Posts made by miss-lillipants

@blehb said:

Now I actually have to write it.

Would love to read it if/when you do

@Olo said:

This happens often enough that they develop a kind of semaphore, where he communicates through combinations of gentle squeezes on certain areas of her body and she responds with pre-arranged sequences of contortions.

Oh that’s a great method! So covert, very sneaky!

@foreverlurk said:

So, plan B : she starts to trace the letters on the palm of my hand (with a twig or something). That’s assuming we share a common written language, of course. I have no idea how I’d communicate back if she’s also deaf, but that’s a start!

She could also use symbols or drawings as well! Though, as a fun challenge for anyone keen, even the use of images can have it’s limitations: not all symbols or pictures will mean the same to other people, let alone someone from a different culture. So without a mutual understanding, you’re bound to hit some walls sometimes. I like to think about the icons developed for the Olympics as an example - you still need some form of reference in order to understand what they mean.

N.B. I’ve been made aware that I posted this around the same time another discussion on the same topic was being held on Discord. It was a total coincidence because I don’t use Discord for size stuff, but it made me laugh and happy to still be involved in other group discussions - even if it is through the ether

This is another trope I really love in a size context. I think language and being able to communicate easily is one of the biggest things most people take for granted in the real world, let alone in a fantastical situation.

I’m not one to subscribe to the whole “too small/big to communicate, sound frequencies, etc.” except for the really massive size differences (like micro, nano, giga, etc.) - I like dialogue between a giant and a tiny, but when something else like a language barrier gets in the way, you’d be forced to compensate and get creative. Broken speech is usually a obvious go-to, but there’s also opportunity for the use of more physical forms of communication: signing, touching, body language, facial expressions (and reading them). By being so physical, it’s a great opportunity to emphasise their size differences: how closely the giant has to focus on her, or how big she has to make her movements; both the giant and tiny’s perspectives on their interactions and each other’s features.

Like with other tropes, it’s a very flexible one. It could also be applied to situations where either the giant or tiny is mute (maybe both!). One scenario I had I mind involves both giant and tiny being unfamiliar with each other’s language and there’s no easily accessible translator (maybe both peoples are isolated from each other, maybe one is other-worldly, etc.) And they both slowly pick up and learn from each other as they spend more time together. As a point of tension, maybe the giant is able to find another giant who can help, who is a bit more fluent than he is, but they end up making the tiny really uncomfortable. Being unable to understand, he doesn’t catch a lot of what the other is saying, but he notices something off about the tiny’s body language and gets them out of there.

From a creative/author perspective, I think it’s a fun little project. Personally, I’m not fluent enough in another language to make it reflect the real world, and I’m not invested enough to invent a language (let alone two) as an alternative. Instead, it would switch between POVs, with the other person’s dialogue being presented as garbled symbols. The POV character is able to catch the occasional word, with dialogue getting more coherent over time as both of their vocabularies grow. And throw in accents, for good measure

@blehb said:

Of course, this can also apply to superficial things like hair and eye color and stuff. I love being able to visualize what the author is intending.

Yes! All of that shouldn’t discourage someone to give thought to what their characters look like. The emotional and physical features of a character aren’t mutually exclusive after all.

I generally give more grace to kink stuff especially (not just creations but forum posts and reflections too, no kinkshaming!) because of how personal they can and often are. For example, my giants are almost always handsome and attractive - to me, at least, because it’s my fantasy. I would like for a giant in another person’s story to be attractive, but I don’t always need specific details as to what, why or how. Tbh part of it’s to subvert the “ugly giant” trope. I just want big man and little lady.

@wildxpixie said:

Ooh were you guys using box/Sherman traps? One of my other favorite things that is such size fodder is when we trap small rodents in Sherman traps (they’re live traps for catch and release) in the winter, we’ll throw in cotton balls to keep them warm. But sometimes, in the morning, they’re still chilly, so we’ll hold them in our pockets until they’ve warmed up enough and then release them in a safe spot

Yes we did, in fact! It was during the cooler months and were set up for nocturnal capture, so we used hobby fill to help keep them warm. We checked and released early in the morning though, because it would get hot and sunny during the day and we didn’t want them to cook. Animal welfare was a top priority.

We also used pitfall traps (i.e. buckets in a trench) in which we placed some sand, bait, a PVC tube with hobby fill, and (this got me) a square of cork for any creatures to hold on to in case the bucket filled with water overnight

just makes me think of a brownie/borrower/tiny human getting in one on accident and then getting warmed up by a giant hand

Bruh, my mind full GT/SW wandering during stand-by times!

@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.

@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.

@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.

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.

@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.

@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.

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).

@Olo -chef’s kiss-

@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

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@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.

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.

(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”.)

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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?

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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.