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    Posts made by miss-lillipants

    • RE: Disaster and confrontation

      @Olo

      @littlest-lily and @foreverlurk have covered a lot already, but I’ll also weight in. Unlike what the term suggests, it’s an approach to story-telling that’s not exclusively for women, but so named when understood as a contrast to the concept of the “male gaze” and as something that specifically centres a woman/women as a character.

      For me, as mentioned, it’s about building empathy and understanding for a character (usually, a woman) as a person with emotions, rather than someone to be objectified. They normally also have some agency, even if it’s just to have an opinion or thoughts in a hopeless situation, rather than some voiceless, mindless doll. I think the “slower” pace is a consequence of this kind of narrative rather than a characteristic per se because it takes time to develop something/someone that is complex, rather than simply focussing on what they look like and how that will gratify the viewer/reader. So you can already expect a build-up like that to be relatively slow - just depends on how much of a burn or detail the creator wants to achieve.

      This article is a good intro summary and also talks about respecting the character as well. Re: respect, I don’t think this should be synonymous with “liking” a character or putting them on some pedestal. You can create dislikable, even morally corrupt characters, who you can respect/have due regard for as a person with depth, motivations, struggles, joys, etc. And then you can throw them in the bin - metaphorically and/or literally, whatever floats your boat.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: When Chaotic Good Giants Attack

      @littlest-lily said:

      I would love to read the story you mentioned 🥺

      ❤️ Sadly, it lives fragmented in the personal vault, but I’ll happily post if I get time to work on it! Amongst other things, it needs more interaction with wildlife, considering the characters and context.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: Disaster and confrontation

      @Nyx said:

      I’ve always loved the idea of a callous giant who can’t be bothered to relate to the tiny people at his feet. He has no issue trampling their cities or ruining their lives. Then, for whatever reason, he’s forced to understand the pain that he’s inflicted. Those “bugs” are people – with hopes and dreams, and he goes through a change of heart.

      Be still, my heart 😩 I’m such a sucker for some empathy building on the giant’s end (bonus points if he’s retained some meanness, but he’s working on it)

      @littlest-lily said:

      I feel like I’ve vaguely explored that concept when writing if I think about it (like a character feeling like “dammit, I need to stop being so scared of him! I’ll to force myself to interact so I get used to him!”)

      Yes! Actively engaging or confronting the Giant is wonderful. I imagine that, just like exposure to other things, sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn’t, sometimes it makes it worse. Different treatments for different people. If you or @SmolChlo (or anyone else) end up creating something around a retreat or wellness centre, I would happily consume.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • Disaster and confrontation

      I just finished watching the first season of Monarch: Legacy of Monsters, part of the Legendary Godzilla movie-verse (great show, do recommend). Aside from the flashbacks to the 50s/60s, it’s set after the events of the 2014 film when Godzilla attacks San Francisco. One of the characters (Cate) who survived was left traumatised by the attack and, on multiple occasions, is triggered by certain moments throughout the show up to when she faces him again.

      Now, I don’t normally find entertainment in people’s trauma (fictional or otherwise), but the show touched on a favourite gentle/comfort theme of mine in size-related stories: when a Giant is the source of a Tiny’s trauma, but also helps her manage it, first by confrontation then with more “hands on” methods.

      It’s super flexible, could be incorporated into different scenarios, e.g.

      • the giant may be directly responsible for what happened, or simply be a stand-in by virtue of being a giant;

      • could be a literal giant (hence my mention of Godzilla), or a human amongst a tiny populace or community;

      • maybe he’s been captured by the Tinies and limited in what he can do, or maybe the Giant and Tiny stumble into each other;

      • maybe he doesn’t actively help her, but circumstances force them to interact, or she’s signed up to some experimental treagment.

