@SmolChlo said in Interest in hardcore toons?:
@Mrgoblinging7 I’ve missed seeing some of the rougher content. The forum could use a little spice
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I’ve come to appreciate gentle content recently (terrifying giants with a secret heart of gold are fantastic). But I also like the cruel and wicked side of the fetish a whole bunch. So I agree 
@pnwfootguy I’m a woman irl and I’m not really into other women, unless they’re tiny. I think it’s the size difference that attracts me so much.
@Olo said in SW in Gen V:
@Nyx Commission an array of different sizes (and ethnicities, and cut/uncut…).
I’m going to have a whole wing in my mansion dedicated to that.
@SmolChlo said in Interest in hardcore toons?:
This is also the only forum where I feel the most comfortable to discuss the more hardcore stuff I’m into ~
I still feel weirdly shy about my interests at times, which is why I haven’t shared most of my work here. It’s encouraging to know that I’m not the only one with extreme tastes, though.
@TakoAlice8 said in How does the thought of being the opposite of your preferred size make you feel?:
@Nyx Just curious, you said you don’t like being shrunk but do you dislike being around huge furniture. Such as not being shrunk, but being in the house of a giant?
I wouldn’t mind being in the house of a giant (after all, giants need to live somewhere too). I’m more uneasy with the idea of being at the mercy of a gigantic world, where things like cats or insects could hurt me.
@miss-lillipants I’ve watched it as well and it’s brought back so many childhood memories! I’m also a big fan of the Sentinels and it’s one of the things that disappointed me about the movies…the robots weren’t as big as they were in the 90s cartoon 
@i-am-insane said in Looking for source of this GIF:
@giantmaneddie said in Looking for source of this GIF:
They self sabotage themselves at times but also, their fanbase is bigger.
This. I can get, on the face of it, wanting bigger women because big boobs/legs/etc, but the fandom around drove me off and I never really went back, but I can’t go anywhere size-y without seeing them because they’re everywhere.
I used to be active in the giantess community but there were so many terrible aspects to it that I don’t really participate much anymore. It was weird seeing how openly misogynistic attitudes were applauded; many of the giantess fans worshipped and loathed giant women at the same time. I’m sort of the same way when it comes to giantess content nowadays; I appreciate some of it but it also brings back bad feelings.
@TakoAlice8 said in Something to get off my chest:
@Nyx Don’t let those toxic people get you. Stay strong
Thank you! I try to focus on the positive aspects of the size community whenever I can.
@i-am-insane said in Looking for source of this GIF:
@Nyx
I mean, you say misogynistic, but really, it feels like they just hate… humans, really.
There are sadism/masochism kinks that can occur along with other kinks like micro/macrophilia; as long as it’s kept to fantasy, I don’t judge the morality of those kinks (nor do I believe that most cruel fans hate people). I was referring more toward the attitudes that are present in the giantess community, especially when it comes to attitudes about women in general (that we’re not “really into it”, that our own desires are somehow “wrong” especially if they’re different than male interests, etc.) I have had so many male giantess fans talk over me that I could write a book.
@SmolChlo said in zHEIGHTgeist:
“Audacity is free” LOL not him giving me ideas to start an M/f podcast
Heck yes, you should do it! I’d love to listen to it.
I realized that I haven’t updated this story here in forever so time to post several chapters 
Chapter 2
Cate didn’t believe that she’d be able to tear her gaze away from the windows and the massive sunglasses, but somehow, she did. If Desmond noticed Cate’s discomfort, he didn’t acknowledge it. He continued talking as if they were having a discussion about something mundane, like tax law.
“Communication between the giants and ourselves proved to be difficult at first,” he said, reaching into his desk drawer and taking out what appeared to be an odd ear piece. Desmond fiddled with it until a green light flashed; then he placed it on his desk. “They can’t really hear us well, and with vocal cords that size, it’s difficult for us to understand them. So we have communication equipment like this to help us. I can show you how to use it.”
She only gave the ear piece a cursory glance before her eyes darted back to Desmond.
“You can’t be serious,” Cate managed to say at last.
Desmond tried a warm smile. “I know that this is a lot to process all at once.”
