If I had to describe what I liked about CV, beyond the power dynamic of it in general, is how it’s just… against the natural order, and that dynamic is part of the reason I like SW in general.
It’s not eating, which is normal, natural, even if it’s happening to something that shouldn’t be eatable, but it’s something that is supposed to go in a woman, but instead the woman goes inside it.
Also, it feels ripe for a kind of ritualized worship kind of thing, which I find hot.
@foreverlurk
Oh, I know it’s not just sexual, it’s the same for me, but it’s more… the implications of it, of how certain relationships have different expectations.
Like, I have family and friends, and I talk to them a lot, and tell them a lot of things I wouldn’t tell anyone else, but I don’t tell them my fetishes. There’s no… expectation for it, for lack of a better word, no need. I could tell them, I have a small group of friends who I would, if I had to tell someone in RL, we trust each other with things we wouldn’t really tell anyone else, but again, the lack of a significant other means there’s no reason to tell them, for, like, the sake of the relationship or something.
Meanwhile, even if you’re not having sex about it, having a significant other in some form is… intimate. in a healthy relationship, they’re the ones you trust with that kind of thing, and in a lot of cases should trust with them, because how you desire that kind of thing effects how you act and so on. The relationship itself has a sort of expectation, even if it’s unstated, that at some point you will talk about this kind of thing, to be open and honest.
And I think that’s what I’m getting at (while lacking the proper terminology), because I’m asexual/aromantic, there’s no need for me to tell others about this because of them, or for them, if I tell them it’s only because I want to.
I mean, if you’re losing your SWs because they bit you, I just gotta shake my head a little, just saying.
Anyways, if you’re trying to avoid that, a simple way is to position your hand under their head so they…, you know, can’t. Depending on the size and how gentle you want to be (the smaller they get, the more difficult it is to grab your SWs safely, though after a certain point they can no longer even cause minor pain with a bite), you can either have a finger directly under their jaw (which would also keep them from talking, if you’re into that), or just have the top of your hand end up near the neck area; that way, they won’t be able to bend their head down enough to take a nip.
…The fact this means you are firmly grasping their chest is, of course, completely unrelated to this advice.
But consider this: what if the woman has the SW, from her days of stomping around Lilliput or whatever, and she’s trying to hide you from her man?
@tiny-ivy
Alternatively? Flip the script.
You are into this being tiny thing. You love being in Brodigan or whatever. You are, perhaps, unhealthily into it… and it concerns your giant owner. That is, in fact, the reason why she picked up in the first place: you were running full tilt towards the nearest person you could find, never mind things like cars or stomping feet.
She knows that madness would only get worse if you finally meet her boyfriend, and she’s deeply worried about your increasingly determined escape attempts. She’s slowly escalating her efforts to keep you safe in her room, without just locking you in a box or something, because she’s nice like that, and meanwhile the boyfriend is starting to notice her efforts and increased worries.
The question here, I think, depends on the (theoretical) person: who are they? What are they into? How much are they even aware of it? How brave are they?
I’m not into the tiny end, but I’ve heard enough from the tiny section to know they’ve gotten into for reasons that range from ‘wanting to explore big things while small’ to ‘wanting to understand their dolls’. Sometimes they want to be taken care of, like a favored doll, sometimes they want to be used like a doll. Maybe they just like big guys and didn’t realize just how big they liked them.
So much of this kind of thing is personalized that the reaction is going to depend on that perspective, how much they’ve thought of it (someone into it, who has thought about being shrunk, is going to take being shrunk a lot better than someone who didn’t realize they were into it, and that fact implies they’ve fantasized about it, maybe done some research on the internet…), so ultimately, you either need to make a reaction around a character and how she would act (someone proud of their authority or power, for example, would take being shrunk badly at first even if they were into it), or figure out how you want her to act, and build her personality/background around that reaction.
My ideas often start out as a simple concept (‘I’m a big giant and protecting a woman’, or ‘I’m cuddling with a tiny woman who is cuddling a smaller woman’), but my mind… festers. I can’t just leave a simple idea be.
Suddenly, there’s revenge plots. Suddenly, there’s world buildings on SW societies where there are no men and new people literally grow from trees. Suddenly, the giant has a backstory where he used to be normal sized before he became a successful knight and indulged in dragon blood, and is trying to reconnect with his childhood friend, mixed with some stuff about elves as a race of giants and culture shock.
