Hello. I’ve been lurking here forever (username checks out!), but I’ve been told by @Olo that I should share my AI stuff here. I hope it’s not against the rules or anything, I know AI can be a very sensitive topic.

My workflow is using the brand new DALL-E 3 AI from Microsoft/OpenAI as a base. Then it’s either SDXL for upscaling or face restoration, then good old GIMP if manual touch ups are required. Seems simple but Microsoft doesn’t want their AI used for porn, at all. They have TWO filters in place, so getting past them require some luck and patience.

I’m into mostly gentle stuff, so with hand helds and some clever prompts I trick the AI into drawing good sizey stuff, even some without clothes. I guess their nudity filter only applies to normal-sized women?

My DeviantArt is here :
https://for3v3rlurk.deviantart.com/

Here are a few samples.

From this Korean (남주의 엄마가 되어버렸다) romance novel, a few SW chapters - I saw this one during the pandemic in Korean but it got an official English release last year, so decided to share it here in case someone hadn’t seen it.

The SW action starts at Chapter 62 until 65, when she mistakenly drinks a shrinking potion (eh, you know, that happens!). Nothing spicy, just the titular dad and his son fawning endlessly over her cuteness

@The-Big-G My favourite…

Wanted to try a new model and Stable Diffusion version (SDXL) before the next release of V3. Pretty happy with the results. More on DA!

Delicate

Mending her Tiny Heart

What Have You Done to Me?

Annoying Your Giant

Found this making of / behind the scene video from visual artist Seb Xavier, where he explains his workflow in creating a series based on “miniature” models. He’s a bit annoying ngl, but when he talks about the technical details involved it’s quite interesting, and the end results are spectacular.

I’ve seen similar concepts in the past but with giantesses ofc, refreshing to see it done with the most beautiful women possible, the tiny ones.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sq0TU6PgMj8

Well, I think my love for redheads is known far and wide, but that’s not so unusual.

There is another thing I would like to see more often. I’m still self-conscious to admit it, though. I’d really love to see rope bondage combined with SW. I’ve seen some shrunken ladies put on chains/keychains, or dangled by a rope, but what I’m talking about is closer to kinbaku, the more sensual, complex and emotional version of rope binding. Alongside shrinking, it’s a double helping of trust, vulnerability and submission that just sends me to another plane of existence.

This great piece by @Shardro made me weak the other day.

I never had the occasion to try this IRL, sadly. In no small part due to my self-consciousness but also because, duh, finding a willing partner is almost impossible. Although it’s been a while since I was the Boy Scouts, I still know some basic knots!

I hesitate to post this, as I don’t want to wallow in self-pity but I need to get this off my chest. Due to some… life circumstances, I’ve been doing a lot of introspection lately. I was wondering if I’m alone in thinking that sometimes, having this kink can cause a certain natural inclination towards melancholia, or like a deep nostalgic longing for something impossible to be true, and for someone to love in that unreachable reality.

Now don’t get me wrong, there are many things I enjoy about this fetish, and I wouldn’t want to be rid of it. Like it both hurts and comforts me, causes me guilt and happiness, brings me anxiety and peace. It’s just difficult to explain exactly how it makes me feel lonelier than it should be possible. For me, SW has always been such a strong desire, even beyond the sexual aspect. Faced with the impossibility of ever having a tiny lady of my own - as utterly ridiculous as I know this statement to be - it’s bringing me way down. It’s not that I would want all of this to be real all the time, but not sharing that silly dream with anyone I loved made it doubly non-existent. There’s this huge part of me that no-one has ever seen.

In my life I’ve spent so much time in my mind, imagining things that cannot be, and never sharing this secret garden with anyone, even with those very close to me. Again it’s both a blessing and a curse, and to some extent I’d much rather live in my fantasies than in reality. Having a rich inner world and keeping some of my childhood wonder alive did protect me from the heavy cynicism that usually comes with age. I’m just not built to face some rougher aspects of this reality head-on, and withstand years and years of having my dreams crushed.

All this rambling to say I’ve started therapy, and I’m thinking of mentionning my kink to my therapist. I’m still unsure if it’s a good idea. I don’t think my fetish was born from trauma or negative emotions, but the way I’ve lived with this inside me for all those years brought only troubles in my past relationships, and caused me to retreat and flee further into the depths of my mind. Yet, there are people, real people who need me and depend on me in reality, and I don’t feel like I’m here and there enough for them. It’s just been so rough.

