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@biggrumpy said in Unfortunate Alice:

@mrgoblinging7 yea i saw someone from this fetish try that sight.

the mods threw a fit and banned him.

this fetish is to dark for them. even though they allow rape and NonCon

@littlest-lily said in Out of their Element:

“I… I just want to play with you more,”

That’s Aiden’s line.

@littlest-lily Then you best pick your virtual reality roleplaying partners with great care. Or you can just order the vanilla Giant Gentleman NPC with Extra Affection.

@smolchlo Sadly, no. Giantesses still come out ahead in that respect.

I prefer to get tiny ladies into my ballsack via my stomach.

@littlest-lily Aww. I got some strong Minami-kun no Koibito vibes from their “hug.”

"You can stay here forever if you want…”

In other stories similar to this, such an offer by the biggo often provokes the more self-effacing tiny to respond with something like, “Be realistic. What if you get a girlfriend?” This is, of course, a test to get a glimpse at the biggo’s self-perception of his romantic ambitions. The tiny is typically pessimistic about such a possibility and is looking for either confirmation or a reason to hope.

Here, Evie is too wrapped up in the fantasy to risk disturbing it with such provocations. I wonder if she understands that Aiden, too, is entertaining a fantasy he doesn’t want to end.

Sometimes when I’m reading science fiction I come across technological ideas that can, in the “right” hands, have sizey applications. As we know, the Square-Cube Law pretty much eliminates any realistic possibility of true giants or tiny people, at least those who might interact with “normal” people. I suppose one could imagine aliens from a different evolutionary environment or gravitational field that could be considered giant or tiny intelligent life, but to me such a size encounter wouldn’t be much different than interacting with blue whales or field mice; there’s awe and wonder, but it’s just not the same as meeting another person who is impossibly larger or smaller than you. For that you need either magic or some hand-waving away of known physical laws.

Even in “hard” science-fiction, however, one can find a number of ways to interface with the human mind in order to experience a virtual or artificial environment, sometimes just for communication but also, tantalizingly, for recreation. Of course, I am hyper-alert for any such scenario that includes characters who intentionally seek out simulations featuring otherwise-impossible size differential.

One example of a science-fiction universe that has multiple avenues for such size experiences is Iain M. Banks’s Culture series. Humans living in The Culture are in a post-scarcity utopia, including dramatic life-extension and digital backups of one’s consciousness that can be restored to a new body if one is killed. Artificial intelligence, genetic engineering, and robotics are sufficiently far advanced as to seem like magic to us here trapped on a melting planet ruled by plutocrats.

It would be trivial for The Culture to manufacture androids of a desired size that a human could remotely pilot, just like in the Avatar movies (or in the series The Peripheral). They would have all the appearances and sensations of a normal human, just extremely large or small. They could talk, hear, feel, and have every other human experience as they encountered normal people. Presumably, the paternalistic Culture wouldn’t permit giant androids to menace human habitats, but there could easily be preserves set aside for such recreation.

More sophisticated would be engineered organic bodies into which a human consciousness could be transferred. Such bodies could be super-resilient or just as vulnerable as a normal human. With the “backup” capability, a human mind in a, say, tiny engineered body could experience the world from a reduced perspective and if they were killed (as occasionally happens to imaginary tinies), their consciousness could be retrieved, including (if so desired) the fatal experience. In the Culture series, there is a particularly cruel species that has engineered food animals that resemble miniature versions of themselves for the sheer sport of hunting them.

Of course, the simplest option is virtual reality, which The Culture has perfected to a high art. One could interact with other people, each at the size of their choosing, and AI-generated NPCs could provide the desired social environment for whatever size scenario one is in the mood for that day. Virtual scenario authors and artists would create endless narrative options, genres, and worlds to play in, and if you still couldn’t find something to your taste, give your preferences to an AI who can probably quickly generate something that scratches your itch.

I long ago gave up on the hope of ever directly experiencing true size-differential, but I still cling to the idea that technology might give us the next best thing. What would you do with these possibilities?

@smolchlo Anything’s possible in fantasy.

@luvenar said in Personal Farm (M/ff...):

I guess I’m still trying to grasp what people likes in SW here mostly.

We’re not a monolith; some like violent giant bastards, some don’t (and for some of us the mood comes and goes). Just be sure to tag your stuff accurately and thoroughly.

@Mrgoblinging7 Depressingly, in “One Little Ship” the writers decided that normal-sized oxygen molecules would be too big for the miniature crewmembers’ lungs to absorb, so they were restricted to the environment inside the shuttle.

@mrgoblinging7 I often imagine Valerie and Betty from Land of the Giants wearily trading war stories about the last time they fell into the clutches of a horny giant:

“So he starts to tear my skirt off, and I yell, ‘Let me do it!’”

“I know; it’s not like you can replace it at the local shop, right?”

“So then he tapes me down on the table and—”

“Lemme guess: he unbuckled his pants.”

“No, I never saw his dick! This guy just wanted to lick me!”

“Between your legs?”

“Nope, just my armpits and the soles of my feet.”

“You get all the pervs, Val. I’ve been washing my hair every day for six weeks and I can still smell the last guy’s jizz.”

@littlest-lily I’d love to know more about Blue’s past. It seems like she’s always been small, implying that she was bred for this role. Is she as chronologically old as she appears? Did she have a tiny childhood before she was sold? Did she ever have a choice about her fate?

@tiny-ivy I hope you encounter someone with the appropriate imagination and appetite.

Isn’t a Borrower’s life tough enough without having to diagnose the mental health of the biggos you’re dodging?

@littlest-lily Responsible owners train their pets and condition them to their environment.

@littlest-lily I’m afraid it varies depending on several factors, primarily our respective personae.

To address the specific size issue: little ladies taller than four inches are literally more than a handful, and it’s very important to me that I can enclose her entirely in my hand, so four inches is usually my upper limit.

The greatest catastrophe would be if I were to drop her, so my chief concern is a secure grip. One-inchers get pinched between the pads of my index finger and my thumb, 2-4 inchers are wrapped up by my fingers and pressed against my palm. Under a half-inch-tall is too small to really grip, so if I wanted a micro lady in my palm I’d probably have to sweep her into it. A bottle of compressed air would come in handy here.

An important factor is whether a given tiny woman has ever been handled by anyone at all or by me in particular. If it is an occasion where I need or want to establish trust, I might invite her to place herself into my palm. If I am feeling particularly dominant or if I sense that she’s feeling particularly submissive, I will simply grab her without warning or permission.

Regular readers will recall that I enjoy bathing tiny ladies, so when it’s time to dry off I’ll scoop her up out of the water. If she’s in the bathtub with me, I probably won’t be able to resist surfacing some part of my body beneath her.

There is no greater first impression than the first physical contact, and it can also be an occasion for demonstration and instruction. Dangling her upside down by her leg looks absurd, and as such it is best reserved for when there’s an audience, either other tinies who need to be trained or other biggos who would be entertained by her plight.

Last but not least, I do enjoy picking her up with my lips and teeth by bringing my mouth down over her T-Rex-style. I’ll do this with even the most cherished and respected tinies as a bit of playful teasing.