He’s an engineer. She’s three inches tall. Together they make it work. Follow this wholesome couple as they navigate their way through life’s adventures, big and small!
I started publishing my comic to Webtoons today! Here it is: https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/salt-pepper/list?title_no=896513
I do plan to post the strips here too 
Just focusing on getting it out to Webtoons first.
@Olo Argh I need to know the story here. Ah well, my brain can fill in the blanks!
@Nyx This looks interesting! I’m curious to know just how big he gets? If it’s closer to that 7ft mark ish, vs on the cover it looking like skyscrapers are tiny to him.
@SmolChlo Yeah I kinda hesitate in these spaces to mention that, yes I have had bad experiences on the GTS side… but I’ve also experienced plenty of misogyny/undue pressure with SW fans too 
Unfortunately with any group of people you’re just going to run into that shit!
But I do think this is a good reminder for folks, @TakoAlice8. I know there are some good people out there who worry that they’re a bad person simply for being into SW when that isn’t the case.
@Olo I don’t think I’ve ever thought of this but it resonates so much 
Back when I’d RP I did tend to tell people that I like it rough, maybe this is what I meant all along.
@Olo Thank you so much! Yeah, he’s totally able to “cheat” at any moment, it’s the first time I’ve written someone who is as close to god-like as a human can be. Honestly that’s part of the reason I might revisit them at some point, I think it would be interesting to try and write something from his perspective.
Having said that, this was a fun diversion and all but I’m also glad to have since returned to Aiden and Evie… I still have so much left to write for that before it’s ready eeek
@SmolChlo It would certainly make it easier to have private conversations in class hehe. Now neither one of them will be paying attention to the lesson 
Decided to post two in a day since this one was mostly epilogue-y. Hope you enjoyed this bit of smutty self indulgence! Also, in case it needs to be said… consent is important and manipulating someone’s feelings is not okay. The ending to this is intended to be a wee bit dark. This might be yet another set of characters that I might revisit, I feel like there’s a lot that could potentially be explored here. But at least for now, the end!
Chapter 10
When I open my eyes again and look up at the titan in the sky, I only see a flicker of whatever complicated emotions were resting in him before. But then he gives me a big smile, and the look on his face becomes much simpler to read. Lust. Fascination. Tenderness for his little toy who’s about to become even littler. I get swept up in the pure, uncomplicated excitement and smile widely in exchange.
“Alright, sweetie,” Ryder responds to me in a whisper, “Big finale time.”
I sit up straighter, taking a quick last look around the world. Where am I even headed? The pad of his finger could fit a house on it, but could it soon fit a skyscraper? A city? Is his fingertip about to become a veritable mountain?
I get one last full look at the giant’s face. And then he brings me in closer, and his mouth takes up more and more of my vision. It’s like he’s going in for a kiss, although that will have to be just pretend. Even from this proximity I can see the curves of a smile, his mouth is slightly parted to reveal the white of his teeth, his lips look warm and inviting… and forbidden. His exhale washes me in a warm wind and then the incredibly massive walls of pink come to life with his words.
“Slowly now…” he breathes. “Shrink for me.”
The sensation has become so intertwined with anticipation of what comes next that I start feeling immediate arousal when the heat encompasses me. I sigh and almost close my eyes with the pleasure of getting smaller, but I force myself to keep them open. I don’t want to miss this.
Neither does he. I catapult upwards, further up along his face, until Ryder’s finger is hovering back in front of his eye. Those eyelashes could be an expansive rainforest canopy. His irises contain a thousand shades of blue. The black pit of his pupil dilates as it focuses on me. And I can see it now, I can sense that he’s getting bigger.
“How far down you’ve come,” he purrs, his breathing growing shorter. “We’ve covered so much ground, too. Not only did I get to learn more about you… I got to learn more about myself. This has really been… something special, Isabelle…”
I look around at his finger expanding around me. The ridges of his fingerprint are slowly becoming ledges, and I make sure I’m positioned at the top of one. I don’t want to slip in between and lose sight of him. His voice booms ever louder, making me shudder.
