u/Lil_Day_Dreamer

For those who haven't read about the various hominid species early Homo Sapiens shared the pre-historic world with, there were quite a few beyond just Neanderthals.

It recently occured to me that if we (homo sapiens) co-evolved alongside classical giants (e.g. bigger than most trees 🌳) they would be another of these hominids we shared the world with.

Which got me thinking; what if humanity's perspective in this timeline was not dissimilar to one of the hominid species that disappeared, that didn't succeed, that couldn't adapt to changing environments like we could? Not that we are any less adaptable to changing climates & diets or go extinct in this timeline, but that 'Homo Gigantus' is simply better at it, and overtakes us. In an almost neutral way, in a sense. Humanity & giants needn't even have interacted much at all for this outcome to have occured.

Their communities more stable, better able to grow, better able to establish themselves in more places quicker. Before our species could expand our population across the planet our ancestors found themselves "land-locked" in scattered pockets by giants all around.

Our species becoming a distant second in terms of numbers & presence, we're not on the poster advertising Earth. Almost like borrowers in classic borrower stories are to humans, but with humans relative to giants. In your mind take humanity's position relative to our world & quickly swap us for giants. Giants in the driver's seat, on the cover, centre stage, the majority, & we're in the boot/trunk.

Everything defined & categorised by giant-kind's dominant perspective (categories based on scale especially [e.g. boulder VS pebble]), even humans.

How do you think this timeline would play out? The vibes? The historical trajectories?

This theme. "THE BIG CITY" is big (obvs), loud, intense. It's where the "movers & [earth]shakers" reside. It's where history gets decided. It's where wealth accumulates.

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Consider a world where they're synonomous with GIANTS. Founded & built by giant-kind for giant-kind.

Humanity kind of getting "cock-blocked" throughout history when it comes to laying claim to any of the good, viable spots for building a city. Stagnating in subsistence villages in orbit around these ~metropolitan mountains~ from which [giant] nations would grow, swallowing up these human villages & any hopes of human self-determination, let alone a grand civilisation of their own.

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• Humans fill the role of naive, pennyless village-folk drawn to the prosperity of giant cities for work.

• And giants fill the role of "way-the-world-works" knowing, smug, affluent city dwellers who see no reason not to take full-advantage of these clueless, easily-bamboozled, dime-a-dozen critters (when they're not completely overlooking them like litter on the street, that is).

Be it Fm/M or Mf/F, Mm/M or Ff/F, Mm/F or Ff/M, and so on, the giant partner in this relationship most definitely fucks their fellow giants.

The size trope of *"being too small to be able to satisfy"* isn't something hanging over the head of the human/'tiny', it's sort of an accepted given.

Accepted that they occupy this specific niche in their partner's world where the idea they're in anyway *competing* with their partner's [giant] FWBs & casual flings is laughable.

But that doesn't mean they're sidelined in matters of intimacy with their giant partner, in fact it mostly means they're struggling to keep up with their partner's equally giant libido as they're often brought along in a pocket or bag like a 'just in case' condom that gets to have a drink & enjoy some music until it's needed. That time when they're called up to be a comparatively titilating, helplessly stimulating, ego-fluffing catalyst of giant SEX! An involved witness fueling their partner's exhibitionist thrill like an awestruck mortal witnessing a clash of titans.

Thoughts on this concept? 😉

I really like engaging in back-&-forth discussions about size concepts (r/sizetalk, 'n' all) and because of that I've been wanting to communicate my size ideas better so they're easier to engage with after noticing how posts don't often attract any replies.

Any tips on formatting them better? Times to post them that's more convenient for most?

Getting away with it.

From the comfort and privacy of their homes.

Casually.

High, drunk, sleepy, sober, bright'n'fresh.

Doesn't matter.

It's just so easy. Snatching us humans up. Erasing the evidence.

It's technically illegal...

It's just so hard to investigate, it happens so often...

...and is it really worth making a fuss about?

Law enforcement is a giant kind of role (giants have no trouble dealing with both sizes on their own obviously), and it doesn't seem like such a -BIG- deal to them?

It's actually rather a small thing. In the back of their minds; the disappearance of other similarly sized 'things' are considered low-stakes crimes. Petty pick pocketing and the like. Why is this all that different?

Another missing human report to throw on the pile, more for the human's employer's sake than anything else.

For the giant business's human-employee-loss insurance claim of course.

The mutually amplifying, overlapping forces of the physical ease of the act and the lopsided societal power dynamic born of the inevitable "rock, paper, scissors" outcome of human-giant history rendering it a mundane background statistic.

