5’3’’ here, usually picturing myself as a tiny. Ideally like 2 inches tall.
There is a side of me that wants to grow, too, that’s why I like writing stories from both perspectives. I basically like shifting.
5’3’’ here, usually picturing myself as a tiny. Ideally like 2 inches tall.
There is a side of me that wants to grow, too, that’s why I like writing stories from both perspectives. I basically like shifting.
@TakoAlice8 Everyone is different, I don’t mean to invalidate your experience with my sweeping nonsense.
Not quite.
Let’s assume cis-het on both fronts.
My pet theory is that cis het men who have a fantasy about being dominated are more likely to imagine the dominator character as a human. Hence the very common giantess fetish.
But that cis het women with essentially the same type of fantasy are more likely to imagine the dominator character as non-human. Hence the pretty popular monster fucker fetish.
I don’t really have a great reason for why. The existence of actual tall men being common in women’s lives is just one idea for why.
Also I’m speaking in general. Of course there are actual cis het women macrophiles! And us trans folks who relate to that experience (hello!) and lots of other types of queer folks with all sorts of other experiences.
but in the wider sense. I’m just wondering aloud why M/f seems like the rarest macro pairing out there.
@i-am-insane I’m glad you brought up Monster Fuckers. It’s an almost mainstream kink among women. I’m a monster fucker too.
My pet theory is that many women who feel a similar subby fantasy attraction that male giantess fans feel, bring that fantasy into monster fucking instead of human macrophilia, for whatever reason. (Maybe because they come across tall men a lot in real life so they find that not particularly exotic? And these tall men were shitty or just mediocre partners? Just spitballing).
I think that if someone made a site or a convention for both mf and macro, and it got popular, you might find a big overlap between macrophile men and monsterfucker women.
Unfortunately most of the people at this theoretical convention would be subs in search of doms, but that seems like a universal trait of kink communities.
Wondering if anyone else has had a moment where sizey thoughts were summoned in you and you thought, if you only knew…
I have this emotionally open friend who’s also unusually tall, tall enough for that to be the main thing people notice about him. (But there’s absolutely nothing domm-y about his personality, so it’s easy to kinda forget his height. He stoops when he walks. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.)
Anyway the other day as a greeting his bear hug included playfully picking me up and I kinda wanted to die for five minutes. If he only knew. So glad he doesn’t know because I value his friendship too much to ruin a platonic (AND DOUBLY MONOGAMOUS AND PAIRED) thing.
Anyway. Any similar stories. Share them here.
@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.
@Olo wonders if I could learn enough about web hosting to take over…
@Olo well damn, now I have a reason to make an account on Bluesky…
@maladaptivetiny ooh! This is a real treat! I love this scenario.
@Olo Doubly perfect if you have a crush on the lead singer of that band.
I don’t think that ethically, it’s cheating.
In a practical sense though, I feel like it could be corrosive to the relationship, if you’re not careful about it. This is one of the many reasons I don’t roleplay. If there is time I could be spending with my monogamous husband, I’d rather be spending it with him than in a RP session with someone. RP can be a huge time suck compared to other ways of engaging like forums, browsing SizeTwitter, stories, and even Discord.
If there was something keeping my husband and I apart, like if we worked opposite hours or lived far away from each other. The practical problems of the time suck would go away, and RP might cause way fewer problems for a monogamous relationship.
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.
this is so sweet!
Fiction idea:
What if the myths of the little people in Ireland comes from a local cursed cave spring, that shrinks anyone who drinks it for a year and a day? I picture him being a local who knows the well stories, while she was a curious tourist out spelunking. Luckily, they seem to be hitting it off.
@skysayl absolutely right there with you.