      If a Tiny is terrified, I am all for it. But giant exposure therapy? Slap that on me like butter on a pancake.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: When Chaotic Good Giants Attack

      @wildxpixie said:

      For sure if an ecologist -esque character is something they want to write, I have sooo much info I could provide

      I did a 2-week introductory ecological field methods trip not too long ago for work and study. Obviously it was just a snippet of what you guys do (am assuming you’re an ecologist or adjacent!), but so much of the work was such size fodder. We didn’t deal too much with flying critters, more handling skinks and shrews - istg I was screaming internally every second day with someone gently holding a tiny creature (and then letting them go, of course). It inspired me to write an idea/scenario with a ecologist-type meeting a borrower at a mining/work camp.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: When Chaotic Good Giants Attack

      @i-am-insane said:

      (Honestly, I find both versions hilarious; not!Steve Irwin as this advocate for protecting tiny women and their habitats just works

      Hahaaaaa sorry, I did read this, but I absolutely forgot when I replied. I was clearly too distracted by how nice a thought it was.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: When Chaotic Good Giants Attack

      I am absolutely for these kinds of giants 😊 and in my head, if he is like Steve Irwin, he’d also be really lovely and advocate for the well-being of critters Tinies and their environments.

      After @Olo’s alignment chart, I was thinking about how I really like giants who are really fascinated with Tinies; how they small they are, their tiny features, how they move, etc. Not in an obsessive/possessive kind of way, but not in a sterile, clinical way either. I feel like a lot of “chaotic good” giants would quite easily fall into this (though maybe I’m biased, because I love chaotic good characters).

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: I Claim Chaotic Evil For Us

      @Olo -chef’s kiss-

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: I F’d Up by accidentally taking part in an evil experiment (Reddit-style post)

      @SmolChlo said:

      Are they blending up human remains and feeding them to Dee?! 👀

      The struggle of having a Giant crave you in more than one way 😩

      Well, my thought about that was [REDACTED] 😉

      I like my giants and tinies to have a multisensory experience 🙂


      @Olo said:

      Freaky and enticingly open-ended. The shock-collar mechsuits were clever, fiendishly introduced after the physical side effects started taking their toll.

      Thanks! If work has taught me anything, it’s that internal retaliation is both petty and more likely to happen than one would think. Easy inspiration for the suits and their intent.

      I initially read “CIs” as “cis,” which is (pace Elon Musk) a perfectly cromulent way to refer to people whose bodies haven’t been transformed.

      I kept reading it as “cis” too, but it’s just a coincidence.

      I hope that in the end Dr. Too Little accepted the price she had to pay for witnessing such a miracle.

      She does, but she also doesn’t have much choice.

      posted in Stories
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    • RE: I didn't sign up for this. (Reddit-style post)

      u/Fleaboard_Kingpin69
      Replying to u/BurntProvider

      LOL dude you clearly need to divorce asap. Been in your position. Aside from the low chances of your wife recovering, there’s research that’s just come out that says that they can still pass on the virus through sex even if they’re no longer contagious - the mainstream media won’t tell you that. Let nature sort them out. Circle of life, survival of the fittest.

      posted in Stories
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    • I F’d Up by accidentally taking part in an evil experiment (Reddit-style post)

      (It’s been really fun and therapeutic for me, but this’ll be my last Reddit-style post for a while. Warning: this is not a shrinking one, but a giant one. I have my own thoughts on the outcome, but the ending is purposely left open to interpretation. It’s a little darker than my usual stuff, but nothing too graphic. Lots of “fill in the blanks”.)


      Posted in r/UnhingedWhistleblowing
      By u/MassReduction-6uwu9

      Note: This is a repost of a deleted post in r/WorkConfessions . There were no other updates and OP has deleted her account. It sounds bonkers, could just be trolling. Even with the details in the original post, I can’t find any evidence of what she’s saying online or in the media, but the whole MINUS thing has taught me to keep an open mind. Thought you all might appreciate it though. This was originally a massive wall of text, so I’ve added paragraph breaks where I think is appropriate. I’ve also edited out some details which might cause the post to be flagged and taken down, I’ll put them in [SQUARE BRACKETS].

      Trigger warnings: Suggestion or mentions of death, medical complications, violence/injury, insane workplace

      Mood spoiler: Don’t know, OP has been deleted. Kinda positive?