Just something most giants don't think about, humans' existence playing very little part in the lives of most giants at all.

But that which is always hovering over the shoulder of every human, something that could happen at any moment, as pervasive as the threat of being hit by a car as they cross the street.

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That's the crux of this. Directly tied to the concepts explored in this post:

https://www.reddit.com/r/sizetalk/s/sGeBgOJQ01

This scenario where humans are allowed to believe in the idea of being considered valuable members of a civilised society, contrasting sharply with the... reality of how little that "membership" even means.

A human finding themselves trapped in a giant tupper-ware container in a drawer, collected earlier in the week, stored away in the dark at the giant's convenience. Days before they'd been working [for giants], paying taxes [to giants], trying to forge a life within the rules of this society [shaped by giants], but none of that mattered in the end.

Taken out to meet their sadistic fate.

Two versions of the event that follows occuring side by side:

• One version rough, bruising, full of screams, booming noises, colossal movement, painful humiliations, horrors that will scar them for rest of their lives, every minute they have left.

• The other version relaxed and lazy. Assured and comfortable. A "chill in your underwear" kind of day. Computer booting up, still delightfully sleepy. Not having to think too hard about anything. Looking foward to the -pleasure and amusement- of the coming activities. Nothing special. Just a lil' forgettable, cheap fun.

The human angry, driven by a mix of delusion and the hope of scaring the giant into getting cold feet, bluffs that someone knows where they are and the giant will be arrested. That all of the humans he's taken will be freed while he rots in prison.

"Ha! Of course!"

The giant plucking up the ballsy human, in one hand and the rim of the waste basket next to his desk in the other, holding the human over the opening so they can get a clear view inside the bin-bag lining,

"Just like all your lil' friends me and my babe have played with this week..."

amongst the protein bar wrappers & takeaway containers the bin is full of scrunched up tissues coated in both/either jizz and/or dark red stains, limp, twisted and broken humans half sub-merged in the cum-stains, tied up condoms bulging with a pink tinged creamy substance,

"...and the week before that, and the week before that, and... the week before that... Face it lube, nobody gives a fuck about you little shits. Fucking lol."

The human gripped with despair at the fact he knows what the giant says is true. 😖 No one is coming. Nobody who can do anything about it cares. No one will ever know what happened to them. The only thing that will come of this event is the giant's pleasure. All the evidence that will remain of their final moments the hazy memory in the giants eurphoria-filled mind as they bask in the afterglow and the trash sweeped into the bin, the latter destined for the bottom of the trash bag bound for the local incineration plant, the former forgotten by the morning. Just like every week of this giant's charmed life.

( 🙂 Inspired by this post: https://www.reddit.com/r/sizetalk/s/8yPIxSxXFu )

Things like;

▪︎ Your pay? (You did get paid, right?)

▪︎ The churn/turnover?

▪︎ The... uh... "hazards"?

▪︎ Were there requirements to... be on-call, on-site 24/7?

▪︎ From the above, were there... worker ~accommodations~?

Post with inspiration image:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ShrinkingCuckolds/s/xRJrMzrMhy

A largely unedited, stream of consciousness story sent as a reply thread to the embedded post that I'm reposting here. I didn't intend it to be this long at first, I just kept writing 😆

Most of it is just the character thinking back to how he was shaped by experiences in high school, ending with a lead-in to the scene in the embedded post. Kind of rushing at the end. Hope it's worth a read 😊

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Going to a mixed Giant & Human high school had been an experience Tenny would never forget. Everyday he'd walk between classes along the warped & vandalised human walkways with his shoulders hunched, dreading the sensation of displaced air whistling past his ears as two fingers descended from above like the hand of a god come to pluck him from the face of the Earth, as if being any smaller than he already was would have spared him from the constant humiliation he was subjected to by the pantheon of teenage gods who ruled the school. By that age they had already figured out they'd won the cosmic lottery of birth, that as giants they were on top of the food chain, that this world was theirs and humans like him were just living in it, and (with typically teenage cruelty) they never did seem to grow tired of rubbing it in those five, long years he was forced to endure.

Tenny had become familiar with the hands of countless giant tormentors by the time he graduated, but there was one giant in particular in his grade who acted as if Tenny was his personal court jester, duty bound to entertain him and his crew every. single. day. Colt. It was hard to believe there had been a time when Colt wouldn't have known him from a bit of dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

You see, his experience wasn't the normal high school experience for humans in mixed size schools (not counting districts so notorious that every year they're the subject of a fresh set of horrific rumours & urban legends), no, not at all. For an overwhelming majority their high school years can be summarised in a single word; 'irrelevance'. Not even existing to the giants above, no more worthy of notice than an ant by the toe of one's sneaker.

