Deepest, darkest fantasies?
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…I want a woman in my palm, tiny, completely overwhelmed, utterly helpless and broken, to stand there, to kneel there, and beg.
Beg for her life, maybe. Or the lives of her family, or her friends, or some precious thing, or to save something that without me will be lost.
Not freedom, never that, or anything like rights or fair treatment, because it’s clear that those things are gone, never to return, and to ask for them, no matter how persuasively, is just empty words. No, she knows that, in many ways, this is her last, true free act a free being, or a living thing at all, and this is her last shot for the one thing most important to her and she damn well better make this count, because if she wastes this chance, this one, final chance, her failure will haunt her for however long she still lives.
And so she begs. Pleads. Casts aside dignity, pose and honor, promises anything, everything, if I just do this one thing for her, calls upon any affection I may have ever had for her or anyone who knows her, all her womanly wiles, to worship me as a god, anything.
And I look at her face, broken and pleading, covered in tears, and I choose.
Maybe I accept her plea, and take her and her desperate, pathetic gratitude with me as I go on my way. Maybe I kill her. Maybe I destroy what she loves before she dies, so it haunts her last living moments, or after, to spare her the pain of her lose in some small way.
Maybe I accept, and then do it anyways, and laugh and laugh at how it destroys her, to give her this hope before taking away just as easily. Maybe I say yes, and come back later to do it anyways, and leave her ignorant that all her work was for nothing. Maybe I say no, while actually sparing what she loved, and delight in her sorrow, knowing I could destroy her worldview with a few simple words.
But in the end, it’s all my choice, and all she has are empty words and hollow hope, and I hold her fate, hopes and dreams, just as I hold her, in the palm of my hand.
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@theophilous Are Poison Pen’s stories worth seeking out? (BTW, Olo, I love your writing! I’m so glad that this site now exists for me to actually see this type of story front and center!)
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@tiny-ivy Thank you! Yes, it’s hard to overstate the importance of having a dedicated space, and we really owe a great debt to @Jitensha and @Seru.
As to seeking out Poison Pen, I would probably start at Giantess World. I don’t know if his specific subjects are what you’re looking for, but the writing quality is top-tier.
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I am so glad you asked.
My favorite stories are of a cruel and sadistic giant. For some reason, him doing whatever he wants to the tinies, and enjoying their fear and terror, getting pleasure from destroying them and their world, is so incredibly hot to me. City destruction, nonconsensual, and living, aware, non-chewing vore. The giant coming all over the tiny, using them as a sex toy. The tiny losing their rights. I also like crush, but not as much as vore. I am just fine with the tiny dying.
I love the psychology of it. I love the moment that the tiny learns the giant’s true intentions. When the tiny’s hope that maybe the giant will be gentle gets smashed.
And now, for a confession, that I am a bit shy of admitting here, since it’s such a hard line for so many people:
I have been writing stories on Coiled Fist for a few years now, since I don’t particularly care if the tiny is a man or a woman. Since that site already existed, and already had some wildly sick fantasies on there, I was able to indulge in my grossest fantasy, in excruciating detail, there: I don’t know why. In real life, I totally hate it. But in giant stories, scat, and anal vore, and piss, just turn me on like they have no right to. I am repulsed by it in real life, but it’s in 2 of the 4 stories I’ve put up on CF. I am considering putting them here, but I wasn’t sure if they would be welcome here. I also have 2 stories without scat that I could also post instead.
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I like the idea of being lazy and cruel. Not cruel deliberately, but like cruel in that I want what I want and everyone around me has to get it.
If I want to eat, they have to feed me enough to feed a country. If I want to watch TV, they literally have to act on a stage in front of me. If I’m horny, too bad, all the world’s women have to work together to get me off.
Basically the entire world revolves me and my needs, and I’m happy to squish anyone who gets in my way and neglect everyone else as I keep growing and taking up more and more resources.