“You just keep dwindling away… Less than a millimeter now… You’re too small for me to touch you anymore. You’d be crushed under a finger or drown in my mouth or get obliterated by my dick. All I’ve got is my voice… and my mind.”
The wave of arousal that hits me feels like an intentional one straight from him, a mind manipulation that fills my whole body. I moan happily as I receive this gift, laying back against the heat of the shifting skin. I look up at Ryder’s growing eye and blow him a kiss before I start touching myself.
The world is becoming primarily empty space. Everything beyond the giant is irrelevant. And even his head is becoming so distant that the sides of his face and the strands of hair on his forehead are becoming blurry. I’ve almost given up altogether on processing the scale of him.
“Stay with me, little one. I want you to watch.”
Nevermind… He’s not letting me give up. I groan, my fingers pressing against my sex as I close my eyes for a moment. The vision that he sends me is clearer that way. It’s a little jarring, now that the world is getting so faraway and fuzzy, to see his hand so clearly. His forefinger is raised higher than the rest, though anyone else who might see this picture wouldn’t understand why. I feel one last bout of heavy vertigo as the warm platform I’m on lifts me higher, and I watch from his perspective as he brings his finger closer to his eye. I make out a single minute dot perched on that fingertip, like a piece of dust.
“Do you see that, Isabelle? That little speck. That’s you, sweetheart. That tiny, precious speck… And it’s just getting smaller and smaller and smaller…”
The ridges in his finger are taller than me at this point, and I lay along the summit of one like it’s a balance beam. The digit truly is becoming mountainous, and I’m about to get lost in the labyrinth of his skin cells. I’m practically nothing. No one could ever notice my existence like this. Well… except for one person. The only one who matters.
“So tiny… Fuck, I can barely even see you at all now…”
His whisper rocks my existence and elicits one intense orgasm, and then another, and then another. I writhe and twitch and moan as I succumb to the ongoing stream of pleasure, watching my world expand while also watching a vision of myself continuing to shrink.
“Going… going… “
I gasp as I see the little dot blip out of existence, and I come harder than I ever have.
“…Gone.”
Uggghhhhh.
I feel heavy. So incredibly heavy. It feels practically impossible to move a muscle. But I try. I can feel my closed eyelids twitching from the effort. Something distant catches my attention… What is that noise?
A single flutter of my eyelashes makes me squeeze them shut again from the light. I groan and now the rest of my face slowly wakes up too, scrunching into a frown. Oh, it’s… it’s birdsong… The robins and wrens heralding the rising sun… It’s…
It’s morning. Oh my god. I’m not in my bed. Where am I?
I force my eyes to stay open this time. I’m facing a light gray wall and navy blue bed sheets. Yeah, I’m definitely not home. I quietly roll over in bed, my head the first thing to fully turn around. I’m still in Ryder’s dorm room. And there he is, just across the room, in his own bed. His back is turned to me, he’s presumably asleep. I stare at the nape of his neck as my heart rate steadily increases.
I don’t remember how I got here. What did we do last night? Were we drinking? No, I don’t think so. Did he drug me? God, I hope not. But I can’t think of any other explanation for why I’m still here and feeling so out of it.
And what a fucking dream I had. Despite the severity of the situation, in the back of my mind I’m still trying to hold on to it. I’m not usually so good at remembering my dreams, and I’ve already forgotten exactly where it ended before I woke up. The idea that I’m probably not going to remember it for much longer makes me feel unexpectedly sad. A feeling I completely ignore - there are far more pressing matters at hand.
Okay seriously, what happened last night? I can’t make sense of any of it. Shit, I think I may have ended up taking my clothes off? Oh wait… I shift under the bed sheets, getting a sense of the rest of my body. No, I’m still wearing the same outfit as yesterday, I either put it back on or never took it off. Actually, I’m remembering a little more now… Did I get sick? I recall having really weird symptoms at some point, a lot of dizziness. Maybe Ryder helped me lay down on the bed and then–
My heart stops. As I shifted my arm up, I caught the smell of something coming off of my skin. Citrus. The lemony scent of that wet wipe. This is what triggers the lingering dream to blast into clarity in my mind.
Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. It wasn’t a dream at all, was it?
I curse under my breath, my eyes widening as I stare at the back of Ryder’s head with sudden fear. I’m sober now. He’s not controlling my mind anymore, I can see it all so clearly. Holy fuck. I’m looking at a man who has super powers. Powers that he used on me, that he… violated me with! I mean, right? Jesus Christ, I could have died last night. I don’t care how… how careful he was being, how safe I felt at the time… I only felt that way because he wanted me to. Right?? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—
Calm down, I tell myself. No use in panicking. I don’t budge from the bed - I’m not sure I’d be able to move right now, I’m so freaked out. I start taking in deep breaths, as slow and long as I can. Gotta settle my heart rate a little bit… Ugh, I could sure use a dose of manufactured calm right about now.
Finally my legs are working again, and I carefully push myself up into a sitting position, all the while keeping my eyes fixed on the guy who became my titan last night. His breathing is slow and regular, he definitely looks asleep. I notice my backpack is at the foot of the bed I’m in. I should probably try to sneak out of here right now.
Slowly, cautiously, I extend one foot towards the floor while my arm reaches out for my bag. I feel the shaggy rug beneath my foot as I settle my weight down. The feel of the thick carpet triggers a memory of when it was like tall grass against my calves. I pause, staring down at the ground, imagining how expansive the green was last night. It gives me a little flutter in my chest. And embarrassingly, um… it’s not an unpleasant flutter…
Setting my jaw, I put my other foot on the floor as I quietly pick up my backpack and slip it on. As a strap passes over my shoulder, one of the zipper pulls makes a clinking sound, and I hold my breath as I watch Ryder’s shoulder twitch. I stand as still as I can for a couple of minutes, frozen in place as I wait to see if he’s waking up or not. I’m staring so hard at the back of his head that I notice every detail - the disheveled copper hair, the angle of his cheekbones, the way his neck curves where it meets his shoulder… My imagination starts wandering. He’s wearing a shirt now but I got to see so much more of him mere hours ago, so incredibly much…
Hold on. Come to think of it… Why didn’t he erase my memories from last night? Assuming that everything that I’m remembering was real, now that I’m sober it absolutely makes sense to me why he wouldn’t let the others keep any recollection of the fantastical things he’s capable of. His powers are much more useful to him if they’re kept secret. It really doesn’t make any sense that I can remember so much of last night. Yes, I asked him to keep my memories intact… and a part of me is… relieved that he did…
I shake my head and grit my teeth. I need to leave.
It doesn’t seem like he actually woke up, so I carefully tiptoe to the front door, silently slip on my shoes, and with bated breath I very carefully turn the doorknob. No rusty hinges thankfully, and no one is making noise out in the hall. I manage to open the door without a sound…
“Isabelle?”
I freeze in place again, my muscles taught. I’m ready to bolt and just try to make a run for it. But… hearing his voice like that, I can’t help but pause… and look back…
Ryder’s still in bed, now sitting upright. He looks… exhausted, actually. Dark circles under his eyes, a wobbly disorientation in his gaze. There’s a rather severe expression on his face, one that I haven’t seen before. He looks conflicted. Almost fearful.
But he forces a smile and makes no effort to stop me, simply saying, “It was really nice getting to know you.”
“Mm-hmm,” I respond reflexively.
I stand in the doorway for a few seconds longer, and in those short moments I feel a series of battles erupt in my mind. Making eye contact with him like this, I… I can’t help but feel a sense of longing. It’s so fucked up, I must be out of my mind. I’ve seen what he’s capable of. I know how powerful and how dangerous he can be. But… dammit, he and I shared such an intense connection last night that was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never felt more alive, I discovered so much about myself, and yes it all seems terribly wrong on the surface, but deep down inside me… it still feels right. The feelings for him that I’ve been carrying these last three semesters haven’t gone anywhere, if anything they’ve gotten stronger. I can’t deny that I still care about him.
Maybe he’s using mind tricks on me this very second. I don’t think he is, I could always sense it when he was influencing me, but it’s not impossible. Where would we even be able to go from here? How am I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not anymore? How am I supposed to trust any sort of happiness that he’s able to give me?
