Deepest, darkest fantasies?
@ripper I always say that, to be realistic and vivid, size fantasy needs the full range of personalities, moralities, and philosophies. The sweet guys seem all the sweeter when there’s ogres out there too.
I’m so glad you asked!
My first size fantasy explorations were when I was very young with no real sexual awareness. The tropes were those that spoke to childlike fears, usually entrapment or vore. They were in what I call “horror mode,” not particularly identifying with any of the characters but rather simply thrilling to the situation itself. This is probably why I think horror is one of the better avenues for non-fetishists to appreciate size fantasy, as they get to explore circumstances they aren’t normally drawn to. It’s also a way for people to process desires that they find uncomfortable or don’t want to admit to having. That’s a chief reason why I frequently read (and write) size horror.
It all starts with a grab. Before he even moves a muscle, you can see the moment of decision in his eyes. Slowly or suddenly, his giant hand reaches out and encloses her with his implacable fingers. She might have time to futilely look for an escape route, but soon enough she is enveloped in shadow and then flesh. Whatever humanity she had is forgotten as she is lifted off her feet as effortlessly as he might grab a pack of gum. She is held before his triumphant face for a moment that might last forever. There’s a reason why, even in mainstream imagery, the handheld is a universal and primal depiction of power disparity.
From there, she can be stashed anywhere. Pockets, jars, drawers, shoeboxes, glove compartments, terrariums. Places that are often uncomfortable, dark, without water, food, or toilet facilities. Forgotten for hours or days. A constant, inescapable reminder of her helplessness.
A kiss is just a taste. Vore is the oldest form of domination on the planet, and just about every form of children’s entertainment includes frequent incidents of (non-fatal, reversible) vore. As a child I feared being eaten by animals and monsters, but once I started to appreciate the seductive absurdity of being eaten by another person, I couldn’t stop seeing it. In my story The Interview, an accomplished professional woman is reduced to a breakfast pastry. The silliness somehow amplifies the horror.
Fatal vore isn’t as common in my stories so much as the threat of vore, which informs just about every size relationship I’ve ever conceived. I love having tiny ladies in my mouth, so much so that I usually can’t bear to send them to my stomach. Give me enough wine, however, and my moderation suffers. Because I like to keep my mouthtoys around, I wrote a non-fatal vore story, The Circle of Lust.
Like with entrapment, tinies are ridiculously easy to immobilize. Unlike traditional bondage, however, bound tinies are often ignored rather than attended to. Taping a tiny down and then going about one’s business, ignoring their pleas, is delicious. On the other hand, it’s always a treat to scrutinize and probe a bound tiny like a lab specimen. It’s not cruelty or humiliation so much as callousness that gets me off. This was the setup for my story License.
As humiliating as being dominated by a giant is, quanity has its own quality when a group of giants are all leering down at you. You might be able to appeal to a single giant’s better nature, but a crowd is always going to find a tiny’s plight hysterical. Read my story Bitter Dregs to see what happens when a shrunken freshman falls into the hands of a bunch of frat boys.
Letting tiny ladies play with and ride my cock is actually an indulgence, a reward for good behavior. When it’s my turn (and it usually is), I prefer to drop my ballsack on them and pin them while I jack off. I keep them pinned after I’m finished and let the jizz drip down on them. The best example of this in my stories is in Harvest Day, which also has some casual fatalities and watersports. Speaking of which…
Peeing on tinies is an effective and gratifying method of domination and humiliation. I like to save it for those occasions when I need to make a point.
Toilet bowls themselves are fun because they are almost impossible to escape from even without a giant trying to prevent it. They also provide an easy way to dispose of tinies entirely. Every mixed-size relationship will inevitably reach a point where the tiny is dangled over a toilet bowl. I always see this scene from The Incredible Shrinking Woman as really taking place in a toilet bowl.
What it says on the tin. I wrote Demanding just to feature this.
Rape fantasies deserve their own post, particularly when it comes to examining whether one appreciates them more as a spectator or whether one identifies with one or more of the characters. This was the hardest aspect of my M/f desires to acknowledge and accept, that I got off to the idea of shrinking and taking women against their will. I enjoy their fear, their outrage, their indignation. I don’t really enjoy their despair, but I acknowledge its inevitability. In my size fantasies, being giant means never having to say you’re sorry, and that means my pleasure in fondling tiny ladies or stuffing them in my mouth takes precedence over whatever human autonomy they might have had.
Back in horror mode, I sometimes try to come up with extreme scenarios that haunt the reader beyond any sexual gratification. Andrew Nellis (aka Poison Pen) wrote a bunch of size horror back in the 90s that have stuck with me all these years. I heard that he didn’t actually have a size fetish but was just a horror writer who knew a good device when he saw it. One story had a teenage girl kidnap and shrink a teacher and the teacher’s family, and she gruesomely murdered the latter with kitchen appliances while the teacher watched (and fainted). Another story featured a spoiled rich girl who stole her father’s shrink ray and shrunk the maids and fed them to her pet iguana.
I don’t know if I can justify using it in a story, but my most horrific scenario is to keep a tiny in a terrarium with a centipede or a tarantula segregated only by a single sheet of plexiglass (that can be easily removed). Make her watch when they get fed. I don’t really identify with the captor in these scenarios, but I can’t get them out of my head, either.
I’m loving hearing all these cruel scenarios from all our Giant dudes. * happy sigh *
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For me it would probably be an engineered situation where it always seems like there’s an illusion of hope, only for me to cruelly snatch it away. Maybe a cage door left deliberately unlocked, just to tease with the (im)possibility of escape. Or perhaps, a little vial that I have labeled as The Antidote to her little predicament, and after harrowing pursuit where she thinks she narrowly escapes and reaches the antidote…only to have it be something else, either a placebo or perhaps more shrinking solution.