      I F’d Up by accidentally taking part in an evil experiment

      I’m (XXf) part of an independent research team who were commissioned by the military to partake in a rather suspect project. The project aims to make people, um…much taller than average. MUCH taller than average. Like “the size of a building”, “could take on Godzilla” kind of big. Honestly, that part’s no big secret since the whole thing was announced and published on mass media. What I’m sharing could very well land me in trouble, but after what I’ve learned over the past year or so, the whole situation is so screwed up a hundred ways to absolute shit. So I need to get it out there in case anything happens to me.

      For some background: as many of you know, despite the world going to shit, some countries still think it’s worth investing in “efficient and high impact” military programs to compete in a global pissing contest over who has the largest armed forces. Well, [REDACTED, OP’s country] decided to take that objective quite literally.

      A bunch of people were chosen to participate, and they stayed on-site in the [REDACTED] Compound as willing subjects (I hate using that word). The Compound is very remote, extremely hard to spot from above, and stretches several kilometres underground, where most of the work is done. The Compound accommodates anyone involved in the project, myself included. Unlike staff, subjects couldn’t be given completely furnished quarters that you’d otherwise expect when living away from home, given their “enlarged” states. The subjects were provided clothes, food, showers, recreational space, access to the outdoors (though limited and strictly monitored), and they could ask for extra things and gadgets which could be modified to match their new heights. As you’ll find out later, it became more difficult as the goalposts kept shifting further and further away.

      For simplicity’s sake, I’ll say that my team is involved with things that relates to direct contact with the subjects. I was new and assisted the Chief Investigators (CIs), collected data and went home/back to my quarters at the end of the day. For our safety, we’d talk to the subjects from a separate but conjoined Observation Room that was separated by a heavily reinforced polymer door. We could enter a subject’s space through the door, but it was too small for the subject to use themselves.

      I was fine with my position and the money was really good. I was a believer of the “less I know, the better” philosophy (and the other assistants were the same), until I learned that living in ignorance was living on borrowed bliss. Sad thing is (amongst many) I actually liked my role: I got to talk with the subjects, see how they were doing, and liaised with the staff to help the subjects be more comfortable. I got to know them and made friends with them, to the chagrin of the CIs.

      The project started interesting enough - I’ll venture to say reasonable even, compared to what they ended up doing. The subjects were originally meant to be “enlarged” to about 3-3.5m (10-12ft), which was successful and was stable. The subjects were able to do everything as normal (as normal as a person who had just doubled in height) for about 2 months before the project was directed to up the enlargement targets incrementally every couple of months or so. Roughly:

      6-7.5m (20-25ft)
      9-11m (29-36ft)
      12-15m (40-50ft)
      17-20m (55-65ft)
      24-30m (80-100ft) and so on…

      I personally don’t know the exact science, it was another team (maybe a few of them) that worked out how to counter the issues posed by the square-cube law. They kept that for higher security clearances. But after the third successful increase to 9-11m (29-36ft), at least half of the subjects were beginning to experience complications: chronic pain, constant headaches and nausea, difficulty breathing, loss of appetite followed by drastic loss of mass. Five of them, if you haven’t guessed yet, [REDACTED]. The CIs classed them as “unstable” and [REDACTED] as soon as their vitals [REDACTED]. Despite voicing their anxieties, the subjects were reminded of their obligations to the project, and that their contracts were iron-clad. Needless to say, they weren’t happy.

      By the 12-15m (40-50ft) mark, those remaining were given special, self-cleaning and hyper-flexible suits supposedly to help maintain anatomic stability. It was a lie:

      1. The timing conveniently aligned with the subjects’ heightened frustration and agitation; and

      2. Remotely controlled biometric mesh was built into the fabric which the CIs could activate to send out a “remedial reverberation” to “undesirable responses to instructions” (i.e. a painful electric shock sent directly into the spine).

      Whoever designed them must have been some fucking anime fan or something, because they looked like those suits you’d see on mech shows; sort of streamlined and covering from neck to toe.

      With every target being met, we lost more subjects. I listened to them as they described their pain, or told me something that turned out to be a hallucination (if you’re ever caught in a similar situation, the worst thing you can tell an agitated fucking giant is “no, that didn’t happen”). I watched them [REDACTED] as they asphyxiated, their organs failed, or their bodies effectively ate themselves. And then, after a couple of months, the ones still alive would undergo “enlargement” again. And on and on it went.