Then again. If I can’t tell the difference between real happiness and fake happiness… does it really matter?
Aaarrghhh. Fuck it.
I give him a hard look, and within my brain I sheepishly form a thought that I try to send across the room. See you Saturday?
Ryder’s reaction is subtle, but even though I’m big again, I feel like I can still notice his micro expressions. Eyes widening in surprise. Shoulders drooping with relief. Face smoothing out into a much more genuine smile.
See you Saturday, he responds silently, clear as day.
I close the door.
@Olo You make a good point! Maybe it’s like her safety rope in enjoying this strange fantasy of hers. “Make me disappear, but like… hold my hand” lol
@subasubaski This is a very interesting perspective to read, and you bring up some points that I haven’t thought about (like capitalism getting in the way of this if it gets too popular). I do also need the reminder that in my own social bubble, people are very accepting - to my knowledge, none of my friends are furries, but if the topic of furries comes up, everyone is like “eh, that’s cool, whatever makes them happy.” Society at large is not always so kind, far from it.
I’m not sure if I think it’s completely fair to say that interest in size is purely a fetish community though. There’s such a wide spectrum of preferences among people - you may not enjoy a friendly, happy life with tiny people, and that’s ok! But I know I certainly do, even within my NSFW interests - I understand the BDSM comparison to some extent, but in my case, for the most part, the kink doesn’t feel like BDSM at all. Plus the SFW side has existed for just as long as the NSFW side, and I’m personally so glad for it, otherwise I might not have figured out this part of myself to begin with. I’ve had an interest in being tiny for as long as I can remember, and I recall being a kid in the early days of the internet and coming across some giantess NSFW sites that I was absolutely too young to see. It was honestly a little traumatizing and I almost just started repressing this side of myself altogether. It was then such a relief to find a sfw community and be able to explore the interest as a nonsexual one before it eventually matured into a sexual one.
I dunno, just wanted to share my perspective! I do see where you’re coming from though, considering your own interests within the fetish.
Chapter 9
Isabelle? Say something.
I’m roused by the sound of a familiar voice. Odd that it’s not completely rocking my world right now. Oh… right, that’s because it’s in my head.
Does it have to be out loud? I wonder.
I feel the chuckle a lot more intensely now that he uses his mouth. "Okay good. I’ve got you mentally, now I just need to find you… physically.”
My eyelids slowly blink open and my gaze rolls around dizzily. Ugh. Things got a little too intense there. I must have blacked out for a second. What happened again? For a moment I don’t bother to move but just try to make sense of the landscape. I remember plummeting… And whatever I’m laying on doesn’t feel alive… I probably landed on the bed sheets again? That would explain why the floor and walls are navy. Huh, the sky is flesh colored.
Oh. Duhhhh. There’s my giant. I was so busy looking for a mountain that I didn’t realize how close Ryder was. The vast expanse of his skin is only about a hundred feet or so above me.
“You probably shouldn’t move too much,” I say with a giggle.
“I’m holding as still as I can,” he responds with a slightly amused tone as well. “I don’t see you anywhere… This is a bit of a pickle, isn’t it? Are you not on me anymore?”
“Nope. You got some good distance there. That was so awesome, Ryder… I came so hard too…”
“As happy as I am to hear that, sweetheart, I’m going to keep focusing on figuring out where you went.”
“Heh. I’m like… under some part of you. I dunno, you can probably get up, just go straight upwards and don’t move around.” I stretch my arms above my head as if having just woken up from a relaxing nap. Then I slowly sit upright and look around some more. “Ooo, there’s a fold in the fabric that looks like a cave. Imma go in there.”
“Alright, go hunker down,” Ryder says with a smile in his voice. After a few moments, once I’ve crawled into the dim shelter, he says, “Brace yourself…”
It was probably a good idea that I went in here. I’m sure he’s being careful, but the ceiling of skin briefly approaches with a reverberating creak of the bed before it pulls away. Suddenly there’s a lot more light and I’m feeling far more alert. I peek out of the bedsheet cave in time to see the titanic body grow more distant as the giant gets up before turning back towards the bed.
