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@blehb that strong ick response is normal when someone asks or forces you into a kink position that you’re not comfortable with. I’ve been there, too.

The Giant Taxi

(A Sizegate Story)

CW: Vore, MC Death, NSFW, Ownership

Credit to Olo for bringing up the idea of spring break vacationers after I brought up the idea of the Sizegate. Got my brain going just in time for Vore day, 8/8.

Sizegate backstory:

For as long as anyone can remember, a stable portal between a giant and a tiny version of earth has existed in an area of the earth you and I know as London, England. The scale between the two worlds is 18:1.

The portal has only ever been large enough for the tiny people to go through. In ancient days, it was the source of the myths of Gods on the tiny side, and Faeries on the giant side.

In the modern era of science and commerce, it is a bustling port, allowing trade in both directions, and tourists to visit from the small side.

This portal, and the neighborhood it’s in on both sides, is now known as Sizegate.

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Chapter 1:

The train platform in London’s glass-covered Paddington Station was sweltering hot, and crowded. A pack of five fit American women in their mid-20’s were standing in the line for a circular, low-ceilinged train. Vanessa, Georgia, Crystal, Mercedes, and Maria weren’t dressed like business commuters, or even like normal American tourists: they were instead decked out in their finest, sequin-covered, club-wear, including spaghetti-strap dresses which could be mistaken for long t-shirts, that barely covered the bottom of their ass-cheeks.

Every man traveling with his wife who glanced their way tried to avert his eyes from the sight.

They had had a good night’s rest in London, and a few drinks already, and were overall, ready to party down, but one of them couldn’t help but bring up a topic that the four bridesmaids had been wondering about their bride, the whole trip over from their home state of Ohio.

“Vanessa, we could have gone anywhere for your bachelorette. You know we’re good for the travel. Why did you pick Bigside?” Georgia asked.

“You can’t say it’s the weather. England is rainy all the time,” Crystal chimed in.

“You’re just getting cold feet because you’ve never been,” Vanessa responded.

“None of us have, including you! Because none of us have a deathwish!” Georgia said.

“Girls. Who is the bride-to-be here?” Vanessa raised her voice, and smacked her high heel on the train station floor. “You all need to get a grip on yourselves. You are such suburban wusses. I lived in New York City for three years. I am not afraid of anything.”

“You were in a luxury apartment,” Mercedes responded, rolling her eyes.

“Come on, you have to have had a special reason to want to go here,” Maria said, pouring the suggestion on thick.

“All aboard, Bigside,” the conductor called out. The girls piled onto the tightly-packed train.

“What do you mean, Maria?” Vanessa responded, icily.

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed that Dave has a whole foot on you,” she responded.

The other three bridesmaids giggled. Vanessa turned scarlet. The normally-confident, smooth-talking, blonde Real Estate Agent started stumbling over her words.

“I’ve just always thought it was – okay so – I just really liked Jack and the Beanstalk as a kid, okay? So it’s been a lifetime dream to meet a giant,” she said.

The bridesmaids started giggling, before Maria guffawed.

“Oh you just want to meet a giant? Like have a little chit-chat?” she teased.

“Yeah, it’s just like, an intellectual interest, okay? It’s no big thing!”

“I don’t know, Vanessa, I’ve heard it’s a pretty huge thing,” Georgia said, holding her hands out in a gesture like she was giving head to a giant dick.

The bridal party absolutely lost it. Maria started crying. Their laughter was so loud, the passengers around them plugged their ears. Vanessa joined in. Her giant fetish being out in the open for the first time was a relief. Just in time for their train ride to take them to meet the real thing.

Once the train passed through the glowing, crackling Sizegate, it entered Bigside. The scenery was a letdown, since the train tracks go straight from the portal into a covered tunnel. But when the women exited the train, they immediately noticed that the floor was shaking. There were constant rumbling sounds coming from above them. The conductor, and most of the tourists, didn’t react.

“First timers?” a chubby Australian tourist asked them, laughing. “Those are giants,” he added. “You get used to it. Sort of.”

“Remember to avoid mixed-size areas except in controlled and certified settings. Please proceed directly to the Giant Taxi Pickup for transport to your next destination. The historic Tiny Tunnels are unmaintained, and mixed street surfaces are not suitable for tinies,” a loudspeaker announcement crackled. “Do your part to make your vacation safer!”

The announcement repeated in 5 more languages, as the bachelorette party walked through more airport-terminal-like tiny-only tunnels, following signs for the Giant Taxi Pickup area.

They came to a long stretch of the Port’s Tiny Tunnel that was constructed out of giant-made bulletproof glass. There was a plaque at the start of it.

“Giant Acclimation Viewing Area

Please take a moment to observe the local inhabitants of Bigside before you proceed to the street.

If this view is too unnerving, return trips on the Sizegate Limited are free of charge, pending proof of a recently-arrived incoming trip. Remember: Do your part to make your vacation safer!

- Sizegate Port Authority”

The five women looked up and gathered sights to mentally connect to the constant rumbling they had been hearing. They had almost convinced their instincts that it was construction noise or The London Underground beneath their feet, but no, the ceaseless earthquakes were from the footsteps of hundreds of giants who were walking to and fro in what looked like a gargantuan version of Paddington Station.

Each of the random passersby giants was the size of a seven-to-ten-story building back home. Any one of them could crush any of them under their feet and not even notice it.  Georgia started shaking.

A family of three giants stopped their movement, and looked into the glass tunnel. The son pointed at the group, and said, “Fairies!”

The father and school-aged son moved forward, crouching down.

“No, son, those are tinies,” he corrected. “Fairies are just in the storybooks.”

“But they’re so sparkly,” the kid added.

“Well, they’re pretty tinies,” the dad explained.

The billboard-sized faces of the two giants stared at the women. They stood still out of instinct.

Except for Vanessa, who waved, and stepped forward.

“Aww, he’s just a kid,” she said, singsong.

Out of nowhere, the son slammed on the top of the tunnel. It was so loud, the women were convinced they were about to die, and all of them were knocked to the ground by the vibrations. The thick, giant-made-glass held tight.

“Steven! What are they teaching you at school? It’s seven years bad luck to hurt a Tiny,” the father scolded, and dragged the kid back to the mother. The father looked behind him one last time, and winked at the tiny women, “Especially the pretty ones,”  before the family moved on.

