@Olo Zactly!
And yeah, webrings are making a comeback in response to all this kind of bullshit. There’s already one for non-straight male NSFW artists, so I figured why not one for us specifically? It’s such an ingenious, low-effort way to make sure everyone stays connected.
Lmk if yall wanna get a webring together for you self-hosters! I honestly wouldn’t trust any mainstream site with erotic content or anything that could be interpreted as erotic by the powers-that-be at this stage in the general internet enshittification process.
NSFW hosting isn’t super cheap, but it sure beats all the time and effort we spend in continually moving platforms and reuploading and re-finding/following people.
@Olo said in Giants, how do you protect yourselves from tinies bitting your hand?:
@TakoAlice8 “The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.”
Fr, though.
Just had my partner gag and grimace as my cat’s claw got stuck in the skin of my hand just yesterday. After 30 years living with the little gremlins, I just don’t feel pain in my hands anymore. Problem solved!
I don’t know if I’ve commented on AO3 already but I just wanted to pop in and say I’m LOVING this story so far Nyx! You’re knocking it out of the park.
Discovered Hankey’s Toys recently! They have some pretty wild size stuff:
https://www.mrhankeystoys.com/realistic?search=true&option=4XL&category=realistic
I’ve seen the pedo comparison made before too and it really sucks.
And it’s as asinine as saying furries or people who like girls in cat ears are all secretly animal fuckers. Smh.
@TakoAlice8 It’s an interesting thing, but I think @Nyx is right in that men are just overrepresented in cultural discussions and research about sex. One of the godfathers of research into fetishes even framed his whole theory about it in a way that completely erased women by stating that that “odd-hitting” experience in childhood makes men paraphilic, while it supposedly makes women “frigid”! I don’t think he’s taken seriously at all anymore, but if that’s where we started, we haven’t strayed far.
Whew, my experience with height was a bit of a rollercoaster!
When I was a little kid I vividly remember telling everyone I was going to grow up to be over 6 feet tall like it was some kind of competition? Like most kids I was excited to see how much I was growing and I still have the closet doorway that we marked my height on for my entire adolescence. (Some of those growth spurts were excrutiating.)
Of course female socialization kicked in and around puberty I started hating my height. I had horrific posture (so many dysphorias), and would regularly try scrunching myself down to 5’8" no matter what it took. At 20 I reached 5’9", and ugh it was awful.
Fast forward 10 years and one transition later and now I get height dysphoria going the other way LOL. Thankfully men come in all shapes and sizes, and working with the public I’m reminded every day that I’m average for my country, and above average for most everywhere else. I’m diligently working on my posture, and combined with some relaxing/thickening joint and soft tissue from testosterone, I’m actually closer to 5’10" now. Even my shoe size has gone up and I’ve outgrown all my old clothes. If I had a process kink I’d be in heaven lol.
In hindsight, I think the interest in size disparities was the prior to everything else. When I was trying to be a woman, I wanted to fit the size kinked ideal of small. Now that I know I’m not, it would be nice to be taller (but it doesn’t bother me nearly as much because I’m just happier in so many other ways).
As for correlation, I don’t think there is any. Kinks have much, much more to do with formative experiences that hit in just the right way at just the right time,; I’ll bet what was on the TV when we were 6 or 7 is far more relevant than how tall we are at high school graduation.
I always come back to a few things in my size kink. The first is that I’ve never been all that much into shrinking - in the few SW stories I’ve written, the man is either trying to help or (in the case of an unposted story) trying to figure out how to use his powers for good, and does so while navigating social expectations of healthy masculinity.
As many of you know, I’m interested in military themes too, because questions of bodily autonomy there interest me a lot. Governments and institutions experimenting on bodies isn’t just a ripe metaphor, it’s a reality. And to me it’s a way more powerful metaphor than just “shrink ray go zap”. Military institutions are also very interesting ways to explore the symbols and ethics of power, danger, and hierarchy. To me, it all goes quite hand-in-hand with size difference.
As I get older, too, the more I realize that my kinks are best enjoyed in narrative form, building toward something, whether that “something” is a well-crafted scene or a friendship or something else, rather than just it being a mindless escape. With IRL kink - whenever I get back into it - I want to explore this a lot more too.
To me, “being big” is about effortless and unwavering confidence - big dick energy, or literally being “the bigger person” - not about power. Because if you have confidence in yourself, no matter where you are and what you’re doing, you have complete power over yourself, which is something that can’t be taken from you by anyone or anything. It is the ultimate “alpha” move. Any dumb idiot can get mad, anyone can hurt and lash out and abuse, especially a stranger or someone smaller. But it takes a metaphorical giant to not lose themselves to a petty situation. A metaphorical giant isn’t bothered by the little people and the little problems around them: they have the power to remain detached, to walk away. I’ve always been more interested in the stories of giants and the people brave enough to accept and love them rather than the stories of shrinkers for that reason.
