@thumbloverver2 If it were fully reversible and no side effects, possibly. I would absolutely never do it without the full explicit consent of everyone involved, and even then I would be so paranoid about safety that it would probably take all the fun out of it.
…from pinning you to the roof of my mouth, but I need you to try. 
TL;DR: Size-differential is such a primal and undeniable power-differential that even the most kind and respectful people can be corrupted by it.
[Some of the below is lifted from Size Fantasy and Alternate Sexuality]
Being (relatively) giant means never having to say you’re sorry. Having a shrunken woman in my clutches means I get to ogle, grope, and taste her whenever I want. If that sounds like a rape fantasy, it is. I still sometimes feel like I should be ashamed of that, but I have also spent most of my life hoping to hear a woman tell me she’d like to shrink me and rape me, so I just shrug and keep posting this stuff pseudonymously.
Before it was sexual, my interest in size fantasy was a morbid fascination with how helpless a mouse-sized person would be. How easily and casually they could be handled, controlled, entrapped. Part of the fascination came from watching full-size people suddenly appreciate the power they now held over a tiny person. Even people of good character found it hard to resist at least playing with or teasing tinies. A careless or unaware full-size person could wreak enormous havoc upon tiny people. Being tiny was innately humiliating. Whenever size differential appeared in a TV show or a movie, I was instantly alert to how others reacted, to see if they shared my fascination. I didn’t really understand it at the time, but I was taking others’ measure of empathy and cruelty. I was also examining myself.
I wasn’t particularly identifying with any party in these scenarios. It was the encounter itself that fascinated me. Children’s entertainment is full of large characters devouring small ones, but it is almost always harmless and reversible. I became obsessed with those few instances where it wasn’t. I wanted to witness both the horror of being ingested as well as the domination of devouring another. It seemed both ridiculous and primal.
This combination of absurd and powerful also resonated with me as I began exploring my sexual feelings. I am a cishet male and have always been attracted (almost exclusively) to AFAB girls and women, but at a very early age I rejected what I perceived as society’s expectations for me as a heterosexual male. I thought everyone was trapped in a theater of selfishness and exploitation and manipulation, and I would rather be castrated than participate. Many adolescents go through periods of anxiety and self-pity and misanthropy, but I cultivated mine for many years.
But I still had sexual feelings, of course, and I felt I had absolutely no control over them. In fact, they were simply redirected into my fantasy life, which had always been active bordering on distracting. It seemed quite natural to imagine myself as a tiny bug of a boy, trying not to be noticed by the popular giant bullies, spying on the beguiling giantesses, hoping to meet a gentle protectress but believing I deserved to be captured by a callous tormentress.
“Ironically,” the freedom granted by my imagination allowed me to explore and understand why I felt guilt and shame and insecurity. Make no mistake, I had disappeared up my own ass for years, time that could have been spent getting to know a wide range of girls and expanding the range of myself. I might have even met a girl with size fantasies herself, which would have changed my life in unimaginable ways.
Of course the genre of size fantasy that alarmed me the most was when I considered the possibility of holding a shrunken woman myself. As it happened, that idea took root in my head back when I thought the most compelling conclusion of size fantasy was vore. As someone who viewed all heterosexual relationships as adversarial (that were usually dominated by men and their desires), the notion that I wasn’t already sufficiently advantaged and that I had to shrink women and stuff them in my mouth in order to find satisfaction was unbearable. So I simply buried all M/f fantasies for decades. It wouldn’t be until I found and listened to female M/f fans on the internet that I began to come to peace with this.
As I discovered other size fantasists and the resulting diversity of size fantasies, I slowly stopped thinking of this as a kink that happened to me and more of an aesthetic for which I had spent years developing an appreciation. In addition to acknowledging my M/f fantasies, learning what inspired other people helped expand and illuminate what I found arousing about size differential. Detaching my size fantasies from the core of my sexual identity allowed me to enjoy them without thinking I was expressing my “true self.” This was mainly helpful for considerations of consent, but it also but also for experimenting with how it feels to voluntarily surrender power. I’m still pretty unpracticed at roleplaying with these concepts, but I always try to explore them in my stories.