Georgia stood up, and vomited. She then gingerly wiped her mouth with a makeup remover wipe, and turned around. She took off her heels and ran as fast as she could towards the return trains to Smallside.

“Love you girls, but fuck this! I’m out!”

(To be continued…)

It’s possible that in my single days, I once hooked up with a very tall guy largely because of his size. We met at a music festival so we also had that and art-making in common. But the physical attraction seemed to be more long-lasting on my side than on his, I can tell when I’m not genuinely wanted. So, I didn’t try to force it to last too long.

I mentioned loving his size to him the first night, and he responded coldly. I guess he wasn’t happy with his own body for some reason, I don’t know why.

He was more than a foot taller than I, he dwarfed me in the bedroom. His frame was like hairy steelwork.

His was the face and body I imagined on skyscraper-tall giants in my fantasies for years. Still is sometimes.

@i-am-insane
Why do I want to shrink? Because I have a fascination with it, and a fetish for it.

I’d rather not psychoanalyze my own pull towards this fetish, because it runs the risk of me overthinking myself away from my sexuality. There is some sexual trauma in my past, but I don’t think it’s tied specifically to my macro/microphilia, because I experienced size fascination in a platonic way before I had anything like sexual or romantic desires.

What I like about shrinking, in general, is the same as what I love about giants: the feeling of being in direct contact with a being so much more powerful than myself. Being overwhelmed. Being outmatched. Feeling awe towards the giant. Big is beautiful, big is majestic, big is almost divine. Big barely has to put any effort towards actions that would take me all day.

Is the giant careful or careless? Kind or cruel? I love both for the same reason: the power of both is overwhelming, and it is a privilege to be able to commune with it in any way.

I do prefer giants compared to being shrunk, but shrinking has a secrecy and a quiet to it that fits more easily into stories , especially about the modern era. An undiscovered giant might live in the middle of the mountains in a medieval fantasy story. But only shrinking lets a giant / tiny interaction happen easily in anonymity in the modern world. Incredible things can happen behind closed doors. Your neighbor or your boss can become a god to you.

@tiny-ivy

Chapter 2

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Not deterred by the vibe-killing party-foul of the most anxious of the bridesmaids, the rest of the bridal party continued their march to the street exit, arm in arm, steps in sync. As soon as the Tiny-sized automatic doors opened, hot, loud air hit the four women, and they staggered back into the quiet of the Tiny Tunnel to put in their earplugs.

“Good thinking with these, Vanessa,” Crystal said.

“This is going to be really intense, but I’m excited,” Mercedes added.

They all hooked their arms once more, and marched forward. The automated doors opened for them again, and the eerie, oversized shapes moving all around them that they had seen in the glass tunnel indoors were now all around them, but louder, darker, and bigger, as unfathomably huge cars and busses were now behind the layers of stomping, giant people. One shoe with a stiletto heel as tall as they were stomped right in front of the women, and they unhooked their arms, scurrying backwards.

“Sorry I missed you, loves!” A giant woman in a navy blue Sizeport uniform and boots said, before shouting to the giants around her, “Mind the slight visitors!” She was holding a bright red stop sign the size of her head, covered in blinking red lights, that she held above the women like a high-up umbrella, marking them as a moral hazard to any giants who were passing by this Tiny Tunnel exit.

“The Certified Giant Taxis are just this way, girls,” she added, and just a few of her steps away, there was a wide, sturdy steel tower that went up to her-chest-level, also covered in blinking red lights. The women ran to the tower under her stop sign, and got in the queue behind dozens of other tiny people of all genders, visiting from around the world. They picked their preferred type of taxi on a kiosk, waited a few more minutes, and then got in an elevator that took them 6 stories up.

“Male taxi, ready,” the giantess with the stop sign announced.

The women left the elevator, and walked a few feet from its door to a second set of sliding doors, which lead to a cushy, carpeted cabin with two rows of four chairs that looked like roller coaster seats covered with leather. The back wall had a black light shining on geometric patterns, but if you counted the open glass doors, the other three walls were all see-through.

“Welcome to your Certified Giant Taxi!” An overly perky woman explained on a video screen on the back wall. “Please buckle up, and stay seated for the whole journey! The red lights you see above you are video cameras, for your safety! The giant you’re riding on today is also equipped with body cameras on their person, so there’s nothing to worry about!”

The women buckled themselves in, with chest and lap harnesses. As soon as they did so, the clear doors in front of them shut, and more machinery whirred around them. Air conditioning blasted, and loud pop music started playing. After a loud thunk, the room they were in lurched backwards, and a loud, live voice boomed at them from above and behind them.

“Evening ladies, where are you off to tonight?”

The voice vibrated the amped-up women better than any battery-powered gadget ever could. A sun roof opened up above their chairs, and the bridesmaids could now see the huge, cheerful face of a blonde, clean-shaven, giant man, who seemed to be about their age. The giant then stepped sideways, out of the way of the busy loading tower, rocking and bouncing the passenger cabin strapped to his chest with each movement.

“We’re going to ‘Jack’s Escape!’” Vanessa shouted, thrilled.

“Good taste, friends,” the giant responded, and started walking that way.

The other women were still getting over their surprise at learning that they had willingly stepped into an inviting-looking room whose back wall was actually padded fabric covering an enormous man’s chest.

“Do you think the taxis on the giantesses have no back wall so the guys can see their cleavage?” Maria mused.

“Oh, yeah, some of the Uncertified ones do. Gets a little sweaty in those, I hear,” the giant replied. The bridal party giggled, the ice finally broken, and enjoyed how smooth his pace became once he got into his stride.

They rode on for a few minutes, staring out the clear walls at the huge urban night. Distant skyscrapers broke their brains if they tried to fathom them, but the closeby sights of the giant crowds bustling past their ride were much more interesting to watch.

When they got to the nightclub, after they paid the taxi fare, the cabin they were in jerked roughly, as their giant driver unlatched it from his chest, grabbed onto handles, and moved it down onto the ground. He then let them out directly in front of the two-sided nightclub’s Tiny entrance.

He was being careful, but it took an incredible amount of skill, that he didn’t have, to match the mechanical smoothness needed to make the descent totally comfortable for his passengers.

“Have fun, girls!” he said with a lilt, and walked away.

