As a smol woman I would prefer my giant boi to be in relaxed clothing like pj bottoms or sweatpants with a tee shirt and me in a more adventure outfit like capris and a tank top. I always like the relationship where the giant is just there putting up with the antics of the tiny. Tiny- “the wilderness must be explored” Giant-“cool cool but I gotta finish this game/essay/etc.”

As a tiny woman, who’s favorite doughnut is indeed Boston Cream this comic speaks to me on a spiritual level.

I loved all the little details you put in to your short story! I also really liked how you expanded on the world a bit with the Micro Labor Union and made it feel real. I personally enjoy seeing tinys in action roles and fighting to survive but it’s also nice to see the darker side of when they fail. I hope you write more in this series and I’m curious of what other scenarios you come up with.

I’m not sure if this counts as dark but to me it is. To be honest I sometimes have imagined that I shrink and my ex, a giant in this fantasy, kidnaps me and my boyfriend, also big, has to rescue me. I feel bad sometimes thinking about it because it does involve my ex but I can’t help it and I always think more about my boyfriend rescuing me. My relationship means the world to me so this fantasy is my dark secret.

That looks so good! I love all the little animation details and movements. This is an amazing first try at animation. Keep up the great work!

As we all know it can be challenging to make our fantasies a reality. I’m really glad members of our community have made guides on how we can try new methods to bring our size fantasies to the next level but I was curious if anyone had some other ideas they have tried to implement and would want to share with the community. Any thing new or unconventional that you’ve tried?
For example, when I’m away from my partner for a while I use facetime a lot. My partner or I will just put our phones in our pockets while we do house chores or give really close up kisses to the camera to get the feeling of being small riding around in a pocket or getting a massive kiss. Another interesting thing I’ve done is cover myself with a large blanket and snuggle next to a rather large stuffed animal shaped liked a penis. As I close my eyes I can imagine what it might feel like to be a tiny stuffed in some giant’s pants and cuddling up next to his large member.

For me, I always had a fascination with micro/macro scenarios in mass media when I was a kid. I would tend to rewatch particular kids shows and movies with the concept. As I got older, into my teens, I started to view adult content including fictional scenarios and realized that there was more to my fascination. If I had to put an age on it I would say 16 or 18 to fully understand and accept the macro/micro affinity that I had. It’s pretty funny because I always point out the macro/micro concepts in media to my significant other and he’s like holy cow it really is everywhere.

Hi guys! I wrote this story a while back and it is my only size related story. I’m not really a writer and I wasn’t planning on posting it but after reading a few other stories on here, especially from others who were brave and took a step out of their comfort zones I wanted to take a crack at it to. I hope you enjoy it and don’t be afraid to laugh at it I had a few moments myself! All in good fun.