I often liken my more gruesome size fantasies to horror movies to explain how I enjoy them. When you watch a movie monster eat someone, are you “identifying” with either the monster or the victim, or are you just a witness? Do you imagine the sensory experiences of either the predator or the prey? If you enjoy it, does that mean you wanted it to happen?
Our society has decided to accommodate rape victims who (subsequently) find rape fantasies arousing. We are more ambivalent about people who find a rapist’s perspective arousing. I won’t pretend that, when I hear a woman say she enjoys the fantasy of raping a shrunken man, I don’t feel a little absolution for my own predatory desires.
My wife and I don’t engage in any dom/sub play, primarily because we both come from abusive families with shitty fathers and appeasing mothers, and we are each others’ safe havens from bullshit heterosexual roles and scripts. But she loves her some horror fiction, the gorier the better, and I write stories about giants raping and eating tinies. Our minds contain it all.
Even when a giant ultimately decides to respect and protect any tinies they encounter, there are multiple moments when that decision must be revisited and reaffirmed, an instant temptation each time. That’s what I love about handhelds; they are simultaneously protective and predatory, and the only clue as to their ultimate character is in the giant’s eyes.
That’s what I want from size fantasy: that confrontation with power-differential, over and over, with as many different giants and tinies as are imaginable.
If I ever grow to 100-feet tall, I’m gonna devour Kyrsten Sinema on live TV.
It’s one thing to reconcile your non-con and other unsavory fantasies in your own mind, but it’s something entirely different when you set about sharing and discussing your fantasies with others, let alone creating imagery or stories featuring those elements. I quite sympathize. It’s been almost nine years since I first wrote a size fantasy story with the intent of publishing it for others to read, there were decades of feelings isolated and perverted before that, and I still struggle with it sometimes.
Even now, when I write about non-con and fatal vore, I pause to worry about what kind of ideas or messages I might be putting out into the universe. Aren’t women sexually-objectified enough in our society? Are they then nothing but toys or food to me? I’m also a bit nervous of exposing shameful parts of myself. What kind of self-respecting man has to put a woman literally under his thumb?
Given the nature of porn and online communities, it is all-too-easy to get the impression that kink spaces are pure sausage fests, and far too many dudes appoint themselves gatekeepers and try to impose their own views on any women that voice their opinions. This is tragic, as what kinksters need more than anything else is the validation that only comes with a diversity of experiences.
I only started to feel better about myself and my desires after listening to others with similar desires share their thoughts and feelings. Specifically, I am deeply grateful to Jit and all the other female size fantasists who have expressed how powerful their size desires are, from the most sweetly romantic to the most depravedly cruel, taking the roles of both predators and prey.
Everyone comes to size fantasy by a different path. Many of us are indeed working out “issues,” but the meanings you discover in or assign to your fantasies is wholly within your control. There’s nothing wrong with exorcising your bitterness or heartbreak through dark fantasies, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of enjoying dark fantasies without having a traumatic “cause” for them.
The important thing to remember is that your mind is an immense place, full of things wondrous strange, and you are so much more than any of them.
@TakoAlice8 One of my favorite intimidating giant tropes is when he is unintentionally intimidating. He makes some movement or sound that is totally innocuous to him, but then he looks down and sees that her eyes have gone wide and she’s frozen in shock. Sometimes he’s embarrassed and apologizes for his abrupt behavior, and sometimes he just gives her a look that says, “Yeah, I’m huge and you best get used to it.”
@miss-lillipants Vore is a subject near and dear to my stomach balls heart, so I will likely respond with one of my trademark Walls O’ Text at a more convenient time.
For now, I will say only that the essential element of vore that I find most compelling is that it is the extreme subordination of one person to the needs and desires (the appetites) of another in the most intimate manner imaginable. I must add that my fascination with vore extends to imagining myself as pred and, alternately, as prey. I enjoy both perspectives equally.
@Giant-Gripper Here, have all the upvotes.
It’s good to get out of your own head every once in a while.
