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@foreverlurk
I mean, that was more a broad statement, from that point you have to get more specific; for example, how serious is the relationship? Because for obvious reasons you’re probably not going to tell your new girlfriend or whatever your long held secret fetish, for example? Then you get to questions like, has she told you of something like that, is your relationship strong in that kind of way, and so on and so forth.

(Are you even in a relationship? They way you’re phrasing it now makes it sound like you are.)

To be blunt? It’s not a one size fits all kind of situation, is the thing. I’m pretty sure if you checked, there’d be a lot of people on this forum who aren’t totally open about this kind of thing, and… that’s OK? Your relationship is your relationship, not anyone else’s, and it should go at whatever pace you and your partner are comfortable with, not whatever pace is ‘normal’. Normal is honestly kind of a toxic fucking lie, in my opinion, and it messes a lot of people up because it makes so many people go, ‘But I’m not doing it like everyone else!’ when everyone else does it their own personal way, as well.

Don’t try and force it, that’s not going to help. If you’re not ready, it’ll stress you out, mess you up, which would probably get noticed and responded to by your partner (if you don’t end up taking it out on them to some extent, since, you know, people are universally known to be more angry/withdrawn when stressed out, which is great for healthy communication! /s), plus, you may be right in that your relationship isn’t ready. Maybe it’s too early or something. How the fuck would I know if it’s ready or not? I’m not you, I don’t live your life, I’m in no position to tell you when and if that time is, you are.

@FairyFanatic
As far as I can tell, no. On one hand, it’s useful because you can say, ‘Hey, that means the woman has reached the height of a child, or an infant’, but… yeah, it’s annoying. I’ll go dig up the tweet I found it on, see if there’s any clarification (in google translated Japanese, lol), but I don’t think I’ll find anything.

Amusingly, once you get adult and taller they take on a few different poses, and seem more confident, so you can get a looming sort of a giant easy enough, lol.

Edit: Yeah… can’t find it. I don’t know if it’s Twitter changes, or it got deleted or what, but I can’t find the Tweet I got this off of. For the record, I think it was pretty much just posting this, and I don’t think there’s really anything to miss… but yeah, there’s a reason I saved the website as soon as found it.

@DFP said in I wish there was a term for exclusively male giants:

? = tiny man
? = tiny woman

I often see ‘miniguy’ and ‘minigirl’ when searching e-hentai and the like. I feel like those would work well. Honestly, I’ve always used ‘giant’ as a male only term to go with ‘giantess’, but I’ve seen giant used for women occasionally.

@Kisupure
Oh, shit, yeah that one’s a lot better.

I’ve just realized that there’s not really a lot of mini-giants, like, at all. Either women are shrunk really small, or men end up really big; there’s never any just past human size men, or actually the height of a small child women (for anything that’s not part of a transition to a smaller size, anyways).

And it’s kind of weird when I think about it? I don’t even look for it, but you see tons of it when you gender flip it. I don’t know, it just feels off to me and I don’t know why. I’m kind of wondering if this is part of the ‘women with monster-fucker fetish’ thing, where werewolves or whatever can reach that ‘big but can still fit in a building’ size.

I mean, a GT, GT, sw triangle is effectively ruined by the fact that it isn’t a love triangle, it’s two guys fighting over a toy. Unless they’re very considerate, the woman’s opinion isn’t going to be relevent to who she ends up with.

On the other hand, a sw, sw/normal, GT triangle, no matter the focus, has potential, because then the person choosing isn’t automatically overwhelmed by their options (whether the small choosing between small and big, or the big choosing between smalls)… unless the GT takes the third option and goes OT3.

Admittedly, I am fond of that last dynamic, to the point where I’m working on a story around it, but still.

Something cute I found from Azur Lane.

I mean, that’s the Dread Pirate Roberts thing, isn’t it? ‘Good night, Wexley, sleep well, I’ll probably kill you in the morning’.