Thomas was wearing his jeans with a band tee and a thin jacket on top. He carried around his school bag and headphones like always and made his way to the cafeteria table. He put down his schoolwork and went to go get his lunch. Thomas settled for the half-rate turkey and lettuce sandwich with a side of chips that the college offered on Tuesday to get rid of Monday’s wasted food. It certainly wasn’t his favorite lunch, but he didn’t feel like taking the time to look around the maze that was the cafeteria. Thomas sat back down at his table and waited for his friends to arrive.
Valerie woke up in a hot and suffocating room and as she got up from her bed she hit her head on something soft. She sat herself up as much as she could and looked below her. Valerie was sitting not on her bed but on a bed of lettuce. She was terrified and confused. It was as if she was in some sort of sandwich the size of a room and it seemed all too real to her.
Thomas turned the pages of one of his books, hoping something would catch his eye as he waited for his friends, but they seemed to be running late or maybe they decided to eat somewhere else today. Nothing caught Thomas’s attention long enough for him to read on and he decided that it would be best to start eating his lunch instead. He ate a few of the chips, each one being placed in his mouth and getting crunched under his teeth. One chip after another, while he mindlessly stared out the big windows. He thought about his day, what to do after lunch, and what to write about for his class.
Valerie flipped herself over onto her stomach and decided to army crawl in any direction. She thought to herself, if this is a sandwich then it doesn’t matter which way I head all directions should lead to a way out. As she crawled her shirt and pants got soaking wet from the lettuce. She started to feel the bready ceiling give way more and more as she continued crawling.
Since the chips weren’t that filling Thomas decided he was hungry enough to start eating his sandwich. He picked up the sandwich and started to press it against his lips. Valerie started to feel herself being raised up. Her body was pressed against the lettuce floor as she felt like she was in an elevator. Valerie could barely see her surroundings as they bent and flexed. She crawled a little more and could finally see a glimpse of light ahead of her like a clearing in a thick forest. As she crawled ever closer she could make out that her friend and crush was the one picking her up. Valerie’s heart sank a little as she knew it was Thomas. She could make out his full lips, black wavy hair, and dark brown eyes. She would know that face anywhere, even if it was ten times the size of her. Thomas didn’t notice her as he pressed the sandwich to his lips. His lips opened and she could see the tips of his teeth.
Valerie was terrified. She thought to herself Oh god. I wish I could have made it out of this god forsaken place before he picked it up.
She didn’t have a ton of time to think and she certainly couldn’t push her way through with Thomas’s hands firmly pressed along the sides of the sandwich. Valerie thought how embarrassing it was for her to have to be in this situation. He wouldn’t even know. No one would find her body and his body would do all the work. Her tiny body being digested and turned into energy for his body to use in a handshake, to grow hair, lift a finger, twitch in his sleep but her thoughts quickly turned to the fact that she didn’t want to die being digested by her crush and close friend.
Thomas pushed the sandwich as much as he could to get a good first bite. Valerie could feel the pressure of his front teeth start to bite down around her and the sandwich. She was so scared and almost petrified, but she couldn’t blame him. She thought how is he supposed to know he’s eating someone.
His tongue started to move the sections of the sandwich to his teeth, on either side of his mouth. She had to think fast before she was the next thing under his gigantic teeth and she didn’t want to be pushed down his throat when he was done. Valerie also knew that people didn’t take too much time to eat a sandwich, so she made the decision to slide down his tongue and grab on to the back of his throat before his tongue forced her to. As she devised her plan, she was being firmly pressed between his wet, saliva covered tongue and the roof of his mouth. Valerie tried her best to get her feet in front of her while everything was going on. She started to scoot herself towards the back end of his tongue and she was able to gain momentum. She came up to his throat, fast. Valerie’s heart sunk once more as she could see the dark pit in front of her but she had to continue in order to survive. She pushed herself up and off his tongue and jumped to the back of his throat. She held onto the wrinkled wall as it expanded and contracted with each breath he took, as he continued to chew. She looked down at the pit and the little bit of wrinkled ledge that was holding her up. His throat was a deep and dark pit moving around waiting for his meal.
Up to this point Thomas was enjoying his meal. Nothing was particularly interesting about the sandwich but it wasn’t bad. He started to stare absent mindedly out the window again when he got a tickle in the back of his throat. Thomas instinctually swallowed the pieces of food in his mouth. Valerie watched as all the food in his mouth was being forcefully pushed into his throat. It was as if every part of his mouth helped. She held on tighter as the food hit the back of his throat and was squeezed down. It was being taken down in one large piece until all of it had disappeared. Valerie had survived this far but she had no idea what to do next. Thomas had swallowed all of his food but still had that weird tickle in the back of his throat. He started to cough a little to see if that would help. Valerie held on tighter as the wrinkled wall started to shake and quiver. The coughing was so loud as she could feel the hot air rush out of his throat. She decided something was wrong and needed to act fast. Her only options were up or down. She certainly knew what awaited her in the latter option so she started to climb up what little she could. It was pitch black as she ascended the wall. He could feel the tickle go away as it was replaced by the sensation of bubbles traveling up the back of his throat, as if he were drinking soda. The feeling went away quickly and he took another bite of his sandwich.
