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    • RE: What are your favorite clothing items for giants/tinies?

      @foreverlurk said in What are your favorite clothing items for giants/tinies?:

      @blehb Armour can be fun to take off from tinies, in a weird sensual way. It’s hard to explain but removing soft clothes is one thing, but removing heavy ceramite armor pieces? A bit of effort to get to my prize

      I mean, it’s the reverse of the ‘tiny doms giant’ trope: a trained soldier, in heavy plate, and armed to the teeth, is a force to be reckoned with. They’ve devoted their lives to this purpose, spent countless hours in training and equipped themselves with the best they can possibly can…

      …All of that, and yet they’re still nothing. They’re a peanut to a grape, at best: protected, to be sure, but it’s just a mild inconvenience. At the end of the day, they’re both snacks.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: Giants or shrinking?

      Meanwhile, for guys, you could flip it: woman scientist takes notes as you grow:

      Starts with clinical note taking, a bit thrown off as I enjoy it. Is well and truly thrown off her game at my erection, both at it being there at all and how big it is, before growing more awe filled/scared as I fill the room, my foot blocking the door, my hand accidentally crushing the table and chairs like they’re made out of wet cardboard…

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: Do you have any size kinks or interests that you feel are unusual?

      Beyond M/f? joking not joking

      The giga/whatever male to the normal/micro female; there’s a bunch where the woman’s in the ‘I’m so big compared to them they might as well be a bug’s bug’ driver seat, but as much as I find women hot I viewpoint well through guys, so… yeah. I like that style, but I think I can count the male versions of it on one hand.

      In an often-connected vein, mind control, in all it’s flavors. It’s generally unneeded, which is probably why it comes up less in SW, but a giant actually making a tiny think different just by existing?
      chef’s kiss

      Well thought out NWOs. I get a lot of times they’re just set pieces, but so damn many I see are set up to factually end the human race within a few generations, and it never seems to come up? It irks me because I’m honestly pretty plot focused, and often these problems are right the fuck there, but the story is so damn focused on how the traditional power structure is gone, I don’t think the author has even thought about it in the slightest. I’d say SW style ones are better for it, but really, it’s just because they don’t usually go to the ‘entire sex has shrunk’ bit like GTS stuff does, but still.
      (These are the things I think about, when I brainstorm for stories. In all honesty, I probably focus on it too much, but it just… irks me. As I’m typing this, I’m realizing there’s an interesting point of having this as an acknowledged fact in-story, that humanity is doomed. Hmm.)

      Power dynamics where the small has real control over the big; financial, social, magic spells and collars and whatnot. It’s rare, for obvious reasons, but the way it flips the obvious setup always does it for me, where the power and control is shared by both sides and yet at the same time horribly lopsided on both sides, each with their own way of pressuring the other.

      Edible clothing for the tinys, made out of spun sugar or something. Not as deep as the others, but it tickles me.

      Having armies of tinies work to tend to the giant’s needs, and I’m not talking sexually; a platoon goes into the mouth to clean the teeth, a small army of fire trucks hose down the feet, the entire population of tailors, along with other workers, measuring the body for clothes…

      And, something connected off of that, tiny cities integrated into giant homes in some way. Maybe the plate they eat off is cleaned by tinies, and the main source of nutrition they get is off the leftovers. Maybe they use him for heat and warmth, and things are built into beds and chairs accordingly.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: Do you have any size kinks or interests that you feel are unusual?

      Really, though, my big things are generally indifference, but in a sort of mildly cruel way.

      I’ll get my SW a dollhouse, sure. I’ll make sure it’s well furnished, that the cushion and blankets and whatever are real fabric, the works.

      But it’s all set up for a tiny half the size of Barbie, maybe, and you’re, at most , an inch tall. That nice bed, the comfy chair? You need to climb onto them. Good luck with the water in the sink, and the perfectly portioned food, and actual metal silverware that’s just as big as you are.