I still have trouble making sense of him, but I think I had previously just been sitting either under the curve of his waist or a protruding forearm. Wow, yeah, that was some serious distance indeed. No wonder I passed out. Thankfully I didn’t, like… die.
“Where are you, little speck?” Ryder sings, and I go from only being able to take in his stomach and chest, to finally being able to properly see his face again as he crouches down.
I hold still, probably more still than I should, as I’m transfixed by his every magnified movement. This is so ridiculous. He’s a force of nature to me, like a supercell rolling in. I tremble as I stare at the way his mouth forms words.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are… Heh, are you hating that you’re the center of attention right now? After putting all that effort over the years trying to pass unnoticed.” He pauses, giving me enough time to blush fervently, before saying, “No… You’re loving it, aren’t you? You’re enjoying me witnessing how little of you there is left. For me to know you’re around, to be looking for you, but you’re just so easy to pass by…”
As if on cue, his gaze moves right over the fold of fabric that I’m in. And yet he didn’t even pause, he simply didn’t realize that I’m there. My breath catches and shudders on the exhale.
“But I’m going to find you, Isabelle,” Ryder hums, “Actually, I like your idea from earlier. Let me just take a quick look through your eyes.”
I feel his presence, as if he’s just behind me and leaning his chin on my shoulder. It’s not unlike when he speaks to me telepathically, even though he’s quiet. I watch as the distant titan seems to gaze off into space and then he mumbles, “Okay… There I am…”
It takes a few more moments as he gets his bearings, using both his vision and mine. His face turns in my direction, goes a tad too far, course corrects. His brilliant blue eyes go a little too high… a bit too far to the right… then they settle into place.
“…And there you are.”
His presence vanishes from my shoulder and all I have now is his much bigger self outside, leaning in towards my cave, reaching a hand up, extending a finger. It comes closer and closer, as big as a redwood tree, and it gingerly enters the mouth of the cave so that it can push the fold of fabric away to properly reveal me. Light bathes the area, but my eyes are still wide as I blink up at him. His face takes up most of my vision.
“Hi,” he booms with a grin.
“H-hi,” I weakly respond.
Ryder’s forefinger lingers, coming dangerously close. It hovers beside me, then it lands on the fabric, and I almost fall into the indent it creates.
“Jesus,” he mutters, “You’re literally the size of a flea. I want to pick you up but I’m not sure how to do that at this point.”
I rip my sights away from his face to take a closer look at his fingertip. I wonder if I could scale up the ridges… The digit is two or three stories thick so it would be quite the climb. But before I can suggest anything, the giant sits back up straighter and says, “Oh wait, I have an idea.”
I yelp at his finger rocketing away, and I wait out the maelstrom of movement as Ryder turns around and stretches an arm towards where I know his desk is. He scrambles a hand around until finally finding what he had in mind, then he turns back around, holding something white and flat. It takes him a few moments to find me again.
“Here, crawl up onto this,” he orders, the monumental business card coming in for a landing. When it touches down it creates a gust of wind that momentarily knocks me over. Thankfully it didn’t blow me away completely.
I hesitate, taking in the detail of the cardstock. From my perspective, the white card is several inches thick. And since it’s not lying completely flat on the uneven bed sheets, I can’t even simply step aboard, I’m going to have to hoist myself up. I take a deep breath and make my way to the platform, passing over the bumps of the navy blue threads. Eventually I manage to scramble up onto the business card. I can feel the slight vibrations in the ground simply from the fact that Ryder has his fingers pinched around it, reminding me that the human body is incapable of staying completely still. I find myself hurrying towards the center of the rectangle, wanting to get as close as I can before he decides to start moving in earnest.
“Where are you going?” the titan asks, sounding amused. I glance up at his face that is currently my sky.
“Away from the edge,” I explain.
“Not much point in that,” he chuckles, “I still want you on me…”
I gasp and immediately fall over as the ground lurches. For a brief moment it’s like I’m on an Olympic pool-sized elevator that’s shooting upwards, but then there’s a pause before the ground starts tilting instead. Disoriented, I begin sliding, but the texture of the paper at this size is bumpy and not exactly slippery against my bare skin, so I quickly transition into a roll and a tumble until I land with a grunt onto warm flesh.
