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    • The Perfect Diet - M/f,m

      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.
      +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
      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.

      posted in Stories
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    • RE: Mini-giants

      @TakoAlice8

      That’s a really good point that I didn’t even want to bring up, but it’s true. Age play is my biggest squick and some mini-giant descriptions revel in this, or at least bring this up in my associations.

      posted in Size Life Chat
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    • RE: SW Inspiration - Gentle Fluff

      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.

      posted in Size Fantasy Chat
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    • RE: The Whale and the Ocean

      @tiny-ivy

      CHAPTER 2:

      Saturday, June 21, 2025




      It was the middle of the night, and Jessi Baker was making fantastic time on the Single-Handed Atlantic Cross-The-Pond Race, from Plymouth in England, all the way to Newport, Rhode Island. It was a solo sailing competition, which means she was allowed to use nothing but wind, wits, and her trusty yacht. She knew that first place was impossible, as radio chatter had Mark Halford reaching the finish line earlier today, but she was still hoping for second, third, or fourth place, since she was only at 19 days out, and had about a day left of travel left, if her calculations were right. Mark’s first place run was 18.5 days long. It wasn’t a record, but it was a good time.

      It was her first ever solo race, so she tried to give herself a break if she didn’t place high. Just finishing was an accomplishment for someone soloing for the first time. It was weeks at sea alone. It was personally fulfilling like nothing else, to go so far for so long, alone, but it was also grueling.

      The sky cracked with lightning, right as Jessi thought of this, like the fates had been listening to her self-satisfaction, and wanted to remind her who’s really in charge of what happens to a mortal human on a tiny white sailboat, surrounded by nothing but the elements.

      The stars disappeared from the sky as a sudden stormcloud poured rain down. The waves swelled. The boat rocked every way.

      A rogue wave several times taller than the rest smacked into the side of her boat, sending it reeling starboard. She feared for a capsize, but she barely evaded the edge of the water by making a hard turn, before another wave knocked her boat the other way. Righting herself back to safety, her heart pumping, she felt truly alive.

      These swells were bigger than she expected based on the weather forecast. She opened her satellite phone and looked at the weather radar again. A dark orange and red squall had appeared out of nowhere, and was pushing her towards an uninhabited island to the west.

      She opened her SONAR and saw the rocks of the island getting closer, even though she saw nothing but dark ocean in front of her between the lightning flashes. She tried to steer herself between the squall and the island, and noticed a small light source to her right, what looked like a small house on top of a seaside cliff. That was a nature preserve, not a light house, according to her maps, but she focused on the boat’s path ahead of her. She had to avoid hitting the rocks that surrounded it.

      She found what looked like a passage out towards open water and past the squall, and steered the boat towards it. She heard a horrible scraping sound, and her hull hit a rock. Jessi ran to below deck to see the damage, and saw a sharp ridge of granite the length of her leg poking through the hull.

      Her heart sank. There goes the race.

      Now, race taken care of, she just had to worry about not dying in her first shipwreck. She secured her life vest, grabbed her go-bag, and tried to unlodge the boat from the rock, to see if her trusty boat could stay afloat for just long enough to get closer to the shore while protecting her from personally smashing against the sharp rocks. She managed to shove the craft off by some miracle, and it stayed buoyant for just long enough to smack spectacularly into two distinct pieces right next to a rocky beach. Jessi crawled off the back half of the boat, and scuttered, crab-like, across the slick rocks, stunned, but alive.

      She was alive, but she had lost her satellite phone and radio on the boat. Only her regular cell phone was in her go-bag. As soon as she was on solid ground, she turned it on. It had no signal. She considered looking in shallow water for the satellite phone in the morning, if it could survive that long sitting in seawater.

      Lightning crashed again, and the thunder rumbled, right on top of it. That squall was right on top of her.

      Jessi sat down on a flat rock, just out of the waves’ reach, feeling like a beached whale. The exhaustion of the last 20 days of high-adrenaline racing, topped off with her boat being destroyed, and her being marooned, all hit her at once. She moaned in frustration, and put her head in her hands.

      “Are you all right?” a male voice asked from behind her.

      Jessi startled, and stood up, turning around, and trying to step backwards. Jessi had been going on 10 hours of sleep over the last 3 days due to the tricky navigation, and hadn’t eaten anything solid in 20 hours, on top of the adrenaline from almost dying, and the equilibrium mess from being in a boat for the last 20 days straight. Her sense of balance reflected all of this. She fell flat on her ass on the wet sand, legs splayed out like a newborn colt, in front of this stranger.

      “Oh, my, let me help-“ the stranger said, and walked forward, reaching out his hand. Her manners took over her fear, and she accepted his help automatically, as though it was a perfectly normal thing to run into a man with a New York accent on an uninhabited island off the coast of Newfoundland. His hand was warm, and soft-skinned.

