I always come back to a few things in my size kink. The first is that I’ve never been all that much into shrinking - in the few SW stories I’ve written, the man is either trying to help or (in the case of an unposted story) trying to figure out how to use his powers for good, and does so while navigating social expectations of healthy masculinity.
As many of you know, I’m interested in military themes too, because questions of bodily autonomy there interest me a lot. Governments and institutions experimenting on bodies isn’t just a ripe metaphor, it’s a reality. And to me it’s a way more powerful metaphor than just “shrink ray go zap”. Military institutions are also very interesting ways to explore the symbols and ethics of power, danger, and hierarchy. To me, it all goes quite hand-in-hand with size difference.
As I get older, too, the more I realize that my kinks are best enjoyed in narrative form, building toward something, whether that “something” is a well-crafted scene or a friendship or something else, rather than just it being a mindless escape. With IRL kink - whenever I get back into it - I want to explore this a lot more too.
To me, “being big” is about effortless and unwavering confidence - big dick energy, or literally being “the bigger person” - not about power. Because if you have confidence in yourself, no matter where you are and what you’re doing, you have complete power over yourself, which is something that can’t be taken from you by anyone or anything. It is the ultimate “alpha” move. Any dumb idiot can get mad, anyone can hurt and lash out and abuse, especially a stranger or someone smaller. But it takes a metaphorical giant to not lose themselves to a petty situation. A metaphorical giant isn’t bothered by the little people and the little problems around them: they have the power to remain detached, to walk away. I’ve always been more interested in the stories of giants and the people brave enough to accept and love them rather than the stories of shrinkers for that reason.
It’s exciting to me because that’s a real thing, that’s not something that I can only indulge in secret on the weekends, it’s something to bring with me into my actual lived life. It’s something to bring into real sex with real people. It’s a real way to be a dominant and build relationships. The fetishy stuff is great fun, don’t get me wrong, but the particulars of this or that exact way of stomping on a city or doing cockvore come second, they’re the window dressing to the core of the kink for me, which will always be that question of “how does one wield power in this fucked up world?”