Not matter how seriously you act, if you say it every time and never go through, and never, like, eat anyone else to show that your willing to do it, after awhile it’d feel like a bluff, I’d think. Or, even an inside joke or something.

Me: I’m going to eat you!
drops woman on food
Her: Oh, no!
swoons dramatically
Me: Mwahahaha!
spoons her up with some food and puts her into my mouth
Her: You monster!
eats some of food while strategically smearing herself in it

I wish I could draw that well.

@SmolChlo
Let’s put you to bed, young lady.
puts you on a flat cupcake
And here’s your blanket.
covers your body in frosting
pauses
adds some sprinkles as well
Goodnight, sleep tight. I’m totally not going to eat you as a midnight snack while your in dreamland.

@Olo

Yeah, that’s not surprising.

@SmolChlo
…So you’re saying I get to eat you… again? Because SW ghosts sounds like calorie free meals to me.

Man, this is nostolgic. I’m pretty sure all of Handheld can be found on e-hentai, actually.

does some searching

https://e-hentai.org/g/83089/872f0e066d/

1-2 are the only ones good for us; 3 and anything else they do is just normal GTS fair.

I mean, while as in general I like the idea, in practice I’m pretty burned on F/m content, so if I was to write it, I wouldn’t want to do that, either.

There’s a couple of ways I think could get around it (well, outside of it being F/f, which while I’d like more for obvious reasons, probably isn’t what you’re going for): the first is simply… skipping over the F/m parts. Start after the guy is giant again, or as he’s grown back, and feed the SM backstory organically as they interact; Missletowe, back in the old forums, had a story done in that fashion, but that was a pure revenge trip where the guy had been abused until the shrinking machine got fucked up by lightning and flipped the script on his captors (one of who shrunk to nothing).

The other way is… well, don’t have the interaction at all. The guy is a little statue, or something: can’t move, can’t talk, but he can perceive the world around him, to some extent. It works really well in a magic setting, because then the woman thinks he’s a fairy or something, which is something she could naturally expect rather than him being something bigger and just compacted, and she coos over the ‘little guy’ all the time while trying to get him free, and giving him a good impression from his eternal prison… and then when she finally releases him, the giant demon lord sealed away millennia ago, or whatever, pops out, completely unexpected on her part, with neither of them having properly interacted before, but both with positive impressions of the other.

So, the flame of inspiration hasn’t died yet, but I need to balance this newfound writing fever with other things. Like sleeping. I keep getting into the frenzy of ‘I know where this is going I need to get there’ and all of a sudden it’s stupid fucking late, and I have yet to win my war upon my own need to rest.

Also, at some point I should probably try to go back and edit everything, but historically, every time I do that I basically lose my will to live. So. I’m not doing that, and you all are just going to have to suffer the shitty quality… yeah.

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It was fair to say that the situation had gotten out of hand.

I’d always intended to have Miranda live up to her obligations, but I had meant to… build up to it, take her step by step beyond her comfort zone until she found herself fulfilling my every whim and not even thinking twice about it. It was meant to take place in the span of weeks, or monthes even, in a long, patient seduction of sorts.

This was pretty clearly not that, yet I couldn’t actully bring myself to regret that fact. The restraint, the slow pacing had never been a thing I wanted, but more of a gift to Miranda herself. If I cared about her less, I would have already explored, and exploited, ever nook and cranny of her by now, and the more time I spent with her, the more I regret that I hadn’t done so yet.

Miranda, the woman I had low key loved for years now, was a force, someone who could use her sheer force of will and charisma to make anyone submit to her demands. This Miranda, now? She was Min’d, afraid, naked and desperate enough to beg for help from me, of all people.

Miranda was, in more than just the literal sense, less than she had been before; she wasn’t someone to idolize and respect anymore, and I had slowly been coming to the realization that I no longer had to treat her that way anymore, either.