      “Thank you,” she said.

      “No, thank you!” the man said.

      “You’re welcome? For crashing my boat?”

      “Of course not! No! You crashed?” he asked, in alarm.

      Jessi could only see his outline, with the cloudy sky covering the moonlight, and the only light on the island coming from behind him. But lightning flashed behind her, and for an instant, she could see a bearded man in his late thirties, wearing glasses, with wavy, dark hair going down to his wide shoulders, in a dark duster raincoat. Despite the eerie lighting and musty outfit, an honest compassion shone through his facial expression.

      “Yes, it’s over there-“ she pointed behind her, and he turned the beam from his old-fashioned, large metal flashlight that way. A yellowish patch of light illuminated the two halves of her beloved “Albatross.” It was 30 foot long, and it was now a pile of firewood and fiberglass.

      “Are you hurt?” he asked.

      “No, I’m fine,” she said automatically, but she was only now beginning to feel the rising panic attack from the brush with death occupy her mind. She hadn’t had a real anxiety attack in months, she remembered her breathing, and concentrated on what her body felt. A sore leg, a sore arm. Nothing bad. She walked forward, testing her body’s condition, stepping just past the man. She seemed okay.

      “This storm won’t get better tonight. Come to my place, you can stay ‘til the morning,” he offered. “I can carry your bag,” he added, stooping down for her heavy go-bag.

      This would be a strange place for a bag thief to live, she thought. She allowed the slightly embarrassing act of chivalry without a word. She got weirdly uncomfortable when men held the door for her, it always made her feel a tiny obligation that she didn’t want to owe them, but the act was always done from too polite an intention for her to ever actually bring it up with anyone.

      She just wanted to be treated like an equal, instead of like a delicate flower.

      “You live here? Is it a lighthouse?” she asked, as they started walking up the cliff towards what she now knew was the same out-of-place house light on a cliff that she had seen from her boat.

      “No, though I’ve thought about building a mini one. That’s just my house,” he said, gesturing forward.

      His voice had a smooth quality that drifted into the air like incense smoke. Her tongue-tied boyfriend back home would be extremely jealous of it. She loved her boyfriend beside his stutter but… it had been 30 days since she had seen him. He hadn’t even come to the race on launch day, which was a serious disappointment for her.

      “You live with your… family?” she guessed wildly.

      They had walked a few minutes through the storm, and were now a dozen feet from the seaside home’s side door. The path leading up to the door was lined with some solar-powered LED tiki lights, which cast a faint flickering glow on the man’s face as he turned around, and looked her over, top to bottom, taking her in for what seemed like the first time.

      “No, it’s just me. I live alone,” he said, turning around again with a half-sigh.

      He opened the door, and put her bag on a side table as soon as he entered, keeping it off the ground. She entered after him, closing the door behind her, and stomped rain off of her sailing boots, both of the people surrounded by wet puddles from outside.

      “The name’s Adam Macy, by the way. It is lovely to meet you,” the island man said, half-blushing, shaking her hand.

      “Jessi Baker,” she responded, shaking his hand back, smiling while swallowing her fear.

      After he showed her to a guest room with an extremely comfortable king-sized bed and light-blocking curtains, they parted ways for the night. Between the exhaustion and the 1000-threadcount-sheets, she slept like a baby, in the cozy house of a complete stranger, on an island that the whole world believed to be uninhabited.

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    • RE: Split Fiction - Giants

      @BryTheGuy

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

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    • G/t male giant trend among male models

      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.

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      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:
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    • RE: Sex Objects

      @i-am-insane said in Sex Objects:

      @kisupure
      shrug
      There’s a reason it’s called toxic masculinity, after all. Men aren’t supposed to have ‘feelings’, only pride.

      Oh, dear. That phrase never should have escaped the sociology courses it was invented in.

      Academic rant incoming…

      Sorry if I am misinterpreting your post, but it sounds like you’re saying that masculinity is called toxic by that phrase.

      Toxic masculinity is supposed to be a subset of masculinity. The phrase isn’t supposed to suggest that men are toxic. It’s about how men are a victim of the patriarchy, too, just in different ways than women.
      Toxic masculinity is, indeed, the traits you’re taught by the patriarchy (including by traditional culture and traditional religions) that reduce you to nothing more than status, violence, and sex. “Boys will be boys.” “Boys don’t cry.” “Suck it up.” “Stop talking about your feelings, what are you, a girl?”
      That bullshit. Locker room crap. Dehumanizing to all men.
      It was described by sociologists as a thing that men can get past, for their own good, and for everybody’s good, because men more in touch with their feelings, and more confident about themselves as caregivers, would make themselves much happier, and, in theory also reduce the amount of destructive interactions they would have with each other and with women.