      They were my friends.

      I tried appealing for the CIs to object to any further changes, even reverse them, but they reminded me of my contract and the NDA I signed. I’m pretty sure they dropped some thinly veiled threats too. I know they’ve considered just letting me go, but they won’t. The other assistants have been let go or moved on; they didn’t need so many people on payroll with fewer giants in the Compound.

      Meanwhile, I developed close relationships with the subjects - my friends - that I was the only one that could keep them calm. And the bigger they got, the less certain the CIs were in being able to keep them in line. One of the CIs personally experienced how efficient a literal man-sized hand is in breaking multiple bones of a grown person in multiple places at once. They don’t try to keep me happy necessarily, but they don’t try to piss me off either. They mostly just make themselves scarce and leave me to do my job. There isn’t a hell of a lot I can do anyway with my limited security clearance.

      Eventually, it got down to just one guy (“Dee”). He and another person successfully (a subjective term) reached the 48-60m (160-200ft) target, but the other person [REDACTED] about a week after. Dee’s on the larger end of the target range. He’s the last remaining person from the original pool of 40. We’re the only ones who have any regular contact with each other. He’s about my age, maybe a bit older. He’s nice, kinda flirty. He calls me “Shorty” or “Doctor Too Little” (I’m not a doctor, but I’ll take it for the sake of the pun). We often eat meals together, don’t even bother with the separate rooms anymore to talk: he’d just pick me up and put me on his table.

      If I weren’t smaller than his finger, I’d go out with him. Hell, to be honest, I probably still would - it’s the situation, not him, that doesn’t make for a conducive dating environment. When I think about it, I thought seeing him grow every couple of months made me nervous, but it’s more of a…giddiness. I just smile, thinking about his big hands, fingers the size of tree trunks, but still able to deftly pick up whatever object I was holding to hang it over my head. He sure likes to tease. One time, I had my hand out towards him and he pretended to try to bite it. Turns out, the sound of huge teeth cracking on teeth is both horrifying and exhilarating. If it were someone else though, I wouldn’t have laughed.

      And God, he’s got shoulders for days - proportionately, not because he’s bigger than most apartment buildings. He just looks so good in that suit… Ugh, a suit that could cause him an indescribable amount of pain - do you see all the different levels of fucked up this is? That this whole thing makes me? Like, why am I even saying this?

      Anyway.

      Now down to just one giant, and after touting the program as being such a great success to the public, the CIs have become extra cautious on how best to proceed. They were lucky with Dee making it this far with few complications, so they were no longer interested in further enlargement and now invested in maintaining current levels. They’d observed a “noticeable” loss of hypodermic mass since the last enlargement. They had some initial success with something they had tried on the other giant who passed and were keen to try it on Dee. It’s hard to tell any differences from my perspective when everything about him is just huge by default, but when they mentioned it, he did seem a bit gaunt. When I mentioned it to Dee, he just said that he was a little bit hungrier, but had chalked it up to everyone still adjusting to the new height increase.

      So they changed his food. I wasn’t sure how or with what at the time, but he did seem to improve; he filled out a little more, got some colour back in his cheeks. I was hopeful that things would get better, especially after they’d decided to stop enlargement. The side-effects were minor with only the occasional headache, he even seemed in better spirits. He was in a particularly playful mood one night when, while chatting after dinner and on the topic of dogs, he lifted me to his face and licked me. Like a big, long wet streak all the way up my body. Yes, it was as soft and wet as you think; no, it didn’t freak me out as much as I thought it would. Honestly, that wasn’t as worrying as the look he gave me afterward. Like engrossed, intense…even hungry. Maybe it was nothing, because nothing else happened that night or the days following.

      Here’s where the camel’s back breaks:

      Dee and I were chatting tonight. I commented on how hungry he must have been because of how ravenously he ate his dinner. He just laughed, said how nice the food has been since they changed it and that he really looks forward to mealtimes. I asked him what his favourite dish was, and he just said, with no pause, “You". I just took it as some harmless flirting and didn’t think anything more of it than some (appreciated) flattery.