“That’s an understatement! How can you expect me to be okay with this?” She chanced another glance out the window. The giant was still watching her intently, his dark eyebrows drawn slightly together. Instinctual terror tightened her chest, made it hard to breathe. Some primal part of her brain recognized that she was in the presence of a monstrously huge and threatening being, and it was panicking.
“No one told me that you were going to assign me a bodyguard like him,” Cate continued, her voice strained. “How do you know that he’s not dangerous? What if he eats me?”
“They don’t eat people, Ms. Fasano, and I can assure you that he’s not dangerous,” Desmond explained patiently.
“I’m not going near that thing,” she choked out, and the director tapped the strange device on his desk.
“This is on,” he whispered.
“What?”
Desmond leaned closer, still talking softly. “He can hear you.”
“Oh. Oh! Oh, Jesus,” Cate stuttered, looking at the sprawling face staring through the windows. “I’m so sorry!”
A booming rumble like a freight train assaulted her ears; an instant later, the little device on Desmond’s desk translated the giant’s voice into something recognizable: “No apologies needed, ma’am.”
She couldn’t see enough of his face to read his expression, and she had no idea if her words had bothered him. Under the giant’s enigmatic gaze, Cate felt her cheeks burn unbearably hot. She purposely looked away and focused on Desmond instead.
“How long will this be for?” She asked, hoping that his answer would indicate that it’d only be a few days.
“It depends on the investigation,” Desmond said. “Believe me, you’re in good hands. Literally.”
Cate didn’t grin at the joke.
The director handed the ear piece to her. “Here, put this on. We’ll go outside and meet your new bodyguard.”
^^^^^
“His resume is quite impressive,” Desmond said as they strode across the lobby toward the doors, flanked by more men in black. “Ex-military, their version of special ops. He’s a language expert and trained in several martial arts, including some Earth-based ones.”
Cate wondered how martial arts skills would benefit a two hundred foot tall colossus. Who would he even be fighting? The Empire State Building? But she didn’t mention any of this to the director, just followed him through the doors.
She had been expecting more of a crowd outside, gawkers who wanted to catch a glimpse of the giant, but the agents had most likely shooed away onlookers. There was only Lhyr, and it was fortunate that there weren’t more people around because he was taking up most of the street. One column-like leg stretched up near the entrance to the federal building; the other leg was halfway down the block. Cate looked up and up, trying to see more of the giant.
And then he knelt down.
For a heart-pounding second, Cate was convinced that he was falling over and that he was going to land on top of them. She made a small, frightened cry, but Desmond and the agents didn’t react. It took awhile for the adrenaline to leave her system, and as Cate drew a few breaths, she studied the titan kneeling before her.
He certainly looked professional: crisply-pressed white shirt, dark suit, a bright blue tie. Now that Cate could actually see his entire face, she spotted the freckles dotting his cheeks and the fullness of his lips. He would have been good-looking if he wasn’t so damn big. On his right ear he wore a device that matched Cate’s, except his ear piece was the size of a mini-fridge.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” Lhyr said, his voice reverberating through her entire body. She got the impression that he was trying to be quiet, but he still sounded like a fireworks show. Cate was attempting to adjust to this when he moved his hand toward her. Gasping, she backed up toward the doors, not prepared for a colossal hand grasping for her.
“I think he just wants to shake your hand,” Desmond explained.
“Um, okay. Sure. Okay.” Cate approached the hand cautiously. The fingers were the circumference of telephone poles and curled inward toward the giant’s palm; only his index finger was extended. Did he want her to shake that? Trembling, Cate grabbed onto the fingertip with both hands, amazed at how warm and alive it was.
I’m actually touching a giant, she thought, astonished.
He was exceedingly gentle as he wiggled the finger, but nevertheless, he nearly lifted him from the ground. There was a lot of raw power in those hands, and Cate swallowed hard.
“See, he’s not going to eat you,” Desmond said, and Cate’s face flushed redder. “The plan is to move you to a safer location. Lhyr will take you to your apartment and you can get your things.”
The gargantuan hand moved again, this time lowering down to the ground.
“Wait, is he going to carry me?” Cate stared at the hand, then the director.