And it just spirals, and spirals, and spirals, until my mind latches onto a new size-themed idea and starts sprialing on that.
Ironic twist on a gold digger, or something to that effect: Oh, you’re only dating/married/flirting with this person because they’re rich/successful/whatever? You want them to take care of you and just exist as a hot body for them to have sex with and admire?
Done! Enjoy your new life as a dependant, where you need them to take care of you~
It’s probably the restraint, both overt and understated, posed against the sheer power, and what they could do if they weren’t restrainted by their morals.
I come at it from the giant end, obviously, but every time I think about a more gentle scenario, there’s this obvious dynamic of, ‘I could do this to you. I won’t, because I’m not an asshole, but that has nothing to do with your ability to stop me.’ that flavors the mental space so much. A giant has that same dynamic effect the whole area (instead of the SW being vulnerable to it from everyone else), and with a knight… there’s this energy of, ‘I trained to be able to fight’, that they’re more than just being big, and thus they destroy things, they’re a precision machine of destruction, similarly to giant robots in the like; there’s that extra element of refined power.
So… out of a sort of dreadful curiosity, and while this topic is here, I gotta ask.
I’ve made it a habit lately to try and flip GTS cliches and imagine them in a GT/sw context, but there’s one thing that bugs me: a lot of GTS stuff ends up with the woman having… frankly, ridiculous breasts. From ‘theoretically possible if at jackpot lottery odds’ to ‘this is bigger than her entire body’, and every stage in between.
So… applying that the other polarity… would you like, or mind, a giant, or normal guy, with an equally impossibly large dick? And, while I’m at it, being tiny with ridiculously huge breasts (which is the inversion of another common GTS thing, where the normal guy gets a giant penis so he can be used by the giantess).
Huh. Meanwhile, my SWs (and whatever I’m picturing myself as) tend to change depending on what i’m picturing.
Sometimes she’s just a random woman, sure, running from monster/thugs, but other times she has a lot development: sometimes she’s running from her warmonger mother, who wants her to follow in her path, but all she wants to do is art, so she wants a protector (among other layers of mess, because even in my fantasies it gets complicated), sometimes she sort of low-key owns me, because she’s super rich and she’s the only way I can even have a bed my scale, and lately she’s a fellow prisoner and we used to be enemies and we’ve teamed up for our mutual benefit…
@Olo
…Not that that’s bad (from what a quick internet search showed me, anyways), but I’m picturing a sort of catch and release set up, where though the big picks up the woman, exams her, maybe films her (look at stitching on these clothes! They’ve made such an advanced society, right under our feet!), and then let her go afterwards.
Spiritual energy of Steve Irwin.
Am I the only one who has ever thought about it? The idea of marionettes just feels inherently erotic to me in the most sizey kind of way:
The hands, maybe the legs, maybe the neck, tied up, control taken away from your little victim, fallen under the power of a single outstretched hand. A woman slowly reduced to a helpless toy… or turned into lure to claim more victims for her giant master.
Making her walk, talk, go through her life, helpless to tell anyone what’s happening to her. Telling her friends to just… come for a visit one day. It’ll be fun!
There’s also the living marionette, the toy that is only a toy, who has lived her entire life helpless and dependent on other’s whims, or who used to be a person before her memory was wiped. And for her, the strings, her chains, are part of her. To her? Her puppet master is her savior, a kindly yet unstoppable force that allows her to experience life for the first time.
…Yeah. I have a lot of ideas in this vein, in several different ways, but I’ve never seen it really come up anywhere else. Is it just me?
Found this, and all things considered it feels appropiated.
…And like a story idea. (Damn it, too many idea. Consolidation can only do so much.)
@littlest-lily said in Do you have any size kinks or interests that you feel are unusual?:
@frollo Ohh you bring that up and it made me think too - I do rather like the idea of being dominated by multiple giants
Adding in some multisize would be all the better~
Be a giant, shrink a group of willing friends and keep them pampered and happy in their dollhouse.
Shrink someone that pisses you off, give them to your little pets to play with.
Watch you constantly struggle with the realization that the ‘house’ you’re living in, mouse sized, constantly running from giant feet, is a doll house, and all the ‘giantesses’ you’ve been running from are, if anything, undersized for their home, and the real giant barely even knows you exist half the time, and that you live like vermin yet he treats them like little princesses.