Giant Thoughts

I had a dream a few nights… no, one night ago, about a meteorite falling to Earth, and striking the precise location of an active volcano. I was staying at a ski lodge with some rich friends and watching this take place. If you know anything, you understand that a large enough rock hitting the surface of our delicate planet means mass extinction. That large material penetrating the atmosphere and then layers of soil would send upwards a dust cloud so persistent that our food sources would be compromised for years, among other disasters.

When this humongous space rock hit that caldera the same way a lid fits on a pot of boiling spaghetti sauce, the world came to an end. I watched it from the aforementioned ski lodge, my personality penetrating my dreams as steadfast as a needle through the heart of a dove. I thought to myself, in my dream, I’m a giantess. None of this affects me. These ants around me will perish, yet I’ll go on as fluidly as mist in the air. I am atmosphere. I am too big to be affected.

And I was. The space rock hit the Earth rock, and shredded mantels and air, setting it all on fire. The volcano collapsed, split like a Thanksgiving pie, and a wall of it rolled its way down the ski lodge. I stared at it, thinking, in my dream, that I’m too big for anything to happen to me. I was.  Not technically. Fundamentally, I’m 5’6″ in height, and unable to survive most deadly events… but mentally I feel I am. I can’t help the way my brain operates any more than you can. Mountains slides are playthings to me; volcanoes exploding are playings to me; this planet is a plaything to me. So I watched parts of this volcano roll my way, and I smirked.

Recall now, how it feels to smirk. One of your cheeks (the ones on your face) pulls up like a marionette; pushed up by the corner of your mouth, the superiority of your feelings tugging at those strings. Smirking at tiny events is foreplay. Smirking at volcano parts rolling in your direction is what I did. I thought to myself, in the dream, This rock is a pebble. It rolls towards me and it stops. 

And I lived. The mountain rolled, and I survived its rolling over? me. I’m a real giantess, and my brain knows I would not survive such an event, but my heart screams that I will. Would. However, the rest of the dream followed, and it included the presence of a man, a certain man who is my kryptonite. Hell ensued, and I woke up in a state of distress and unrest. Anyone that knows me, knows that I have endured sleep disorders for far too long. They include sleeping poorly, dreaming dramatically, and waking up with a start. Check.

But back to giant thoughts: I’m going to share something with you that I haven’t often said. I’d rather have sex with a tiny man… wait… correction. I’d rather try to have sex with a tiny man than have the best sex I’ve ever had with a normal-sized man. I’d rather go out on a date with a tiny man, any tiny man than go out on a date with my favorite normal-sized man. Oh, Jesus fuck… I might have drunk too much tonight. Right now I’m struggling between puking my brains out and writing my giant thoughts. Gah… nausea. Moving on.

I’d rather have a very short conversation with a tiny man than have a fulfilling talk with a normal-sized man; I’d rather shrink every man on Earth by pressing a single button, than grant them all volition over their own size. The world would be a better place if about half of its population was reduced to toy size.

Nope. Drank too much. Will continue later. Now I sleep/puke. Night night.


I’m in bed, and I feel much better. I didn’t throw up, and I’m still wallowing in the exquisite drunken height produced by a liquid to which I’m not allergic. Where was I? Oh, yes, tiny man. Imagine a world in which shrinking is possible. Imagine I exist in that world. Got that image firmly in your mind? Good. In that world I am the worst best monster; the worst best enemy. I have no compassion. Hormones rule my ever decision. My need is larger that mercy. I’m aware of what I am. Everyone else


I have no idea what I was going to say last night/this morning, because I fell asleep. I’m going to continue sharing my druthers. I’d rather baby a man the size of my pinky finger, than take care of a man a few inches taller than I am. And this one is hard for many to comprehend, because the running criteria is that women like big strong arms around them: I’d rather have my toe hugged by tiny little arms, than have clumsy arms wrapped around my body. I’m not saying I don’t like hugs. In general the world is a better place when people hug… but hugs as prelude to tons of giant+tiny sex are better when they come from a little man who’s been reduced to two inches in height.

That’s all I’m going to write now that I’m sober.

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  1. Always enjoy reading your thoughts. As far as the tiny vs. normal sized quandary, I’m reminded of the cheese sandwich analogy. Cheese sandwiches are not very important…unless you don’t have one. Normal and clumsy = sandwich. I think. Anyway, sleep disorders. What’s it called when you hit the sack at a reasonable hour, become unconscious (more or less) for 7+ hours, and wake up feeling like you haven’t slept at all. Getting tired of this zombie state, I’m telling ya.

