TL;DR: Fantasizing about giants lets my moral / feminist ethics take a breather, allowing my pure horniness to take over, letting me fully fantasize about being dominated.
Long version:
This is more than a fetish for me. It’s an overall fascination.
What I love about giant people and tiny people is the power imbalance. Anything that the giant does is so magnified when they’re dealing with a tiny person.
A merciful, instinctive rendering of aid, which I think most normal people in real life would react with if they came across the marvel of a tiny. A curious prod with a finger. A trepidation about even being so bold as to touch the tiny. All of these impulses and feelings are projected onto a larger scale, not just physically, but emotionally, too. The body is completely linked to the psyche in my view, they are the same thing, a bigger body has larger feelings, a larger will, a larger personality when relating to a tiny.
I’m emotionally comforted by gentle giant scenarios. I picture a giant hand around me when I’m stressed, like in the dentist’s chair. I’ve never believed in God, so maybe this is my replacement.
Now for the sexual side. I’m turned on by this power imbalance applied to sex, yes.
But I am also, in real life, very equality-minded. I do not tolerate domineering men in relationships. When dating, I would discard domineering men like unwanted receipts from the bottom of my purse as soon as that side of them becomes apparent. But I also can’t stand a man who needs a second mother, which is often how submissive men seem to me. I need a partner on equal footing.
I am married to a man now, who I get along with well, who is also equality-minded, and although I came to terms recently with the fact that I’m nonbinary, I still look biologically feminine, and I still feel absolutely repulsed by all of the trappings of the concept of how husbands and “wives” are supposed to interact with one another. I would rather die a lonely old ‘cat lady’, or break up and marry a woman instead, than fit into the ‘housewife’ to a man stereotype. I’m so glad I don’t have to make choices like that in 2022.
My size fetish where I get off to stories of giants being mean to tinies is strange, then. I should in theory like sex stories where two people are very nice to one another and communicate their sexual needs like responsible, self-actualized, modern people. But no.
I get off to stories of giants, mostly men, being absolute terrors to tinies. Finding, hunting, trapping, grabbing, yanking, squeezing, torturing, crushing, swallowing, terrorizing, threatening, throwing, stepping on, tying up.
I can enjoy women giants, too, but the mood comes and goes. I mostly am attracted to women for non-BDSM reasons IRL.
I can’t take male dommes seriously in real life, at all. But in these stories, they seem like they deserve to be dommes, like their domination makes sense, just because of their size. It seems like the natural order of things, a bit like how you can’t make moral judgements on a house cat for killing a bird. They don’t play by human rules.
(Although it’s fun to try to imagine a giant as a normal person - that makes that character struggle to keep their humanity. Not sexy, but fun to read.)
I’m also a monster fucker, and for the same reasons. Monsters are also outside of human morals. It’s not wrong for vampires to bleed you out to feed, it’s just how they do things.
A person can try to be careful if they’re a mile tall. But can you really get upset at them for shuffling their ankle an inch to their left, crushing that city block?