      @ChiisanaKurisu said in Do you have any size kinks or interests that you feel are unusual?:

      @i-am-insane I still prefer the mini jar because it’s the good ol’ trope of the jarred tiny but much smaller and being nothing as a complement 😵‍💫 though the bondage jewelry is a good idea too. I’m also fond of the idea of somehow being trapped inside a jewel or a gem

      All you need is some magic, and then you be trapped in place with ease! I’m thinking… a nice black setting, maybe, with a pink gem to hold you in, with it big enough (and you small enough) that to the naked eye you just look like an imperfection. Simple enough, and decorative enough to wear without issue. And then, if I’m asked where I got it from? I’ll just say I got it from you at a Ren Fair or something.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: We're Gonna Do Everything

      Half the fun of this fetish is the creativity: it’s easy to hold them, easy to touch them however. But making them like it?

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: Pecs, chests and lots of...

      When it comes to holding a woman, I prefer enough size that I can feel her, and I don’t have to worry about squashing her if I squeeze a little.

      When it comes to a woman exploring me, however, I prefer that to be a bit more literal. Micro/macro, woman walking on a chest that isn’t just big, it’s enormous. Bigger than a house, bigger than a city, a living country in it’s own right.

      I want to be so overwhelmingly more that I cease to be understandable and become an alien landscape.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: Question for fans

      Honestly, I have to guess that a lot of size vore content is just… vore content, taking the most logical approach to eating a person: making them bite sized.

      On vore? Because it’s very… primal. It’s predatory behavior, tying in well with how size fetish in general, and it’s a way to dominate someone and dehumanize them in a fundamental level, reducing them into food. When you eat someone, you take them, in their entirety, and you never will be separate again. Also, presumably, they’d taste good, and all that fun stuff involved in actual eating.

      Mouth play has a lot of similar appeals, but non-lethal, obviously. It also allows you to combine pleasure and fear.

      Insertion isn’t really my thing, but it’s probably similar to normal vore, but just… more of a focus on dicks and the sensation than eating.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: Devil's Cookie by Eskoz

      @Olo
      Eskoz is great; they release maybe four videos a year, but they’re free and always great, and pretty much always F/f. There’s few F/m, but it’s usually as a variation on a theme kind of thing. I highly recommend looking at more of their stuff.

      posted in Videos
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    • RE: Buy One Get Two Free

      @the-big-g
      One of the things I realized I like about writing this is how many factors that are running in the background: Ian knows a bunch of stuff that you don’t, for example, that he isn’t thinking much, but is affecting how he acts. Yet at the same time, he’s also missing a lot of information himself; he’s operating on assumptions, really, and the same is going for all the characters here. I’m trying to get this feel of motivations and plans and ideas and stuff clashing, you know? Trust and betrayal and hope and all that good stuff.

      I didn’t plan for it to be like this initially, but it is what it is, and I’m glad it’s grabbing people’s interests.

      posted in Stories
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    • RE: Outer Worlds

      @Olo
      You quickly end up as the captain of a ship with a ragtag crew, in a universe with strong western themes. It’s honestly quite fun in it’s own right; you can be a smooth talker so slick you have someone hand you their life savings, so stupid you can barely form a sentence, a thug, a hero… or a mad scientist, as I’ve said.

      There’s actually quite a bit of mechanical support for these weapons, but if they could just commit to the shrink a bit, the way you could leave your party shrunk in FF7 or something, it would be awesome.

      posted in Other Media
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    • RE: Who do you want to see shrink or as a giant?

      I’ve always been a Final Fantasy fan, and my top pics would be Yuna and Tifa.

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      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: Devil's Cookie by Eskoz

      @Olo
      I think they like boobs too much to not have the giant feature them.

      Which. Is understandable. Honestly I’m just grateful that this super great artist, at least, is sw focused for once.

      posted in Videos
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    • RE: Buy One Get Two Free

      Again, I was surprised by how fast the process was; bureaucracy, in my experience, was a thing of many forms and periods of waiting, often followed by even more waiting. Outside of the changes I had made, getting Miranda had been a process of several days, assumably with whatever work she may have done on her end to help the process along; for Sydney, I had expected at least a week.

