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The initial confusion and disbelief in finding a tiny person and/or the shock and horror of looking up at the face of a giant will never not be

As others have mentioned, foot fetishes are extremely common, and there’s a lot of overlap between feet and size content - on multiple fronts. I’m not a foot person myself, but this is what I’ve observed:

Fetish-wise, there’s the obvious dom-sub dynamic, themes of humiliation, dehumansation, etc. I would also add to this: reverence. Feet have historically, and for many cultures, been associated with reverance and a show of respect (this is still hierarchical in nature so is not mutually exclusive to dom-sub dynamics), e.g. kissing or bowing at the feet of someone, worshiping the ground someone stands on, washing someone’s feet (this one can alternatively be also a show of care).

Physiologically, feet are common erogenous zones. People like having their feet touched because it feels good (or they like touching other people’s feet because they think it will feel good to the other). But also some people just simply find them appealing in some way; aesthetically, out of fascination, whatever the reason may be.

Narratively, it can also make sense to have feet as a significant or primary theme to a size story. Like, if tinies and giants stand on the same ground, giants’ feet would be one for the first things for tinies to notice. It’s also a very perilous position, which is always great for action/drama.

But, to talk to your specific point about seeing a lot of feet in size content lately: honestly, there’s always been a lot of this - see above - but it probably seems more obvious due to greater use of generative AI making image creation much easier and accessible, and able to manifest more people’s ideas/fantasies. Not to make this a discussion about AI (that really isn’t my intention), that’s just what I end up seeing if I go a-browsing for more size content.

A quick picture that was prompted by the recently passed Hug A Giant Day. And I wanted to mess around with my new tablet Thought I would also share a bit of an extract of an unfinished story of mine about a Borrower at a remote workers’ camp/site (likely will remain unfinished, unfortunately. At least for now).

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Dee careened her neck upward as Kristian covered the already small gap between himself and the desk, until his face loomed above. Her heart raced, painfully pounding in her chest, at the uncertainty of what the Bean had planned for them tonight…or perhaps it was excitement?

“I thought we could watch a movie together,” he said, lowering his hand down, open in front of her.

Without further prompting, Dee crawled nervously into the cup of his palm. His fingers, as he had quickly learned to do, curled gently upward as a barrier for her as he moved, heading to the barely-long-enough bed.

“I don’t really watch tv. I tend to stream things instead, on my phone. And…” Kristian paused to adjust his pillows against the wall at the head of his bed before carefully settling on the mattress atop the sheets.

Propped up slightly by the pillows, he lay back and stretched out on the king-single with a long sigh. Dee could see that there was little room to accommodate his length, noting that his feet were close to reaching the edge already. She was too distracted by the sight that she let out a small yelp as Kristian’s began to tilt and slope downward. And with a light plop, she landed on Kristian’s chest. Dee didn’t seem to notice the lingering pain biting her behind as, in some half-dazed state, she stared up at the Bean’s massive face. She had never been so close to him before, about one of her arm’s length away, to be able to see the tiniest movements and features on his skin. Had the mole under his eye always been so raised? Kristian didn’t seem to notice her looking at him, as his eyes darted back and forth at the distance behind her.

“I thought you might want to watch something on a screen that’s better suited to your size,” he continued absently as he scrolled through the tv and movie options on his phone.

At this distance, his voice boomed and reverberated through his chest and rippled through her entire body. His breath, smelling faintly of the fruity dessert he had just eaten, blew through just the top of her head. Unable to decide where to look, and far too stimulated by the swathes of new sensory experiences, she settled on turning around to see what Kristian was so focussed on. His phone, resting at the intersect of his chest and abdomen, shone clearly and brightly with flashing colours as his thumb swiftly swiped up, down and sideways on the screen. Indeed, she noticed that it resembled a television, like those installed in all of the camp’s rooms, but much more compact. In fact, when turned on its long side, it stood slightly shorter than she did.

