@BryTheGuy I disagree only because the first 3 episodes and the finale were good filling, plus animation has more leeway to work in shrinking but yeah, Rae kinda is doing that same move a lot. Actually, do we have a collection of all Rae shrinking scenes?

@tinytina I apologize for the late reply work and life gets the best of me. But hey welcome

@SmolChlo said in Thought experiment: I wouldn’t mind being squeezed as his stress ball Gyaaaaa if that isn’t a universal experience for us I don’t know what is

@littlest-lily thanks Lily️, looking forward to embracing it

@foreverlurk sometimes I wish I could tell them but then again they get so flustered that I’m afraid if I whisper these mischievous sweet nothings they’ll go boomMmMm Now you know there’s nothing to be intimidated by bc some of us simply want to be intimidated by you ~ 🤭

@tiny-ivy Awesome! I don’t think that you thought this, but just for the record, I hope that my mentioning that violence isn’t my cup of tea didn’t come off as me requesting happier content for you. Absolutely write whatever you want to write! I tend to mention my tastes only as a compliment - that I enjoyed it despite perhaps not being the target demographic. Having said that, if you’re truly wanting to give them an happier AU that would certainly be welcome!!

Tiny female detective and her partner who is a regular sized person, she deciphers all the clues and sees the details a normal sized being can’t, the partner just drives her to the scenes and arrests the criminals.