“The loading tower makes that last part more comfy, but it’s only at the Port,” Vanessa apologized to her friends, as they gathered up their sense of balance outside of the club.

“Whatever! Vanessa, I am not complaining, this is your night. Let’s get some thimble drinks!” Mercedes said, and the four women walked into the Tiny side of the 20-tiny-story tall nightclub, going straight for the bar.

The bottom floor of the nightclub was like every other nightclub the girls had been in, with scads of normal-sized patrons, a normal-height ceiling, loud music, and a VIP lounge in the back. The girls got a deeply underpriced sangria that was served in a giant thimble, the size of a punch bowl to them. There were thick-skinned pieces of orange pulp the length of their hands floating in the drink, but the friends were too busy dancing, getting trashed, taking group selfies, and singing along to their favorite tracks to get caught up in these details.

“Girls, you gotta check this out,” Maria said after returning from a bathroom trip. The four followed her to a blue-lit elevator bank, and read the mega-Club’s directory.

“Techno floor, hip-hop floor, 80’s floor, so?” Vanessa said.

Maria pointed to the sign for the 6th floor.

“Mixed Size Balcony!”

Vanessa’s eyes opened wide with excitement.

“We’re so doing that!”

The women got into a crowded elevator, which stopped at every floor, blasting them with a different type of music at each stop. They were the only ones who got off at the Mixed Size Balcony, and they immediately saw how this floor was different.

There was no sound system blasting on this floor, rendering it eerily quiet compared to the rest of the club. This room was three stories tall, with a tremendous glass panel covering the entire half-mile length and 3-story height of the wall that separated the small and big sides of the club. The Balcony was at the height of the middle of the giants’ bodies, the same convenient grabbing height as the giant bar counters nearby.

The women walked forward, mesmerized at what they saw through the glass.

The movements of the giants while they were walking on the street, as wild as it had been to watch from the comfort of their Giant Taxi, was nothing compared to their view of giants tearing it up on the dance floor. The crowd was a mix of younger and middle aged people, but they were all clearly having a great time. There was a glare of light from the balcony that washed out their view of the dark room from this far back, hiding some details.

The music from the giant side was coming through the glass, at a lower volume, low enough for the girls to speak to one another.

“They shouldn’t be able to shake their huge bodies that fast. They have all the strength on us, but they also have all the speed?” Mercedes said with tipsy logic.

Vanessa giggled. “Yeah those stories about giant slayers where the giant is a slow idiot, and the hero just runs around them… we wrote those to make us feel better about ourselves. It’s really no contest.” She hiccupped.

The sound of the giant dance music got louder for a moment as a small door in the glass opened up, and a group of ten college-aged men walked onto the balcony. The last man held it open for them, but Crystal shook her head no.

“Wow.” Crystal said. “I think I need tequila to actually go out there. Shots!”

“Shots!” the other three agreed, and they went to this floor’s crowded, carpeted bar. After the round, they walked out onto the balcony themselves.

The women were immediately bathed in extremely loud dance music, and orange light, from bright retail-lighting lamps installed right above their open-air, steel and wood balcony, which went on for hundreds of feet. On the giant dance floor below them, there was a giant velvet rope around the balcony, keeping the giants from accidentally knocking into it while dancing.

Every other space and experience so far had been so carefully controlled, only allowing Certified Giants to interact with them, but this was different. This was a space where the women could choose how close to get to the giants.

A beautiful, middle-aged giant woman dressed in tight jeans and a tube top showing off her ample cleavage walked through the velvet rope area, and looked over all the tinies. None of the bridesmaids were particularly bisexual, so they stood still, trying to draw as little attention as possible, and stared, as the giantess plucked one of the college boys off of the balcony as casually as she was picking a flower.

The boy screamed from being moved so quickly, but as soon as the giant woman stuffed him into her cleavage, he cheered, his dream come true. As the giantess walked away, the college boys rooted for him, as loud as a crowd at a football match.

“They look lively,” a giant, fit man dressed in a mesh tank top said as soon as the giantess left. His left arm was around the shoulder of another giant, fit man with sparkling earrings and a white crop top that showed off his six-pack abs.

“Sure,” the crop top partner said with a bored tone, and the mesh shirt giant reached for the crowd of straight college boys. They screamed and scattered, running to the left and right, bumping into the bridal party, but there was, as Vanessa said, no contest between giants and tinies. The giant man easily grabbed two of the boys in one hand, and walked away. The captured college boys were screaming the entire time until they went out of earshot from the bridal party.

“Maybe we should leave,” Crystal said.

“Maybe the next one will be a hot, straight guy,” Vanessa said, looking into the crowd, trying to get the attention of anyone who looked right. Her tiny, sparkling, well-lit movements caught the eye of a cute, bearded, straight-looking man in a football team fan uniform and tight jeans. He walked into the velvet rope area, and waved flirtily at the tiny ladies, before turning around and bringing his high-heeled, plain-looking wife into the velvet rope area with him.

The bridal party did not want to get any closer to any giant wife, and ran indoors, right as the huge couple made it over to the balcony.

The girls regrouped over a round of club sodas, trying to sober up a little, realizing they still needed to keep their wits about them. This was very different than flirting at the same sized club. It was literally impossible to say, “no thanks.”

They were close to the college boys, who were talking about the fate of their fallen comrades, very loudly.

“I’ve been here before. They ain’t allowed to take them out of the club,” one of the college boys said, with a heavy Scottish accent. “Bouncer’s got a tiny detector at the door and everything.”

“Okay but have you never talked to a gay guy? You have any idea the sort of stuff they get up to in the club bathroom?”

“May lord have mercy on James and Mohammad,” another boy said, and they all made the sign of the cross on themselves.

“Amen,” the rest said.

“And may I have the same fate as Richie next time,” another boy said, and the group got back to jovial nonsense.

The bridesmaids moved to a quieter table, and continued their own conversation.

“Girls, I know what to do. It’s expensive, but I’ll get the bill. There’s this club called ‘The Huge Embrace.’ They’re all 100% Certified and trained giants, men and women, but it’s so expensive because they’ve got a paper trail, and this special equipment so you can have all kinds of fun, safely. And you pick who you want to be with.”

The other women just looked at Vanessa, unsure.

“…You want to hire a giant gigolo?” Maria asked.

“I looked this next place up, they have a 100% safety rating, and amazing reviews,” Vanessa said, right on the edge of whining.

