for users who identify as tiny women
Hi! I’m a tiny woman and I enjoy vore scenarios. I was just curious to get a giant’s perspective on meal time. Do giant’s prefer to eat tinies by themselves or with food/drinks? If you prefer to eat your tinies with food/drink which foods/drinks? The more I think about it the more I’m unsure what giants prefer because food sounds nice but maybe a tiny in a dish wouldn’t be the texture you want. Any insight is helpful. I just want to know how to plate myself in the future.
As a tiny woman, I do sometimes imagine giant men larger than buildings but most of the time I enjoy the idea of me shrinking down with (normal sized) giant men. I prefer shrinking because I feel like there are more ways I could interact with the giants. I would love to live in a doll house, have private size intimacy, and possibly vore involving food. Nothing better than laying on some delicious warm food waiting for a cute hungry giant to come along. 
I hope everyone attending has a blast, I’m from the UK and can’t participate, but I always review the pictures and every year It looks like a fun time!
In the future, I hope to save up so I can attend so here’s hoping next year I’ll be able to make it!
Author’s note: Hello everyone, I wanted to try my hand at writing a story. I want to get better at world building and writing dialogue so feel free to criticize me for that. I am terrible at writing explanations and I made one explanation too long so I apologize for that. I apologize if the writing isn’t very good I am pretty terrible at it so I am trying to improve.
I also because there are a lot of men in the size community who write all men shrink stories. I am writing an all women shrink story because gender equality. Also a bit out of spite because hearing about those stories makes me jealous to be honest. To all those men who write those kind of stories but feel excluded, I’m sorry gender equality. I also tried to include trans women, I am sorry if the trans representation is not very accurate. It is based on this study https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/34030966/
It was a lot of work writing this story. Took a lot of energy. If you enjoyed this story very much feel free to continue it because I probably won’t. I probably won’t write a story again. I wanted to get better at writing so I can make good stories if I ever make an animation or if I ever somehow have enough skills to solo dev a video game
Please enjoy 
DISCLAIMER: ALL PEOPLE, EVENTS, PLACES AND OVERALL JUST EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY ARE COMPLETELY FICTITIOUS.
My name is Dr. Sarah Lee Ann. I work at the mighty Hyacynth Research Institution of Biology, where we teach and study various forms of biology. It is a relatively large organization that is funded handsomely. I work in the micro organisms department.
I was in the lab adorned with my white lab coat, neatly pressed white color shirt, black jeans, brilliant red lipstick, those small black boots that have zippers instead of laces and my blonde hair in a bun. Sitting down, peering into a microscope at a petri dish. I just got back from a delightful lunch break where I had eaten a delicious sandwich from my favorite deli place, they chop the pickles nicely and roast the meat nice and tender. I was in a very good mood as you would expect, so my research would churn out rich results. The petri dish I was examining had fascinated me. I had grew a strain of bacteria overnight in the dish. I had grew this strain several times from past experiences and so I very familiar with the look of the petri dish when it grows. But when I grew it this time, the dish had an very unusual colors. I was a bit upset at first because this usually means outside influences had gotten inside the dish and messed up the strain I grew. But I was also intrigued because these were very abnormal colors for this bacteria strain to churn out. What was the mysterious influence that had snucken it’s way into my petri dish? This had to be a new discovery? And so I am now here after my lunch break to find that out.
I examined my specimen and noticed that the bacteria morphed shape. Even more strange, it is completely incapable of doing that. I stood up and got out my other tools. Using them, I took the dish and removed a chunk of it and put it in another dish and labeled it the bacteria strain, then 02. I went over to a measuring container and mixed a variety of substances in it. After that with my handy dandy eye dropper I took the mixture inside of it and put it on the chunk I removed from the other petri dish. It didn’t seem to react to the mixture. I made a new entry on my notepad by my microscope and jotted my findings. I closed the dish, then took out another petri dish, put a small chunk of the strain in it, labeled it, and took it over to a machine. This machine turns the specimen over in copious loops to excite the molecules. Before I put it in, I put on all the right PPE to operate with the potentially dangerous machine, safety first. I secured the specimen inside the machine and turn it on. I planed to leave it in for a few hours, in the mean time I take off all my PPE, take my note pad and exit the lab.