@BryTheGuy love alice and wonderland themed G/t

@starslayer One week later Jeanette sat in the far corner of the Little Owl’s Cafe, her laptop resting on her thighs. On the table before her sat a cup of the strongest latte she could drink without her head exploding. She’d been trying to find information on the boy, but with no leads and no witnesses of the incident save herself, she wasn’t having a lot of luck. She was very successful with another budding interest of hers, however. Ever since she’d looked up at the boy from her diminutive size, her mind had been filled with thoughts of being three inches tall again. It was weird, she knew, and embarrassing to think about, but just remembering the strange, tingling sensation that spread over her body, the airy, light-headed feeling that came with being so small… it was fascinating. On the internet, she’d found very little actually helpful content. She never would have guessed there was an entire community focused on eroticizing the fictional resizing of men and women, but she supposed one could find just about anything on the web. Did that mean she disliked what she saw? Not exactly. Once her friend Kaylee had come over, and she found a stack of rather… explicit books regarding shrunken individuals hiding under Jeanette’s bed. Jeanette had blushed, and thrown them away jokingly. Kaylee had, thankfully, said little about it, only remarking that she’d never have guessed Jeanette was into that “weird kinda stuff,” as she called it. (She didn’t know Jeanette had fished them from the trash can the moment Kaylee had left.) Jeanette honestly didn’t know why she was so attached to the idea of being small. All she knew for sure was that she needed to find the boy, and fast. Her mind turned to the missing necklace, and her heart suddenly felt heavy in her chest. She thought of her mother in her last moments, thin and frail and yet so beautiful as she lay dying on that accursed hospital bed… She took a swig of her coffee to clear her head, smacking her lips as the hot brown liquid traveled down her throat. “Don’t burn yourself,” a voice said. She looked up, automatically minimizing (god, what that word did to her mind nowadays was excruciating) her browser. Hank, one of the waiters at the cafe stood before her, a mischievous grin on his face. That was typical of him; the nineteen year old baristo was well known around the shop for his playful sense of humor. His curly brown hair poked out from under his hat, and his dark eyes sparkled. A lot of the girls harbored quite a crush on him, and Jeanette had asked herself if she was one of them before. Sure, Hank was a little young for her 22 years, but he was cute, funny, and likable. Unbidden, an image popped into her mind, of her being cuddled by a gigantic Hank. She curled around one of his slim fingers, and Hank lightly poked her in the waist, tickling her. Her face suddenly felt hot, and she covered her mouth. She found she couldn’t meet Hank’s eyes. Hank didn’t seem to notice, or he was gracious enough to not call attention to it. “We don’t really have the money to afford being sued 'cuz you were dumb enough to burn half your mouth off. So please remember that we are absolved of all responsibility for any injuries you might sustain. I’m just telling you this to be nice.” Jeanette cleared her throat, and forced the image from her mind. “S-Shouldn’t I sign a liability waiver or something?” she said, trying to play along. Hank grinned. “If we did that, nobody would come, Jeanette.” He gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Would you come to a cafe if they made you sign something every time you ordered a hyper-summer mint latte?” She laughed. “I guess not.” “Exactly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a lovely couple over there who’s in need of their beverages.” He nodded, and walked off with a smile. Jeanette smiled back, then quickly maximized the browser again. She had about five tabs open, two of which were Deviantart (she promised herself it was work related), one of which was a news report concerning the seven or so missing people in the area, and two of which were online forums regarding… certain things Jeanette didn’t like to admit, even in her own mind. She clicked onto the report, and recognized some of the pictures as none other than the men who’d attacked her a week ago. The others she didn’t know, but it couldn’t have been a coincidence that they’d all last been seen in the same area. Her mystery boy had to be behind it. Moved by a sudden impulse, she glanced up, and her eyes widened. Standing in line at the counter was none other than Cornelius, dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. A multitude of emotions passed through her mind: rage, that the person she’d been searching for so long happened to just walk into the cafe while she was there, relief, for it meant she could finally get some answers, and an emotion she couldn’t give a name to, one that made her heart tighten in her chest and sent her mind into a flurry of thoughts and ideas. She almost stood up and walked over to him, but she didn’t want to cause a scene. She watched as he ordered coffee and a muffin, then made to leave. Damn it, he ordered to-go. Then Cornelius turned, just for a moment. Anyone else would have dismissed it as irrelevant, but Jeanette watched as his blue eyes met hers. He noticed her, and there was the faintest hint of a smile in his expression. Then he turned, and left. Hurriedly, Jeanette leaped to her feet, packed up her things, paid the bill, and rushed out the cafe, looking around frantically. Then she saw him, a few blocks away, standing by a bus stop. She broke into a sprint, not even caring how she looked to the people around her. Cornelius glanced behind him, and he suddenly began walking again. Jeanette cursed, and she put on an extra burst of speed. She was thankful she’d taken track for her last few years of high school, otherwise she never would have been able to make it. Cornelius turned into an alleyway. A part of Jeanette’s mind wondered what on earth he was turning into an alleyway for, but the rest of her simply forced her to keep going. Finally, she made it. In a final burst of adrenaline, she grabbed him by the collar and forced him to the wall, drawing a surprised gasp from his lips. “Alright, listen,” she said, panting, “I have questions, and you’re going to answer them. Understand?” Cornelius looked up at her, eyes wide. He nodded shyly, and Jeanette relinquished her grip, resting her hands on her knees as she gasped for breath. “S-Sorry about that,” she said after a moment. “I’ve been looking for you for… well… n-never mind.” Cornelius rubbed the back of his neck. He wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Um… you know I’m not supposed to talk to you right? Well, that’s a ridiculous question. Of course you don’t.” “Why can’t you talk to me?” she asked, an eyebrow raised. “Some kind of religious thing?” “In a manner of speaking,” Cornelius said nervously. “But I suppose you’re not going to stop asking questions?” Jeanette grinned. “You know me so well.” He sighed. “Well, that’s that.” He offered her his hand. Jeanette raised an eyebrow. “You’re not gonna shrink me and sell me to a local school are you?” Cornelius laughed. “Of course not, Miss Jeanette. I figure you’ve been persistent enough to have looked for me. The most decent thing I could do is answer your questions. Oh, and before I forget…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. Jeanette’s heart gave a great leap when she realized it was her own. She took it slowly, fastening it around her neck, a sense of peace spreading throughout her as the cold chain settled on her skin. Cornelius offered her his hand. “Do you trust me?” Jeanette was silent for a moment, then she slowly took his hand. It was cold and soft within her own, and she felt the young man slightly flinch at her touch. He cleared his throat. “Miss Jeanette. You must promise to me that you will speak to no one about what I’m going to tell you.” “I… I promise.” And suddenly, they were gone.

@Olo I think they like boobs too much to not have the giant feature them. Which. Is understandable. Honestly I’m just grateful that this super great artist, at least, is sw focused for once.

@BryTheGuy Excellent rebuttal.

@BryTheGuy I knew there was a pertinent image posted here before.