It’s exciting to me because that’s a real thing, that’s not something that I can only indulge in secret on the weekends, it’s something to bring with me into my actual lived life. It’s something to bring into real sex with real people. It’s a real way to be a dominant and build relationships. The fetishy stuff is great fun, don’t get me wrong, but the particulars of this or that exact way of stomping on a city or doing cockvore come second, they’re the window dressing to the core of the kink for me, which will always be that question of “how does one wield power in this fucked up world?”
I prefer this one: http://www.mrinitialman.com/OddsEnds/Sizes/sizes.html
It’s simple and doesn’t involve silhouettes of children 
It’s funny, I love vore, but I don’t like any of the most popular tropes lol.
Soft vore all the way, I rarely enjoy one-shot dynamics. The characters have to be able to indulge potentially indefinitely, using it to deepen their relationship, so that eliminates all fatal and most non-con (I see rape as a kind of one-shot character dynamic; it loses its spice after the first scene).
Other stuff that’s pretty niche is M/f cockvore, endosoma, machine/cockpit vore, and tentacle sex while vored. As usual, it all just hits a different note for me than what most look for in their kink haha.
@tiny-ivy Thank you! They are so not my usual characters, it’s a fun change of pace. Thanks for the unintentional writing prompt.
Just gotta finish it… I’m mostly over being sick, but my energy is still flagging pretty badly and now that I’m back at work I don’t have the brains for much else when I get home. 
Keith’s bedroom was, by his measure, the least interesting room in the loft. Even the guest room, because it was original to the building, had more character. But, being on the southwest corner, it took him only one summer to decide he couldn’t live there, and with permission from the landlord had this this built. It was closer to the bathroom anyways.
He set Dawn down on top of the wall of low bookcases and found the switch for the ceiling fan by more ambient orange streetlight. The room was simple: a bed against one wall, a wardrobe against another, a vintage leather egg chair in the corner, a nightstand, and more books.
The floor creaked as he went to the window to turn on the fan perched on the thick, brick sill. Then he sat down and watched as Dawn carefully, playfully, let herself down the three-shelved case to land solidly on the floor with a little squeak. He smiled at her ability to manage that in such a horrible garment.
“I see you like red?” she said, stepping over to the bedding. Her eyes kept wandering, though, because before he could answer she had darted over to a small pile of books underneath the nightstand. “Oh, what’s this?”
He crouched behind her and made a little face as she discovered his small collection of books on the art of lovemaking. He blushed fiercely but wanted to see what she would do.
Dawn yanked out his Joy of Sex book and started flipping through it’s great big pages. “My mother has one of these,” she said, and Keith’s bud of embarrassment bloomed. She was trying to push his buttons, he knew that, and for a moment he decided he was going to let her.
He reached right on past the tiny woman and grabbed one of the slimmer volumes from the middle of the stack, plopping it down right on top of the classic text and opening it.
“I’ll bet she doesn’t have this one.”
It was two-page spread after two-page spread of baldly erotic black and white photography. It was a woman posing–and playing–with a bunch of large geometric shapes and overlaid with suggestive shadows against a psychedelic background of undulating checkerboard. There was a Bacchic mask on her face, alternating Comedy and Tragedy depending on the composition, and it was all wildly, deliriously sexual, right down to the photo of her fingers lifting a thread of liquid from her beautifully uncensored vulva.
He knew he’d caught Dawn off-guard by it, and she gazed at the lewd images for a wordless moment. Eventually, she looked up at him and nibbled her lip.
“So you do have some sizzle in there,” she said, then flicked her eyes down for a moment. Then she pointed between his legs. “There, too.”
Keith realized he was sporting the beginnings of a hardon, and some part of him was not at all surprised when Dawn daintily closed the distance between the books and stood inches away from the tenting in his boxers. He sucked in a sharp breath when she touched it, and if he thought there’d been electricity when she touched his fingers yesterday, then it was nothing compared to this. His cock bobbed in its cotton prison.
He opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what, but Dawn made sure to cut him off.
“I don’t want to hear it, Keith. I don’t want to hear any more moralizing, no more excuses, no more clever dodges.” Dawn then pulled her arms out of the holes of the Cabbage Patch dress and it fell away from her. “I want you, all of you, and I want you right now.”
To hell with it.
Keith caught her waist between his fingers and pulled her out of the dress to set her on the bed, where he pushed her into the mattress with his lips. He gently assaulted her mouth until he could feel her little teeth on him. He gave her chin a lick and planted a few more sloppy ones before letting her take a breath.
“Oh, Keith… I knew you had it in you,” she said, chest heaving and looking positively stunning.