“Do you know that place between asleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you.”

It’s been a while, I’ve been working on those some time ago but only published them yesterday. There’s more on DA, with my short blurbs if you care about those. Meanwhile I’m still waiting for Stable Diffusion 3 to release (fingers crossed)

Enthomology

Healthcare Reduction

Pleasure, Little Treasure

Your Hand in Mine

Lost and Found

@littlest-lily To be fair, it’s really not that hard to literally put you inside a nutshell

@Olo I think some of those above are from a special CD-ROM that came with some edition (mid-90s and CDROMS where all the rage back then). My old French copy had more, like this one :

Furthermore, in 2018 the Italian newspaper Corriere della Sera published Manara’s comics integral work in a special “Artist collection”. For this event, the artist remade 45 new original drawings to be the new covers for each of his albums.

Here’s the one he did for Gulliveriana :

If he’s not “one of us”, he definitely has some innate giant/tiny sensibilities.

@DFP said in Question for fans:

formally trained Dom

W-w-wait, is there a Dom Academy and I’m not aware of its existence?

Mouse girls are underrated

Adorable.

But let me tell you, there are actually small venues, like that one in the dumpiest dump of Kitchener’s vomit-filled bars, ugh shudders

Ah, the naïveté on my early 20s.

Love the use of light in Minutia’s art.

(exactly this but she’s in a jar instead)

@DFP I’m a huge fan of Robotech and there are plenty of G/t scenes in the anime.

Battletech is still going strong today (after the whole Clickytech fiasco) with Catalyst successfully kickstarting many new expansions. I’m a fan of the lore, the worldbuilding and politics of the Inner Sphere.

Always had a major crush on Liara T’Soni (is it shameful to admit having crushes on video game NPCs?)

It’s genuinely shocking that I never imagined her tiny before.

I think I’ve already answered this over the years in one form or another, but why not, let’s do this again!

How did you discover this fetish?

Depends on what you mean by “fetish”. If you mean “When did you discover this was (also) a sexual thing for you?”, then it was at the onset of puberty for me, so around 12 or 13 years old, when I started having sexual fantasies and started using SW daydreams while masturbating (confusing times w/ all the guilt and shame of post-nut clarity, but with added wtf due to tiny girls thoughts ). If your question was more “When did you discover this fantasy?”, for me it was basically always there. I can’t remember a time before, it’s just how I was wired.

How did it manifest?

When I was 5 or 6, the first shrinking scenes in the cartoons I watched at the time, I think it was Alice shrinking in an anime? It made me feel excited, overwhelmed (in a good way), but at the same time I instinctively knew that I had to keep quiet about this. So I felt weird when someone else was in the room when a SW scene came up, I was paranoid that my sister or friends knew about this secret, somehow, so I tried to keep a poker face. If I knew beforehand that a shrinking scene was coming up, I would pretend having to go to the bathroom (but still watch it through the half-opened door).

When I was a teenager, around 16 and had my first sexual relations, I discovered that even during sex I needed these thoughts to go all the way. That was almost always the case, I can have sex without sizey thoughts but my kink makes it hard to really enjoy it otherwise. So I just imagined she was shrinking on my dick or things like that. Again, I always felt some shame and guilt after it for not being able to just enjoy reality as-is, as if I didn’t respect my partner somehow.

What’s the appeal to it?

I have two wolves inside. The cozy, wholesome side is mostly about caring for, and protecting a woman hundreds of times smaller than I am. Between 3 to 6 inches, even smaller. I enjoy dreaming about all things she would do at her size, how adorable everything she would do would be, just melting with complete admiration at the tiny cuteness.

The NSFW side is complicated. It can overlap, meaning I’m still caring and protecting her, but the appeal of shrinking her, or having her used as a sex toy or something is just too strong. I love both con and non-con, so she can also be very into it and worship me like a god of old, or be terrified, both I can enjoy. Both these sides co-exist within me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

@Olo
I want this.
No, I need this.

@Giant_12 said in Imaginening of size fantasies outside size media:

Is this common?

For sure my mind wanders. Sometimes it can be just a camera angle, anything that can help my mind go “she’s nice, but what if tiny?”.

It’s not just strictly sexual either; I can see a short lady at the grocery store, hopping helplessly to reach something on the top shelf, and get the butterflies. Or just see a shrinkable stranger walking on the street, minding her business. My imagination will just kick a quick jolt of dopamine, it’s out of my control.