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@shortmarcy agree…Smug giants are the absolute best. Being trapped like that while he gets to go about his normal day and life without a care in the world. Hearing the outside world beyond the fabric go on like everything is normal while he has a coffee in the cafe with a knowing smirk
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They’re very male gaze focused, and that includes unrefined hetero male ideas of lesbianism. They are incredibly well written, tho, and juggle the science fiction of a size-change reality with well developed characters. In truth, just sign up for his Freudian analysis or just chat with the dude.
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I’m not sure if this counts as dark but to me it is. To be honest I sometimes have imagined that I shrink and my ex, a giant in this fantasy, kidnaps me and my boyfriend, also big, has to rescue me. I feel bad sometimes thinking about it because it does involve my ex but I can’t help it and I always think more about my boyfriend rescuing me. My relationship means the world to me so this fantasy is my dark secret.
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I feel like a lot of my desires line up with @Nei 's earlier post. Anal vore, piss, scat, cock vore, drowning in cum, and domination of someone smaller than me are just so hot.
My favorite scenarios usually contain couples and some form of humiliation in the form of revenge or psychological cruelty. Like an ex that is faithful is about to meet his/her end in between the lovemaking of the cheating couple. More points if the ex partner is unaware and the one who is cheating with them knows that your tiny life is in their hands.
The view of someone you love giving their love to someone else and that person giving you this last knowledge before they end you with any of the above ways mentioned in the first paragraph… Chef’s kiss.
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(I edited my previous comment because I choose the wrong topic, so I am writing a new one here, sorry lmaooo)
So, my fantasies are most involving a giant dom that acts like a beast during sex, but in everyday life he’s caring and loving.
The bed scenarios I like:
A tiny giving food to his giant master, and then after he’s full he crushes the tiny under his belly
The giant teasing his tiny with fearplay
The giant using his tied up tiny as a necklace
I also love when the giant grows more and more, making the tiny feel so minuscule compared to him
And Idk why, I love when the giant wears tight clothes and they suddenly rip because his muscles are big -
I am viewed very much as a nice guy in my life, girls that I know would probably feel very relieved if they saw I was the first giant they ran into thinking they’d be helped…they would be wrong in that assumption and quickly made slaves.
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Being placed on to a petri dish that I’m too large to fit in but it has a shrinking formula glazed inside it. My skin slowly absorbs the liquid and it starts to affect my body becoming smaller and smaller. Until eventually I’m being looked at under a microscope alongside microbes.
Cock vore would have to be another one. Something about being trapped inside a musky/warm place so close to someone ten fold my size is erotic. Not even in a willing manner. Being placed inside his member by him and slowly sliding down further as he pushes me with a single finger.
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Oh I got a variety of size fantasies
My “darker” ones tend to hinge on very possesive and dominant personalities. I used quotations on darker because, while I adore degrading, objectifying, and dehumanizing treatment, I’m not as big on the sadistic or indifferent personalities.One that’s been bouncing around in my head as of late is a guy, either discovering me small, or having actively done so himself, seeks out the only means necessary of returning me to normal, and just destroys it with alacrity
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Mostly mine would be to find someone I wanted I’d get to know her and her friends then slowly one by one I’d shrink and kidnapped those around her. Using them to learn more about her and other friends and once I had isolated her I’d strike having her friends as my person harem ready to train her so it’s her friends that break her with little input from me so she will know that everyone around her has become her captors
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I’m a giant, passing a village/city/town of little people, and I just don’t give a fuck about them, but they’re worried about me. Very worried.
Worried enough that, in their fear of what I could do to them, they launch a preemptive strike against me… which fails miserably. But now? Now I’m pissed off, and while I didn’t start it, I’m going to finish it.
It’s not a war, it’s not even a fight, it’s just breaking toys. Walls are smashed, homes, are crushed, all their resistance against me is completely meaningless as I destroy their lives.
And then they come to beg for their lives, and for mercy from the disaster they caused.
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