Best posts made by Olo

The suns out time for tits and dicks! by Dainty Mistress

The Shrink Stream - ‘Tiny Domme’ by Bare-Faced-Cheek

Looking for a seat? by Comida Chino

Salivating for her by Misamy

I’m so glad you asked!

My first size fantasy explorations were when I was very young with no real sexual awareness. The tropes were those that spoke to childlike fears, usually entrapment or vore. They were in what I call “horror mode,” not particularly identifying with any of the characters but rather simply thrilling to the situation itself. This is probably why I think horror is one of the better avenues for non-fetishists to appreciate size fantasy, as they get to explore circumstances they aren’t normally drawn to. It’s also a way for people to process desires that they find uncomfortable or don’t want to admit to having. That’s a chief reason why I frequently read (and write) size horror.

ENTRAPMENT

It all starts with a grab. Before he even moves a muscle, you can see the moment of decision in his eyes. Slowly or suddenly, his giant hand reaches out and encloses her with his implacable fingers. She might have time to futilely look for an escape route, but soon enough she is enveloped in shadow and then flesh. Whatever humanity she had is forgotten as she is lifted off her feet as effortlessly as he might grab a pack of gum. She is held before his triumphant face for a moment that might last forever. There’s a reason why, even in mainstream imagery, the handheld is a universal and primal depiction of power disparity.

From there, she can be stashed anywhere. Pockets, jars, drawers, shoeboxes, glove compartments, terrariums. Places that are often uncomfortable, dark, without water, food, or toilet facilities. Forgotten for hours or days. A constant, inescapable reminder of her helplessness.

VORE

A kiss is just a taste. Vore is the oldest form of domination on the planet, and just about every form of children’s entertainment includes frequent incidents of (non-fatal, reversible) vore. As a child I feared being eaten by animals and monsters, but once I started to appreciate the seductive absurdity of being eaten by another person, I couldn’t stop seeing it. In my story The Interview, an accomplished professional woman is reduced to a breakfast pastry. The silliness somehow amplifies the horror.

Fatal vore isn’t as common in my stories so much as the threat of vore, which informs just about every size relationship I’ve ever conceived. I love having tiny ladies in my mouth, so much so that I usually can’t bear to send them to my stomach. Give me enough wine, however, and my moderation suffers. Because I like to keep my mouthtoys around, I wrote a non-fatal vore story, The Circle of Lust.

BONDAGE

Like with entrapment, tinies are ridiculously easy to immobilize. Unlike traditional bondage, however, bound tinies are often ignored rather than attended to. Taping a tiny down and then going about one’s business, ignoring their pleas, is delicious. On the other hand, it’s always a treat to scrutinize and probe a bound tiny like a lab specimen. It’s not cruelty or humiliation so much as callousness that gets me off. This was the setup for my story License.

PEER PRESSURE

As humiliating as being dominated by a giant is, quanity has its own quality when a group of giants are all leering down at you. You might be able to appeal to a single giant’s better nature, but a crowd is always going to find a tiny’s plight hysterical. Read my story Bitter Dregs to see what happens when a shrunken freshman falls into the hands of a bunch of frat boys.

BALLSACK CRUSH/WORSHIP

Letting tiny ladies play with and ride my cock is actually an indulgence, a reward for good behavior. When it’s my turn (and it usually is), I prefer to drop my ballsack on them and pin them while I jack off. I keep them pinned after I’m finished and let the jizz drip down on them. The best example of this in my stories is in Harvest Day, which also has some casual fatalities and watersports. Speaking of which…

TOILET STUFF

Peeing on tinies is an effective and gratifying method of domination and humiliation. I like to save it for those occasions when I need to make a point.

Toilet bowls themselves are fun because they are almost impossible to escape from even without a giant trying to prevent it. They also provide an easy way to dispose of tinies entirely. Every mixed-size relationship will inevitably reach a point where the tiny is dangled over a toilet bowl. I always see this scene from The Incredible Shrinking Woman as really taking place in a toilet bowl.