The tiny borrower was drawn by the device like a moth to a bright blue-lit screen, and Kristian watched as she crawled over to the phone. As she reached out to touch the glass, he drew his thumb back, letting her own tiny fingers run along the cold surface. Surprisingly, the screen still reacted as she copied the movements of his thumb using her entire hand. Having become acutely aware of the tiny woman on him, he savoured the sight of her little body on his, taking up only a fraction of the expanse of his chest. She barely weighed a thing, yet her hands and knees tickled his skin. With her tiny rear in the air, it took all his willpower to resist pinching her little waist between his fingers and giving her a firm, satisfying squeeze. But Kristian stopped himself before the cute aggression steered his imagination to unsettling thoughts. God, she was cute though.

Dee gazed curiously at the pictures and animations of his phone, fascinated by them and how she was able to control their movements so easily, like a conductor guiding an orchestra with a flick of her hand. A smile gradually widened on her face: there were so few Bean things she could handle, let alone so smoothly. For a few seconds, she felt part of the Beans’ world; not as a begging floor-height visitor, but as normal as any of the Beans in the camp; watching their televisions, lying on their beds, without a worry that one of the housekeeper-ers would burst in with their monstrous vacuums, ready to suck up any poor soul in their path.

I’ve been mulling over a particular theme (trope?) of gods who are super unfamiliar with the customs of mortals who worship them. In this case, more than one piece of fabric to cover one’s body seems excessive to the divine. Or maybe just a convenient excuse to take a peek at what mortals have to hide - not that a god needs an excuse.

Relevant responses from OOP:

Replying to u/Kamenriderfan001(@Size_Master)

• Thank you for sharing this, I can definitely relate to your ex! Your story has given me something to think about. Big-Tiny employment integration efforts have been going for some time (the past decade or so), but at the same time, it still feels pretty new? If that makes sense. I’m aware that there are some protections, especially for tinies, but I’m not very familiar. I just started assuming people would already be doing the right thing, hence why I wondered if maybe I was just overthinking things, or expecting too much. This is also my first full-time office job so I really don’t know what’s “right or wrong”. I can’t afford legal advice, but I will do some research into what my rights are!

Replying to u/RancidMango3223 (@Olo)

• We were very lucky that my country’s isolation let us avoid the MINUS pandemic. I can only imagine what it would be like if I, or any other Tinies got even smaller! Would they even be able to communicate with Bigs at all?? What a strange disease…
  I mean, I don’t know about the whole “conspiracy” thing where you are, but Tinies are definitely a reality here (hello!). Though you do sound like you’re one of those anti-Tiny conservatives that picketed the Dean’s office back when I was at university.

Update posted February 15, 2XXX

UPDATE: So on the recommendation of many of you, I started looking into my country’s work laws, worker’s rights and other things. And you were right: they were really similar to your own health and safety laws. Unfortunately, some aren’t as robust, like certain actions that businesses should be doing that are just “guidelines” or “strongly recommended”, like accesses and egresses. I believe there are new laws coming in, but the bills are yet to be passed (I’m also no law expert, so a lot of this is WAY over my head).

But coincidentally, a few days after my original post, the company owner/big boss visited the office. It was a random drop-in apparently, to see how things were going. Despite being given some notice, my manager didn’t give me a heads up, like he didn’t want me to know the big boss was coming in. I only happened to meet the big boss when my “corner office” started shaking and I ran out of there (a habit I developed after the time I broke the window). He was standing so close to it that his next step would have landed right on top of it. He stopped though and was just staring at it. He looked really mad. It’s already scary having a Big towering over you (no, you never get used to it), let alone a very angry one.

I was so terrified that I couldn’t move. I just stared at my small, vague reflection on the toe of his polished boot. Luckily, he turned back at the small crowd of Bigs behind him (my manager being among them) and demanded to know what the “Tiny advisor was doing in a shoebox.” He didn’t give them an opportunity to give their excuses, and told them how deplorable and insulting it was that they were subjecting me to these conditions.

When he looked back at me, I had to stop myself from screaming in fright. But he bent down, offered me his hand and apologised on behalf of the company. He took me aside into a private one-on-one meeting (save for his assistant) and we had a long talk.

