The setting or the cause of size difference says a lot about how an author approaches a Size story. Typically these choices are based on what kind of characters are in the story and how the author wants them to interact. Beyond accommodating such encounters, a particular Size world can hold implications not only for the author’s personal preferences for Size Fantasy but also for the basic assumptions they make about how the world works (and how it should work).
This post is going to address the specific Size trope of a world in which all men either have shrunk or are about to be shrunk. I’m going to examine the particular uses for this trope and the possible reasons why someone might choose it for their Size creation.
It’s the most-common recurring topic on any Size-related venue: “What got you into this? What triggered your Size fetish?” Size pervs will happily rattle off a pantheon of mainstream size content they encountered as a child, bonding with others who share the same “inspirational” moments.
While I don’t pretend to have a Universal Theory of Where Size Fetishes Come From, in my personal experience no such encounter with mainstream size content caused me to become fascinated by size-differential so much as suggested a form which my early feelings about power and relationships might take. If all it took to create a Size perv was to expose someone to Totally Spies or Ferngully, there’d be so many of us we’d have our own first-person shrinker video game franchise by now.
Nevertheless, most Size pervs still wistfully remember formative experiences, even feeling a touch of arousal at the right visual or auditory cue from the size content in question. I am no different. Here follows those early Size influences on me, roughly in order of when I first encountered them (not necessarily, mind you, in the original order of their release or publication).
Please note that when I first saw these shows I wasn’t self-aware of my fascination with Size. When I finally figured out what I was hungering for, I deliberately sought out and reviewed many, many, many other possible sources of Size content. I’ll have you know I did all this painstaking research before there was an internet.
In addition to any specific elements of Size Fantasy with which any of these items resonates, I am likely to indulge in highly biographical and idiosyncratic details. You have been warned.
Cover art: “Scene from Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift” (A.E. Jackson, 1911)
It is no exaggeration to say that Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels is a foundational text to the Size fetish. Due to its renowned literary and satirical merit and prolific public domain adaptations, people for centuries have been exposed to its whimsical vocabulary and striking imagery. Swift’s use of corporeal humor is memorably central to the narrative, making the contemplation of Sizey sexytimes unavoidable.
I am continually alert to mentions of Gulliver’s Travels in any context, from pop culture to academic inquiry, hoping to find digressions into or even explorations of the ribald possibilities presented by the plot. The results are usually disappointing, and I often find myself extrapolating furiously from a single phrase to identify the slightest indication that the author regarded the notion of Sizey sex as anything other than dry social commentary or a sight gag.
It’s Vore Day again, and what can I say that I haven’t said already? It is definitely an acquired taste, and there are many reasons why someone who otherwise might be into vore would be reluctant to embrace it. The most common reason, I strongly suspect, is the frequency of fatal outcomes. Some of these kinksters take refuge in Safe vore (including my personal variation on Full Tour). For many aficionados, however, there must be a fatal outcome for vore to have any teeth.
If you’re still on the fence, read my essay on Lethality in Size Fantasy. It might make it go down more easily.
I wrote a guest post over on Aborigen’s blog about what it’s like to derive sexual gratification from fantasies that feature death as a crucial element. Go read and tell me what you think.
Giants have all sorts of attitudes toward tinies, and a plausible Size world has room for them all. It’s my goal to include all of these in my stories.
Steve spotted them as soon as they came into the bar. They looked young, but they weren’t squirrelly enough to be high schoolers with fake IDs. Sorority girls slumming? No, their clothing styles diverged too much from each other. Didn’t matter; they were new and they were hot and Steve saw them first.
There were four—no, five of them and they took a corner table. Steve kept his seat until the waitress had taken their orders so as to give them a reason not to just get up and leave. He stood up and approached the jocular group, picking out his primary and secondary targets. The blonde in the maroon sweater and yoga pants had been the first to snag his eye, but by the time he had reached the table he found himself drawn to the short redhead filling out her overalls so tantalizingly.
He kept his eyes on her until the table conversation tailed off and he looked up and smiled at the group as a whole.
“I hate to interrupt,” he said disarmingly, then turned to the redhead, “but ever since you came in here I can’t remember my name. Could you let me borrow yours?”
My friend Aborigen has bestirred himself to start a Size podcast, zHEIGHTgeist. Dissatisfied with narrow and sensationalist depictions of Size Fantasy, Aborigen has talked with a wide variety of Size people to present a more fulsome appreciation of all the many ways Size Fantasy can be expressed. zHEIGTgeist is intended to be interesting and entertaining for normies and Size fans alike. The first two episodes dropped earlier today, and my contribution will appear in the future.
In the almost five years that I’ve had this blog, I would estimate that there have been hundreds of visitors innocently clicking on search engine results and then finding themselves confronted with shrunken people getting handled, dangled, entrapped, engulfed, scrutinized, and utilized. I suppose, therefore, that I should finally write up a page explaining this blog and Size Fantasy for all those unsuspecting tourists.
Accordingly, here is this blog’s long-overdue About page. Links have also been added to the Main Menu and sidebar.
I don’t know if Janice in the City was the first size story that Scott Grildrig ever wrote, but it arguably set the standard for giantess rampage stories, and in the thirty years since he first published it it has remained firmly astride the size story canon it established. Note that it was initially posted in 1993 to the Usenet group alt.sex.stories, a forum for general erotica. Even though the school where I worked then had Usenet access, I would never have looked for such a story there, as I didn’t think anyone else out there was into what I would eventually call size fantasy, and certainly not in an erotic sense.
El Amante Menguante 