“This is my last chance to do something like this,” she finally brought out the Bride card.

“All right, Vanessa. Let’s get in a Giant Taxi and head on over,” Mercedes relented. “I didn’t know until this trip, Van, I never watch this kind of stuff, but I think I might be into this, too,” she added.

The other two in the group were still making up their minds.

“Come on girls, it will be a spectacle, if nothing else,” Mercedes added, until Crystal and Maria agreed.

“Okay, but all of you, don’t tell anyone that I went with you to a giant whorehouse,” Maria said.

“It’s not really about the sex. It’s based on this thing in Japan called a Hostess Club…” Vanessa started, and didn’t stop until the end of the elevator ride.

The four of them paid their tab, and headed to the Giant Taxi pickup area outside of this club.

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(Author’s Note: I gotta cite my sources - the idea of a giant Host Club was yoinked from a @Jitensha comic! One of my favorite things!)

@BryTheGuy

“This is about more than hiking…”
I was really expecting an confession right there! Haha. Thanks for bringing this here.

@giant-me
This definitely isn’t true for me.
My kinks and my romantic side are mostly separate. The part of me that likes real-life romance and romance fantasies is just a different part of me than the part that is into nonconsent fantasies.
It’s like one’s my libido and one’s my heart.
I have absolutely no idea why I’m into cruel giant scenarios. Maybe it’s some twisted part of my brain where the age-old, amoeba-deep don’t-get-eaten instinct is turned into a get-eaten impulse?
Where my kinks come from don’t HAVE to make sense. I don’t really have faith in Freud at all, he had a lot of dumb ideas about the subconscious that have no basis in science, so the idea that anyone with violent ideas secretly wants to be violent just does NOT ring true to me.
I come more from the cognitive behavioral therapy side of self-care: if it isn’t causing me problems, I don’t care, and where the thoughts come from doesn’t really matter, as long as they aren’t damaging me or others.
I know I’m talking more from the sub side, so I’m speaking from a more morally ‘defensible’ position, but the idea that this isn’t a hidden real desire is as true for doms as it is for subs.

For example, my nonsonsent fantasties in this space often include the main character dying, or being trapped. In real life, I would fight tooth and nail, with every fiber of my being, with inner strength I am not even aware of, to stay alive and to avoid being trapped / imprisoned.

I think that if you’re a dom, you have to let go of the guilt that comes with that. Part of that is by not trying to tie your dom fantasies to real-life justifications - don’t psychonalyze this part of yourself, because it’s unscientific and just a detailed form of self-hatred.
We don’t really know why we’re kinky in this bizarre, fantasy way. As long as you only play with this fantasy with consenting adults who are also into it, it truly doesn’t hurt anyone. It’s not some glimmering id sitting at the base of your brain wishing it could lash out based on previous ego injury. That’s just a lingering fear of yourself.
You’re good. Yes, you’ve experienced rejection, we all have. That isn’t why you have this kink.

Hello folks! This book I wrote wouldn’t exist without this forum, seriously. You folks here really encouraged me to explore all sides of my fascination with size, and people I met here really encouraged me to write more.

Anyway, it’s called “Giant Greedy Love.” It’s a romance novel.

*Rock musician Jack Ruben is cheating on his long-term boyfriend. What do you expect from him? It’s part of the lifestyle – he can’t help it!

He also can’t help it when a freak spaceship accident shrinks him, and two stoner lesbian aliens, down to just four inches tall.

Everybody seems to want a piece of him, now. He’s so unique, so charming, and so physically unable to fight back.

His body may be toy-sized, but his heart still sings full volume for his boyfriend. Survival as a tiny man sounds easy, though, compared to the real challenge: showing that he’s worthy of a continuing relationship with the now-overwhelming love of his life.*

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09MCNMFKP/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p1_i0

There’s tons of sizey action, relationships, and sci-fi fun, including some uncanny cyborg bits. There are several sex scenes. The intimacy is mostly M/M, though there are also M/m, F/m, M/F, and F/F scenes.

I know that F/m doesn’t belong here, but I really wouldn’t be posting this link if that was the main content of this book. It just fit in the story, considering the main character is a bisexual man.

I hope you enjoy it!

I was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, and two of the models I follow both had G/t themed campaigns up right now. If this is a growing trend, I will not complain.

Sources:
Coyotl https://www.instagram.com/haatepah/?hl=en
Patrick Church https://www.instagram.com/patrickchurchny/?hl=en

Here’s the Coyotl ones, larger, since they’re so sweet:

I am so glad you asked.

My favorite stories are of a cruel and sadistic giant. For some reason, him doing whatever he wants to the tinies, and enjoying their fear and terror, getting pleasure from destroying them and their world, is so incredibly hot to me. City destruction, nonconsensual, and living, aware, non-chewing vore. The giant coming all over the tiny, using them as a sex toy. The tiny losing their rights. I also like crush, but not as much as vore. I am just fine with the tiny dying.

I love the psychology of it. I love the moment that the tiny learns the giant’s true intentions. When the tiny’s hope that maybe the giant will be gentle gets smashed.

And now, for a confession, that I am a bit shy of admitting here, since it’s such a hard line for so many people:

I have been writing stories on Coiled Fist for a few years now, since I don’t particularly care if the tiny is a man or a woman. Since that site already existed, and already had some wildly sick fantasies on there, I was able to indulge in my grossest fantasy, in excruciating detail, there: I don’t know why. In real life, I totally hate it. But in giant stories, scat, and anal vore, and piss, just turn me on like they have no right to. I am repulsed by it in real life, but it’s in 2 of the 4 stories I’ve put up on CF. I am considering putting them here, but I wasn’t sure if they would be welcome here. I also have 2 stories without scat that I could also post instead.

I only really enjoy unwilling-prey “soft” vore (by that I mean that the prey is swallowed alive, no chewing. It doesn’t mean the prey survives the giant’s body.)

It’s one of my favorite things.

I love that it’s an inescapable act of total domination. The prey has no hope. I love mouth play because I love the moments when the tiny still wonders about escape, tries to plan a way to get out, before the giant expresses his complete superiority by triggering a swallowing reflex that’s as basic to him as breathing. That tension and release, the loss of hope, is the center of the fantasy for me.