      It’s really sad that men’s rights activists nowadays are just scumbags who hate women. There was a brief moment in the '80s, around the time this phrase was invented, when men started a men’s liberation movement to try to teach each other to get over this harmful cultural programming. But then the internet came around and ruined that.

      What would be an alternative masculinity? A positive masculinity? Great question. I’m sure you have ideas there.

      There is a self-help group of men who focus on this a lot, called the Mankind Project. I have a friend who swears by it. There are also some mainstream authors like Michael Ian Black who explore this.

      Wow, we get deep here, in the forum about science fiction fetishes. 😆

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    • RE: The Whale and the Ocean

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      Chapter 3

      2010



      Adam’s headlights lit up the dark , winding, two-lane road, surrounded by pine trees on all sides. It was steep, and the sound of crickets came through the open windows.

      “You’re driving slower than my dad!” Aparna laughed from the passenger seat.

      “There could be a deer around every curve! And did you not notice how fast those rednecks were going in their pickups 5 miles ago?”

      “You’re a testament to that popular claim that young men don’t deserve those high car insurance rates,” Aparna replied, looking at the printed Mapquest directions. “We’re almost at the turn, that was just Pine Lane. There – Huguenot Drive.”

      Aparna pointed at the street sign for the road that their vacation rental was on. Adam turned his Honda Civic towards it, and they started going up an even steeper, and narrower, route. He slowed down, and opened all the windows, and the moon roof, to fully enjoy the sound of the crickets surrounding them on all sides. Aparna stopped worrying about speed, and breathed in the smell of the pine trees.

      “This is beautiful. I didn’t know the forest actually had a smell.”

      “You are such a city girl,” Adam laughed. “My family used to go to the forest for camping every August when I was a kid. Boston is just so noisy. I had to get back to this quiet.”

      A moth the size of a tea saucer flew into the car. Aparna shrieked, and flailed at it wildly. Adam stopped the car, put it into park, and gently wrapped his fingers around the insect’s abdomen. It continued flapping its pale green, scaled wings in a panic. They shimmered in the moonlight.

      “Beautiful,” he said quietly, as he let it go out of his window. It flapped away into the forest. Adam closed all the car windows again, and continued driving.

      “Maybe to you,” Aparna replied, wiping her hands on her shirt reflexively.

      “Thanks for coming with me into bug country, dear, I know it’s outside of your comfort zone.”

      “Those things don’t bite?”

      “No. It’s a luna moth. They’re harmless, and rare.”

      Aparna heard the way he talked about this disgusting creature, and felt kind of bad for her reaction to it.

      “Thanks for handling that. I’ll put up with the bugs, country bumpkin, as long as you’re around to rescue me from them."

      “I’m happy to be your personal bug bodyguard.”

      Aparna and Adam had been in a playful, but promising, relationship for a year. They met at MIT, where they both were PhD candidates in the physics lab. They really let their hair down around each other.

      That night, after a rich meal of steak and wine, Adam and his girlfriend blissfully fell asleep in their shared bed in the rental cabin.

      Adam dreamt about what happened at the beach house in 2006. In this dream, his family wasn’t at the concert when the growth happened, and he had burst through the roof, crushing them all. That night had been a narrow escape from killing people by crushing them like he was a walking disaster, or maybe it was a narrow escape from being blown up by a Navy fighter jet out at sea.

      Since then, he had accidentally enlarged to 12 feet once, in 2008, after his grandpa died. Nobody saw it, he just had to buy new boxers again. The itch on his hand from the laser burn had worn off in 2009, so Adam knew that it was all over now.

      Adam woke up with a start. What if the fact that it happened a second time in 2008 meant it could happen again at any time? What if it happened while he was next to someone he loved? What if he got to his maximum 10 story height again? Adam was currently spooning his favorite person. He closed his eyes. He wouldn’t let a panic attack start. The panic attacks were what started the growth.

      He heard the rushing in his ears. He closed his eyes against it. He could stop it, if he just tried hard enough. He told himself, “Don’t grow. Don’t panic. You’re fine. You won’t hurt Aparna, who is right next to you. You’ll protect her. There’s no safer place for her to be than in your arms.”

      He felt his boxers tighten, and the mattress get shorter. He felt Aparna stir, and get smaller against his arm and chest. His hand that was under her while cuddling now held a waist half its normal size, then a quarter. He sheltered her between both of his arms and his chest, right next to his heart. The bed underneath them crumbled and groaned. Adam’s boxers were squeezing him until they tore into pieces in a rush. It was the wedgie from hell. He vowed to sleep naked for the rest of his life.

      Aparna screamed.

      “Stay still,” he whispered to her, through the sound of the exploding house. She obeyed.