“See?” he thunders, “I just needed to transfer you. Now you’re safe and sound on the tip of my finger.”
I roll over onto my back, wincing from the intensity of that transfer. “Oh, okay. Cool,” I sigh with a smile and an eye roll.
I get up to hands and knees just in time to feel downward pressure from the g-force of the finger lifting up. For a moment I’m staring at the skin that I’m crouched on, marveling at its texture, noticing how a single ridge in his fingerprint fills my hand like the curve of a large water bottle. I extend my attention to the rest of the perch that I’m on, the pad of his finger about thirty feet wide - huge if you consider it’s a fingertip, not so huge once I think about how dire it would be if I fell over the side. And then finally I look up, up at the approaching blue of a massive iris, as Ryder brings me closer and closer to one of his eyes. I stare and swoon at the pools of cerulean that I could swim in.
“It’s definitely harder to make out your face… “ the giant murmurs, squinting. “But there’s your head, so those must be the arms…”
The brief break as he examines me gives me enough time to go into a sitting position at least. But then I yelp at the sudden dungeon drop of him pulling me away again – I feel like I might actually catch some air from the unexpected descent. The dude needs to slow down. But I’m still coasting on my inner peace or whatever, so I manage to enjoy the ride. I see way more of his face now and try to take in every detail.
Ryder smiles widely and says, “From here you look like a little sprinkle. I just want to put you on an ice cream cone and gobble you up.”
I groan and wistfully comment, “Now you’re making me want ice cream…”
It’s true that, as much as I appreciate his body warmth, between the heat of the shrinking process and all of the adrenaline from the evening, a frozen treat sounds pretty refreshing. I lean back and out of nowhere, my mouth moves on its own. “What are you doing this weekend?”
I’m almost too small to make out my keeper’s mega micro expressions. But even though his features are all so spread out, I catch the slight narrowing of his eyes, the slackening of his smile, the minute furrow in his brow. “Why?” he asks softly.
“Want to go get ice cream on Saturday?” I suggest.
There’s a surprisingly long pause. I’m not sure if he’s deliberating or surprised at my suggestion or what. I’m starting to feel self conscious as I wonder what’s going on in his mind, but finally he chuckles and says, “There’s a place I’ve been meaning to check out, actually…”
“Is it called Sundae’s Finest??” I exclaim eagerly.
His eyebrows raise. “It is! On Fourth street?”
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to try it out too! Let’s do it?”
There’s another chuckle, and a slight shake of his head that’s dizzying to look at. And there’s a mysterious look in his eyes.
“You realize we’d be hanging out together,” he says, “In public.”
“I don’t care!”
There’s another pause as Ryder continues to stare. I’m still trying to read him and am struggling to. It doesn’t look like any kind of negative emotion, I don’t think. He just looks a bit… disoriented? Maybe?? I’m feeling a bit unsettled myself.
“Are you sure about that?” he finally asks.
“I…” My mouth shuts as it’s my turn to pause and falter. Eventually I admit, “I mean, of course I’m not sure. My feelings are… extremely confusing right now.”
I try to meet his eyes, knowing that it’s impossible, that I’m too small for him to make mine out. But it certainly feels like he can, from the way he looks at me so intently.
With a deep breath I take a moment of introspection. I’m aware that, because of him, I’m not quite acting like myself. But there’s still enough of me left to know that what I’m feeling right now, in this very moment, is genuine. This intense fondness that I have for Ryder, it predates any kind of mind manipulation, I’m sure of it. And I’m desperate to make sure that whatever we have now, whatever this relationship is… that it extends past tonight.
“I’d like for us to hang out,” I say firmly, making myself sound as sober as possible. “Please.”
He sighs, the wind gust whipping at my hair despite the distance. He’s truly a force of nature. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and the depth of emotion behind his eyes seems to stretch. Finally he rumbles, “…Okay.”
