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.

How We Porn

How We Porn

This thread on Aborigen‘s Twitter conflates a number of issues that have been concerning me off and on ever since I started writing size smut for publication.  I’m going to lay out my current thinking on these and related topics, and as always, I am speaking only for myself, and I invite comments, questions, rebuttals, and other opinions in the replies.

The most immediate concern is that of objectification, which is not of course restricted to size smut (although there is a size-related pitfall, more on this later).  The reason why objectification is, well, objectionable is that it treats the object of desire as just that, an object rather than a whole person with a history, desires, and agency of their own.  This does not mean—as I believed in my misspent youth—that attraction to someone’s appearance is inherently objectifying or degrading.

A related phenomenon is fetishization, an intense attraction to or obsession with a specific characteristic or activity that assumes a greater importance than respecting the person possessing that characteristic or engaging in that activity.  Indulging a fetish is to constantly risk losing sight of everything and everyone else.  Being on the receiving end of fetishistic attention is a hollow experience at best.

These are examples of harmful conduct between real people in real life.  Is art that invokes such conduct involving fictional people also harmful?  Does porn have a greater or lesser responsibility than art to minimize harm?

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Shrunken Men, Giantesses, Nice Guys, and Toxic Masculinity

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Growing Vexes and Interest by ExuberantCurtain

This post is proximally in reply to this comment by Aborigen, but it obviously is the result of many years of observation, rumination, self-recrimination, and determination. I cannot emphasize enough that these are my personal feelings and experiences, and the last thing I want is to assert that they are somehow generally representative of even most hetmale size fantasists, let alone everyone in the community. To be frank, this is more of a personal journal entry than a public comment, but over the years I have seen and heard things that resonate with my thoughts on these subjects, and so I’m going to digress all over the place in the hope that it might help someone somewhere deal with their own feelings and experiences.

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