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@Olo said in Passageway (M/f, Giant):

@Nyx If I know humans, someone’s collaborating with the giants. I mean, it’s what I’d do.

A villain?! In one of my stories?! Perish the thought

This story isn’t going to be as stompy as my other work.

Chapter 1

The road was deserted except for Ian’s car. Tangled clusters of trees appeared briefly and then disappeared back into the darkness as he drove along the winding stretch of highway, his eyes on the road but his mind elsewhere. He replayed the night’s events, the speech at the university and the uncomfortable party that followed. As usual, everyone has been so eager to meet the famous Dr. Ian Kwan, one of the physicists who had discovered interdimensional travel. They had seen his face everywhere: on television, the internet, and all over academic journals. He had stood there, trying his best to conjure up a smile as strangers asked him the inevitable question: “How did you do it?”

Ian couldn’t answer because he didn’t know, either.

None of the math worked out, and worse, the entire team couldn’t remember anything out of the ordinary in the moments leading up to the accident. Ian had been chatting with Cate and Sajan in the lab, his mind on the upcoming weekend rather than theoretical physics, and then there had only been that light, blinding and otherworldly. He had been convinced that this was the end, that he would be vaporized in the burst of light. And then the light had faded away and only the tear had remained. It was like a gash in reality, a permanent portal that linked the two worlds.

The passageway.

Since then, the interdimensional wormhole had gained other names; Ian thought that the Beanstalk was the best of them. He had spent countless hours studying the passageway, marveling at it. It should have been his greatest achievement, but he could only feel a deep, gnawing frustration. A lucky accident, that’s all that it was.

Ian’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he brooded. There were three more speeches scheduled for the next week, and already he was dreading them. To distract himself, he reached over and turned on the radio, searching through the stations until he settled on an NPR show. The announcers were discussing the world on the other side of the Beanstalk. It was similar to Earth but so much larger; the first explorers who had journeyed through the passageway had been shocked to see a land of giants. Ian had never been there although he had seen photos, all of them astonishing. Massive plants, colossal animals, and most amazing of all, immense people.

The first diplomatic visit by one of the giants had been even more amazing; Ian remembered watching the broadcast with bated breath as the colossus had stood near the United Nations building, as big as Godzilla. Since then, humanity had developed a cautious relationship with the gigantic ambassadors and attaches.

On the radio, a guest sociologist was discussing the similarities and differences between the giants’ culture and various Earth cultures. Ian listened to the discussion until his phone rang, drowning out the guest’s words. He moved to answer the call, his eyes swiveling down for a split second.

He didn’t see that the road ended abruptly.

The car heaved suddenly and violently and then sailed through the air. He only had time to gasp before the Camry crashed down, bouncing him around in his seat. Pain filled his mouth as he bit down on his tongue; a moment later, he tasted the coppery tang of blood. Dazed, he glanced toward the windshield; through a spiderweb of cracks he saw the smoke rising up from the engine. Gradually his gaze shifted to his surroundings and he realized that he was in some sort of depression. A sinkhole? Whatever it was, it had wrecked his car. His relatively new, only-had-three-payments-left-on-it car. Ian laughed bitterly. The bad ending to a terrible night, he thought.

He tried to open the door, realized how close the ragged wall of the sinkhole was. And even if he could have opened the door completely, the walls of the sinkhole were tall, far too tall for him to climb safely. Exposed pipes and fractured asphalt lined the perimeter of the pit, and water trickled down the debris in small rivers. His head swam, a possible sign of concussion, as he fumbled around for his phone to call for help. Ian felt a discarded pen and an old roll of Life Savers on the car carpet, but there was no sign of the phone. Cursing, he started to rummage beneath the seat.

Low thunder rumbled in the distance and Ian frowned, confused. There weren’t supposed to be thunderstorms this time of year; then again, there weren’t supposed to be sinkholes in this area, either. Ian jumped at the second clap of thunder, shocked at how near it sounded. The car rocked and swayed, bumping up against the wall of the sinkhole with a shrill screech of metal. For a minute, he felt like a mouse in a cage, unable to free himself as his captor came closer and closer.

It’s not a sinkhole at all, he realized as the tremors intensified. It’s a trap.

His head snapped up. Overhead the sky was black and starless, and it became even darker as something monstrously titanic passed over the hole. Panic paralyzed his limbs; the only thing that seemed to move in his body was his frantic heart. One of the car’s headlights had been shattered, but the other light was still working and in its pale glow he saw a pair of eyes, impossibly huge. Those eyes examined him from a great distance and his panic increased a thousandfold.