For particularly defiant tinies, I think keeping her close is wonderful, whether in a little locket around my neck or even just tied to my dick as I go around the day: every little struggle keeps me aroused, and she can’t let up lest she just fall stories to the ground. Even just idle degradation as I use her as a fidget toy or trapping beneath me while I go about my day, routinely tasting when I feel snacky but don’t want to eat. Using them as little more than toys during fun times with a partner/my wife, etc.
Well, if we’re talking scenarios, I can be a bit more specific
One of my personal favorite options is multi-size, because of the potential interaction options, and something that speaks to me is a… society of SWs under a giant, one that self-renforces.
The giant sits at the top of the hierarchy, obviously, and grants favors, boons; in a more of a fantasy setting it may be a god granting powers to itss chosen, while in more grounded options is may be adjustments with a shrink ray, or a treat, but beyond that doesn’t interact with the day to day; that’s what the others are for. Sure they’ll have their fun, take their sacrifices to eat, use, whatever, but beyond that they’re beyond the actual work such a civilization would require, and outside of a chosen few, everyone else, is, at best, a resource to exploit, or a toy to be played with.
The real fun comes from the next size down, the women bigger than the others, priestesses or favorites or what not, who make and enforce the rules, and ensure that everything is arranged for their lord, and beyond that are free to fulfill their whims free of consequence on those beneath them.
And after that, it goes down and down, each class smaller than the next, numbering more and all the less valuable for it, until at the bottom of the heap are legions and legions of women, who are, for all intents and purposes, invisible to their mistresses, because they’re that small, that worthless. Their lives are meaningless, and they know it, are reminded of it every moment some dime a dozen worker steps over their ramshackle buildings without effort, when they’re used as barter and food in games of poker, when someone having a bad day winds down by torturing dozens of them, when a priestess, seemingly miles away, unknowingly causes them massive casualties and doesn’t even notice.
And the giant himself? To them, he’s no longer even a person so much as some unstoppable, unknowable force of nature; you can resent someone who exploits you, but when an area just… ceases to exist? Not even for a reason, but because someone, something just… rolled over in their sleep? Took a step? At that point, all that’s left is to hope and pray to something, anything that He will be appease by their mistresses, that that awesome force can be directed away from them by sacrifice and devotion, and that if they work diligently that the mistresses may be please enough with them to actully do that, and intercede ever so slightly on their behalf.
To live as one of those masses is to be less than nothing.
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I’m just gonna leave a list of scenarios:
A ferocious giant ripping apart anyone who tries to harm their tiny loved one and eating them like an animal, blood soaking their face, neck, and chest as their little one looks on in horror as their gentle giant mercilessly devours their attacker.
A tiny that “owns” their giant, fawning over them like their massive precious pet on a leash.
Kind’ve an extension of #2, but the tiny breeding their giant with other giants or even humans. Locking them in place while they get fucked so all they can do is moan and bellow in pleasure.
A giant getting belly rubs and loved on by their tiny after eating people.
Giant in a zoo having relations with their keeper.
I have more, these are just the ones that come to mind. I know they’re pretty tame, but I’m a pretty tame person to begin with
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Not sure if it fits in here, but my rather dark fantasy is to be placed in a glass that’s too deep for me to climb out of. Then to have a big lady crawl above the opening and start masturbating. Her wetness would drip into the glass, slowly filling it up so that eventually I have to tread “water” in order to keep my head above the surface.
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@giantemmet I second this and should of mentioned it in mine. False hope scenarios are so great. They give us Smalls a good reason to fight to
To be a giant, massive god of almost incomprehensible size. To use entire civilizations for a moment’s pleasure and nothing more, drowning whole worlds in oceans of cum. To show other “giants” how pathetically small they really are by comparison to me.
There are many, many size tiers all subservient to me, some are too tiny to even know about me.
I sometimes deign to allow a tiny world to live upon me, usually between my legs.
Mine is kind of the reverse of Jitensha’s fantasies… I love humiliating tiny women by watching them do their business. It’s fun to force a shrunken woman who needs to go number two to just squat right where she is and poop hehe… Then I wipe her tiny ass myself
@kondo “Assume the position.”
@kondo I can get into having him watch, but only when used as a way to scare me. I wrote up a scenario a long time ago where my husband, while taking me through my pet-like routines, makes sure he ‘takes me out’ before bed, offering me a bottle cap to go in. Which I’m like “No way, I’m not going to pee in front of you”, and he slams his fist down, making me almost lose my balance and tremble, pissing myself in fear.
Then he makes me clean it up. I don’t like to be babied
Non-con in general.
Extreme possessiveness. Things like permanent entrapment, specifically in an endo sense. I don’t like tinies to be treated as insignificant, but I go to the extreme opposite end of the spectrum. In a cruel way. I want to always be giving them some kind of attention, enjoying their reactions, making it nearly impossible to get any kind of rest. Showing off how much I enjoy it to a cruel extent with moaning and such. If I have to sleep or do something else…well, my body never stops working. 8D;
I have another that involves eating people one after the other, but inexplicably keeping one alive and forcing her to watch. Toying with her, breaking her spirit with how I torture the others until she’s just happy to be the ‘lucky’ one. Making her listen to the screams in my gut. Using my mouth on her a lot. Desensitizing her to it to the point where they’re no longer important.
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Size couple specific stuff, could work in as a growth or shrunken scenario, M/f or m, but working with your smaller partner to find other tinies or find new creative ways to, well, torture them…or be friends? Anything’s possible! But doing all this while always reminding your partner that you could end them at any time, just like any other tiny. In my head it’s pushing that boundary right to the very edge, but stopping last minute.
Wow, feels nice to actually be honest about a giant size scenario for once