      It was getting late, I said goodnight and that I’d swing by the Observation Room to pick up my stuff first. I spotted a manilla folder that must have slipped behind the console against the wall and on to the floor. It had no label, just four red dot stickers on the bottom right-hand corner. I didn’t know who it belonged to, so I opened it up to find out. With no identification page, I flicked through it.

      God, part of me wishes I didn’t…

      It went into graphic detail about “processing” [REDACTED] - all types, from different sources. I don’t know if they were already [REDACTED]. There were so many pictures, like scenes from a slaughterhouse or a morgue, a lot in black and white but some in colour. It was for food - for Dee, and approved for use for any future programs.

      I used to joke about the whole [REDACTED] thing, but now it makes me sick. The looks Dee has been giving me, the comments, that lick? I don’t know if they’re jokes, I don’t know if he’s flirting. But I think the food is changing him. I’m starting to wonder if he’s been getting bigger without the enlargement process, but maybe I’m just freaking out.

      He’s not a monster.

      I’m still awake, I can’t sleep. I’m scared.

      I realise why I’m writing things that don’t seem relevant: I just want to write my stream of consciousness in case I miss any little detail that could be important. I’m not going to edit anything. I can’t keep hiding this.

      “Fucked” is an understatement for this whole horror shitshow. I doubt any of you will believe me, and this’ll probably get wiped for not being real. But I’m out of ideas on what to do. All I know is that I’ve got to do something.

      I’m going to be proactive. I can’t keep doing nothing.

      Tomorrow, I’m going straight to Dee and show him the folder.

      I’ll tell him everything, consequences be damned.

      I hope he’ll help.

      posted in Stories
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    • RE: Finally got MINUS-19 after avoiding it for a year, I hate my life (Reddit-style post)

      @tiny-ivy (I love and am super flattered for your own take on this!)

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      Replying to u/CheckPlease

      First of all, I’m sorry that you contracted MINUS and I hope, for your sake, that it does not become a chronic condition for you. Thank goodness that your husband has been so supportive.

      As a fellow MINUS sufferer, first and foremost: try to rest and relax. Whether a short-term or long-term infection, there isn’t much you can do while you’re still sick - it really is much like the flu in that respect.

      If you’re feeling restless or can’t sleep, I recommend a free mobile game that’s just been released: Mi-Crow Cafe! It’s an adorable, “cosy” game about running a tiny cafe in a tree hollow for small animals. Each animal is a unique customer, with their own favourite foods, and as you build up a rapport with them, they tell you more about their lives. It’s also got amazing music, very Studio Ghibli-like. On top of that, it’s been recommended as a therapeutic game because the stories are actually based on the experiences of other MINUS sufferers. And I can confirm: it runs just fine on the tablet (I have the same one!)

      posted in Stories
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    • RE: I hate my job...

      @Olo

      Replying to u/BetweenDesireAndBreakfast

      • Thank you! I think it helps that he and I don’t have much contact at work, physically or structurally. My manager is my direct line and there’s been no incidents that have required Big Boss’s intervention. So we can happily go about our usual business in the office, and then see each other later.

      • Curiosity forgiven! Views on mixed-size relationships are…varied. A lot of people don’t generally mind, but are still weirded out by the size discrepancies. I think it’s easier to fall into what they’re familiar with - it avoids having to think about the logistics, getting creative and accepting that some things just simply aren’t possible yet (like bearing children, still a highly controversial topic).

      • People in the cities are the least concerned and often don’t mind. Most might have a quick gawk, but then move on. Jay and his partner have told me that strangers still ask them inappropriate questions, usually about their sex lives. Stuff you wouldn’t ask a non-mixed couple, so why them, you know?

      • My parents tell me it was much worse when they were younger: many couples resorted to hiding the Tiny partner when out in public to avoid being harassed, or worse. Harassment and violence are not tolerated anymore though. I think having mixed spaces helps, it helps encourage contact and exposure. My parents encouraged me to take cross-cultural studies, so I don’t think they’d mind if told them about my relationship. But I still haven’t told them…

      • Regional and rural towns and villages are much more traditional. Many are still exclusively Big or Tiny. Their views are very much embedded in ideas of natural vs unnatural, and perpetuated by the physical separation of Big and Tiny towns. There is very little to no intermingling between Bigs and Tinies, and in their minds, there’s no need to either.

