What excites/pleases you most about this fetish?
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Since this is about sharing. About being a microphile (I’m mainly into Shrunken women for love interest and sexual pleasure.) and a quasi-macrophile (I’m into lesbian giantess F/f situations mostly and a few gentle F/m situations.) M/m makes me want to vomit, so I’m definitely a herto-sexual male.
Mental: a false sense of control/power, and domination, being her whole world like a sexual god and protector, having her worship and adore me. I’m mainly dominate, but slightly submissive, so letting her be the dom. sometimes is good. Tie me down and explore my body situation. I’m only sadistic when provoked by the same behavior. Masochistic slightly but only within reason. Seeing tiny people killed makes me sad, it is a waste to me, if it turns you on it’s okay, those tinies are imaginary and live and die over and over like playing a video game.Physical: holding her in the palm of my hand, being gentle and powerful at the same time. I love oral sex/soft mouth play. Eating her out in the palm of your hand: Pleasuring her whole tiny body with my mouth and fingers, hearing her moan and praise me. The body job: Having her pleasure my manhood with her whole body, kissing, licking, and stroking me. Insertion: A woman/or girlfriend using another woman as a human dildo/vibrator without suffocating/drowning/killing her. Seeing a woman shrinking is exciting, knowing what you can do to her and with her once she’s small. Her round, bouncy and soft boobs, butt, and wet slit, all for the enjoying at doll-size or pocket size.
Dark side and kinky stuff/other fetishes: hearing a woman scream, and fear me when she has disrespected, treated me meanly. Master/slave Rape fantasy role play only: forcing her to strip or stripping her, making her dance to watch her naughty bits jiggle. Bondage: tying her up or taping her down, then totally having my way with her. spanking and tickling her to exhaustion, but not harm. Dressing her up, schoolgirl, naughty nurse, doctor, French maid, etc. slight foot fetish: kissing, messaging and licking her feet but not obsessed with them, love clean feet and sexy painted toenails, and French manicured fingers and Peddie toes on a woman.
This is also a self-discovery exercise to know myself better. Sharing to see who has a similar view/tastes or a different view is good for interaction. Hope this helps you in some way to know yourself. -
@giant-me Basicly yup give or take a few things
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All of my fetishes come back to one thing, power over others. The terror in their little eyes as they realize just how small they really are. The fact that they live and die solely on my whims and mood. It is intoxecating~! Totally dominating another person, owning them completely and utterly~. Taking everything from someone, their hopes, dreams, future, and leaving nothing but a life of subjugation and missury~.
It is actually the source of much of my self-loathing, and suicidal tendencies. I’m in therapy now and haven’t thought about hurting myself for a while, but it does get to me sometimes.
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@mrgoblinging7 Wow, I have post-traumatic stress disorder from war experiences, which are milder than it used to be, and I have bipolar depression, so I deal with suicidal thoughts and occasional nightmares, seen 5 psychiatrists and 2 psychologists over the years. I would rather hurt myself than other people though, but everyone deals with their own mental health in a different way. I hope your therapy is going well, Thanks for sharing.
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@the-big-g Yeah, thanks for the reply. We all have some of the same tastes with a few differences. I’ve often wondered how similar fetishists are from one another.
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TL;DR: Fantasizing about giants lets my moral / feminist ethics take a breather, allowing my pure horniness to take over, letting me fully fantasize about being dominated.
Long version:
This is more than a fetish for me. It’s an overall fascination.What I love about giant people and tiny people is the power imbalance. Anything that the giant does is so magnified when they’re dealing with a tiny person.
A merciful, instinctive rendering of aid, which I think most normal people in real life would react with if they came across the marvel of a tiny. A curious prod with a finger. A trepidation about even being so bold as to touch the tiny. All of these impulses and feelings are projected onto a larger scale, not just physically, but emotionally, too. The body is completely linked to the psyche in my view, they are the same thing, a bigger body has larger feelings, a larger will, a larger personality when relating to a tiny.
I’m emotionally comforted by gentle giant scenarios. I picture a giant hand around me when I’m stressed, like in the dentist’s chair. I’ve never believed in God, so maybe this is my replacement.
Now for the sexual side. I’m turned on by this power imbalance applied to sex, yes.
But I am also, in real life, very equality-minded. I do not tolerate domineering men in relationships. When dating, I would discard domineering men like unwanted receipts from the bottom of my purse as soon as that side of them becomes apparent. But I also can’t stand a man who needs a second mother, which is often how submissive men seem to me. I need a partner on equal footing.
I am married to a man now, who I get along with well, who is also equality-minded, and although I came to terms recently with the fact that I’m nonbinary, I still look biologically feminine, and I still feel absolutely repulsed by all of the trappings of the concept of how husbands and “wives” are supposed to interact with one another. I would rather die a lonely old ‘cat lady’, or break up and marry a woman instead, than fit into the ‘housewife’ to a man stereotype. I’m so glad I don’t have to make choices like that in 2022.
