@littlest-lily Tinies suffer less from falling due to their small mass, so being moved around by puffs of air or suction (think a straw with a finger over one end) carries less risk of crushing and can even get to be fun for the tiny.
Yeah, tweezers are unquestionably scary (sometimes intentionally so).
@giant_feelings That seems like something I’d show off.
@kisupure said in Petrichor - a novel in "open beta" - [M/f, minigiant, post-apocalyptic dystopia, slavery, military setting]:
The enlisted/officer divide is a staple of military fiction, but what was once rooted in static social classes became more permeable with the rise of “professional” soldiers and recruitment. With the Disruption sending us back to serfdom, however, a battlefield commission is less a promotion than an ennobling.
Corpsmen are still enslaved, as Finch’s lack of good choices demonstrates. Captains leading armed bondsmen aren’t quite overseers or feudal lords, but the 'Naks and harsh environment seem to provide the rest of the discipline necessary to keep the corpsmen loyal. Until now, that is.
Still, Gray suddenly didn’t like how [Wesson] was taking up space.
Not as much space as some do…
animal impiety
Nice.
As far as I can tell, you haven’t disturbed the conventional wisdom that there are no female Anakim, but you have allowed that it might not be possible to engineer an humanoid effectively for combat without giving it a libido. I don’t suppose I have to remind you how non-neutered adult human males have historically behaved in prolonged single-sex environments.
What does fear pheromone smell like to other 'Naks? Pleasant? Noxious? Undetectable? Is suppression against orders?
@littlest-lily If I have to run for any reason while holding you, you’ll want to be in my fist.
@kisupure said in Petrichor - a novel in "open beta" - [M/f, minigiant, post-apocalyptic dystopia, slavery, military setting]:
What was he doing? His words were plain, but they were slippery, muddy, hiding things. Is this how he talked to Finch for a whole week? He made this seem so strangely urgent, like she was running out of time.
Like the pheromone, she can detect the foreboding but she cannot see the cause.
@NobodyOfKnowhere I coulda sworn @Nyx wrote at least one story along these lines.
@bigcuddlygiant Excellent, thanks!
WARNING: As suggested by the latter two images, this comic gets a bit gory…
What a fucking bastard.
I really like how you hint at the (pre-shrinking) history between Andrew and Nia without giving us more than we need to know. Similarly, we get to imagine for ourselves the range of tortures and humiliations he inflicted upon her, which of course makes them worse.
“Before you always looked down on everyone…so we made it so you could never do it again…"
That “we” is highly intriguing…
On a technical note, I wonder if the narrative might flow better if all the action was in the past tense rather than the present. This could easily be just a matter of taste, but to me it would feel more organic and less like, say, the transcript of a roleplaying session. YMMV.
Also, “you’re” instead of “your.”
But yeah, he really played her desperation like a fiddle, and it was delicious.
@SmolChlo I used to torment myself imagining that a venomous spider was going to crawl under my bed sheets as soon as I turned off the light. 
This is worse. 
Oh, that was nice. His hands on her spine and the back of her head were the best. And of course dialogue is the best way to explore characters. I’m pretty sure no human ever gets used to a Nak’s voice.
“W-we’ve got forty minutes,” was the first thing she said. Gray could have smacked herself for how unsexy of an opener that was.
Honey, he’s here. You don’t need to close the sale.
“Spoken like a true corpsman.”
How would you know, Traitor?
Booker rumbled deep in his chest
Um, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.
something told her that he hadn’t risked life and limb just to get her off
You never know.
gentle and mealy
Such a nasty thing to say.
She glanced up, suddenly sheepish and feeling very, very small now.
Aaand now you have your next illustration.
Gray was still busy swallowing the last of his cum as she went to sit beside him.
I guess now she can afford to swap her daily protein ration for a friday.
“Let’s do that again,” he said.
[Moonstruck Cher:] “Snap out of it!”
They are so doomed.
Really glad people are taking these issues up. My original post was primarily a joke, but it also highlighted some of the challenges I’ve had with writing about true giants (and giantesses), and I suspected others might be thinking along the same lines.
Two things to keep in mind when criticizing size fiction:
Size fantasy is no exception to Sturgeon’s law.
Many people think that writing smut is a shameful or at least unserious activity unworthy of thoughtful plotting.
While I’m all about SW/GT on this forum, some of you know that I have a longer history with the SM/GTS genre. I’ve skimmed through more GTS stories than I care to admit, and you are correct that stories that give a single thought to where a true giantess came from, what she wants, and how she’s going to endure are rarer than hen’s teeth.