      • Put simply, if word went back to my home town about my relationship with Big Boss, I’d no doubt hear chattering about how freakish we are. Some of the worse ones might say something how about much of a big sl*t I am for monster dick, or something about how I “don’t value my life”. I’m sure Bigs have their own equivalents, but I’m not as familiar with those. There’s stuff about about relations with vermin or insects. It’s pretty degrading either way.


      @foreverlurk

      Replying to u/BrokenByWhispers

      • What a great initiative! Sounds like he’s got good intentions, just…be mindful of what she’s feeling. Good luck to your friend!
      posted in Stories
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    • RE: I hate my job...

      (I realise my intent to make this as a “repost” and the OOP username got a bit lost there, sorry. I will treat your comments as responses to the story)

      . . .

      Relevant responses to OOP:

      Replying to u/LikeWipingAMarker (@Olo, please don’t mind the dotpoint format, it’s the only way I could think of to indent the text)

      • Thank you so much! Even though I have a better grasp of what is and isn’t acceptable at work, I appreciate the reassurance. I still catch myself wondering if I overreacted, or maybe that I could have handled it better. It gets easier to shake off though. Despite everything, I don’t plan on taking action against the company (but I am keeping records for myself, like the emails to my ex-manager, chat logs, and also maintaining my own journal entries).

      • I absolutely agree with your advice on office relationships and I won’t be pursuing anything with my boss (even if I did, I’d have no idea how to go about it. I am absolutely hopeless on that front). I’m happy just to keep my head down, do my job, and get home in as few pieces as possible. That my boss happens to be really attractive is a bonus, heehee


      Replying to u/BrokenByWhispers (@foreverlurk, as above, please don’t mind the dotpoint format!)

      • I often feel that shouldn’t speak on MINUS related questions, simply because I have not experienced it. It is best to ask someone with MINUS. In saying that, after reading and learning about the experiences of MINUS survivors (many of whom will never recover, from what I understand), we really do have a lot of similarities besides the stark size difference between us Bigs. For example, having to adjust to being on the “smaller” side of society: despite Tinies in my country living with Bigs for generations, statistically, only 2% of Tinies will have any sort of regular contact with Bigs throughout our entire lives (even less for Tinies outside of cities and towns). For me, all of that started when I got my current job and moved to the city. Before that, I only had very limited contact with Bigs at university, so being surrounded by them for prolonged amounts of time took some getting used to. However, I acknowledge that feeling is probably not as intense for someone with MINUS who has ZERO previous exposure.

      • Bearing that in mind, and if you are genuinely seeking my perspective regardless, I give the following additional disclaimers: I am a hopeless romantic and have only ever daydreamed of being asked out by a Big. I also draw on my experiences as a woman who has learned from her not-so-great dating record.

      • I guess my first question is whether “your friend” has a professional or informal relationship with his crush (always found this to be an unfortunate term)? You mention that your friend is a “designated giant” - is this like a professional carer? Or they work together and he helps her around the office? If that’s the case, this already warrants some caution (I realise that this may be a case of the pot calling the kettle black seeing as my own crush is my boss, but I have been reading up on the ethics of workplace relationships, including my own company’s policies). HR aside, your friend’s crush may have her own thoughts on this. She may not wish to have a relationship with a co-worker or anybody outside of her social circle - and if this is the case, then I think it’s best for your friend to cut his losses.

      • Your friend should be mindful that their crush may be feeling extremely vulnerable, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. She contracted the virus only last year, which in terms of recovery, really isn’t that long ago. Depending on how well she has adjusted/is adjusting to things, this is a lot for someone to go through, even with support. In the end, the questions you’ve raised are something to ask her. If your friend hasn’t talked to his crush about it yet, it might be worth having the conversation.

      • Remember, your friend’s crush is an independent adult with her own thoughts and feelings. The only difference is that she is small. Like with anything else, unless there is something that affects her capacity to make an informed decision, then I think that, yes, she can give, as well as withdraw consent. Your friend seems to be aware of the clear power imbalances in their size difference poses, which is great. So it is also on your friend to be wary of her unspoken uncertainties, and if he feels that something isn’t right, then it’s best to stop.