My size fetish where I get off to stories of giants being mean to tinies is strange, then. I should in theory like sex stories where two people are very nice to one another and communicate their sexual needs like responsible, self-actualized, modern people. But no.
I get off to stories of giants, mostly men, being absolute terrors to tinies. Finding, hunting, trapping, grabbing, yanking, squeezing, torturing, crushing, swallowing, terrorizing, threatening, throwing, stepping on, tying up.
I can enjoy women giants, too, but the mood comes and goes. I mostly am attracted to women for non-BDSM reasons IRL.
I can’t take male dommes seriously in real life, at all. But in these stories, they seem like they deserve to be dommes, like their domination makes sense, just because of their size. It seems like the natural order of things, a bit like how you can’t make moral judgements on a house cat for killing a bird. They don’t play by human rules.
(Although it’s fun to try to imagine a giant as a normal person - that makes that character struggle to keep their humanity. Not sexy, but fun to read.)
I’m also a monster fucker, and for the same reasons. Monsters are also outside of human morals. It’s not wrong for vampires to bleed you out to feed, it’s just how they do things.
A person can try to be careful if they’re a mile tall. But can you really get upset at them for shuffling their ankle an inch to their left, crushing that city block?
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@tiny-ivy thanks for your perspective, preferences of a giants power, and domination view. This fetish like most fantasies, does allow us to be who, what, we want to be, if we want to crush/destroy a city or a person, or control someone no problem, freedom to do so for stress relief, or sex relief no consequences. Thanks again, my eyes are opening wider to the nature of the beast, understanding where you’re coming from.
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As someone who has experienced depression for most of their life and has—for a time—thought that size fantasy might have been the cause or at least an exacerbating symptom of poor self-esteem, let me say this:
You are so much more than any fetish.
You may well find yourself obsessed with size fantasies to the exclusion of other interests and responsibilities. You might be devoting an unadvisedly large amount of time, energy, or money in pursuit of a fantasy that you can never fully realize. You may think that these desires will inevitably interfere with any real-life intimate relationship you might form with someone else.
I’m here to tell you that none of that is necessary. The human mind is immense place, and a million stories collide and combine there for our diversion and delectation. Some of it is bound to be gruesome. None of it defines you.
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I’ve always been fascinated by size differences, and for me it mostly comes down to power. Villains play a huge part in my size fantasies and many of my favorite scenarios are cruel in nature. I struggled with this a lot when I was younger, although I’ve come to terms with the fact that my fantasies are merely outlets and don’t reflect my own beliefs.
I’ve also started to appreciate gentle scenarios more, although even in gentle scenarios I adore fearplay and exploration of power imbalances. I love the idea of a giant being able to be kind or cruel, depending upon his mood.
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@olo Thank you for the knowledge, I used to feel ashamed then I entered the size community online, and then realized that it is a big part of me or my function and I’m not alone. I know I need to be more than my fetish, and need/want to be accepted and understood for it. Yes, it isn’t the cause or symptom, but a pleasure diversion like video games or watching movies, and it is a coping device for life’s stresses instead of drug abuse. Pleasure/pornography can be addicting because of this. A crutch in hard times you’re going through. I admit I’m a sex/porn addict myself, but it is better than other addictions I could have in my mental emotional issues. Daydreaming is always for wanting what you can’t have or doing what you can’t in real life. Some of us are broken and or hurt, and some aren’t, but there is a time to heal for the broken and hurt. Pleasure and joy are both necessary and important things for our psyche to function.
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@nyx I too am a more gentle character, I worry I may go to the dark side sometimes in what I believe is right even in fantasy life, but I have a code of morals.
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TL;DR: Size-differential is such a primal and undeniable power-differential that even the most kind and respectful people can be corrupted by it.
[Some of the below is lifted from Size Fantasy and Alternate Sexuality]
Being (relatively) giant means never having to say you’re sorry. Having a shrunken woman in my clutches means I get to ogle, grope, and taste her whenever I want. If that sounds like a rape fantasy, it is. I still sometimes feel like I should be ashamed of that, but I have also spent most of my life hoping to hear a woman tell me she’d like to shrink me and rape me, so I just shrug and keep posting this stuff pseudonymously.
Before it was sexual, my interest in size fantasy was a morbid fascination with how helpless a mouse-sized person would be. How easily and casually they could be handled, controlled, entrapped. Part of the fascination came from watching full-size people suddenly appreciate the power they now held over a tiny person. Even people of good character found it hard to resist at least playing with or teasing tinies. A careless or unaware full-size person could wreak enormous havoc upon tiny people. Being tiny was innately humiliating. Whenever size differential appeared in a TV show or a movie, I was instantly alert to how others reacted, to see if they shared my fascination. I didn’t really understand it at the time, but I was taking others’ measure of empathy and cruelty. I was also examining myself.
