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

Best I can do is shrink the dollhouse itself… with you in it.
SW doesn’t fit dollhouse-
Shrinks dollhouse, but accidently shrinks SW in it-
…
Gives up and just puts shrunken dollhouse in a different dollhouse

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

please don’t share me, I’ll be good girl

One of the under respected powers of being a tolerable SW owner is the simple yet effective threat of giving your unruly women to someone far less tolerant than you for a weekend. Let your best friend use them to an inch of their lives, and spend the whole time in an empty goldfish bowl, and suddenly the well furbished hamster cage not only seems home and inviting, but safe.

@SmolChlo
Nope, sketchy ass taped up, unlabeled, completely empty cardboard box for you. I mean, I’m going to hand you over directly, because I’m not stupid, but the only ‘express’ treatment you’re getting is to terrible accommodations, do not pass go, do not collect one hundred dollars.

Hell, they might even keep you in that box over the weekend, just for to make it easy for them. Hope you don’t mess it up during transport~

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

Another specific trope I love (idk if it counts as another kink at this point lol): being kept inside a mini jar necklace. The giant wearing said necklace, with me so ridiculously small hidden in plain sight and also giant teasingly tapping the container to remind me how helpless I am

Better than a jar, get a necklace with a lot of points to tie limbs to, , or some kind of capsule, so not only are you trapped, but you’re locked in place.

I like the idea of one that’s filled with water or a gel of some kind, a good 95% of it, so it’s really pretty, and there’s just one place where the air is, where the tiny’s head is trapped, but they can feel the water lapping at their body. Bonus points if you put something in the water.

Counterpoint: a belt buckle. It’s more unnoticed an area, harder to interact with… but so much more intimate an area.

@tiny-ivy said in Why do you want to be shrunk?:

but in the wider sense. I’m just wondering aloud why M/f seems like the rarest macro pairing out there.

Oh, that’s easy: because it’s not only the closest to ‘real’, and so not really a fetish as much, the dynamic, of a man overpowering a woman, is becoming more and more frowned upon, societally. Even beyond admitting a flat out fetish, at this point I’d never want to admit this to anyone because, publicly at least, no one wants this. Popular media is set to churn out the opposite, if anything. And so anyone with it is incentivized to hide it.

@SmolChlo
I mean, I can’t make half this stuff, I don’t get to talk. Is yelling a lot going to help make author/artist make more stuff? I don’t know what they think that’s doing for them.

The conception of it, for me, was princesses and dragons; the older stories always had a dragon kidnapping a princess, and I’ve always like dragons. It evolved from there, but that fundamental concept of going, ‘MINE!’ still resonates with me.

Giant decides to protect tiny out of annoyed exasperation that this helpless thing has that little survival instinct.

It’s a manga, a lot of it is pretty cliche (dungeons in the real world, players… common if you read that kind of thing), but two things are different:

One, the players get wings, with angel wings being the most common. (except MC, who gets a tail)
And Two… the MC saves a dying player at the start, and she’s loopholed into being a ‘supporter’ instead of dying… AKA Navi. And when she successfully becomes one? She shrinks.

It’s pretty cute; the manga is actually aware of the realities of being small (she struggles to manage an energy bar, and the MC imagines her being trapped under one), and she’s actually an adult, which is always nice.

Sadly, while there’s a low key romantic build up happening, she’s supposed to be able to grow as she advances, so by the time actual romance starts she’ll probably be normal size… though, on the other other hand, by the later chapter I just checked, as well as the cover, she’s still small, so she’ll probably be small long term!

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.

Personally, I prefer a mix of positive and negative reinforcement, not just because of how… wholistic it is, but because, well, it’s fun!

Giving praise, pets, headpats or treats for good behavior isn’t a burden, of course, and it’s simple enough to do. A nice massage would be more… in depth, but again, probably as fun for me as it would be for her.

On the punishment end… well, of course there’s some tailoring required to fit, but in a general sense, unless the tiny is really kinky, a legit, painful spanking seems like a good default response. My own kinks aside, I’d value my own tinies, no matter the relationship (pet, partner, toy, etc), too much to actually do any real damage to them, but depending on how much I value them as individuals, options open up. Threatening to do something, however, would be on the table, depending how little I liked them, in ‘dangle them over my mouth’ kind of way. Just… going right up to them and yelling angrily in their faces, considering the volume involved, wouldn’t be nothing either. Isolating them, trapping them in a jar or box or something in the dark for a couple of hours, would be effective, especially if I was really annoyed.

Also something to consider is the fact if I had multiple SWs, I’d likely have some sort of hierarchy going on: my favorites, maybe those in disfavor, and everyone else, and there of course would be benefits to being the favorite. Dropping someone’s status, whether there are others to lord over them for their fall or not, and making them live in a hamster cage with wood shavings, or even full time in a jar, instead of a posh dollhouse, would very much be on the table then.

And finally, I’m the kind of guy who wears necklaces. I’d just love to wear a misbehaving tiny around my neck all day.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ud8SlwXlByA

She’s made more than this, btw, and half the reason I’m posting this here is that this is, unironically, the only SW/GT ASMR I’ve ever seen, so I’m hoping to boost views and get more of them made.

GTS all over the place, of course.

…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.

I’m playing a dumb game with my friend yesterday, and a character drops this line on us: he’s not wearing sunglasses, no! He shouts proudly that he’s wearing a black fairy bra.

Along with my instant incredulous reaction, there was also the thought that he was One Of Us, and I should mention it here for everyone else to WTF over and enjoy.

So… if sunglasses are a tiny bra being abused by being stretched over someone’s face, are there any other common accessories that we can figure out are actually from an SW?

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.