@Olo said: As for handling F/m content, you’ll grow into it. Haha [image: Screenshot_20230825-172019.png] @i-am-insane said: The other way is… well, don’t have the interaction at all. The guy is a little statue, or something: can’t move, can’t talk, but he can perceive the world around him, to some extent. I’ve thought of this is a scenario too, and it tends to centre around themes of loneliness, feelings of inadequacy and trying to rebuild (physically, emotionally, etc.) after a major event. Giving him some sort of consciousness still makes me feel some obligation to expand on his perspective, especially if it also adds depth to their eventual relationship (call me a romantic). But I agree - it is a slightly better alternative to engaging with a tiny man character. I’m not inherently against F/m and SM content. For me, it just comes with a lot of baggage. But if it makes sense to include or adds to the story (even better), then I can put a lot of that baggage aside. I think with this trope, I can then do away with it entirely once the first part ends

@TakoAlice8 certainly … Tossing back the last remnant of her impossibly polychromatic cocktail, Frederica resumed her commentary. “And we’re back! That was Nikki, our former Hunter, turned Commentator; here at the exclusive Artemis Hunt!” she grinned as she handed the empty glass to a scantily dressed, attendant who stood barely as high as her breasts. “Let’s get back to Bran” she continued, “It’s just about time for him to resume his pursuit of Rose. He’s the only Hunter on her trail and she’s showing no sign of accepting a Sponsorship. Bran’s third tag on Rose, has reduced her to just two feet, nine inches. As you can see on our Tracker feeds, Rose has very wisely chosen to abandon the last of her clothing. Our thirty-three-inch nudie cutie has realized that she can much faster in the buff!” “It seems that Rose has learned how important it is to stay undercover as she moves” Frederica smiled, selecting another cocktail from her petite server’s tray, “But she obviously doesn’t know the lay of the land as well as Bran! The principal feed has just switched from the Tracker that has been trailing our diminutive, red-haired stunner back to Bran’s helmet cam. More often than not, this indicates the situation is developing to the Hunter’s advantage.” Almost as if on cue, Rose appeared on the Hunter’s feed. Zooming in on Rose; Bran’s camera tracked the progress of the desperate, disheveled minikin as she clambered through the tangled branches of a dense rhododendron thicket. “Here she comes now" Frederica gloated, sipping her drink, “He’s circled around ahead of her. Bran anticipated her route perfectly and has established his ambush most expertly.” Between the Tracker cam and Bran’s head camera, the Sponsors were treated to the equivalent of a front row seat as Bran’s small, nude quarry picked her way through the foliage until she was close enough for a clear shot. “She doesn’t see him! He’s going to make his fourth tag!” Frederica cheered, “He’s got her!” The condenser’s charge caught Rose completely off guard. Visibly staggered; the diminutive coquette momentarily froze as her body began to dwindle once more. “There it is! We have a curious situation developing in our flower garden. This lovely flower began her day as a beautiful, big grandiflora but it seems that by this evening, she’ll be just a miniature rose! Or perhaps, a little bud? This tag will reduce our delightful, little Rose from thirty-three down to twenty-six inches. Can you imagine how sweet she’ll be when she’s just two-foot-two? “ The monitors in the Chateau switched back to the Tracker cam as Bran settled to the ground and the steadily shrinking Rose resumed her frenzied efforts to find a safe refuge. Her size didn’t change quickly enough to be perceptible to the Sponsors but it was clear that she was now a tiny midget, little more than two feet high, scrambling naked over the leaf litter and ducking under branches in her frantic attempts to elude Bran. “That’s the fourth tag on Rose. Just one more and she can be collected as a Prize by any Hunter who nets her. Her trail is becoming harder to follow now that she is so very, very tiny!"

@Olo Now since I think about it, I agree with what you said, that your not waiting for size to be mainstream. I guess it would be a bad thing since you also said it would be exploited by capitalism. I thought this may be an interesting topic to dwelve in because I feel as if the size community has become so much over the past years. I also wanted to try and predict where this community is headed. You are right about how there is no single size community.

@TakoAlice8 You are so so kind, thank you for those lovely words I’m also not sure if this helps… But another thing that I’m realizing has helped me is that I have a friend who is on the SM side - he thinks SW are cute but would much rather be tiny himself. And he is JUST as bothered by judgy GTS fans as we are and also thinks there should be more variety in content. It helps me to hear that kind of thing from him and know that the toxicity comes from a very loud minority.

@MegaBear I’m a tiny lady, the ideal pet for a giant