While a human student may have no choice but to learn the name and face of nearly all their giant peers; impossible to ignore, voices carrying like thunder, each a meaningfully different level of careless, most giant students could count on one hand the number of humans they've even heard speak, let alone learnt the name of.

Tenny's first mistake had been to draw attention to himself. Having moved with his family from one of the few independent human nations; a small one wedged in the mountains between the borders of two vast giant countries, the northern one where he now lived, he had been rather... sheltered.

He still remembered perfectly the day he had found himself in a part of the mind breakingly large building housing his new high school he had never been before. He had stopped at a section of walkway so bent he felt queasy at the thought of traversing it, the same sensation one feels walking up a hill so steep you feel certain you're about to plummet down to the bottom. Looking for some other way around his eyes fell upon another crude bit of graffiti, but this one had set him off. A to-scale, permanent marker doodle of a giant dick had been scrawled on the wall, starting where the walkway was bolted into the tiles and extending straight up in all its dipshit, erect glory. A horizontal line marked where it stopped at what would be the equivalent of an eighty story building, written above that were the words; "must be this tall to be sentient, bugs get the spray". The vandal had taken the time to add to his 'art' a handfull of 12ft tall stick figures immersed in a toxic cloud emitted from a skull-emblazoned spray can. Tenny had stormed off, determined to do something.

What followed next could be summarised with two videos. The first posted to the blog of the human students' paper showing him standing behind a table near the human entrance, a large human advocacy flag hung on the wall. He had smiled as he answered the student reporter's questions.

The second... was where his life had gone to hell.

A shakey, highly-zoomed, giant's cell phone video of a tiny figure on the filthy tiles of the giant boys bathroom, so small the edges of the tile are out of reach. At the edge of the frame expensive brand-sneakers, worth millions in its home country's currency, dwarf it thousands of times over. It's clutching the same flag from before like a protective talisman. Although it sprawls out around it like a bedsheet, the cloth could easily be compared to the 'tiny' piece of torn toilet paper lying nearby. Deep snickers can be heard in the background.

A voice speaks.

"Walk over to the urinal shitstain."

The figure jumps up in an instant and sprints towards the stainless steel cliff edge behind it, squeaking in terror as the flag drags across the grimey tile.

"I said WALK!"

One of the sneakers lifts up and slams down, causing it to bounce in the air & land on its stomach, its tiny hands clutch at its ears.

"Up! Up! Don't have all day!"

It scrambles back to its feet & obediently begins its walk of shame.

"Good buggy."

It reaches the edge, its frantic glances left & right as it realises it's backed up to the edge with no where to go just about discernable in the video.

"Now, toss the dirty rag over the edge."

This is the only time it hesitates, clutching hard to this one thing shielding its last shred of dignity.

"You still want to be a good buggy, don't you?" The tone is condescending & sing-song, but the edge in the last syllable comes through loud & clear at its scale.

As if the flag had suddenly caught on fire, it flings it away from itself out into the open air above the metal canyon. It drifts downward slowly, landing at the bottom in a heap.

"There we go... Flies down guys."

The rest too painful to recall all at once.

The video had spread around. Particularly the clip of him wet & sticky, cowering beneath a camera lens embedded in a colossal phone so close you can make out his terrified face, clutching a soaked, tattered rag in front of a blurry expanse of stainless steel, his voice captured by a microphone made for much lower frequencies as a high pitched squeak, endless thanking "the gods" for "blessing" his "stupid bug rag" and "my pathetic existence" with their "holy golden liquid" while laughter roared.

There were extra clips spliced onto the end of the video only the more morbidly curious had seen. His tormentors, encouraged further & further by his shameless compliance, seeing how low he would stoop to appease them.

If he watched them now he wouldn't recognise the person enthusiastically licking the treads of a colossal sneaker he could work for a hundred years and never be able to afford, praising a \*glorious\* future where humans are genetically modified to live off "sneaker gunk" so "we can finally be useful to our gods by living & dying in service to their divine kicks, FOREVER", dutifully repeating the words he was told to say by cackling moutains as if auditioning for the role of a lifetime.

The deep shame of his feckless betrayal of every belief he held dear wasn't even the part he regretted most about the whole ordeal, it was the broadcasting of how willing he was to do anything and everything when a giant so much as looked his way. Unfathomable fear and awe in the face of such immense size & power sweeping away any idealised version he had of himself in an instant like a leaf in the wind.

