@olo No surprise. He did the original foot stomp in the Monty Python credits. There’s the giant scene in Time Bandits. I might be reaching here but I don’t think someone uses giants that much without having at least a special interest in them.
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RE: Popcorn
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RE: From Scientist to lab rat
tattoos don’t bother me, since I know they only stay on the surface. Shallow needles are ok. They’re painful though!
What I hate is the deep, lingering Novocaine needles at the dentist, and having my blood drawn. There’s something about the violation of the inside / outside separation that fundamentally scares me.
There’s a recurring trope in the MMF/m sizey scifi novel that I wrote that plays with this fear. The main character constantly crosses this boundary.
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RE: What fictional character would you like dominating you as a giant?
@Peep Ooh, a giant angel / golem! I love him as a protective giant now that you point him out.
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RE: Mechanical Bulldo
@olo I want to ride that…anyone there who knows about my fetish would roll their eyes. But I’d have to.
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RE: Titan Attack
@olo the touch of a true artist: to include the titan’s dick in the skyscraper’s reflection. That masking took effort.
Oh, how many work hours have I wasted looking outside and thinking about this? I’d be pretty happy just watching him walk by. Though if he wanted to stain the outside of the windows with cum, that’s fine too.
There’s a story in my “draft 0” folder about a tower-destroying giant. He doesn’t like the new woman CEO who disobeys his instructions just because she has legal protection to. It’s coming…After I finish other stuff.
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RE: Lesser Known Inconveniences of Being Giant/Tiny
Re: the glasses/ contacts. I’ve always imagined my shrinking to actually be done with magic. Even if the contraption looks like tech, because only magic allows me to handle the problems I’d have if just my natural human body shrank: my substantial dental work and IUD would burst through me like huge grenades. No thanks!
Sooo in my stories I magically shrink all the things I would still have on me even if I was “naked”, if I want the shrinking-out-of-clothes trope, if I want it to make a little more logical sense, then the clothing stays too, so maybe the shrinking tech gives wiggle room of an inch or two outside of the skin when it’s selecting matter to shrink. This would keep glasses and clothing intact but not a purse.
Anyway, back to shrinking women problems. Transportation is a big one. If a giant is carrying you, they have to be more careful than someone carrying a raw egg. Or they would need to have a container they prepared for it ahead of time.
Sitting in a chest pocket - assuming the giant is very careful to not bump against things - is really the safest place you could hope for an average guy to have available. Every time I wear a button-up shirt with a chest pocket I think about how it would be perfect for if I ran across a tiny person.
The big hoodie pockets that go across the center of the belly on sweatshirts without zippers would also be cozy. Almost like a kangaroo pouch. Those aren’t very fashionable right now, though.
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RE: Tasty tiny ladies
@giant-me Instantly horny, damn.
Sorry, no eloquent prose on this one.Thanks for sharing these here! They’re great!
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RE: He's a mean one
@Olo I’ve never particularly liked the grinch, but the who’s I got more excited about were the ones in the book “Horton Hears A Who”, where it’s shown that those creatures are all smaller than insects. Microscopic even. That got my brain whirring about size difference early.
Anyway, going by that other book, that means that The Grinch, and everything that happens in those stories, is all microscopic.
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RE: Shelved
@mrgoblinging7 aah there’s a good reason to be shrunk by someone who also fucks men … Wanders off into bisexual size orgy visions
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RE: Matchbox Pet
Surround me with something soft like cotton in here to reduce impacts, and you can safely keep me in your pocket all day. Take me out for a break, let me see light, before you put me back in, without me knowing when you’ll pop me out again. Maybe in a few hours. Maybe two days later when you’re doing your laundry.