I go to my office to do some book studying. Got to keep my knowledge up to date. I got on my computer and pulled out a couple of books. I really wanted to make a graph for that unknown anomaly that got in that petri dish on my computer. And so I made three, each for different levels of chemicals it has when left out. I plan to do that study next. But I had other things to focus on than that mysterious anomaly. And so came my usual study sesh. Looking at graphs, calculating equations, and reading books to keep my knowledge sharp. All while staying hydrated with my cute pink water bottle covered in stickers.
Just then, while I was writing equations on a whiteboard, I had noticed something strange. The room felt off. I looked around, surely my mind was playing tricks on me or I was crazy. But everything felt different. It seemed as if everything got… bigger. Oh snap out of it, I thought. I was crazy for ever thinking such a thing, surely it must have been an optical illusion. Then my brain reminded me of the specimen I was studying earlier, hours must have past, it must be ready. I walk out the door into the hallway headed for the lab. I stopped, it wasn’t just my office, the hallway, it’s bigger too! I kept walking only to shortly stop again. It’s slowly getting bigger. I looked around and down out my hands. Am I…shrinking? No… that’s impossible, no it’s actually physically impossible! There no way atoms can get smaller, if they could they could start a black hole. Oh no, I hope I don’t start a black hole, well at this point one would have already started, according to my quick mind calculation, what, I study biology not physics, ok, my stomach actually did the calculations. I kept getting smaller and didn’t seem to stop. I became the height of a child, then smaller than that. I was astonished when I became that small, I felt as if I achieved an impossible human feat. But I kept shrinking. I must have been dreaming! I pinched my myself, no I wasn’t! Wait, I have one more method to try, if I go to the bathroom then I will wake up and know it was all a dream. But I declined from using that method because the outcome always leads to soiled bedsheets, and there is no bathroom nearby. I was now inhumanly small, I presumed 10 inches and still getting smaller. I suddenly feel lightheaded, oh goddamn it, first the shrinking now the lightheadedness. The very next thing that happened, I fainted and passed out.
“Hey, get up sleepyhead.”
“Huh?!” I jolted my head up, greeted by a very loud but familiar voice. I was also greeted by a very appalling site too when my eyes shot open. I scooted back in both shock and fear and cranned my neck up, I had to cran my neck up a LOT to look at the site before me. An uneasy feeling stirred in my chest. The scene before my eyes was the single most RUDE awakening I had ever had!
My annoying big brother, JAMES, had become a very enormous GIANT. James just like me was also a scientist. He likes biology too but his main specialty is chemistry, and so he is a chemist at the Chrysanthemum Institute. Just like me he has blonde hair but slightly darker and short. He has relatively light but darker skin than me, and we both share the same blue eyes. He is about three years older than me. I was especially annoyed seeing him tower over me because that six foot two brat towers over me in height normally. At least my towered over his hair and we were the same height lying down. Now his EVERYTHING towers over mine.
“James, wha- how did-, did YOU do THIS?! CHANGE ME BACK!!”
“I can’t sis, there is no known reversal. And why would I shrink you? That is beyond my capability nor any human’s capability.”
I then scanned my surroundings and noticed he had trapped in some very large(to me at least) glass container with various other objects and two other women. Outside of the glass container seemed to be a makeshift lab in his shed.
“What is going on!? WHY I AM I SO SMALL!!??” I exclaimed, demanding an answer.
He took a deep breath then looked to his side and had retrieved a newspaper.
“Alright then, I’ll explain everything.
I had a colleague who grew a strain of bacteria a few months back. When she grew it she reported a lot of the bacteria changing into an unusual color and morphing into a different shape. It didn’t phase me at first until she fell seriously ill. She collapsed one day couldn’t get up and vomited multiple times. She had to be rushed to the hospital.