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    1. Thank you, meremention. I always enjoy reading yours.

      You too, then? I’m sorry to hear that. Sleep is such a precious commodity. Instead of it, I get insomnia, no deep sleep, very little rest, and strange dreams.

      And to ease your mind, once I rule the Universe it will be my decree that all tiny men get their daily supplement of cheese sandwiches. Because that’s what you really meant. :P

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  2. Doubly envious of you. Not only do you get to enjoy a size dream, but you get to indulge in an apocalypse dream, secure in your own safety and success. That’s highly unusual, but then plus the size dream… that’s incredible.

    We know so many people who are into NWO stories and series. But the shrinking of all men or the enlargement of women usually comes after an alien virus or a mysterious chemical cloud. It would be a different story entirely, and a very interesting one, if all men were shrunken down due to one very powerful woman. Can she also shrink women at will, if they get in the way of her collecting all the tiny men? Wheels are already turning.

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    1. Aside from the thought of being a giantess, there was no “action” per se. Is that a size dream? Let’s say yes. Why not.

      In that New World of my Order, yes. I can shrink anyone who gets in my way… though to make things perfect, anyone of any gender that wants to be tiny would be tiny. My will is that all men be tiny, no matter what they want. I only collect the one, though. Anyone that gets in my way of that doesn’t get shrunk. They get crushed, and happily. So… anyone reading this, please instruct your loved ones to stand quietly to one side if they see me arrive to collect what I want. It’s better that way.

      What are these wheels? Are they… story wheels?

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            1. Thank you, Olo. I’m the pillar of sense in a world of size madness.

              Why in the world would anyone teach kids such a song is beyond me. There are much better Cuban songs.

              The largest tomato on record weighed 7 lb 12 oz. I’ve grown tomatoes, and the notion of growing one-ton tomatoes is entertaining. Thanks for the mondegreened ear worm!


  3. Well, I’m not going to advocate you getting drunk and writing blog posts, but if it helps you get creative as it did here, then hey – by all means, please. Believe me when I say I enjoyed this one.

    I always loved your enthusiasm towards the shrinkees. I wish there was someone kind enough to shrink me. And if she did I could guarantee her a lifetime supply of conversation and toe-hugging. Granted, these conversations would be rather one sided, if I had the luck to be shrunk to my favorite size (this being approximately one centimeter in height) and my voice wouldn’t carry all the way up. And granted, those hugs wouldn’t be spectacular either, as her smallest toe would still dwarf me. But I’d try my best all the same.

    Now, this is your post and your fantasy, so I won’t impose and throw in what floats my boat in the middle of it. That would be rude. But, should you ever need a 1cm tall man to brighten up your day, I’ll be happy to offer my services.

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    1. Thank you, Balore! I’ve never had any trouble being creative, but there’s this corner of my mind that I can’t explain, that opens up when I drink. I’m glad you enjoyed my post.

      Well, if someone very kind shrank you, communication might be conducted through notes or drawings, and she wouldn’t think any less of you. She’d know you’re trying your best!

      You’ve never been rude to me. As a matter of fact one of your comments gave me an idea for a very wonderful story I’m making notes on, about a giantess and the man she befriends. You’ve done more than enough with your nice replies and your wonderful art. :)


  4. Thank you for inciting my imagination to your description. I enjoyed every second of reading as an intimate freedom by manning myself and wishing my body.

    The fact is, that just like you, I wish I had 2 inches as a woman’s toy than having the best sex of my life, the best romantic experience, the affection for two. It would be so infinitely more rewarding to cling to your big toe than an intimate hug to cover up a vulnerable female body. In this strange realization outside the reality of our existence, this diminutive size seems much more natural and alive than any mundane interaction that can think day to day. Again you raised me to the sky making me dream, in agreement that they are not solitary dreams of a disturbed mind, but there are intimately me more people. It is like living in the secret reality that this world exists and from there we have been exiled, our paradise has left us bitterly and we reconstruct in our imagination our place of realization.

    All this dreaming only urges me that somehow this can all be real. I hope you have unique women like you in these feelings, or that I may hope to serve you for a few moments. Reascend through your hands to Paradise Lost.

    Thanks for the treat!

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