I love that an entire human being is reduced from someone with a full internal life - hopes, dreams, opinions, money - to just a few calories. To something as insignificant as a spoonful of food.

I love that just the tongue is more powerful than any movement the tiny can make. I love that the esophagus is a tight, long passage that can not be climbed up again by the tiny. I love that the stomach can kill without the giant having to do anything at all - the giant can fall asleep, and his own body will take care of the rest.

It’s the ultimate example of the effortlessness that I love so much about giant domination. The hard part is catching the prey, because tinies can be wiley, but once that fist is around the little snack, their fate is sealed - and all the giant has to do is eat his lunch and wait to feel sated.

I can’t logically explain it in a way that would turn someone on who isn’t already into the fetish. It’s such an out-of-left field one that I understand why there are macrophiles out there who consider it a no-go. I’ve loved it since I was a kid. Trying to explain it to someone who’s not into it does feel a bit like trying to explain a foot fetish. (There’s one I do not have.)

It makes no sense, really, we’re all descendants of squirrel-like-mammals, we really should not be sexually excited by this when our distant ancestors actually had to worry about being swallowed by snakes, but it’s just an attraction I have. Maybe the human brain is just so overstuffed with an over-abundance of neurons that we’re all a little defective in some way.

Katie breathed out heavily, starting to feel pain in her arms after the 12th rep. She slowly let the handles down to their resting position, and looked up at Ryan with a pleading look.
“You’re feeling it already?” her trainer asked, not hiding the surprise in his face. “This is the same weight you’ve been stuck on for weeks, Katie. Push yourself.”
Katie smiled, and gathered her courage for one more set.
“Only because you’re here,” she said. “I’d be done if I was by myself.”
“Well! That’s why you pay me, right? Let’s try one more set,” he said, smiling at her encouragingly. “I believe in you.”
She pulled the bars up again, starting to shake, but feeling the pressure from Ryan to try to show improvement. Again and again, her biceps hurting more and more with each rep. She felt pain in her arms and winced visibly.
“OK - OK, I see you’re still stuck here,” he said. “Put it down, slow-” he said, helping her steady her arms as she let the weight down.
Katie felt shame at his permission to stop trying this.
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t have time after work this month to keep up with these,” she said, almost pouting. She put her hand on her shoulder, hiding her face from him.
“It’s OK, Katie. We all have our limits.” He said, putting his hand on the back of her neck. “Maybe this is your limit for now, until you change something else.” An electric thrill ran through her spine as he touched her. Her crush on him was powerful, but she couldn’t let him know - she was married. He was gay, at least based on the photos she saw on his Instagram profile where he was kissing another incredibly ripped man. She couldn’t help but lust after him - although she knew that such a perfect, Adonis-like body put her chubby, out of shape frame to shame.
She sighed, and looked up at him with all of her attention. His kind green eyes seemed genuinely concerned for her. Her heart skipped a beat. Do not fall for him, god damn it, he’s gay, her wisdom told her. She looked away from him.
“What else can I change?” she asked.
“You really want to change your shape?” He asked.
“Yes!” She replied, like an eager student. Many years ago, she got A’s in all of her classes in school, - other than gym.
He studied her for a moment before responding. She saw his eyes scan her up and down like a shopper deciding on a purchase.
“Come back to my place after you change in the locker room, and I’ll show you how you can really improve your body,” he said. His tone of voice sounded seductive. Katie’s heart started pounding, and she looked up at him with shock.
“Really?” She asked, her face flushing.
“Don’t you want to see how I really got this body?” he asked, running his hand over his left bicep like he was showing off a showcase product. Katie felt her blush go all the way down to her pussy as she studied his beautiful body back.
“B-b…” she stammered.
“Your husband doesn’t have to know. Your secret will stay behind my lips. Forever.” He said.
“How could you be interested in… me? I thought you were gay - and I’m so chubby-”
Ryan coquettishly put his fingertips to his mouth in mock shock, an effeminate gesture.
“Such assumptions, girl. Not all femme men only suck cock, you know.” He chuckled. “You know - bi boys are, like, a thing?” He said, with a lilting touch of attitude in his voice.
“And as for your, well, generous posterior?” He gestured towards her overweight rear end. “In women, I like some extra bounce to my ounce,” he said, with a playful smirk.
Seeing her blushing, he slapped her ass.
“Go. Get showered and changed. I’ll meet you at the front door.”
Katie had never showered so quickly in her life.
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Ryan’s apartment was a short train ride away from the gym - in the opposite direction as Katie’s house. They barely talked. Ryan was messing around on his phone and smiling. He seemed to have an active social life on there. Katie’s phone never once rung or beeped. She stared at the floor, trying not to look at Ryan too lustily. Was this really happening? Her mind was racked with guilt. Her husband trusted her, and he wasn’t the paranoid type to text when a trip to the gym took extra long.
Ryan’s apartment was in a modern, cool-looking condo building by the river. It had neon lights on the front lobby, and it even had a pretentious name. The elevator from the lobby opened straight into his penthouse when they got to his floor.
The first thing that stood out was his weight racks. They took up the space in the living room that most people use for the TV, in front of the couch. There was a small iPad attached to small speakers behind the rack instead of a TV.
“For tunes when I work out,” he said, when he saw her staring.
The second thing that came to her notice, once she looked slightly closer, was the many shelves lined with two dozen hamster cages of various sizes, with multiple stories made of cardboard in each one. They looked like tiny, transparent, apartment buildings, with blurs that she couldn’t see clearly but that looked like furniture on each of the 2-inch-tall ‘stories’. The stories seemed too short for hamsters, or even mice. She looked around with puzzlement.
“Those cages are actually a key to my amazing muscles, Katie.” Ryan said, as he put his gym bag down near the front door, and grabbed a gadget that looked like a tazer gun from a shelf.
“Oh, don’t worry! It’s not a tazer!” He said, seeing her fear. “Go ahead and take a closer look at the cages, I’m just going to get comfortable on the couch here.” He put the gun-looking device down and took off his sweatpants, showing his tight boxer briefs and the sizeable bulge it contained.
“There will be plenty of time for staring, later. I want to teach you about my training diet. Go, look at my collection in the cages.”
Katie walked closer to the cage nearest her. From a few feet away, she could see that there was some sort of moving animal living on all of those stacked cardboard ‘stories’. She couldn’t imagine what - maybe insects or tiny lizards?
“Are they dangerous?” Katie turned around and asked.
“Oh, no, they’re entirely docile,” he said, and he stood up. He was now shirtless and in tight black boxer briefs, and he adjusted his bulge in a showy way. “Come on.” He grabbed the tazer-looking device from the couch and walked up to her, right in front of her. “They’re still too far away, Katie. Get closer.”
Katie turned around, feeling uneasy about him being right behind her with that device. But she trusted that this must be some sort of strange illegal animal that he was proud of owning.
As she got to the aquarium, a motion-activated light switched on next to her, fully illuminating the scene inside: a dozen tiny, naked people, some of them staring at her through the glass, some of them sleeping in makeshift piles of fabric and some sitting on tiny dollhouse furniture. They were all just a little more than an inch tall.
Katie shrieked.
“What are those? Who are they? Are they robots or toys, or a hologram? What sort of joke is this?”
One of the tiny women, a white woman with blonde hair just like Katie, who looked like she could have been a relative of her, was banging on the glass and trying to scream something at her. The voice was too faint, Katie couldn’t understand her.
Katie took it as a warning, and turned around to try to run. Her heart was now pounding again - but this time, not from a workout.
As she turned around, Katie ran straight into Ryan, who was standing directly behind her, grinning in a cocky way and pointing the weapon at her.
“Where do you think you’re going, little morsel?” he mocked. “And no, they’re not holograms. They’re as real as you are, and as you will be.”
Katie tried to get around him, but he blocked her exit with his body. In a last ditch effort, she aimed a kung-fu kick at the hand with the weapon in it. At the exact same time, he pressed the trigger down, and a beam of white lightning arced out of it and onto her foot - which suddenly stopped a full foot short of its original target.