      Instead, when I called the DMC, I had an appointment made for an hour later.

      As it turned out, Sydney was on a list of Mins with that, by default, accepted anyone interested in her as a potential host. Since I was already in the system at this point, all we needed was that one meeting, and, if she agreed, I could walk out with her.

      Miranda only snorted when I explained this to her, looking amused at my ignorance from her lofty position atop the left armrest, sitting just in front of my hand. My agreement to help her get revenge had helped her relax around me, somewhat. There was still a wary look in her eye when she saw me, but she seemed willing to have an actual conversation with me now.

      “Of course she’s on the list, Ian: everyone I’ve ever met there was on the list. Hell, I was on the list.”

      I didn’t say anything, absently watching her little legs as they dangled in the air, but Miranda glanced at my face and continued to explain, her tone serious now. “No one wants to be there, Ian, and when you Min, you feel… abandoned. The world hates you, your friends and family give up on you, and you’re left in the Kennel to rot. Everyone has heard a story of someone whos ends up living in a bird cage or something, just a living decoration for their Master to enjoy, but even so most would take that, because at least then they’re wanted. Someone looked at hundreds or thousands of Mins crawling around their feet and picked you out, out of all them clamoring for attention; and maybe it’s because you’re blond, or you have big boobs, or a nice voice, and sure, maybe you end up spending your days on that perch, singing sweet songs and being fed table scraps, but at least it’s you doing it, at least you are the one worthy enough to get even that much. Even if he looks at you like a toy, well…”

      Miranda trailed off, before finishing bitterly, “At least he’s looking at you.”

      She didn’t say anything for a minute.

      “I always knew, you know.” Miranda started abruptly, staring off toward the door. “That you’d take me, I mean. We never talked much, but your Change came up awhile ago, so you were safe, and your willingness was… obvious. When you’re first picked up, they always ask if there’s anyone who might be able to take you in, and I knew, in that instant, that all I had to was ask. Mia was right, most Mins would kill for an opportunity like that.”

      “Why?” I croaked, my voice hoarse with the weight of the question that had been burning in me for weeks now. “Why didn’t you? Why did you wait so long to ask?”

      She sighed. “Fear, at least in part. Fear, and me lying to myself. I… never really liked you, Ian, you know that. You were always nice enough, but you’d look at me and you were always so… intense about it. Hungry, even. There are creepier ways a man can look at you, I admit, but it was more than just wanting to see me naked, or to rape me, it was like you wanted to own me, to put me a box on your shelf or something.”

      Miranda paused, and blushed. “I’ll admit, part of me thought it was nice, to get that much of reaction from you, to have a man just look at me and fall madly for my charms, but it was also scary Ian. You never pushed me, you never did anything you shouldn’t, but it was like being a piece of meat in a room with a well trained dog: even if it’s not doing anything, you know it’s just a few words away from gulping you down. And then I Min’d and…”

      She shuddered. “It scared me. You scared me, Ian; you still do. Even now, you’re still that dog, just as hungry as ever, still patiently eyeing me, waiting for that word to pounce. Only now you’re a dog as big as a house, looming over me with drool dripping from those big sharp teeth of yours, so close I can feel your breath threaten to knock me over, and there’s nothing holding you back: no leash, no collar, nothing but your willingness to obey.”

      Almost unconsciously I found myself brushing a finger under my lips, looking for anything wet, and she laughed, sounding slightly hysterical.

      “It’s… a little intoxicating, really, to have something as big as you are listen to me, to have that kind of power under my command.” Miranda smiled at me, excitement dancing in her eyes, mixed with with something darker. “But it’s dangerous, too: it’s all too easy to forget that the power isn’t mine, not really. You’re just letting me use it, and you could just as easily take it away.”

      “I wouldn’t-” I begin, only to stop after a moment as I realized how intensely I was staring. WIthout realizing it, I found myself licking my lips, and she giggled.