It started when he asked me how I was doing. I started answering, slowly first, but then it all just came out. I just talked and didn’t stop. I told him everything I mentioned in my original post, plus more. I even offered to forward the emails I sent to my manager (thank gods that I kept a trail!). I was in tears by the end of it. Big boss listened quietly, but his expressions said a lot (mostly anger). He was really disappointed to find out all of this because, he said, he was genuinely invested in making the company more Tiny-friendly. In fact, he was the one that pushed to have my position created in the first place.

He said that wanted to know how I was going from the beginning, but his schedule had been extremely busy lately and so he had to rely on my manager to keep him informed. Apparently, my manager never gave him my report, or even any updates beyond “oh she’s doing fine”. Also some nonsense about how I was “struggling to settle in”, which I guess wasn’t wrong, but he made it sound like it was my attitude that was the problem. Big boss was actually starting to worry about my apparent lack of progress, but felt that something seemed off. So when time opened up, he decided to drop by and see for himself.

He was probably just being polite, but I really felt heard. He gave me a tissue (I had to tear a corner that I could realistically use) and his finger to hold because I was shaking so much. He stayed with me until I calmed down while his assistant stepped out to make arrangements for my immediate transfer to head office. He told me to take as many days as I needed, and that when I’m back, to let him know and he’ll be the first to greet me at the door. I felt such overwhelming relief that I hugged his finger without thinking. I know it’s probably inappropriate work conduct, but I was just so happy to be out of that place. I don’t care enough about my manager to want to know what will happen to him, so long as I never see that snake again.

Lately I’ve been playing with a scenario that’s a take on the size trope of “tiny becomes the giant”: usually a fairy or a victim of shrinking becomes the giant later in the story and the power dynamic is switched.

It isn’t a revenge story, as they often are (though I do love a good city rampage if it progresses so). Rather, and without going into too much detail, the lady goes out of her way to help him return to normal, they succeed, and it’s revealed that he’s much MUCH larger than expected. It also presents an opportunity for him to return her kindness in all sorts of fluffy and/or spicy ways.

I’ve mentioned before that the older I get, the more my tastes change. This is one of those changes. Anybody else into this trope?

A sneaky drawing last night following a steamy scenario sharing with a friend. Can’t resist a cheeky butt wriggle even when you’re working your whole body

Update posted March 27 2XXX

UPDATE 2: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for your kind messages. I thought I would post an update and let you know how I’m doing: long story short, I’m doing much better and I getting out of bed doesn’t feel like a struggle anymore.

I am about a month into my job at head office. It’s so much nicer and accommodating than the other office. Despite also having a lack of Tiny infrastructure, they have been really receptive to my opinions and advice.

Big boss (my direct boss now) keeps me around him and he almost always takes me with him wherever he goes. In fact, he insisted. It took some getting used to for the both of us, but especially for him since he had to get used to handling someone much smaller than him. Mostly, it was finding the right place and just the right amount of pressure with his fingers when picking me up. On my part, I try to physically loosen up so I don’t put extra strain myself - I leaned that after a close call with some falling books, when he had to quickly grab me, and I froze and tensed up. Luckily I only ended up with some slight bruising and a bit of whiplash.

We got there in the end though. We talked about carrying me in an open palm as the ideal, but also alternatives for when he has to keep his hands free. If he keeps his top shirt button undone, there’s a comfy but secure space between his shirt collar and his neck that I like to nestle myself into.

I’ve also got my own desk on top of his desk so I can talk to him at any time (it’s kind of scary though, because he’s RIGHT THERE, like a huge wall of just him behind me). I don’t mind not having my own space anymore, because I feel much more free to walk around safely and without fear of being stepped on, swept up, or accidentally thrown in a bin.

His assistant is also really nice and really knowledgeable of Tiny culture - turns out his partner is also a Tiny (not unusual but still really rare) and they’ve invited me over for dinner and drinks on a night next month. They’ve also invited our boss too, so I guess they must be closer than I realised.