“It’s a lot faster and safer than traveling by car,” Desmond replied.
“Has…has he ever held a person before?”
“It’s part of his training, yes.”
Cate didn’t want to step into the outstretched hand, but she was beginning to accept the fact that her life was careening out of control. Gazing upwards, she looked into the enormous sunglasses, the eyes hidden behind them. This is a bad idea, Cate thought before she clambered onto the hand. It was more difficult than she would have thought, and her sneakers sank down into the yielding flesh.
The fingers wrapped around her, firmly but carefully. Cate was marveling at the feeling when he stood, picking her up in one fluid motion.
She almost passed out.
Desmond had probably been telling the truth, that the giant had some training in handling people her size. But despite Lhyr’s best efforts, her innards turned to water and the world spun. Recovering, Cate looked around and saw that she was high above the city, high enough that she could spot tiny people and cars. A flock of pigeons soared past the giant’s waist, seemingly unaware that they were flying so close to such a titanic being.
Cate wasn’t afraid of heights, but fear seized her violently.
“Don’t drop me! Don’t drop me!” She shrieked, and the giant brought her closer to his face.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” He looked concerned. Unable to think of anything other than colliding against the sidewalk far below, Cate screamed again. The hand holding her swung around, her ponytail whipping wildly in the wind, and she came even closer to fainting. Then Lhyr deposited her into his breast pocket. Cate found herself wedged between thick cloth and a wall of flesh; behind the wall, she heard the steady thunder of the giant’s heart.
“Is this any better, ma’am?” Lhyr asked, and she clung onto the edge of the pocket, gripping it with sweaty palms.
“I-I guess,” Cate squeaked, trying not to look down again.
^^^^^
The other residents at her apartment building were shocked when the giant showed up. As he lowered Cate down so that she could go inside, her neighbors peeked through their windows and took photos and videos. To his credit, Lhyr didn’t seem particularly concerned about the people staring at him; he seemed more interested in surveying the area for potential trouble.
As soon as she was back inside of her apartment, Cate collapsed onto the couch and buried her face into her hands. What an unbelievable morning it had been. She took a moment to regain her composure. She would have taken longer, but the apartment shook once or twice, the photos on her wall rattling and almost crashing to the floor. Lhyr was moving around outside, no doubt. Through the living room window, she only saw cloudless sky; then massive, dark pillars appeared as the giant walked by the building.
Reluctantly, Cate got up and began to pack. She had been wondering how she’d transport everything that she wanted; she wasn’t worried about that anymore. The giant could probably fit most of her furniture into a single pocket. When she had packed as much as she could, she dragged her suitcases out into the hallway. One of the doors opened, and her neighbor Marshall poked his head out.
“Holy shit, there’s a giant out there!” He exclaimed, and Cate nodded wearily.
“Yeah, I know. He’s with me.” She lugged the suitcases toward the exit.
Outside, a crowd had gathered, although everyone was keeping a respectful distance from the giant. Which was wise, considering that his feet were vehicle-sized, and any sort of accident would most likely be fatal for the normal-sized person. Lhyr had crouched down, one hand already resting on the ground. Cate felt weirdly exposed as the crowd parted to let her through, her suitcases clattering over the pavement.
“Ready to go?” The giant asked, and even though she wasn’t, she stepped into his waiting hand.
@blehb said in Psychology of fantasies:
Adult me shamelessly loves trashy romance/smut.
I have bought (and will continue to buy) books based on the fact that there was a hot monster guy on the cover.
@SillyLilBug Thank you! 
Even in gentle scenarios, I still love overwhelming size and power. The giant person can choose to use that power for good or bad purposes, and I really like exploring that tension.
Also, accidents happen…tiny people tend to make such fragile little things. Like skyscrapers 
Archive of Our Own has some size-related stories and Macro/Micro seems to be the most popular size tag. The site has decent tagging features, so you can filter the stories that you want to see (for example, SFW/NSFW, gentle, etc.)
Despite its name, GiantessWorld allows all size fiction and there are some shrunken woman and giant stories there.
Coiled Fist has a lot of giant stories but the site is being closed down