The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with her. So I took matters into my own hands asked them for her blood sample to give to my friend Berry at Hyacinth so he can examine it. The doctors fortunetly had consented to letting me and Berry have her blood sample. When we received it, Berry and I ran multiple tests and we had discovered there was a mysterious anomaly that had shrunk her blood cells. It must have been the answer because if her blood cells shrunk, all that oxygen must be failing to get around her body. When we looked into what shrunk the blood cells we had discovered a virus, or so we thought.
It turns out this ‘virus’ is actually it’s own type of pathogen and different from a virus. Berry had named this new type of pathogen a kawarus from the Japanese word kawaru meaning to change. Berry’s not the best at scientific names and randomly decided to base it off a Japanese he took during college. This pathogen is different from a virus because because it is composed of a completely new and different nucleic acid, far different from RNA and DNA. Viruses are genetic code in a capsule, but this pathogen has four nucleuses that each consist of various elements not found on the periodic table and it has a separate part were it’s job is to take parts of a cell and turn it into a mysterious set of molecules, all in a capsule that also resembles a series of chambers.
It turns out this kawarus can produce ‘atoms’, we looked into them, the look completely different from atoms, they produce them and shrink the atoms of a cell. Somehow our calculations were all wrong.
This kawarus is the very first of it’s kind and we had dubbed it tThis very unprecedented discovery had completely subverted decades, centuries of scientific research and all we thought possible! It had somehow proved theories and calculations wrong! Hours of writing equations on boards and multiple tests all completely and utterly subverted! What we thought was right and wrong, utterly subverted too!
That is why I was completely mortified when I had heard you were growing the same strand of bacteria from Berry and that Berry overheard you telling people the petri dish had changed into some weird colors in the mourning.
Berry immediately called me, I brought a bottle non lethal mixture to have you pass out and Berry brought a lock picking kit. While you were in the lab, we broke into your office and the mixture in your water bottle to have you pass out so we can gather everyone at Chrysanthemum and Hyacinth so we can keep you under watch and find a cure for this kawarus.
When you stepped out of your office, we didn’t expect your entire body to get smaller. After you passed out we grabbed you. As we were exiting the building we heard some of the people in the building had shrunk.
I later received the nationwide announcement as of March 16th 2025 at 3:18 pm every woman in the entire world had shrunk. Technically every person who’s gender is a woman not people who are assigned female at birth. A few neuroscientists had decided to do a CT scan of of the people that had shrunk and noticed they all had the similar brain shapes and neuropatterns regardless of sex. All of the shrunken people who were scanned said they identified as a woman and went with she/her or she/they pronouns.
All shrunken people now have the legal status of a terminally ill person in most countries.
One weird and interesting thing I heard was that was reported is that some cis women were in labor had their fetuses shrunk inside of them and an hour after the umbilical chord was cut the baby grew to to that of a normal baby size. On the opposite side, pregnant trans men and nonbinary people reported some of their fetuses shrunk in the 3rd term.”
After Jame’s stupidly long explanation that did not need the gross ass baby stuff and that answered most all of my questions he faces the news paper he’s holding towards me. The news paper explained what he just said and further backing up that James was not lying, this event was actually happening.
“The baby stuff was TMI James. Bit goddamn it!! After we get a fucking pandemic we are hit with this shit!! Can’t all these unprecedented times just stop!! I just want one goddamn precedented time!!!” I exclaimed.
“Hey the good thing is that transphobia has gotten a lot better. Since now people are able to more properly differenciate sex and gender.” James said trying to cheer me up.
“Well I am not trans so it doesn’t affect me, why should I care?” I stated.
“You may not be but one of girls in here are. She must be glad transphobia gotten better.” James said as he pointed to a woman with long wavy black hair.
“Hello.” said the wavy haired woman as she waved to me.