LIVING FLESHLIGHT

What it says on the tin. I wrote Demanding just to feature this.

NONCONSENSUAL

Rape fantasies deserve their own post, particularly when it comes to examining whether one appreciates them more as a spectator or whether one identifies with one or more of the characters. This was the hardest aspect of my M/f desires to acknowledge and accept, that I got off to the idea of shrinking and taking women against their will. I enjoy their fear, their outrage, their indignation. I don’t really enjoy their despair, but I acknowledge its inevitability. In my size fantasies, being giant means never having to say you’re sorry, and that means my pleasure in fondling tiny ladies or stuffing them in my mouth takes precedence over whatever human autonomy they might have had.

FIENDISH SHIT

Back in horror mode, I sometimes try to come up with extreme scenarios that haunt the reader beyond any sexual gratification. Andrew Nellis (aka Poison Pen) wrote a bunch of size horror back in the 90s that have stuck with me all these years. I heard that he didn’t actually have a size fetish but was just a horror writer who knew a good device when he saw it. One story had a teenage girl kidnap and shrink a teacher and the teacher’s family, and she gruesomely murdered the latter with kitchen appliances while the teacher watched (and fainted). Another story featured a spoiled rich girl who stole her father’s shrink ray and shrunk the maids and fed them to her pet iguana.

I don’t know if I can justify using it in a story, but my most horrific scenario is to keep a tiny in a terrarium with a centipede or a tarantula segregated only by a single sheet of plexiglass (that can be easily removed). Make her watch when they get fed. I don’t really identify with the captor in these scenarios, but I can’t get them out of my head, either.

(ANIMATION) Quick Snatch by @Shardro

I see this every time I close my eyes.

@foreverlurk

Replying to u/PoutineLover
By u/MouthDaddy

Thanks for the pedantry, mec. You somehow neglected to mention that virus sufferers are technically called Virally Induced Micromorphs even though everyone (including themselves!) calls them Minis.

I sincerely hope no Mini woman (or any Mini, for that matter) is unfortunate enough to run into you.

Tiny Hot Shrink by Mikester65

Congratulations to @Jitensha and @Seru on getting their visa to Japan accepted! Bon voyage and have a marvelous adventure!

Cruel Shrunk Karma

Get Ready, Lady

Shrinking at the Party

Post to r/MINUS-19
From u/BurntProvider

My wife’s been a Mini for six months now, and I can’t take it anymore. Her sister caught it first, and like idiots we let her stay with us. She got a room all to herself, we never went in there without masking and using hand sanitizer afterward, and her Mini Home is top of the line.

I’m sure you can guess what happened next. My wife forgot to mask one time and BAM. Next thing I know, she’s four-inches-tall and standing on my pillow to wake me up. I nearly knocked her onto the floor I was so panicked. I ran into the bathroom and called 911, and I didn’t come out until after they had arrived and put her in a quarantine box.

Now they each have their own Mini Home in there, and I’m religious about hygiene, but it still sucks. I miss my wife, even though she’s just in the next room. At least she has someone to talk to. Her doctor says they’re not contagious anymore, but they’re finding out new things about this virus every day.

I’ve been reduced to going to the other end of the house to jack off, although I’m worried they can still hear me. Some jackass at work said I should feel lucky because now I can “have a threesome.” Ugh.

I don’t want to cheat on my wife, but I can’t take not knowing if she’ll ever recover. The future is just so bleak.

DM to u/BurntProvider
From u/TilthQueen

My husband is a Mini, permanently three-inches-tall. If you’re in the Portland area, hmu.

Little Problems by Mikester65

@FairyFanatic said:

It seems like maybe there’s some odd beef between the different subgenres of size sometimes though, especially directed towards fans of tiny women?

Some (extremely vocal) male F/m fans think they invented size fantasy and enjoy gatekeeping, treating any other preference or perspective as an intrusive minority. Fans of shrunken women are, according to these shitheads, “defying the main fantasy, which is giant women stepping on pathetic little men.”

Fairy At Work by Spektra3DX