      “Face it, Ian,” Miranda said, patting my hand gently. “You would. You really would.”

      Then the amusement left her face. “As for the other reason… just before it happened, Jarrett and I got in a fight. A big one. I left that day angry, and when he didn’t answer the request, I thought… he was just mad at me. That he was trying to punish me, and after a day or two, he’d come get me. Days turned to weeks, and there was still no word. It was a month in when I finally accepted the obvious: Jarrett didn’t want anything to do with me. If he had, he would have picked me up that day, fight or not.”

      Slowly, I lifted up my hand and moved it towards her, one finger extended. Miranda watched it for a moment, face carefully blank even as her eyes glittered with the faintest hint of tears, but ultimately gave a little half shrug of her shoulder that I took as permission. Gently, I ran the finger tip down her back and she stiffened for a moment at the touch, before relaxing and leaning into my touch.

      “That realization hit me harder than I would have liked,” Miranda continued, her tone admirably calm. “And it took me a while to get over it. Him. I… I thought were were getting pretty serious, before all of this. We were arguing about me moving in with him. He was for it, I wasn’t sure yet.”

      She let out a shuddering breath. “Can you imagine, Ian? How fast everything changed? Just a day ago he was almost begging me to move in with him, but when I needed him to take me in, what does he do?”

      She laughed again, sounding at the edge of tears. “He just gave up on me, Ian! He didn’t even have the courtesy to give me a ‘No’!”

      For a minute, I thought she was going to cry again; I was sure she was at the edge of it. For whatever reason, though, Miranda pulled herself together, and wiped her face with the face of her arm instead.

      “If… if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to be alone for awhile, Ian.” No matter how she phrased it, it was a question, and both of us knew it. I didn’t have to listen to her, and more than that I didn’t want to listen to her. I didn’t want to let her go, much less when she was feeling so vulnerable… but she wanted to, and we were doing so much better, now; I didn’t want to ruin everything just because I was impatient.

      When I laid my hand back on the armrest, Miranda smiled up at me, surprised and pleased all at once. Guilt bubbled in my stomach at the fact that respecting her even that much was something so hard for me to do, and so unexpected for her to receive, even as her joy soothed the edge of my shame.

      “Thank you, Ian.” She sniffled a little. “I appreciate this. I’ll… I’ll be back by the time you come back from the Kennel.”

      And then, before I could say anything, she slipped off the chair, slid down my leg, and ran off into the house.

      xxx

      Scale Woman nodded to me politely. “Good to see you again, Mr. Hunter.”

      “And you.” I replied briefly, since I still had no idea what her name actually was.

      She huffed slightly, apparently just as unimpressed with me as ever. “If you’ll follow me, you meeting is rig-”

      “Wait.” Scale Woman raised an eyebrow at my interruption, but let me continue anyways. “When I called, I had a… request.”

      I had asked for Sydney by name when I called, but before I hung up I took a risk and asked that my interest in her in particular be kept from the Min. The man on the line had given me some bland reassurances, but I didn’t actully know if they had followed through on it or not.

      Something about that must have interested her, because the boredom in her gaze vanished, and she examined me with mild interest.

      “Yes, Mr. Hunter, your… request.” She emphasized the word with a mocking grin. “Rest assured, we did not tell her you were looking for ‘Sydney Wilson’, but simply that her criteria met your interest.”

      “And she believed that?”

      And there was the contempt again. “Sydney is the largest Min in our facilities, one of the largest Mins on record, to be frank. She’s used to getting more attention than the norm.”

      Apparently done with the conversation, she turned on her heel and strode off, forcing me to follow her.

      xxx

      As it turned out, Scale Woman hadn’t exaggerated: the Min waiting for me atop the table in the meeting room was the biggest I’d ever seen, bar none. Miranda was on the high end, I knew, but Sydney must have been twice her height, easy; it was no surprise she was able to so easily push her around. She was also, I realized as I took in the form of the lithe creature before, drop dead gorgeous: warm bronze skin complemented by night black hair, long enough to reach her feet and artfully arranged to give her modesty, which only served to highlight all the features it hid. Over all, the effect only served to grant her an appearance even more sensual than just bared skin would have provided.