“What?” Katie asked. She looked at her foot, at the weapon, and then to Ryan, and realized with a shock that she was now only three feet tall. The kick had missed because her leg - and her entire body - had all become much shorter.
At only three feet tall, she was now just barely taller than Ryan’s belly button. He posed for a moment, proud of his body, and took off his boxer briefs. She grabbed her head and shoved it to right in front of his now enormous cock.
“Come on, you know you want it. And look, I already helped you lose more than half your body weight! Aren’t I such a good trainer?”
Katie was horrified - and also aroused. She was afraid of him, but he had now become even hotter. His cock was now the size of an impossible porn star’s to her shrunken proportions. She had seen videos with midget porn stars handling this size difference- she would love to see what it would be like to feel that filled up. She grabbed at it and looked up at him, pleadingly.
“Oh, now you want to stay, little miss Kung Fu kick? You ain’t worthy of me actually fucking you, girl.” He pushed her hands away, and pushed her down.
“Learn your place, you chunky little snack.”
“Snack?” Katie looked up at him, and tried to run again. She ran past the kitchen and towards the elevator door.
He ran after her, easily stopping her tiny legs from getting her to the elevator. “Do you really want to leave so soon?” he mockingly pouted. “And leave me all alone, with my 300 little room-mates?” When he mentioned them, his eyes lit up with a predatory menace.
“Here Katie, let’s get down to why I’m really here. My diet. Let me show you what I keep in my fridge.”
He opened it.
It was completely empty.
“I only eat pure, live, raw meat, and the best place to get the exact nutrients I need to gain this intense muscle, is from eating more of the like.”
“No!” Katie shouted, starting to get it.
“Yes, Katie. I eat lucky volunteers like you.”
“No, that’s evil!” she yelled.
“It’s just natural, girl. Here, let me show you.”
He pointed the device at her and pulled the trigger. Sparks leapt out at her, and stayed on her, this time for much longer. The world spun. Her entire body filled with pain. She closed her eyes and fell to the floor, feeling nauseous and dizzy. She opened her eyes again and looked at the floor. She could see each individual carpet fiber like a thick rope beneath her hands. She couldn’t fathom what would be waiting for her if she actually looked up.
The ground beneath her shook. She looked up.
About a hundred feet from her, she saw Ryan’s enormous bare feet, each the length of a city bus to her. He wiggled his toes and he laughed. His laugh was like the sound of a train rumbling above.
She was now on all of her fours, completely naked, on top of what used to be her gym outfit, in front of this God of a man.
“You see this beautiful body? These shaped muscles?” he said. He flexed his muscles in a complete routine. Katie was horrified- and fascinated. She watched as his enormous body glistened and rippled at his command.
“All of these thousands of calories, all of this amazing physique, came only from one dietary source: tiny people, like you.”
Katie did the math. Assuming they were all her size, that meant he ate hundreds of people a week. The sheer scale of his evil was breaking her brain. He looked up at his huge bulk, and pictured how many thousands of people had died to get him enough protein to get that gorgeously sculpted.
“Let me show you how this works, so that you understand,” he said. He bent down and sent his right hand towards her. She stood up, and tried to run, but his hand was so much faster than her, and his enormous, padded thumb and index finger gripped her from the front and the back. She flailed her legs uselessly as he put her on his palm.
“It’s NOT evil. It’s beautiful. I need you to see this,” he said. “I’ll teach you about your place before you fulfill your destiny. I know that you’re smarter than most, so you should understand this.
He walked her over to a coffee table, and placed her gently inside an empty, clear-sided glass cup. The sides were completely smooth, and a dozen of her feet above her head. There was just no way out. All she could do was look on in terror as this giant terrorized this city block’s worth of people that he kept in their little cages.
The giant man walked over to the same aquarium that Katie had been looking at earlier, and grabbed a long glass tube with plastic caps on each end from next to it. It was about 10 inches long to the giant, but the length of about 5 cars to Katie, and wide enough for someone her size to crouch in. He carefully unlatched and then lifted the cage lid off, and placed the tube inside, and popped one of the lids off one end.
“Remember my promise from yesterday, my friends?” The tiny people in the aquarium stirred. One started running towards the tube. “Ah! He remembers. Do the rest of you? If you folks get into my tube, and participate in one final experiment, I’ll make you big again, and let you go. Remember?”
A few more started making their way to the tube.
“And if any of you are too cowardly to help me with my science, I will slowly boil you alive,” Ryan threatened. Many more ran towards the tube. It now had the entire aquarium population inside it.
“Good pets,” Ryan said, and capped the end of the tube. He walked back over to where Katie was watching this, and sat down, so that she could hear and see everything clearly.
“Now Katie, you need to be part of this.” He said, and tipped her cup into his other hand. He walked to the couch and laid down flat, stared at her with his menacing eyes as she cowered in his palm. “I need you to stay on my throat until I take you off of it. Do not stray. Do not try to run, or I will break all your limbs. Do you understand?” Katie shuddered, and nodded.
She looked in his other hand, and she saw the tube full of a dozen people jumbled on top of one another, being held like a tube full of toys - but full of terrified, and slightly hopeful, people.
Ryan laid fully flat, and put Katie on his bulging Adam’s apple. She could feel the vibrations of his heartbeat and his breath going through his throat, and could see just a little past his chin and towards his other hand, which was removing the lid from one end of the tube, and turning it towards his horrible mouth. The people in it started to scream, seeing his lips part and make their way around the lowered end of their glass prison. They tried to climb over one another towards the other end of the tube, but he kept on increasing the angle - and they couldn’t win against gravity.
Katie could hear and feel him swallow individual people from the tube, slowly, one by one. She’d hear his thumb release from the end of the tube and the sound of the person falling into the mouth, muted suddenly by the giant’s lips covering the screams. She’s feel the swallow start, and then finish, as the giant’s enormous Adam’s apple beneath her twitched. She’d hear the victim’s muted screams as they made their way from the back of the giant’s mouth to right underneath her in his esophagus, and then to beneath that in his stomach, where the sheer thickness of the abdomen and the distance from his throat silenced their screams from her.
He did this, again and again, for each of the people trapped in the clear glass tube, until the 6th victim was swallowed. Then, he picked her up by gently squeezing her sides, and kept his hand with her in it in front, so she could now see the scene from a better angle.
Now she saw the next victim drop, screaming, terrified, into between his giant lips, his teeth thoughtfully pulled back. She saw his enormous muscular lips closing around him, and now she saw the sick grin on his face as he closed his eyes in pleasure during the slow swallow. She glanced downward, and noticed that the his cock was now rock-hard.
He was getting ungodly amounts of pleasure from this slow torture of all of the people in this tube.
He pulled his thumb back from the hole again, and a green-haired man fell out, but at the last second, he grasped at a middle-eastern looking woman, who was gripping onto the sides of the tube with her muscular legs, against all odds, with the weight of the 3 other people on top of her pushing down on them both. She was saving him from certain death with just her instincts and her quick skills. The green-haired man dangled there, and put his other arm out- getting a better hold onto the woman.
Ryan chuckled.
“That’s so heroic. If you really want to go down together, you all can,” he said, and tapped the back of the tube. All five people tumbled out of the tube, and into his enormous cave of a mouth, that he had opened extra wide. Ryan let them sit there for a moment, as he put the now empty glass tube down, and pulled Katie in even closer, to right in front of his jaws. She could feel the giant’s horrible breath go past her, and she looked just 20 feet below her to the victims. They were all screaming, and clawing at the wet, slippery tongue around them, trying defiantly to avoid the fate of being digested. She wished she could do something, but there was no way for her to stop the giant from closing his enormous lips, and swallowing - dragging the five terrified, screaming people down his esophagus and into his waiting stomach. He smiled, closed his eyes, and groaned in pleasure.
