrifies and nauseates her, while the other gallery-goer snobs (I'm sorry, I promise I do actually like a lot of contemporary art) gaze upon the gore thoughtfully, in silent awe, as if they were looking at old paintings by masters in any other art exhibit. They are totally nonreactive to the dead, and they treat the screams of the tinies actively being killed as though they were the soundtrack to an art film. As they watch tinies being murdered, they murmur about how genius RCQR is and chat about the heady, abstract qualities of the exhibit as lives upon lives are removed from the world.

Now, RCQR is getting all these tinies from XXX itself. She runs a charity organization whose mission is to rescue tinies from XXX, and she runs numerous homes for tiny migrants across the country for her rescued tinies. The foundation pulls in hundreds of millions of dollars per year, funded entirely by rich art snobs from across the world. The tinies featured in her exhibits are, in fact, tinies diverted from these homes and instead funneled into her bloody performance arts and galleries.

How does she justify all this? Well, the mortality rate for tiny miners in XXX is 20%, whereas the mortality rate of tinies she rescues is just 2%. I.e. she diverts 2% of her rescues to these galleries. This gruesome calculus is how she justifies the cruelty. Nobody else is rescuing these tinies, and she is, in fact, treating them better than XXX. She is saving 98% of the tinies from cruel lives of enslavement, and saving 1 out of every 10 that would otherwise certainly be killed. so, objectively speaking, according to her anyway, the foundation is indeed improving their lives. (How she is able to provide the many many thousands of rescues with a good standard of living in her homes is dubious, but not shown.)

Furthermore, she claims that every tiny in her exhibits is drugged with a special substance that completely knocks out their consciousness, meaning they do not experience the horror, although they retain their reactions to it. They appear to scream real blood-curdling cries of fear and anguish, and they seem to be in untold pain, but in actuality, they are completely unconscious and don't feel anything, as though under anaesthesia. (The story is purposefully vague as to whether or not this is true, and the reader should suspect that it is not. For example, they could scream intelligible words of XXXish, which the gallery-goers do not realize are words).

Unbeknownst to her(?), and I'm not really sure how this would be worked in, her foundation is actually worsening the human trafficking of tinies to XXX!!! Her foundation is literally purchasing tinies out of enslavement with its enormous hundreds-of-millions dollar budget, and traffickers in XXX have of course realized this. They have begun increasing the breeding and trafficking of tinies into XXX specifically for the purpose of selling them to RCQR's foundation to make a profit. The foundation is directly responsible for raising demand of trafficked tinies, increasing their total suffering in XXX. Consider a tiny, force-bred by traffickers, sold to RCQR, who is then killed by her...

So, Chloe has gone and seen the many "pieces" of the exhibit, is horrified, nauseated, disgusted, and so on. But rather than feeling angry at RCQR and the art snobs who enable her, she feels instead that RCQR must be a brilliant artist that she just doesn't understand. Although she feels angry about the killing of tinies for art, she mostly just feels that it is some weird art thing that's just beyond her. Surely the authorities wouldn't allow RCQR to do this if it was really bad. (I think there just shouldn't be any tinies in America in this story, and their personhood within America is not widely agreed upon.) But she is viscerally upset and horrified nonetheless. One tiny stared directly at her as he was pulverized, which haunted her.

So after that rather dreadful and upsetting gallery visit, Chloe, seriously disturbed, goes to meet her friends for an early dinner at a cafe. Some of these friends are the ones who suggested she go in the first place.

Chloe is treated to her favorite drink and sandwich from this cafe, which calms her down tremendously, as she starts to share the story of the exhibit with her friends. Reactions are mixed. The ones who suggested she go in the first place try to convince the others that it was a masterful exhibit that laid bare the horrors of XXX and the plight of the tinies there. Sure, it's cruel, but what better way to drum up support for the tinies of XXX than to truly put the horrors right in the publics' face? Nothing else has worked. Despite all the humanitarian efforts over the years, the slavery in XXX continues. RCQR's cruel tactics only reflect the utter selfishness of humanity, who must be directly shown unjustice right in front of their faces for them to do anything about it. We can't all go to XXX and observe the cruelty, but if anyone did, they would immediately demand the world step in to stop it all. The other friends disagree, saying it is cruel and unjust, and RCQR's actions are in no way justifiable. Maybe RCQR should be jailed. One says he would have screamed right in RCQR's face, were he at the gallery that day. An RCQR supporter says she'll for sure write to their senator about all this and demand action. (She won't.) Chloe doesn't know who to side with, but she is gladdened that they all, at least, agree that what is happening in XXX must stop, one way or another.

The conversation moves on to other mundane subjects, like one friend's marriage troubles, another's new job, an upcoming concert, how good the food at this cafe is, etc etc etc., and Chloe almost forgets about the whole thing as she chats with her beloved friends, when one friend, Patrick, speaks to her directly, ignoring the ongoing conversation. Patrick is a ridiculously dressed guy who is just as pretentious and snobby and self-important as any of the gallery-goers that day. He is always talking about how he's an important writer that the world will know and respect one day (but he has never actually finished writing anything). Patrick tells her that he, too, is absolutely enraged and furious about what RCQR is doing, that RCQR herself is commiting a human rights violation very much on par with what XXX is doing, if not in scope then in quality, and that he is resolved to do something about it. He plans to write an exposé story about her, detailing all her crimes, in order to make the public aware and enraged. He's read a ton about her. According to online sources, she is actually INCREASING human trafficking in XXX due to her foundation's money! etc. And he wants to interview Chloe about her experience at the gallery for his story. He's certain that his story will change peoples' minds. If only he could write a good one, RCQR would be no more. He will write the story under his stage name, Patrick Arthur O'Kane. His acronym would be PAOK. (This is also my stage name.) He's selfishly excited to be known by his initials, just like RCQR is - he wants to be just as big as her, by taking her down.

Chloe agrees excitedly and he promises to call her later. They rejoin the table conversation and Chloe again lets XXX slip from her mind. She is happy that there are people resolved to do something about it.

Later that night, Chloe is relaxing, scrolling her phone in bed. PAOK texts her, making lots of spelling mistakes and is clearly drunk as fuck. He starts by talking in very vague and hand-wavy terms about tiny rights and XXX and RCQR, and how he's going to show the whole world her crimes and the injustice of the whole thing, but he quickly devolves into a very drunk slurry incoherent mess. Chloe is increasingly confused. PAOK then sexually harrasses her, and asks for a picture of her tits. He says that she's super hot, and that she has a chance to fuck him before he gets famous. He then sends her multiple pictures of his dick.

Disgusted, Chloe screenshots his texts, sends them to the group chat, and blocks him.

She searches for XXX activism content on Instagram. She sees a video of thousands of people protesting the treatment of tinies in XXX. It's got a few million views, and thousands of supportive comments. She feels extremely heartened that so many people care. Surely someone will do something. Surely justice will be had. Surely the world will come together and do something, with so many people protesting like this. She doesn't notice that the video is from 10 years ago.

She feels content and sure. She scrolls cat videos before going to sleep. By morning, the tinies of XXX never cross her mind again.

that was about a million times longer than I thought it was going to be. But there you have it! Yaaaaaaaayyyyyy