In the face of the look of horror she was giving me, I began tapping a finger on the table, delighting in the way she shrank away from it.

“Tick tock, Miranda. Tick tock. You don’t have forever to make a decision; in fact I’d say you have… a minute left to make a choice.”

Steadily mounting dread filled her expression as she looked from my face, to my finger, it’s steady beat marking the merciless passing of her time, to the faces of her friends, already lowered in surrender.

“Ian, I… wait, you don’t have to do this! Please, Ian!” she begged.

“You’re right, Miranda. I don’t have to do this.” I smiled. “But we both know that I want to.” I paused for effect. “Thirty seconds.”

At that, she fell to her knees and begged. Actually begged, tears falling from her eyes and her arms spread beseechingly. “Ian… I came to you for help! You said… you said you take care of me! Ian, please!”

“Miranda… you don’t get it, do you?” I muttered affectionately, “I am taking care of you.”

There was a startled yelp as my hand moved in from behind her, gently bumping its heel into the back of her knees before curving up suddenly, scooping Miranda right into the palm of my hand, where she stared up at me with such an adorably confusion that I had to laugh.

“Look at yourself, Miranda. Look at what you’re doing, look at what you’re wearing. Are you the same person you were a year ago? You can’t even handle a slice of pizza!”

I began running a finger down her back, feeling it tremble under my touch as I steadily moved it down and back, and kept my voice as soothing as possible. “You’re not a human anymore, Miranda, you’re a Min. You have been for some time. Look at me, OK?”

Mindlessly, she responded to the command and tilted her head back until it faced mine. “That’s a good girl. I want you to think, and answer me, honestly: do you really think you could take care of yourself right now? Find food, water, or shelter?”

Slowly, she shook her head.

“And what about your friends? How well do you think they could take care of themselves, if they were left alone?”

That got more of a response, a brief flash of dread flashing through her face before she whispered guiltily. “They couldn’t.”

“That’s right. Now, tell me. How well do you think I’m treating you? How well do you think you’d do if, one day, a man you never before had walked into the Kennel and managed to take you? Do you think things would be as good as they are now? Do you think he’d treat you as well as I do?”

“N-n-no.” Miranda sobbed quietly. “No, he wouldn’t.”

Slowly, I raised my empty hand and cupped her cheeks with my thumb and forefinger, pressing just enough to hold her head in place.

“Do you think you’re my girlfriend, Miranda? My roommate? My lover? Do you think we’re in any sort of relationship that means I have to treat you like an equal? Because we’re not. I own you, Miranda. I own you, and if I want to slap a collar around your neck and drag you around on a leash, there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me. I said I was going to treat you well, and I will, but I don’t want you to think for a second that that is something you are owed, because its not. It’s something you are being given.”

I looked down on the figure shuddering in my hand, the last remnant of a person that no longer was, and sighed. I released her face, and instead grabbed one of her legs, squeezing it gently, feeling the tiny muscles flex against my hand.

“I’m giving you all these things, Miranda. To you, and your friends. And just like I promised, I’ll take care of anyone else you want my to protect, and make suffer anyone you want me to hurt. And all you have to do is listen to what I have to say.”

As I spoke, my hand inched its way up her body, squeezing her butt, rubbing the saliva still clinging to her toned stomach, before settling at last just below her chest. For a long moment I waited there, watching her eyes, shocked and incredulous, glance down from my fingers to and back up to my face, and at that moment of comprehension, I ran the pad of my thumb over an engorged nipple.

She moaned quietly.

“That’s the way. Isn’t that nice?” She nodded, and I did it again, lingering on the tiny point of hardness longer this time.

Miranda, lost and helpless, smiled back at me, and in that moment I dropped her on her rear.

“Now let’s try this again, Miranda. Get your friends. Do it, or I will.”

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Me: talks about how I get so monfocus on this story.
Me: meanders around with all this crap I didn’t see coming.