I wasn’t particularly identifying with any party in these scenarios. It was the encounter itself that fascinated me. Children’s entertainment is full of large characters devouring small ones, but it is almost always harmless and reversible. I became obsessed with those few instances where it wasn’t. I wanted to witness both the horror of being ingested as well as the domination of devouring another. It seemed both ridiculous and primal.
This combination of absurd and powerful also resonated with me as I began exploring my sexual feelings. I am a cishet male and have always been attracted (almost exclusively) to AFAB girls and women, but at a very early age I rejected what I perceived as society’s expectations for me as a heterosexual male. I thought everyone was trapped in a theater of selfishness and exploitation and manipulation, and I would rather be castrated than participate. Many adolescents go through periods of anxiety and self-pity and misanthropy, but I cultivated mine for many years.
But I still had sexual feelings, of course, and I felt I had absolutely no control over them. In fact, they were simply redirected into my fantasy life, which had always been active bordering on distracting. It seemed quite natural to imagine myself as a tiny bug of a boy, trying not to be noticed by the popular giant bullies, spying on the beguiling giantesses, hoping to meet a gentle protectress but believing I deserved to be captured by a callous tormentress.
“Ironically,” the freedom granted by my imagination allowed me to explore and understand why I felt guilt and shame and insecurity. Make no mistake, I had disappeared up my own ass for years, time that could have been spent getting to know a wide range of girls and expanding the range of myself. I might have even met a girl with size fantasies herself, which would have changed my life in unimaginable ways.
Of course the genre of size fantasy that alarmed me the most was when I considered the possibility of holding a shrunken woman myself. As it happened, that idea took root in my head back when I thought the most compelling conclusion of size fantasy was vore. As someone who viewed all heterosexual relationships as adversarial (that were usually dominated by men and their desires), the notion that I wasn’t already sufficiently advantaged and that I had to shrink women and stuff them in my mouth in order to find satisfaction was unbearable. So I simply buried all M/f fantasies for decades. It wouldn’t be until I found and listened to female M/f fans on the internet that I began to come to peace with this.
As I discovered other size fantasists and the resulting diversity of size fantasies, I slowly stopped thinking of this as a kink that happened to me and more of an aesthetic for which I had spent years developing an appreciation. In addition to acknowledging my M/f fantasies, learning what inspired other people helped expand and illuminate what I found arousing about size differential. Detaching my size fantasies from the core of my sexual identity allowed me to enjoy them without thinking I was expressing my “true self.” This was mainly helpful for considerations of consent, but it also but also for experimenting with how it feels to voluntarily surrender power. I’m still pretty unpracticed at roleplaying with these concepts, but I always try to explore them in my stories.
I often liken my more gruesome size fantasies to horror movies to explain how I enjoy them. When you watch a movie monster eat someone, are you “identifying” with either the monster or the victim, or are you just a witness? Do you imagine the sensory experiences of either the predator or the prey? If you enjoy it, does that mean you wanted it to happen?
Our society has decided to accommodate rape victims who (subsequently) find rape fantasies arousing. We are more ambivalent about people who find a rapist’s perspective arousing. I won’t pretend that, when I hear a woman say she enjoys the fantasy of raping a shrunken man, I don’t feel a little absolution for my own predatory desires.
My wife and I don’t engage in any dom/sub play, primarily because we both come from abusive families with shitty fathers and appeasing mothers, and we are each others’ safe havens from bullshit heterosexual roles and scripts. But she loves her some horror fiction, the gorier the better, and I write stories about giants raping and eating tinies. Our minds contain it all.
Even when a giant ultimately decides to respect and protect any tinies they encounter, there are multiple moments when that decision must be revisited and reaffirmed, an instant temptation each time. That’s what I love about handhelds; they are simultaneously protective and predatory, and the only clue as to their ultimate character is in the giant’s eyes.
That’s what I want from size fantasy: that confrontation with power-differential, over and over, with as many different giants and tinies as are imaginable.
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sexually I am a gentle dom. that leans into dubcon (I only just recently picked up that word). shrinking is the ultimate expression of this.
i love the idea of a guy shrinking a girl who is either to proud or too shy to admit she loves to be a sex pet.
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@biggrumpy Agree with that a 100%, dubcon fantasy
What does Dubcon mean? https://www.slanglang.net/slang/dubcon/
Dubcon is a tag seen especially related to fan lore or fanart, and it is the composite of the words dubious and consent, describing a sexual intercourse that may or may not have happened with consent.It is a middle ground between consensual sex and rape, although it is not always depicting sexual content, as presented by the common tag dubcon cuddling.
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@giant-me dubcon cuddling… also know as kidnap cuddles