It’s hard to avoid the conclusion that for these (almost entirely male) authors, giantesses are valued solely because they destroy and kill. It doesn’t matter if she has no more personality than an earthquake or a tsunami. What matters is that she destroys the world and the men in it. Sometimes there’s the additional irony of being destroyed by someone who, at one point, might have been described as delicate or alluring, but once she’s gone giant she’s fully on board with the author’s agenda of homicide, rape, and cannibalism. It’s not called Conversations With The Fifty-Foot Woman, after all.
Several books could be (and probably have been) written about why some men feel they deserve to be destroyed by women, and I certainly wouldn’t deny the validity of such feelings. I just challenge the notion that they should be considered the foundation of all size fantasy.
The neglect of what has been called the “ecology” of giants is a major obstacle to me enjoying a lot of true giant|ess smut. I need to know how all of the needs listed in the OP are going to be met if I am to relate to a giant at all. No human society that I’m familiar with would tolerate a giant for long, much less accommodate them, and any society terrorized into providing a giant with food and shelter would be unable to provide that giant with any social comfort.
To preserve a giant’s humanity, the easiest solution is probably some sort of dimensional portal that would allow regular visits with same-sized people. Perhaps they live on different planets (although that invites questions about how everyone evolved so similarly except in size). I could see a giant spaceship or dimensional shuttle parked out in the desert where the giant could get their food/shelter/communication needs met, but then wander out to meet the tinies someplace where the giant wouldn’t cause (too much) destruction.
I guess one reason that I get so hung up on these concerns is that when an author hand-waves them away, they’re signalling that their fetish thirst is more important than a coherent story. And that bugs me enough to take me out of the fantasy.
@ThumbLoverVer2 said:
This sounds like the beginning of a villain origin story.
“Anti-hero,” please.
@littlest-lily said:
Perhaps there is an element of it being largely straight men on many of these sites, which inevitably leads to a lot of focus on sexy women.
Indeed. This is what I was talking about in an earlier thread.
I’ve been toying with some terms for categorizing size fantasy tropes, and the most hopeful of these is the Indifferent v. Intimate spectrum. This criterion depends upon the focus of the story, whether the protagonist(s) have relationships that are affected by the size differential or if they are just exploring the size differential itself.
On the Indifferent end you have people encountering an environment that is fantastically smaller or larger than themselves, discovering what this allows them to do, and processing those experiences. On the Intimate end you have people encountering people that are fantastically smaller or larger than themselves, meaningfully communicating with those differently-sized people, and (re-)negotiating those relationships.
Rampage scenarios belong on the Indifferent end of the spectrum, whether the protagonist is a giant or a tiny witness. I’d also include unaware scenarios here, where a tiny is navigating a giant world and unable/unwilling to communicate with the giant people around them. The Intimate end of the spectrum, of course, is where giants and tinies interact over a dramatic period of time and determine what they mean to each other.
I place no judgment on any point of this spectrum. I just think it would be a useful way to label stories and help size pervs find what they’re looking for.
@SmolChlo said:
If I grew, I’d dig a hole in the dessert and hide.
That’s the kind of dessert I’m looking for.
I would feel so embarrassed being that enormous and naked in front of so many people a Giantess who’s afraid of the tinies
See, this is where the male GTS-rampage authors fail; they can’t imagine a woman becoming a giantess and not turning into a homicidal psychopath.
@i-am-insane said:
I get the impression that a lot of GTS writers are men, and it’s as much about desperately needing to feel not in control
Absolutely. I resisted it for a while, but clearly the most helpful analogy is to BDSM, where tinies are subs and giants are doms. And just like subs outnumber doms, tinies outnumber giants. Once I embraced this, it was a lot easier to switch between SM/GTS and SW/GT.
Fingering is underrated. It always scales up in my head.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” she murmured, the words coming out between little moans. Unfortunately, she realized too late that this made her sound hopelessly sentimental. He cocked a brow at her but didn’t even slow down.
“You can’t?” There seemed to be a little enjoyment there at her expense.
“You know what I meant.”
I’m guessing there’s a draft where Gray’s first line is “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“You really are fuckin’ dense.”
Someone oughta tell Rice that negging isn’t cool.
I have some guesses about why Rice rucked her out on that little field trip, but the bottom line is that he wanted to show her why he hates fighting for the Algo.