Something in him had broken that day, and every day after that. Every other human had begun to avoid him out of fear, pity, or disgust. The only social contact he had left was Colt. Though "social contact" was a very euphemistic name for it. That broadcast had reached Colt loud & clear, suddenly Colt had known he existed. More videos found their way online in the years after, these ones almost always featuring Colt.

The themes were similar, and there were oh so many.

He hadn't understood at first, viewed from his limited perspective down below, overwhelmed by it all, but at some point Colt had realised he could simply... train the human. Repitition of phrases and actions he would eventually say & do on command without even being cogniziant of it until he was already done. A pet he'd taught to do tricks, for no other reason than he could. He was putty for him to idly play with as he lived his charmed life. His "Tenny loser"

The only saving grace was Susanna, his girlfriend. The day's torment would feel endless, but as soon as she appearred like the sun parting the clouds, she'd say something to the effect of "Stop messing around, we've got to go" and it would all cease in an instant. She started to take on Angelic qualities in his delerious brain. A patron deity of the downtrodden. When his mind was not dwelling on Colt, he thought of her. One of the points that kept him stable enough to carry on & eek out a pass in enough classes to graduate

After graduation it seemed like Colt had simply forgotten he existed. An old toy he'd grown out of & tossed in the trash. He had tried to find meaning in his life, tried to strive in one of the few more advanced careers available to a human like him, but everything felt hollow. He spiralled into a drudgerous job as one of the millions of humans working for pocket lint at a giant condom factory. Spending his days staring at gigantic, glossy boxes depicting fit, giant men gloating down at him, and spending his nights obsessively following Colt's live vicariously online.

Part of him still wanted to see Colt fail, the high school bully finding they're not top dog in the real world, but that was more delusional than any of the feverish scenarios he'd been forced to narrate in hundreds of different videos. The best possible scenario for Tenny's life was still below rock bottom for a giant. It was no surprise he'd ended up high up in some executive position at a major mining corporation, promoted after heading a deal that saw Tenny's human home country absorbed into its giant northern neighbour & sold off. The whole thing had been turned into a colossal (very profitable) mine owned by Colt's company. There was nothing left, one big fuck-off hole.

Tenny scrolled endlessly through shirtless beach pics, skying videos, photos of his fancy house, the occasional shared memes like 'When ur hungover saturday morning & ur balls itch like fuck: "Do I have crabs or did last night's \~toys\~ survive & form a primitive society?", pics of fancy cars, and of course, Susanna and their kids. Her standing happily next to him with a ring on her finger.

He needed to get to sleep, but all he saw in his dreams was...

He opened up the hook-up apps he downloaded to kill time with the pretense he might be stable enough one day to find someone who would give him the time of day.

He swipes. Swipes a few mores times. He's about to close the app when he does so once more. There she is, Susanna. But how? Did they divorce? Tenny couldn't let this go. He had to dig deeper.

He didn't even wait to read too much into her bio before throwing her a message. She responded minutes later, their conversation coy & to the point. She invited him out to dinner at a giant restaurant. Tenny asked her about affording to eat there as a human, but she only reacted with laughing & wink emotes.

"You won't have to worry about that. Your seat & meal is free 😉"

He'd never heard of anything like that, but was too overjoyed to care. Finally, something would be right in his life.

"WE will have a good time regardless"

(He never did flick through more than a few photos into her gallery, if he had he might have seen Colt featured prominantly in it; over a dozen photos of him, her, both of them, clothed & nude, videos as well. He never watched the video filmed from Colt's perspective looking down his abs toward his latex clad dick lining up to thrust into Susanna's welcoming embrace, several tiny, discoloured 'bumps' squeezed against his length, an instantly recognisable box of extra large condoms in the top corner atop their bedside table, a box that had zipped past him on the conveyor belt months ago, sold for twenty years worth of his wage. Nor did he read to the bottom of her bio... ''Passionately in love couple looking for throw away toys to add a little spice" )

As an imagination excercise;

A world mirroring our own in so many ways, containing all the things that make you, you, except your family tree happens to be one of the giant ones, you're a giant in a long line of giants. Your values, your character traits, your preferences, your quirks. A complete version of yourself.

Transposing all the considerations you've envisioned yourself having, or have actually had, when cuckolding IRL onto your experiences in this world.

- Tiny/tiny couples, mixed Giant/tiny couples, or both?

- The cuckolding dynamic you'd want/have (their boundaries/preferences + yours)?

- The financial dynamic?

- The living arrangements?

- The boundaries/guidelines? Where would you push/test, and where would you stand firm?

- The theme/tone?

- The bedroom acts?

- How would you think you'd come to view the tinies involved?