“Met your cell mates, Janice and Daisy.” James introduced. He pointed to the black wavy haired woman as Janice, and woman with the short and straight black haired wolf cut with purple tips as daisy. Janice was slightly taller than me, had dark skin like smooth milk chocolate, a similar red lipstick to mine and long hair with a pink cloth flower shaped hair pin. She wore an orange top, jeans, and a pair of black flats. Daisy on the other hand had a light complexion with brilliant brown eyes like Janice. She wore a black chocker, white long sleeve shirt, a long black skirt, and some black combat boots. Daisy was sitting down and also waved to me like Janice. Daisy was currently braiding a three strings she tied together from a relatively large peace twain that would be tiny to James.
“Cellmates!? What is this a prison!?” I asked. It didn’t look like a prison but it certainly felt like one.
“Well maybe that’s what you get for being such an annoying sister. I’m kidding, your here because I need to keep a close eye on you, also you will be part of my research. The other two agreed to be part of it.”
“Well I did NOT agree to be part of your dumb experiments.”
“You don’t need to agree, you’re my sister.”
I ran up to the glass wall and banged my fists on the glass.
“I swear to fuck James, when I turn back to normal I will hold all your action figures hostage!!!”
“That’s gonna be a while sis. My action figures can hold you hostage for now. By the way you are 1.95 centimeters short stuff.
Hey, I really am your BIG brother now.”
I grit my teeth, I sometimes wish I could punch that 100th term abortion in his stupid face without becoming a felon.
I banged on the glass again. Even if I was going to be tiny forever I still wanted to be a strong independent woman. I worked my ass off for my career as a scientist. I put a lot of tears, sweat, and blood into my occupation. I wasn’t going to let being tiny stop what I love doing most, learning about the world. That kawarus won’t stop me.
I opened my fists and slapped the glass.
“Let me out! I am a human being just like you! Don’t I deserve freedom and autonomy just like you?!”
James gave me a cold hard stare. He seemed to severly doubt giving me what I wish. I didn’t care about his doubts, I wanted my freedom. I snarled back at his facial expression.
“Hey, Sarah.” Janice seemed to say.
“What? And how did you know my name.” I responded.
“Oh James told me.” She said, “I agreed to his experiment because he said that he would take care of me. Before I was shrunk, things were pretty rough. I had to work a minimum wage nine to five and pay my college tuition. I also got groped a few times. So it’s a big refresher to have someone take care of you.”
“Seriously, don’t you want your place away from annoying people especially that dickhead?” I said as a pointed at James, “don’t you want your very own money so you can buy your very own things without people being able to financially control you? Don’t you want a place where you are in charge and make the rules? Because I sure do. I don’t want people to think I am someone’s house object.”
“Well being independent was nice but it was very stressful.” Janice responded.
“But it’s worth the stress.” I said.
Janice looked down and sighed. James then spoke,
“I am sorry Sarah, ever since all women shrunk prostitution and sex trafficing has gotten a whole lot worse. This is for your own good.” he said in a serious tone.
“Sarah, I am sorry.” Janice said.
“I’m sorry.” I also heard Daisy say.
I looked around and frowned. No matter what people say I am still going to be independent. And I will escape from this glass prison my dumb brother put me in. I just have to think of a plan.
(Also I wanted to make a picture for this story my treat )
@tiny-ivy Where did you post the fairy story, would love to read it 
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(Edit: found where the story is posted 
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I am bi, and so I swing towards guys and gals. But I have always had this hunger of feeling tiny. I love the fantasy of being shrunk by a man who then starts to tower over me. But there are times where I want to be tiny but feel gay.
I am not super into giantesses because I have a very complicated relationship with them partially due to them being oversexualized.
So I have recently been having fantasies where I shrink and I am with a girl who shrinks with me and we both become equally tiny. I had created an imaginary place sort of like a lesbian bar that is just for women to shrink to and be with each other. I had recently drew a picture of me being tiny and playing with a pixie’s hair who is also tiny with me. I am not sure I want to share the picture because it feels personal.
I feel as if this fantasy brings peace me because I feel as if me and the girl I am with being shrunken together has brought us far away from homophobia and lesbian fetishization. I found out I don’t always want to be shrunk just to be with someone way bigger than me.
I wanted to share this to see if there are other gay woman who feel the same or just people’s thoughts on this.