      Sitting there, legs demurely folded beneath her as she waited for me, Sydney Wilson looked like nothing less than a fey creature out of a story, an exotic beauty that, in other circumstances, I would never be worthy to even approach.

      Part of me wondered if I would see her adorning the cover of a magazine or two, if I was to investigate her in any depth. The rest of me had realized that this creature, small as it was, had hurt Miranda, and that anger helped shield me from being overwhelmed by her charms.

      Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Scale Woman watch me with what I could only believe was approval on her face I proceeded to the chair without making a fool of myself.

      Sydney straightened up and began to examine me in turn, and I took the time it afforded me to examine my feelings on her. Normally, I knew, the idea of someone hurting Miranda would have filled me with a burning rage, but looking at this woman, it was somehow too… personal an emotion to feel for her. She was too small for me to truly hate in that way, too weak. I didn’t like her, but I felt no overwhelming desire to cause her pain, either.

      I’d do it, of course, but it was good to realize I wouldn’t end up killing her in some fit of rage; that’d be far too quick for what I had in mind.

      “I have one question for you.” Sydney said, in a melodious voice. “Will there…”

      She sighed suddenly, and slumped on the table, the ethereal air she had maintained gone in an instant, leaving only a Min as it left. She looked tired and defeated as she stared at me, and held her arms up as if to accept handcuffs. “Will there be diapers?”

      What.

      “What?”

      “Five months ago, an old man came and tried to take me.” Sydney gritted out through clenched teeth. “He delighted in telling me about how he’d keep me in a cradle, make me wear diapers, feed me from a bottle, and in general treat me like an infant, and how wonderful it was that I was so large.”

      What the fuck.

      “I turned him down, obviously, and you’re the first person who has met me since then with a desire to take me home. I’m willing to put up with a lot of things, Mr. Hunter,” Sydney continued, staring me in the eye. “I doubt you’re going to be kind to me, and I accept that, but being infantilized like that is where I draw the line.”

      “I’m not going to put you in diapers.” I sputtered incredulously.

      I planned on humiliating her, obviously, and hurting her, but I had no interest in that.

      She stared at me critically, but the sheer disgust at the idea must have been clear on my face, because after a moment she nodded. “Then I accept your generous offer… Master.”


      Fun fact: DMC stands for Department of Minimal Control. Yes, the name is a tad ironic, and people are aware of that. Though the slang for shrunken women in this setting is ‘Min’ in common usage, more technically it stands for a ‘Minimal’. It’s also a verb, though, for ‘Minimizing’, which is the technical term for a woman shrinking and becoming a Min.

      Surprisingly enough, I didn’t actully consult a Random Name Generator for Ian’s last name.

      BTW, I’m curious: what is the impression you’re all getting of Ian’s personality thus far? I know what I’m going for, but I’m not sure how well it’s getting across.

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    • RE: Militsioner

      @foreverlurk said in Militsioner:

      @Noneja I don’t know why all games are from the tinies perspective, we giants need games too! I would even settle for an observer mode.

      There’s that old game, Haku, I think? The set up is you were getting shrunken women (who came out of fruits) for unexplained reasons, but it turned out you were actually a giant who fought off kaiju and I think they were paying you with the women?

      It was an SW pet care simulator, but it would have been awesome if you could have beat up monsters and stomp over the city as well.

      …Also, if i ever could have played it.

      posted in Other Media
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    • RE: Doll Houses

      @littlenichole

      To me, a doll house only goes to something, or someone, you treasure in some sense, if not as a person, then as favored pet, or a beloved toy. In such cases, you give them the best because you want to keep them happy.

      When they aren’t, when you want it to be clear that this isn’t a home, this is a prison, that’s when you bust out cages and boxes.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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