Also…I think I’ve left off enough details to keep this story untraceable, so I’ll venture to add that I think I have a MASSIVE crush on my boss. He’s really handsome, but also I keep thinking back to when he got really mad at my ex-manager and the rest of my ex-office team: he didn’t yell, but he was firm, with a deep, commanding voice. I know I was really scared at the time, but in hindsight it’s really…hot?? And he always smells really nice, like bergamot and patchouli (I know that sounds creepy, but he’s literally over my head most of the day, so I can’t help but notice!)

I’ve NEVER felt this way about someone. Yesterday, he was eating an icecream and I just stared, watching, wishing that it were me pressed up against those huge pillowy lips, dabbing my hands on his facial hair, and melting on that big tongue… Is that weird? And is it weird that I want him to pin me down on the table with his fingers while he tells me off and talks down to me? Or to sit on me (not for real, because that would kill me. His butt though…he’s got such a great butt).

I’m blushing so hard typing this, gah! It feels dirty. I feel like I shouldn’t be enjoying those kinds of thoughts; they seem really degrading…

But I guess the chances of any of that happening are pretty slim. I know better than to try anything - like I said, I want to keep my personal and work lives separate. He probably wouldn’t be interested in a Tiny, let alone a perverted one. Still, it costs nothing to dream. Maybe the logistics are something I can think about in my free dreams, hehe!

So I’ve been playing Baldur’s Gate 3 (I’m addicted, it’s a problem) and, unsurprisingly, been inspired by all sorts of D&D related size fantasies. I’ve been reacquainted with my love for giants in armour. More recently, and specifically, paladins or guardian/sentinel types.

Like, I’m already a fan of giants who are capable of immense destruction, but also great gentleness. So it’s fitting to fantasise about a big, handsome man in beautifully crafted armour, striding down through the narrow streets of some town or city; helping those in need while doling out justice indiscriminately to those who do harm. He is careful, mindful that each step creates tremors strong enough to shake the tiny citizens and their buildings (the extent of this depends on his size). Some narrower streets can’t accommodate the width of even one leg, so he sticks to the main road. Maybe he’s stationed at the city walls, watching from a distance and intervening as necessary. His size alone is enough to intimidate anyone to submission, but he doesn’t shy away from using his fist or boot on bolder types who like to test him.

I think the fun part of his character is that justice isn’t always kind or merciful; often driven by the laws, or the code of his patron, maybe his own if he’s aggrieved by the formers. Because despite paladins having a reputation of being virtuous do-gooders, he acts with impunity, to judge crimes as he sees fit against his code - all for the greater good. Say, if I’m up for a more destructive scenarios, he can try to be careful where he walks, but it’s difficult to avoid things that barely or don’t reach his ankle. But it’s a manageable consequence of keeping the citizens safe. Idealism and dogma can be really unsettling - more so when the person is a colossal juggernaut. They’re scary! And do I love me some fear and tension in my fantasies? I sure do!

Importantly, he is not above vengeance. One scenario I like to play with involves him saving his little love from a corrupt official or government that hides behind a private army, and those who get in his way face his wrath. He saves her, of course, but does she watch on in horror from the safefy of his palm or shoulder as he continues to mete out his rightous fury? Maybe - that depends on my mood - she couldn’t stop him anyway, not without some effort at least. By then, he’s razed a good portion the city to the ground, the antagonist’s armies are down to the last few soldiers who have survived or haven’t managed to run away. He won’t stop until the antagonist is judged accordingly.

I could go on, but those are the main points I think. My thoughts are a bit everywhere, but I just wanted to share and get it off my chest. It’s been such a turn on, let me tell you. I vaguely remember a story I read a while ago on the VSW Forum involving an armoured giant, but it has been a while and I wasn’t so into destruction then as I am now. I could do with more anyway

Other inspirations (from video games because that’s how I roll) have been the Tower Knight boss from Demon Souls, and Ornstein from Dark Souls (when he is powered up by absorbing his partner, cutscene at 1:10). But they could be bigger.