The phone! His terrified mind screamed at him. Find the phone! Call for help!

Before Ian could force his arms to work again, before he could do more than blink helplessly, his car was snatched up into the sky.

^^^^^

Cate tried not to ask too many questions as they drove through the city, although she snuck quick glances at the government agents surrounding her. They had appeared outside of her apartment that morning, and she had stared in confusion as one of the men explained the situation in a brisk, detached manner. Everyone else on the research team was missing, she had to come with them immediately. Cate had been too overwhelmed to do much besides peer at their badges and then follow them into a black SUV.

As they had driven into the city, she had caught a glimpse of the Beanstalk, which was hundreds of feet across and shimmering with that same unnatural light that Cate had witnessed during the accident. It never failed to astonish her, that vast tear in the fabric of reality, something that she had unwittingly helped to create. Her eyes hadn’t left the portal until the SUV had rounded a corner and it had vanished from sight.

Now, as they moved through the city, Cate wondered about her colleagues’ disappearances. She hadn’t heard from Ian and the others in a few years, not since they had become quasi-celebrities and gone their separate ways. The fact that they had disappeared without warning filled her with dread, and it didn’t help that the agents weren’t providing many details. It was obvious that she was at risk; why else had they dragged her away?

Cate was still contemplating her situation when the SUV stopped at an intersection. Along with the traffic light there was a tall metal pole with a flashing red orb on it. Before she could guess what the pole was supposed to be, an immense foot crashed down from far above. The shockwave jostled the SUV and the fillings in Cate’s teeth. She stared at the foot, which was planted in the intersection, her mind unable to process something so large and yet so human-like. It was even wearing a herringbone high heel that was similar to one of her own shoes, except tremendously scaled up. Cate could barely fathom the idea of a shoe the size of the SUV, but she knew that her eyes weren’t lying.

“You get used to it,” the driver said, looking into the rear view mirror at Cate. “There are a few giants around here.”

“I see,” she managed to mumble.

The foot lifted from the pavement with a rush of air, sailing away gracefully; a second later, the other swung by overhead. When the orb (or the giant signal, she supposed) stopped flashing, the SUV turned left. Their destination was at the end of the street, a nondescript government building that blended in with the rest of the skyscrapers. The agents escorted her through the glass doors, into a cavernous lobby.

“Do you think they’re okay?” She asked as they reached the elevators.

The man closest to her pressed the button for the twentieth floor. “Desmond may have more information.”

Cate didn’t know who Desmond was, although she found out when they entered the office on the top floor. He was seated behind an impressively huge desk that was cluttered with a laptop and towering stacks of folders. A black and bronze nameplate on the righthand side of the desk read “Desmond Henley, Director, Federal Interdimensional Affairs.” From what she knew, the FIA was a newer agency, designed to keep track of the Beanstalk and the visitors from the other world.

“I’m sorry that we had to meet under such stressful circumstances, Ms. Fasano,” Desmond said. He certainly didn’t look like the director of a government agency; with his tweed sweater and horn-rimmed glasses, he reminded Cate of a literature professor or a librarian. Smiling affably, he gestured for her to sit down in one of the chairs across from the desk. She did, although the agents stayed near the door, arms crossed.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” Cate asked. “They told me that Dr. Kwan and the others have disappeared.”

Desmond removed his glasses and inspected a tiny smudge on one of the lens. His eyes were a deep brown, nearly black, and she saw the concern buried within them. “We don’t have much information, unfortunately. The FBI is still investigating, although the fact that they were all members of your research team is troubling. This may be tied to the passageway somehow.”

“So am I at risk?” Cate realized that she was tightly clenching the arms of the chair and relaxed her grip.

The director returned his glasses to his face. “We believe that there’s a credible threat.”

Cate’s stomach sank at this news. He must have noticed the way that the color drained from her cheeks because he gave her another reassuring smile.

“Our goal —my goal — is to keep you safe, Ms. Fasano. That’s why we brought you here. Until we determine what’s going on, you’ll be provided with security,” Desmond told her. Cate dug her fingers into the chair arms again.

“So a bodyguard?”

The director nodded, and Cate glanced over her shoulder at the agents positioned near the door. “One of them?”

“No,” Desmond replied, leaning back in his chair and steepling his thin fingers together. “We have reason to believe that more security is necessary than that.”