      Update posted 21 September 2XXX

      UPDATE 3: There has been so much time and change since my last post that I thought I would update you. This will likely be my final update - it’s a long one though that hopefully ties everything together.

      A month after my last update [April], I had dinner and drinks at my boss’s assistant’s (“Jay”, not real name) place one weekend. My boss was also invited and offered to take me home afterwards.

      (For some background about this, skip ahead if you’d like: as part of my country’s long-term amalgamation efforts, the government commissioned infrastructure that allowed both Bigs and Tinies to safely access the same areas to live and/or work, without fear of sudden increases in Tiny casualties. New suburbs were also developed that integrated the new design principles, but it was harder to implement in established areas - these had to be retrofitted and specially maintained: lots of underground and overhead tunnels, bridges between buildings, road expansions for Bigs and protected pathways for Tinies, special public transport routes and rails, etc. My apartment building happens to be in an older, traditionally Tiny neighbourhood.)

      Anyway, I had such a great night, but in my jolliness, I forgot that Big access to the area was undergoing maintenance, so he couldn’t pass through the streets to take me home, even if he walked. It was late and dark, it would take me another 20 minutes to walk home from the closest drop-off point. I was and still am uncomfortable walking alone at night sober, let alone tipsy. He offered that I stay at his place just for the night - he’d take the couch and I’d take his bed (a pretty funny image, but a really sweet gesture). I agreed.

      The detour back to his place gave us more time to chat. We shared our thoughts about Jay’s relationship (good things, they’re such a cute couple). We were just joking around, he made a pun about me “being a handful”, then the lingering alcohol in my system loosened my lips and I said that if he wanted to see how much of a handful I could be, that he could “put me in his pants pocket next time”. I was so mortified that I literally slapped my hands over my mouth (I am burning red as I type this). It was the most tense silence I’ve ever experienced. Eventually, he broke it to reiterate the sleeping arrangements.

      I slept over that night as agreed and he took me to the closest drop-off point in the morning so I could walk home. I apologised before I took off - I think he was being kind when he didn’t make a thing of what I’d said. Come Monday, it was like any other day, though I couldn’t help but feel like he was limiting his contact with me. I felt awful and so embarrassed, but I figured it was for the best considering what I had said that night. I just tried to forget it.

      A couple weeks after that [May], my boss announced that I would be shifted to “Operations” (keeping terms vague) and that I would be reporting directly to the Head of Operations instead of him. It made sense since Operations are in charge of implementing company-wide policies, and that being under my boss was just a temporary thing. Apparently, following my treatment from the other office, the company worked double-time to establish a “Tinies Division”, with a team of other Tinies in identified roles. And they wanted me to help with training, introductions, etc. which would later lead me into my role as coordinator.

      It was sort of a bittersweet farewell between me and my boss since I’d no longer be working with him (looks aside, I learned a lot from him and he was just an overall good person), but I was starting a new role and would be surrounded by people I didn’t have to crane my neck up 90 degrees just to look at them.

      Fast-forward to the beginning of September, and I’m loving my job. It’s been so great having a team to work so closely with, bounce ideas, teach and learn from. The Head of Operations (she’s a Big and my direct manager) has been really supportive and pro-active. We’re starting to see some real changes being made around the office - they’ve just finished installing the last lift and travelator in the boardroom. We’ve recommended holding off on further Tiny hires at the regional offices until we’re tried and tested our other recommendations around Head Office. So far, it’s looking really positive!

      I also decided to read up on a BUNCH of compliance, rights, guidelines, policies and procedures all related to Tinies in Big environments - for my job, but also for my own sake. I don’t want anybody to gaslight me and make me question my own experiences again, nor do I want anybody on my team to experience that either. My manager is really impressed, often asks me for advice and will often take me to meetings with her to speak on behalf of the team. As an aside, she seems to be a natural with handling Tinies, she’s so gentle - I’ve asked her to share her methods when the awareness training program gets updated.