“Ugh, nothing gets me hotter than feeling them squirm all the way down,” he said.
“You seemed to want my dick before. Now, let me oblige your tiny heart,” Ryan said, and put her into his palm. He spat a giant wad of spit onto her. She choked, almost drowning in the sudden deluge, and didn’t have time to process what was happening when, with enormous G forces on her tiny little body, he quickly put his hand with her in it onto his enormous , and now rock-hard, cock.
Her world became nothing more than the scent and the feeling of his rock hard cock all over her tiny, naked body, as he used her as a texture toy for his enormous manhood. He stroked himself up and down, almost crushing her. She struggled to breathe in anything other than spit and the scent of his sweaty shaft.
Ryan put her back into the glass cup, and continued beating himself off. His moans were getting louder and louder. He put his cockhead right above the glass, and she stared up at it with terror. She heard the sound of his balls pumping the precum, like a giant organic pump kicking into gear, and she saw the clear liquid starting to drip off the cock-head the size of a car and into the cup.
“I love… feeling… their pathetic… squirms… in my stomach,” he said between pants. “And you’re next,” he said while staring straight at her. The gaze made terror spark through her heart, and she exhausted every brain cell she had to try to think of a way to escape. There was no way to escape other than through his mercy.
“Please…spare me. I won’t tell anyone,” she screamed up at him.
“Maybe…” he grunted out, his facial expression showing the agonizing pleasure of orgasm.
Thick, goopy, hot cum streamed out his cock, falling into the glass and all over Katie. She tried to hold her breath as the explosion of liquid coated her entire face and shoulders, and with spurt after spurt, became a deeper and deeper pool for the tiny woman. By the time the giant man was done with his load, she had to swim to keep her head above the surface of the cum pool. She felt just the sticky, squirming mass of giant-size sperm cells surrounding her body. She had to use her hand to wipe some of it away from her nose so she could breathe while swimming, and she dipped under the surface for a moment, bobbing towards the bottom of the glass.
When she came back up to the surface, she saw him looking down at her, a twisted, amused smile on her face.
“You think it’s hard to swim in that? Just wait until you try to do the backstroke in my stomach acid.”
His giant, pillowy fingers plucked her out of the glass.
“I don’t like the taste of my own cum much, though. I mean, gross, right?”
He walked her over to the kitchen table, and placed her onto an enormous porcelain dinner plate. She was the height of a button mushroom on it. She slipped, still covered in the coating of cum which was slick as oil against the smooth porcelain.
“Here. Wash yourself off,” he said as he placed a folded, wet washcloth next to her.
She walked over to the washcloth and squeezed some water out, splashing herself with it, and rubbing herself against the huge cloth, trying to get clean. The water was so cold, but she felt so violated by the feel of the cum all over her, that she was grateful for the chance to get a little more clean.
“Thank you, Ryan,” she said, hoping that her pathetic gesture of obedience might get her in his good graces. She felt more naked than she had ever felt before, under his threatening gaze, completely cold and wet.
“Aww, you’re so cute now,” he said. “I could just eat you up.”
He picked her up and held her upright in front of his face. She was shivering, both from fear, and from the cold water.
“Take one more look at your destiny,” he said with a sick smile, and moved his hand and her towards his stomach’s rock-hard abs. “These beautiful abs took so much hard work and exercise- and so much protein, from volunteers like you,” he said… Katie could hear muffled screams now that she was next to his stomach. Apparently, this type of death took some time. The giant’s stomach let out a hungry growl. It sounded like an enormous, evil machine’s hydraulic system behind the ab muscles, churning away, moving dozens of still-living, dying, and dead people through it, ceaselessly.
Katie winced, dreading the thought of going there. This couldn’t be the end for her. To be reduced to such insignificance? To just become a few calories for this man?
Ryan brought her to in front of his mouth, and burped. A blast of foul-smelling breath went past her, comfortably warm. She started sobbing.
“D…d…don’t!” She said between sobs.
He chuckled slightly, and parted his lips in front of her. Each of his front teeth was easily as long as one of her shins. He held her above his mouth, and gently touched her dangling feet with his tongue. The enormous, wet, powerful muscle, barely touched her legs at her as she kicked in fear.
“STOP!” she screamed. “I’m not food! I’m a human being!”
He pulled her away from his mouth for a moment, to be sure she could see his full face.
“If you were still a human being, you wouldn’t fit so easily into my mouth, silly,” he said, and put her in front of his mouth again. His lips opened once more, and Katie stared at the menacing white teeth - and the horrifying blackness behind the tongue.
Ryan gently placed her onto his tongue, and closed his lips around her rear, leaving her shoulders and head outside. His lips were soft and luscious, but to her tiny body, they were stronger than any person that had ever grappled her. She kicked and screamed, one last time, and she beat her tiny fists against the edges of this fleshy trap.
“Spit me out! Please! I won’t tell anyone!”
She could feel the vibrations of his small, amused chuckle rock her entire body, and saw that the lips she was trapped in were now smirking.
With a miniscule effort, he sucked her fully into his mouth. The light of the room they were in was replaced with darkness, and wet, and the heat of his body. She could hear and feel his heartbeat all around her. It was like the constant beat of a distant speaker at a nightclub. She struggled to breathe, there was so much spit covering her. She felt two teeth in front of her with her hands, and tried to back away from their dangerous edges. She tried to get to her knees in the little space between the tongue and the roof of his mouth, but the tongue was so slippery, she was just sliding and falling.
He pinned her to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, and opened his mouth slightly. With a slight lisp from his tongue position, he said, “Here: Your final glance at light!” She looked below her and saw mostly just the bottom edge of his mouth and lips - but beyond that, he could see the kitchen table, and the enormous plate, and the light from the motion-activated lamp in the corner of the room.
He closed his mouth again, and released her from the pin. He opened up his jaw slightly, making the inside of his mouth tall enough for her to stand in. She thought for a moment that he was changing his mind, and she got to her feet on the slippery surface of the tongue. Was he going to show her mercy, like he hinted at earlier?
In a sudden rush, the tongue, and the muscles of the neck worked together in a swallowing reflex, pushing Katie prone, and pulling her to the back of Ryan’s throat and into his esophagus. Katie screamed in terror as the muscular tube pulled her down the throat. It brought her to a fleshy hole for a moment, and Katie could hear the screams of the other victims clearly now. The hole at the top of the stomach automatically opened and she dropped into a chamber that smelled like the pure essence of vomit.
She fell on top of the small crowd of people who were swallowed from the tube. She tried to right herself and realized through the senses of touch and sound that they were all standing in a deep pool of stomach acid that was now about as high as her breasts. Some of the people were sobbing, some were hugging each other, and some were talking.
“But he said he’d let us go,” one man said.
“I know. This was supposed to be an experiment.”
“Maybe he’ll barf us all up?”
“He never did that to any of the other victims I’ve seen him eat,” a woman said.
Someone wailed.
“Would you all shut up and just let me die in peace,” another said.
Their entire chamber rocked with a delighted laugh that filled their ears with its force.
“Your squirms are so delicious,” the giant said, patting his belly, throwing waves of force through the stomach. Some people fell down.
After he did this, Katie heard a disturbing plumbing-like sound of a rushing liquid, and the pool of acid they were all in got deeper. The terrified crowd tried to keep their heads above it as it steadily trickled in, like a pool getting filled by a garden hose. Katie knew what she would become if the acid got deep enough for her to have to tread water. She couldn’t tread above the acid forever, and there was no surface to cling to in this smooth, fleshy prison.
Soon after this, the acid started to make her skin feel tingly. Too tingly. It then intensified to a burning sensation. She stopped trying to swim then, and just accepted her fate. She breathed out and sunk to the bottom of the acid bath, beneath the squirming, screaming crowd of people, and breathed the deadly liquid into her tiny, pathetic lungs. She could control one last thing: how quickly she could stop squirming.

