The Circle of Lust

The Circle of Lust
Photo by Jaccob McKay

Many thanks to Giantess Nyx and Micro K for their assistance with this story.


 

Scarlett’s unspoken nickname for him was Sasquatch.  He wasn’t freakishly tall, probably not much more than six feet, nor were his feet disproportionately large. What was remarkable about him, what provoked Scarlett to near obsession, was his hair.  It was everywhere.  Thick and dark brown, it flowed scraggily from beneath a cap bearing the logo of a long-vanished tech startup.  He wore a mustache and beard, of course, full but more-or-less trimmed.  He seemed to always wear a T-shirt and cargo shorts regardless of weather, and Scarlett could see the brown curls coating his legs and arms, spreading across the back of his hands and creeping towards his knuckles.

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How Many Tinies Can Dance On The Head Of My Cock?

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As is often the case when I’m fantasizing about being giant or relatively large, I rely on my experiences as a shrunken man to help empathize.  As a tiny guy, I’m afraid I would hate having to share a giantess with other tinies.  I’d much rather share her with other giants, either in a gentle or a tormenting context, than have any competition as a pet or a toy.  I’m quite aware that this “possessive tiny” attitude is a bit selfish, and that being giant means feeling unrestricted and unbeholden.  If a giantess would have me as one tiny among many, I couldn’t complain, but I wouldn’t be happy, either.

I suspect this attitude is common among the tiny ladies who might fall into my grip, and I, for one, respect that.  A one-on-one relationship is much simpler, and I genuinely enjoy overwhelming a tiny lady with all of my enormous attention and scrutiny.  I am her entire world, and I don’t want her thinking that I would either let anything happen to her or allow her to escape.  Frequent one-on-one encounters reinforce that.

There are those tiny ladies who, on a certain level, crave the neglect or even contempt of their giant captor.  I would oblige this, keeping them in a jar or a desk drawer while I go about my business.  If being one of many tiny captives makes the neglect more satisfying, I’d indulge that, too.

Sometimes I worry about little ladies not having anyone else to talk to.  I can’t have them using the Internet, because eventually some nosy hacker or perv or ex-boyfriend will trace them back to me, but if their personalities are compatible I could easily see keeping a small harem of tiny gals for use either in sequence or in combination.  I imagine they might try to gang up on me verbally, which I would tolerate but eventually reproach.

I don’t know if I’ll ever find anything attractive about being large enough to “encounter” an entire city or civilization.  Nothing wrong with that at all; it’s just not for me.

ETA:  I could definitely see myself as a 100-foot-tall giant rampaging across Themyscira.  Those girls are always up for a fight.

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The 3 Worlds of Gulliver: Courting Peril

Elizabeth is quite content to remain a pampered palace pet in the court of Brobdingnag, where she and Gulliver are protected and provided with every material need and comfort. Gulliver, however, is frustrated by their lack of autonomy, and as a Man of the Enlightenment he resents humoring the court’s conceits and superstitions.

27 May 2016