The air changed from a hot sauna to a nice breeze. Valerie could see the faint outline of a ledge across from the wall she clung to and decided to jump to it. She almost slipped as she landed on the other side but fell forward onto a pile of goop. She stood up and looked around. It was fairly dark and gooey everywhere. She closed her eyes and thought to herself for a second. She recalled anatomy class and remembered that the mouth and nasal cavity are connected by an extension of the throat. She opened her eyes and could see small bits of light peeking through the other side of the mucous covered room. She decided no matter how embarrassing the following events would be it would be a hundred times better then dying. So Valerie started to walk forward towards the source of light. She passed some crystalized clumps of boogers and a few nose hairs as the floor rumbled below her. The floor started to dip down and she could see his lap far below her through a few strands of nose hairs. Covered in mucus and saliva she tried her best to hold onto a nose hair close to the edge of his nostril. Thomas finished the last bite of his sandwich when he started to feel an itch in his nose. He could almost feel a booger, so he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a tissue. He started to blow his nose to relieve himself of the itchiness. Valerie held on to his nose hair as he blew hard, but she knew she only had one choice and that was to let go. On the next strong blow, she released her grip and fell into the tissue. She was wrapped in a soft and slightly slimy tissue. She could feel his fingers on both sides of her as he pulled it away from his face. Thomas placed the crumpled tissue next to his plate to throw it out when he was done. He had folded the tissue so that its contents weren’t visible. He continued to finish up his sandwich and chips when he noticed something just within his peripheral vision.
Valerie had gotten up onto her knees and made her way out of the tissue. She had made it to the cold surface of the lunch table and started to wipe herself off. She was exhausted. Thomas looked down, as his face turned red. He didn’t believe what was on the table and didn’t take any chances. Thomas picked up Valerie, cupped his hands, and walked to the nearest private bathroom. Valerie looked around and all she could see was Thomas’s fingers with small bits of light pouring in between the cracks. She could even feel his pulse as it beat faster. Thomas pressed down on the bathroom handle with his elbow and propped the door open with his foot as he entered. He placed her down on the edge of the sink and locked the door. He walked back to the sink where she was still trying to wipe off the all the slime. He bent down a little and looked at her completely perplexed. He even took a step back, leaned back in, and squinted his eyes. “What the hell is going on?” He aggressively whispered at her.
Valerie looked up at him and replied in a snarky tone “I have no fucking clue.”
Thomas was a little shocked. He wasn’t sure if she would respond. He hesitated then asked, “Did I just sneeze you out of my nose?”
She looked up him, still wet from head to toe and shook her head “You did a lot more than that. I nearly died. You almost ate me alive and I almost became a part of your lunch.”
Thomas started to put the pieces together.
“What were you doing in my sandwich?” he asked accusingly
Now Valerie was irritated and sternly replied “How am I suppose to know. I woke up in there. You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to die? To become apart of your lunch and die in your stomach. No fucking thank you.”
Thomas felt really embarrassed and held his face. He felt stupid for saying something like that. He held on to the edge of the sink and looked down at her. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know what to think.”
“Well, you’re in a better position than me so I wouldn’t be complaining too much. I’m like an inch tall, almost died inside of you, and now I’m covered in a mixture of saliva and mucus. Maybe you could help me?” she asked.
Thomas gulped and said “of course” He cupped his hand next to her and she climbed into it. He turned the handle of the faucet only the slightest bit and placed his hand under the water. Valerie started to rinse herself off under the warm water. Thomas felt little bits of the goo drip from his hand and couldn’t help but stare at her. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His close friend almost died a horrible fate inside of him and he wouldn’t even have known but the longer he watched her wash herself off in his hand, he thought that there was something beautiful about her but he couldn’t let those thoughts in. He needed to protect her now. He looked away until she finished.
Thomas looked down at his wet hand and back at the door. Valerie looked up at him and said, “Well this is a pickle.”
They both knew that they needed to leave but how on Earth are they suppose to leave with a miniature girl in his hand. Thomas patted himself down with his other hand and found he only had pockets in his jeans. He pushed back his hair, looked down, and said “I only have pockets in my jeans; you want the front pockets or the back?”
Valerie really overwhelmed over the whole situation replied “Front, I guess. Then maybe I won’t be pressed against your ass or accidently sat on.”
He nodded and replied, “makes sense”
He opened his right front pocket and let her drop down. He walked out of the bathroom, collected his books, threw out his trash, and headed back to his dorm.
Valerie was now in his rough jean pocket. The sides brushed up against her as he walked around. On the way back to Thomas’s room she felt something underneath her. It wasn’t in the pocket, but something was pushing her up a little as she sat there. Thomas went wide eye as he continued to walk. He thought to himself Oh god, not now and not like this.
He felt like a complete ass but he couldn’t help it. Thomas reached into his right pocket and adjusted himself so that his random boner wasn’t bothering her. Valerie was startled by his big hand twitching around trying to adjust himself. He was able to push his boner down a bit. He continued walking as if nothing happened with his face as red as it could be. Valerie chuckled to herself a little at how ridiculous everything was.
Thomas made it back to his room and immediately grabbed her out of his pocket. He placed her down on his desk. Thomas sat down in his chair and just covered his face with his hands. He said muffled “I’m sorry.”
Valerie sat down, looked up to him, and started to accept the situation. “What are you sorry for? You didn’t know. The whole thing was out of your hands.”
“It’s just… you could’ve died. I’m sorry. It must have been awful for you to think you were going to die in me. I made you fight for your life and then after all that to be sneezed out. God, I feel like shit and worst of all a fucking boner had to happen. Fuck. I swear I would never hurt you.” He started to get a little teary as he replied.
She smiled at him and said “I get it but you really can’t blame yourself. Yes, it was fucking terrifying looking down at that big dark pit and almost getting swallowed but I survived. I’m out here and not in there. Also, you can’t blame yourself for a few reflects like swallowing, sneezing, or getting excited. I knew you would never hurt me and even though I had to fight to survive I’m alive, so that’s all that matters.”
Thomas wiped his eyes of the few tears he had and nodded.
Valerie said with a sigh “I’m going to be honest with you, I kind of need to take a breather. Can I lay down for a bit?”
Thomas gave an uneasy smile and said “of course.” He picked her up and placed her on his windowsill. She hopped off his hand and curled up with her hands under her head as a pillow while she basked in the sun. He decided to lay in his bed alongside the window for the time being. He laid there with his back turned to her. He had a nervous look on his face as he contemplated what to do next.

