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Great Big Story

Seasonal reminder that any tinies who sleep in gingerbread houses quickly start tasting like gingerbread themselves.

from L’Ecole des Caresses by Graf Roth (aka François Vallorbe)

@Nyx

petty

Go ahead, keep laughing at him.

@littlest-lily I’m told that when I cover a tiny with my hand it feels like a weighted blanket.

How much bigger than you is he?

Is he someone you would be attracted to in a same-size context? Is his attractiveness unrelated to your giant fantasy? Or is he even physically repellent to you?

How old is he? Is he older or younger than you?

Is he physically fit? Is he “average”? Is he exceptionally muscular? Is he a “twink”? Is he fat?

Does he have facial hair? Does he practice manscaping or some other kind of grooming?

Compared to other men of his size, how long or thick is his cock? Is he circumcised?

How does he dress?

Piercings? Tattoos?

What else is important about him to you that hasn’t been asked above?

L’Itiphalle (Can’t get enough of your love, Darling) by Apollonia Saintclair

@littlest-lily Ah, this was much-needed comfort food. He has no soul who could refuse “Couch cuddles?”

Brave, good faith efforts on both their parts. Aiden’s naïveté regarding police was more than made up for by his fulsome declaration. “I like you this way” is such a loaded statement; I’m glad they both have the patience and trust to explore it fully.

Looking forward to meeting the woman who would dare marry Diego.

So, I’m 5’9" (175 cm), which is average for an American male, above average globally, perhaps a bit below average locally (Pacific NW). None of the women in my life have been unusually short or tall. Regular readers will remember that for most of my size fetish “career” I’ve thought of myself as primarily a Shrunken Man, and I admit that women six-feet-tall and taller intrigue me, but never to the degree that it might alter my romantic ambitions. Similarly, atypically short women are fun to think about, but it’s not a primary draw.

@TakoAlice8 said:

A reason why I felt ashamed of my fetish is I feel that lots of people think that many girls only date tall guys and are judgmental towards guys height. I don’t care if a guy is shorter than me when it comes to dating. But this made me feel ashamed of my fetish because I feel if people found out, they would think I am taking the phrase, “I only date six feet tall guys.” to a whole other level.

As a guy who has repressed his M/f desires for similar reasons, I am quite sympathetic. M/f fans, female and male, can get a lot of shit for expressing their preferences. And heaven help you if you’re a shrunken woman who likes thinking about a giant man who eats you or crushes you or pisses on you. Jit and Seru created this as a safe space for these desires.

Your mind is an immense place, full of wonderful and terrible ideas, but you are more than any or all of your fantasies. Everyone has the right to fantasize about themselves at the size they prefer experiencing the situations they desire. If you’re at one end of the height spectrum and you want to switch, go for it! If you like your height relative to others and you want to be even more so, have at it! Go play!

How tall are you in real life, Alice?

@nyx It’ll be fun to see that pecking order get established.

(source needed) (seems it had the same inspiration as this)

@littlest-lily I’ve said this before, but the fact that Evie didn’t know any of these people before she became tiny greatly simplifies how their relationships have developed. She’s already confronted the possibility that Aiden might “like her better this way,” and here Moira and Diego—while showing love and acceptance—tell Evie that they’ve adapted to having a three-inch-tall friend for the foreseeable future. If Evie is ever to be restored to full-size, she’s going to need her friends’ help, and she needs them to want that as much as she does. I’m curious to see the reaction of someone who knew Evie at full-size to see her as she is now (I just hope it’s not Brock).

Oooo I’m curious what you mean by your kind of villain.

One of my favorite size themes is seeing how different people adjust to the power differential, particularly in worlds (like this one) where size-changing is unheard of and no one’s had to seriously consider it before. While Camila might not be the most mature young woman, there’s been nothing to suggest that she’s disrespectful of others or prone to depraved indifference or casual violence. Until she met a three-inch-tall romantic rival.

World-breaking size-differential (like Evie’s) also tends to break morality; this is a brand-new situation, so perhaps the old rules don’t apply. The amount of physical accommodation tiny people need is so absurd that full-size people are constantly forgetting or discounting it. Their sheer vulnerability argues that worrying about tinies’ welfare is a waste of time and effort.

Camila initially resisted recognizing Evie’s personhood, and honestly what kind of person is threatened by a bare foot? Evie’s inability to affect much of anything runs right up against the fact that she has clearly foreclosed Camila’s romantic ambition. That kind of dissonance can erode all manner of moral values.

So, “my kind of villain” is an otherwise considerate person corrupted by the power-differential between them and people much smaller than them.

It’s been interesting to see the reactions to Camila - even far before this particular chapter of her being more blatantly a bully there have been a lot of intense comments about her.

Genre-wise, Out of Their Element has been a Gentle size story. The main antagonist seems to be miscommunication. There’s been no foreshadowing of a return of Dr. Little, and even Brock could well remain safely in the backstory. Then, just as Evie and Aiden seem to have found their groove, Camila shows up and interrupts the string of New Characters Who Unhesitatingly Agree To Protect And Befriend Evie. Camila is the other shoe for which we’ve been waiting to drop (hopefully not literally).

Sell her. To a stranger. For cheap.

@dr-tol Sweet. Luscious. So fragile, so precious. I’d curl my immense body around her to protect her, just to feel her fluttering heart against my skin. Look up at me, darling, and let me hold you forever.