Between some tig ol’ biddies

@littlest-lily and @Nyx have pretty well covered what I’d like to see in M/f stories. Thank you both for your thoughts

I’m someone who enjoys character-driven stories, so I like knowing character backgrounds, their thoughts, their feelings, their issues, and how they navigate their relationships (friends, family, romance, etc.) and the world around them. In particular, the tiny is who I sympathise with the most as the fictional representative of my fantasy, so I want to know what goes on inside her head.

Content wise, I am primarily a gentle fan. I am a huge romantic and love a good sweet, lovey-dovey story. I prefer giant or growth scenarios, but still enjoy SW content - usually they are already tiny, like fairies or Borrowers; it will always be my first love. To me, being small represents a powerlessness against the world, rather than a pathway to submission or relinquishing personhood to become an object. I like tinies with (and who retain) autonomy, and are able to look after themselves (or they learn to). There are some things they just cannot achieve in their diminutive state and it can break them, because I am still a sucker for suffering.

For giants, as I’ve shared in a previous post, they are are capable of immense destruction, but also great gentleness; they’ll frighten you to submission, but will hold you against their big, broad chests afterwards for a cuddle. For literal giants, I also enjoy rampage or kaiju style scenarios with emphasis on domination or demonstrating their power, rather than details on gore or death.

For both GT or SW scenarios, fearplay all the way. And are the guys hot? You bet your ass they are.

If we’re sharing:

The only valid critism is that it’s NOT BIGENOUGH

I’m a big romantic, so I love a good GT romance. It doesn’t matter how they start off (friends, lovers, strangers) so long as they end up together, usually as a result of the size scenario. In saying that, I do tend to swing towards strangers first. For me, the size scenario an opportunity to build trust, rapport, reliance and/or dependence, etc. between the giant and tiny. So particularly for gentler fluffy stories, it comes almost naturally.

As a fearplay fan, I like a dynamic where the tiny is afraid of the giant for some reason or other, even after trust as has been established. The giant may be intentionally trying to scare the tiny, or unintentionally scares them simply by virtue of being a giant (usually combined with some other aspect of their character, e.g. he could be quiet and stoic, or is quick to anger, or is reckless and impulsive - hell, maybe he’s just got resting bitch face). Normally, the fear is peak at the beginning of their interactions, but there’s usually some tension remaining. Keeps things interesting for them.

@skysayl said:

Protective giants are the best, and you can’t change my mind.

Yesssssss. In the end, I love a good giant protector (I’ve already gushed over knights and paladin types on another thread, so I won’t repeat that). Not necessarily possessive, but certainly defensive.

@blehb said:

For someone to fully dominate you and not even do it intentionally- you feel so tiny and insignificant! And the best part is that the giant could be the nicest person ever. The idea of being so mean to a tiny might repulse them… unfortunately, they’re just so much bigger and stronger than you that the bullying happens on accident. And I love how flustered they get upon becoming aware of things.

This is the reason (and the kind of scenario) that converted me towards “unaware” content. It’s not usually a big part of my fantasies and is always temporary, but I use it to help emphasise the size and power difference between characters: she’s left in awe at how easily the giant is able to manipulate and manoeuvre his surroundings, and is all the more cautious/fearful when she realises how dangerous/destructive he can be when he’s unaware of her or anything else beneath him.

But he doesn’t mean it and super apologetic

OR he doesn’t mean it and is like "well, what do you think would happen? Don’t get in the way next time "

And things go from there.

I wouldn’t say it’s voyeuristic in the traditional sense, but for me, it’s a way of expressing admiration to both size and the male form (or, the giant male form). Big features maketh the giant fantasy. Anyway, yes, do rate

@Olo said:

@Jötunn Not just this collage but any image or description of M/f scenarios.

Fetish content that heavily emphasises the powerlessness of tiny women - and posted in the context of said fetish - is an unreliable indicator of whether someone is misogynistic or not. Plenty of people readily give that away themselves, without having to use media.