Cate opened her mouth to ask for clarification, but before she could say anything, the room shook hard enough to knock over the folders on Desmond’s desk. She shot out of her chair, startled. Floor to ceiling windows filled the wall across from her, and as she tried to regain her composure, the windows darkened unexpectedly, as if someone had drawn a curtain over the sun. But it wasn’t a curtain; it was a face, wider than a billboard. Everyone in the room was reflected in the opaque mirrors of gigantic sunglasses. The reflection moved as the giant rotated his head to look at them, and she understood how a cockroach must feel when the owner of the kitchen spotted it. She couldn’t see much else of the massive face, just the bridge of his nose and the dark arches of his eyebrows.

“Oh my god,” She stammered.

“This is Lhyr,” Desmond said, pointing toward the windows and the giant silently staring into the room. “He’ll be your bodyguard.”

@tiny-ivy said in An appreciation for GIANTS:

Writing a good story takes me so long. I’ve been a dormant writer for a few months now. Real-life needs are seriously impacting the time and effort I have available for writing M/f. And, since I know my favorite type of stories are genuinely rare, I feel a little guilty to not be more active. I can process that emotion on my own, don’t worry about me, but I seriously look forward to putting out another story with a focus on the giant man as soon as I can.

I have two main male growth stories in my head, both very early in their drafts, but all of my free time is being spent on career improvement junk instead of writing. (Kill me now.)

I’m a huge fan of your work and I know how real life gets in the way. Please know that people appreciate your work and that they understand that stories can often be delayed. I’m looking forward to those male growth stories that you’re working on (whenever life gives you a break, of course).

@miss-lillipants I’ve given some thought as to why shrunken women tend to be more popular than male giants in the M/f community, and as a disclaimer, I’m not trying to claim that these are the only reasons or that they apply to everyone.

1. Men tend to be more active in many online size communities, and for M/f scenarios, the object of their fantasy tends to be the tiny woman. This is why you tend to see more male giants in communities with more women, like DeviantArt/Tumblr, and in gay/bisexual communities like Coiled Fist. In those communities, the object of desire is the man.
2. For some people, there is overlap between the sizechange and BDSM communities. Women who are submissive may feel more comfortable in the tiny/shrinking role. I also see this in the giantess community…male subs often like to imagine the powerlessness of shrinking. I’m technically a switch, and for me, the powerlessness of shrinking is a turn-off. The only time that I imagine myself in the non-dominant role is with a man who gains power and grows larger.
3. I’ve seen it argued that there is more intimacy when it comes to shrinking and that the normal-sized person and the shrunken person can focus more on one another. In growth, the rest of the world is often involved (which I happen to like). This intimacy may be appealing to a lot of people.

@tinyborrower said in An appreciation for GIANTS:

I will say I recently found a story on AO3 called ‘The Beast Below’. Its a work in progress and its a giant who started at that size, so no growth but there’s some really nice mouth play in there.

Giant? Mouth play? Well, I know what I’ll be reading later

@miss-lillipants I’m always glad to find fellow giant man appreciators

I enjoy both shrinking and growth scenarios, but growth will always be my favorite. I agree with you on the emphasis on the man growing…I like imagining how he’ll interact with the world around him and how he’ll use his power (for good or for not-so-good purposes).

For a long time, I didn’t know where to post my giant work…I’ve posted some of my giant stories to Coiled Fist but I’m not sure how well M/f giant content would go over, and I don’t want to be banned from DeviantArt for posting naughty stuff.

I also want to thank anyone who’s created giant guy content, yourself included

@Olo said in Giant Bane:

ETA: Bane is still giant at the end of the episode, and the dominatrix he was seeing earlier arrives and he picks her up and they walk off to get busy.

Tiny female dominatrix and giant guy? That’s my fetish

@Olo said in Jenny the Small:

@Nyx said in Jenny the Small:

I actually have a terrible fear of being shrunken myself

I expect that’s why Dreams of Distant Spheres was so harrowing.

That, and I like horror movies/fiction way too much.

@Olo I actually have a terrible fear of being shrunken myself

I’m more open to the idea of growth scenarios. If a Godzilla-sized dude were to show up outside of my office, I may be interested…

@Olo Oh my, this is lovely

@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 I’m a fan of The Boys and the fact that there’s size-change only makes me want to watch this more.

@Giant-Man-1984 Those scenes were amazing! I’d love to see a movie about Atom Smasher and Cyclone.

@Olo Mouthplay and fearplay? Yes, please

@miss-lillipants This is fantastic