There’s something odd in the air. Seriously, what is that look in his eyes?? I can’t handle it. The mere sight of him is overwhelming me - with arousal, with affection, with embarrassment. I feel like he might be getting overly sentimental about the crumb of a girl sitting on his fingertip. The aura he’s exuding is so… loving. That’s the only word I can come up with. But that’s ridiculous, isn’t it? We hardly know each other, and I’m the one who’s been intensely crushing on him all this time, while he’s just enjoyed toying with me.
This is stupid. This is too much. I cover my face. I feel like I’m back in middle school, getting vulnerable over some guy before making a fool of myself and just wanting to vanish. For years I’ve wondered what that would even be like, and it doesn’t feel like a coincidence that I’ve slowly been finding out all evening.
And now my curiosity is about to get the best of me.
“Ryder?” I say softly, hands still over my eyes.
“Yes, Isabelle?”
“I want to get smaller,” I sigh, squeezing my eyes shut in my own darkness. “I… I want to know what it’s like to disappear.”
@TakoAlice8 I love that you posted this, because I actually know exactly what you’re talking about. Maybe it’s because for me personally, while this is absolutely a kink, it’s so much MORE than that - I’d about 90% of the time it’s just a deep interest that might give me the warm and fuzzies but doesn’t make me feel hot and bothered. With that said, I interact a lot with the sfw G/t community, and it feels like almost an entirely separate thing from the kink side. And I’ve thought before that there are similarities between that and the furry community. Lots of young people, lots of acceptance and support for the full LGBTQ+ and neurodivergent spectrums. I’ve seen some cute romance stuff, but oftentimes the relationships between the big and small are platonic friendships, and it’s more about the appreciation of the size difference, the adventures that can come from it, the comfort it can bring someone, etc.
The few people that I’ve told about this side of myself have reacted with various versions of “aww, that’s really cute!” and maybe that’s because I usually lead with the sfw aspect - that I’ve always been really into fairies and wish I could be one - and then add on that it’s also a bit of a kink for me, like a domination thing. One of my friends had at least heard of GTS and was like “yeah, I can understand that,” another was like “omg I love fairies too, that’s adorable!” and was interested in talking about the science side of it, etc. None of these people ended up having the kink themselves, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t find the concept interesting and enticing in some way.
As for something like a convention, I think there’s a bunch of ways people could cosplay for it if they wanted! For Halloween a few years ago I was part of a Peter Pan group - naturally I was Tinkerbell and my husband was Hook lol. It was super fun for me! And if I ever make it to sizecon I’d love to dress up as a borrower. It’s not quite as universal as a fursuit but it’s still possible to enjoy that side of it.
And I think there’s plenty that could appeal to the masses if there was an in person G/t convention. People enjoy miniatures, you can find those kind of exhibits already (just think of all the model train bros). Same with giant things. Areas with small objects, areas with big objects, a ren faire style fairy garden thing, all of that could be fun for anyone. Same with the D&D one shots and room escape that were already at size con. You might see the occasional Arietty or Antman cosplay, fairy costumes, people walking around with figures riding on their shoulder or in their pocket. There are plenty of sfw artists who could display/sell their work, and just like at normal family-friendly anime conventions, you could still have some lewd options in designated areas. I could go on and on with potential ideas. If someone wanted to do some sort of event or exhibit along those themes and not advertise it as a sexual thing, I think all sorts of people would show up.
Do I actually think it could go mainstream? I don’t thiiink so, at least not from the kink side for all of the reasons mentioned. And even from the sfw side I’m just not sure the number of size fans even comes close to the number of furries - I’m not sure how much of that can be altered by simple awareness that the fandom exists. But I don’t think it’s completely out of the question. And even if it’s ultimately unrealistic, it’s just so fun to dream about!!
And I personally don’t think that it would ruin what we’ve already got in the kink community, I think it could all coexist. Maybe if it became more popular, some of it might go down the 50 Shades of Grey route and not be at all what we want, but maybe we would also get some better stories too. That might just be me being naïve though. Like Olo mentioned, I’m not waiting on mainstream media to catch up - there’s already plenty of great content to see and to make, and I’m content with that.