      Adam sheltered her between his two hands as she got smaller and smaller, and the cabin around them shattered in stages, becoming clouds of dust and splinters, sprinkled with glass shards. Aparna was still in his hands, but she was now small enough that Adam couldn’t feel her breathing anymore. The two of them were half buried. Adam was grateful that the rental was only one story tall. It was now even shorter than that. The sounds slowed down, and mercifully, stopped. The cabin was as destroyed as it could possibly be from this size change.

      “Aparna? Hold your breath, you shouldn’t move or breathe,” he cautioned. “I’ve got you.” Adam held her close to his chest, guarding her with his bulk from the debris as much as he could, as he turned onto his back, filling it with broken glass and house splinters, and then onto his other side, before scooting forward, a few inches for him, a few dozen feet for everyone else.

      He ignored the fact that most of his skin was now filled with broken glass and splinters from the house, and that his legs below his knees were now completely surrounded by the remnants of prickly pine trees, which his explosive growth had knocked over. The broken tree trunks had bruised him, and filled his legs with splinters.

      The only thing that mattered was that Aparna was now in a safer place, away from most of the debris. She was staying stock-still. He feared the worst.

      “Dear?” He asked, and looked down at his hands, still tucked next to his heart. He lifted the top hand away, and saw her laying in his hand. In the moonlight, she looked like a fairy laying on his mattress-sized palm. But she wasn’t moving.

      “It’s safe to come out,” he whispered.

      That’s what she was waiting for. She took a deep breath, and opened her eyes, before she yelped in terror. She scrambled out of his huge fleshy hand like it was red-hot.

      “Thank god, you’re alive! I was so worried!”

      She looked up at him, trying to recognize her boyfriend’s familiar features when none of the angles or proportions between him and her made any sense anymore.

      Horror dawned on her face.

      “WHAT ARE YOU?” She yelled. Still barefoot, in her plaster-covered nightgown, she ran through the lawn full of broken glass to his car, and drove it away.

      The tone of her voice had told him everything. This would be the last time he ever saw her.

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    • RE: A professional taste tester

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

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    • RE: An appreciation for GIANTS

      @miss-lillipants said in An appreciation for GIANTS:

      Content creation takes time and effort, and it can get frustrating when the subject is a niche among niches. So I just want to thank you to anyone who creates or created giant men content along those lines.

      Thank you for this. I am so happy that there is at least an audience for this type of story. It might be a small audience, but it’s an appreciative one.

      Writing a good story takes me so long. I’ve been a dormant writer for a few months now. Real-life needs are seriously impacting the time and effort I have available for writing M/f. And, since I know my favorite type of stories are genuinely rare, I feel a little guilty to not be more active. I can process that emotion on my own, don’t worry about me, but I seriously look forward to putting out another story with a focus on the giant man as soon as I can.

      I have two main male growth stories in my head, both very early in their drafts, but all of my free time is being spent on career improvement junk instead of writing. (Kill me now.)

      I love how this site encourages making more of my favorite type of stories. It really is a gem. And I love the tiny women readers!

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    • RE: [Scat warning, drawing] Unaware Tiny Toilet

      @tiny-ivy I’m actually writing a gentle giant story next… It’s taking longer because I have to figure out the plot and the characters more.

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    • RE: Shrinking Story Ideas

      @ThumbLoverVer2 oooh, yes. there’s plenty of good reasons for the ‘giant’ in SW stories to be scared!

      1. Their sense of reality is breaking. People aren’t supposed to be that small. But here she is, somehow. “Am I going insane? Or am I just dumb - how much do I not know about the real world?”
      2. “If this isn’t a human, what is it? A robot? An alien? A spy drone? An evil fairy? A projection being used for a prank tv show?”
      3. “How long has it been here? Has it been watching me in my own house? Did it see me masturbating last night?”
      4. “It’s too fragile I don’t want to accidentally hurt it!”
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    • RE: Bride of Bunyan

      @bigcuddlygiant You’re so great at these! Aaah, such a sweet and relatable fantasy.

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    • RE: Giant knight thoughts

      @miss-lillipants All of the BG3 talk is solidifying the next story I plan on writing. Gale / shrunken sorceress OC. I am completely feral for that character right now. And the fairy scene in act 2, ack! It was wonderful.

      The only question is, should I have an OC as the tiny woman? Or should I just make it pure fan fiction, and maybe have Shadowheart get shrunk? Or Karlach? Still figuring that part out.

      Anyway yes. Armor can be very hot. Sorry to get off topic in this forum but Dame Aylin can get it. It also might be fun to write about a male Aasimar paladin, if they’re all that tall.

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    • RE: Fill 'Er Up

      @BigCuddlyGiant aww look at her. She’s totally into being used as a Fleshlight. ❤️❤️❤️

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