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@TakoAlice8 I’ve been doing some thinking about this, because I genuinely didn’t feel like my interest with Shrinking Women (or some of the other related kinks) had any connection to my body. I’d always assumed this was springing up from my overactive imagination. This was always a “creative” outlet for me and I saw my interest in it as sort of the adult version of when kids play cowboys and indians.

Now the unnecessary autobiography.

But I did realize something that might be more like what some folks have talked about. I have always been a big guy. I’m just over 6’ and lift weights, I played a bunch of sports in high school (I was/am built like a lineman not a quarterback). And I have a rather big personality.

I guess you could think of my natural disposition as John Rhys-Davies or Brian Blessed, or if you watch anime “that American guy” who is usually a mechanic. I was in theatre and loved the stage, I sing well and play a couple of instruments.

But from early on I was constantly being told to be quiet or various other versions of “don’t stand out and don’t take up space”. The church I grew up in was full of people who were salt of the earth small town people, and the culture there was positive but sober. They didn’t like noise or noisy people (we sang acapella with no mics etc).

My father (also a big man) constantly cautioned me that my size, my voice, my manner would put people off. He was in sales and had constantly had to temper his own size and personality to be a good salesman. So what did I do? I cranked hard down. After a few years I found that I had formed a habit of constantly dialing down, pulling back, trying to take up less space.

Despite my strength I’m constantly frustrated that I hold things too delicately. I touch everything like I’m going to break it. Can you see where this is going?

Girls like manliness, of course. But I’ve been programmed for decades that girls are fragile and breakable. So…

Oddly enough now that I look at it, I can see the symmetry. If I could shrink a woman, she could enjoy all the intensity she wanted she could be satisfied by the overwhelming experience of masculine energy and I want that for any woman I am intimate with. She can have that even while I’m holding back, holding her like she might shatter. I don’t have to worry about hurting her or scaring her in a bad way, she wants my “bigness”.

Anyway, I don’t think that’s why I have the kink, but it certainly is why the kink and others related to it continue to flourish in my imagination year after year.

Mixed in with trailmix(nice and salty) {imagine you find the group of cheerleaders who bully you, and steal your trail mix. some prank they were gonna pool on you went wrong, so rather than leave them to die in the cold you scoop them up, leaving them and put them in your trail mix back.
On the way home, you enjoy your salty trail mix.
Later that night, you get home and toss the mostly empty trail mix bag in the trash; it is just crumbs and 7 matching cheerleader uniforms.}

Normally, I just imagine them just swallowed whole

Now I will point out that, i do not like vore, and only apprecitate it for the power dynamic.

also on this topic
i found a tiny women cooking artist on pixiv
not my thing but i bookmarked it to share
Pixiv

(always around 3 inches in size)

@manuel7777777777 Wow, the last one was here all along!

Feel free to write a short story

@The-Big-G This seems like a cool idea, though I feel a bit odd trying to be as anonymous as possible while other people are being more open about everything. Anyone who has ever attended via online want to share their experience?

@i-am-insane Given that we’re talking here SW and not transformation proper, there are several classics that never disappoint:

Taking a bath in my soup bowl while I eat my soup spoonful by spoonful from around her slowly leaving her naked and trembling in the bottom (clearly she’ll need some warming up), dusted with powdered sugar laying in the frosting on the top of a flourless chocolate cake (good enough to lick clean and keep on licking), and one of my personal favorites, secretly feeding me salty buttery popcorn from inside the tub in the theater trying not to get caught.

But in truth there is no meal that could not benefit from a SW as at least a garnish, a utensil, or someone to play with your food.

“You Couldn’t Leave My Hairy Body” (P2)

After letting him feel the heat of my massive mouth, I told him exactly how easily I could devour him whole… but I wasn’t done playing yet. I wanted more. I placed the tiny 5cm man right in front of my huge, warm, hairy feet on the bed and ordered him to worship. “Smell them. Lick them. Massage every inch with your pathetic little body.” He tried to run, desperately attempting to escape off the edge of the bed. Cute. I snatched him up instantly, pissed off and even more turned on by his useless escape attempt. I stripped off my gym shorts, still damp and heavy with my musk, and dropped them right on top of him. Now wearing only my tight white briefs, I made him serve my massive hairy feet again, feeling his whole body working under my soles and between my toes.

But then I caught him staring — eyes locked on my rock-hard cock straining and throbbing inside the briefs. “You’re not allowed to look there yet,” I growled… but I could see how obsessed he was. So I gave him permission. “Climb up my thick hairy legs… all the way to my waistband. Then get inside.” I watched him crawl up my powerful thighs, lost in the dense forest of hair, until he reached the edge. With a slow, teasing pull, I finally freed my massive, veiny cock right in front of him. The fat head was already glistening, dripping with thick precum from how fucking hot this was making me. He still has so much more of my giant hairy body to explore…

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