@cyberpool I would do this if I was shrunk. So fast.
A sadistic shrinker would be startled by my complete consent.

@i-am-insane oh, dude. Cuddling would be the best. Hands down!

Being lifted in his iron-strong yet gentle hands, put on a shoulder, kept in a chest pocket. Snuggling against his ear, or just resting on his chest as we’re falling asleep, his heart beat hammering beneath me, like absolutely nothing else - as loud and as strong a vibration as a huge animal pushing against the edges of its enclosure, but as comforting and ambient as the sound of an old house settling.
His breathing, a sound like wind but with the rhythm Nd movement of a sea shore crashing.
His warmth, no heater needed for me on the coldest nights.
I write wild, sexy and evil stories on here, but the average fantasy I think of in my day to day is more about this.

I was thinking recently of a shrinking virus scenario. A normal-sized couple that is genetically immune to its effects decides to turn their loft apartment into a refuge for shrunken people abandoned by their family, or who wanted to live with a group of other tinies instead of just their normal-sized family members. The tinies who move in are actually respected by the couple, and never have to pay a huge city rent again, because between all of them, their various artistic hustles more than cover the cost of the place.
The couple enjoys building elaborate sanitation and electrical systems, and beautiful buildings, and the tinies actually form a functional community. They make money by posting videos about it that go viral on YouTube. A new form of collaboration between bigs and smalls is invented here that leads to other tiny-rights’ activists starting more colonies like this, some in full-sized houses, eventually populated by hundreds of littles.