Personally, I would love to see a part 2 whether it’s SFW or NSFW! I feel like this scenario is something I would totally do to my partner. I always want to change up/expand his wardrobe but I can never remember his sizes let alone my own. Love the art style!

@olo saves picture in secret folder Thank you!

@giantesslover45 Pitbull is that you? Really gives a new meaning to Mr. Worldwide.

@olo I really do look forward to these pics everyday. What a highlight! I really like the drip cumming out on this one.

A giant dick a day will never keep the tiny women away.

“Not a religious organization” Excuse me but being a tiny woman is my religion.

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Honestly, a lot of the kinds of guys I would like to see as giants are from more family friendly movies and anime. Three that come to mind are:
-Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach
-Flynn Rider from Tangled
-Nod from Epic
And when I say giant it doesn’t necessarily mean I want them to grow but more like I wish they would carry me around all day. Honestly any fictional character that looks like the last two has my heart. There’s a ton more.

As we all know it can be challenging to make our fantasies a reality. I’m really glad members of our community have made guides on how we can try new methods to bring our size fantasies to the next level but I was curious if anyone had some other ideas they have tried to implement and would want to share with the community. Any thing new or unconventional that you’ve tried?
For example, when I’m away from my partner for a while I use facetime a lot. My partner or I will just put our phones in our pockets while we do house chores or give really close up kisses to the camera to get the feeling of being small riding around in a pocket or getting a massive kiss. Another interesting thing I’ve done is cover myself with a large blanket and snuggle next to a rather large stuffed animal shaped liked a penis. As I close my eyes I can imagine what it might feel like to be a tiny stuffed in some giant’s pants and cuddling up next to his large member.

I’m from the U.S., particularly the New England area. If we’re talking ancestry my big three are French, German, and Polish. I took French classes for about 7 years but I barely retained anything. (I’m better at reading French than speaking)

For me, I always had a fascination with micro/macro scenarios in mass media when I was a kid. I would tend to rewatch particular kids shows and movies with the concept. As I got older, into my teens, I started to view adult content including fictional scenarios and realized that there was more to my fascination. If I had to put an age on it I would say 16 or 18 to fully understand and accept the macro/micro affinity that I had. It’s pretty funny because I always point out the macro/micro concepts in media to my significant other and he’s like holy cow it really is everywhere.

I loved all the little details you put in to your short story! I also really liked how you expanded on the world a bit with the Micro Labor Union and made it feel real. I personally enjoy seeing tinys in action roles and fighting to survive but it’s also nice to see the darker side of when they fail. I hope you write more in this series and I’m curious of what other scenarios you come up with.