      Um, so…as for Big Boss… After I got moved on to Operations, we only saw each other occasionally around the office. His schedule got really busy so he was often out or in a meeting. He’d still say hello, ask me how I was doing, and I’d get flustered and stupid as soon as I smelled the bergamot and patchouli. Then I’d admire his back as he strode off. But after a while, his general absence helped me take my mind off of him and that awkward night. The knot in my stomach eventually faded.

      I’d still see Jay often and I’d hang out with him and his partner regularly. We got close, I told them things, like my crush on Big Boss without too much detail. Then a couple of weeks ago, they held a games night at their place and invited me and Big Boss. Him being there had me a bit anxious at first, but I had so much fun when the games started, especially when Jay’s partner and I stood in as game pieces. Then of course, when Big Boss picked me up to move me during his turn, all those thoughts I’d pushed down just came flooding back. I was just an awkward stuttering ball by the end of the game.

      Big Boss offered to take me home afterward and I accepted, having loosened up and beginning to feel more comfortable around him again. We’re reflecting on the night when he suddenly tells me that he often thinks about what I’d said that night. I’m screaming inside with embarrassment, but just look at him with a broken, “oh yeah?”. And then AND THEN he confessed that he started to like me soon after I started under him, but couldn’t act on it for reasons many of you had warned against, and also because he wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it. When I blurted out that innuendo, part of him was hopeful but he knew then that he had to step away until he figured things out. He says that he had, indeed, been trying to keep some distance from me afterward, but that the shift to Operations had always been planned - it was just a coincidence that it happened so soon after.

      The space gave him some time to think things over, revisit his feelings, and eventually seek advice. He spoke to Jay, HR and a bunch of different people about him dating employees. He found out that it would be less of a problem if he was not the employee’s direct line manager, and that it be disclosed as soon as possible to HR. In terms of perceptions of his character, he was willing to wear it and deal with whatever came about, and at that point, he was confident that the quality of my work and improvement highlighted how capable I was and that didn’t need underhanded intervention (which I was very flattered to hear). On a personal level, because some time had passed since I’d moved teams up to when he started inquiring, he was also concerned that I’d moved on, but it was Jay and his partner (of course!) who had assured him not to be worried.

      I didn’t know what to say, it was a lot to take in. I don’t remember all of what he said because at some point, I got distracted by how nice his voice sounded, and also…that he likes me??? The point was, from the company’s perspective, it wouldn’t be a problem if we started dating, but we would have to be very careful and limit our interactions. It was, of course, up to me if we actually went ahead with it.

      Guys, I know I said I wouldn’t, and that I wanted to keep my work and private life separate, but I couldn’t help it. Maybe I was caught up in the moment, but I was so smitten. I agreed for him to take me dinner the next night. When he dropped me off near my place (no maintenance this time!), he kissed my hand (and a bit of my arm) before putting me down. I was giggling like a school girl all the way up to my apartment, and held that hand all night. I realise that this reads like a silly, second-rate romance you might find in an online comic, but it is what it is; it makes me giddy and I like it.

      So it’s been a couple of weeks since then. We agreed to take it slow, but one thing led to another recently and… well, I didn’t think a tongue as big as my bed could feel so good between my legs, but here I am writing this, with my cheeks all red and hot just thinking about it. We’re having dinner and catching a movie tonight, and I’ll be demonstrating what I meant about being in his pants pocket 🙂 heeheehee

      End of post. OOP has not updated.

      . . .

      (If you got this far, thank you for reading my abridged size romance trashfire. A lot of it was inspired by my own personal work frustrations, so it’s a bit of a vent piece in a way.

      As cheeky compensation for a lack of more intimate details, I’ll say that this couple end up staying together, and they further explore the sensational opportunities their size discrepancy affords. One of their favourite things to do is for her to be kept in his underwear, and the goal is to keep hard for as long as possible without making him cum. She also gets to experience being crushed (safely) and develops an appreciation for mouthplay and fearplay.)

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    • RE: I hate my job...

      @blehb (no apology needed, I’m glad you’re enjoying it! 😊 There’s no pressure to interact, that was just a fun little addition to make it feel a bit more like a public reach-out. It’s already ~95% written with enough flexibility/vaguery to accommodate responses to build into the base)

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