He kissed a short patrol to her breasts as his thumbs brushed along her smooth little thighs. At this size, the “girls” did all but defy gravity, and he guessed that they would have been a handful each had she been her normal height. With delicate fingers he traced around the curve of one full little globe, quite enjoying the harsh tan line that encased her nipple in a triangle of paler skin. When he pressed the pad of his thumb over the top, he could feel the tiny thing had puckered up and Dawn moaned. The sound set him on fire.
“You should come up here, there’s room for one more,” she teased, and Keith realized that he was still kneeling on the floor. He kept kissing her as he rose up and slipped onto the bed, wrapping his lips around one lovely breast and then the other. They were like little candies and he wanted to keep licking until he got to some soft, molten center.
“Look at you,” she giggled. “You’re like a man possessed.”
“Mhm,” he grunted into her belly. Dawn gasped loudly.
“Do that again.”
He pulled away. “Do what again?”
“That, that sound. Put your mouth on me and do it again.”
He did. “Mmmmhm?”
“Ohh…”
Keith realized what had happened and shifted his voice down an octave. “Mmmmmmm…”
Dawn panted, and it was clear that the vibrations weren’t just tickling her stomach, they were reaching her core as well. His boxers were pulled as taught as they were going to get, and he felt that he’d pop off a button at any moment. But that was no matter, he could worry about himself after this.
When he pulled back to see how undone she’d become, Dawn spread her legs for him, pulling her knees to her chest, pointing her adorable little toes, and hooked a finger at him. He was happy to see that slit again now; he could think about how gorgeous it was all he wanted this time.
“Would you mind, big fella?”
Keith licked his lips and bent down low again to finish her off.
He breathed on her to get her shivering before he touched his tongue to her heat. And she was hot! Wet too; he was surprised that the amount was noticeable, but he could taste her as the tip of his tongue massaged at her, up and down.
“Oh, yes, oh Keith, you big hunk of–”
He started humming again, partly because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know how that was going to end, and partly because he just wanted Dawn to shut up and enjoy it; what he really wanted, though, was to see her lose all sense of herself again, like she had when he picked her up that first time. He wanted her to gasp and moan and be unable to think of anything to say.
Her cries were, in fact, exquisite. Even at her volume, they filled his ears, and the higher register of her little voice gave her a fairy-like quality that felt very taboo. This entire thing was unthinkable as far as society was concerned, but as an artist, well… he wasn’t exactly one to follow convention, was he?
“Mmmmh…”
'Oh god, I’m close," she whimpered. “I’m…”
There was no way he’d be able to fit anything in that pretty hole of hers, but it didn’t much matter as he continued his attack on the microscopic little bud just above it. Her back bowed and she bucked into his mouth as her hands braced against his nose. He chuckled into her, not letting up as she began to crest that wave, and soon she shuddered and shook in his hands, screaming out her orgasm. Keith was surprised to be able to feel–and taste–the gush of juice that came out to wet his tongue.
When he pulled away, Dawn was pink everywhere and breathing like she’d run a marathon. Meanwhile, he’d barely lifted a finger, and still managed to have such an effect on this worldly, experienced woman. The thought went straight to his now painfully-sensitive cock.
“Aw,” he teased, sitting back on his heels, “What happened, burn some calories there?”
“Holy shit,” she panted.
“You’re glowing.”
“I’m downright radioactive. My god, I could I could feel your… your tastebuds on me! And your voice, at this size, is… wow. Something else. If you get a chance, you should really try this.”
“I dunno, I’m kind of attached to being five-eleven. And I’d hate to have to change my driver’s license; you know how shitty the DMV is.” He smiled and flopped onto the bed next to her with a sigh.
Dawn sat up. “Hey, what are you doing?” she snapped.
“Winding down for bed?”
“Oh no you don’t. Not on my watch.”
“What are you going to do, give me a handjob? You’ll be at it all night.”
The little lawyer jumped up and stormed over to stand next to his hips, armed folded under her generous bosom. “I told you I liked a challenge.” That she did.
“I tell you what, I’ll take care of myself and you can help out if you’d like.” When he reached for the shape straining against the front of his boxers, she slapped his hand away. “Ow!”
“I’m not playing second fiddle to your fist!”
“Fine. Have fun and let me know when you get tired.”
Dawn smacked her lips together in thought, ignoring him for now. She was already preoccupied with formulating her plan of attack, slowly circling him, and he honestly couldn’t help the little twitch of excitement at having her single-minded attention. If nothing else, this would be… interesting.
Eventually, though, she climbed over his leg to stand between his knees, evaluating the beast.
“Well?” he asked with a smirk. “Little bigger than you thought?”
“Hardly,” she said, and proceeded to dive into the leg of his boxers. He was almost startled, but immediately the sensation of her sliding along the inside of his thigh, and the sight of her disappeared into the fabric was much more exciting than he was prepared to admit.
“…uhn.”
Then there it was. Little hands against his thick heat, and Keith nearly bucked.
