u/Wrong_Software_3980

There's something that turns me on so much with a scenario where a potential lust-filled, power hungry giantess is reduced down to a size where the tables are turned.

Imagine a scenario where an irritable, cruel and apathetic goth girl gets shrunk down to doll size and made to live in a doll house, wearing doll clothes. Her embarrassment is palpable. Her black and purple clothes, makeup, choker, thigh highs and combat boots have been swapped for nothing but a loose fitting hot pink dress, made to live amongst dolls.

Another scenario is where the caring, compassionate therapist offers to shrink down the spoiled bratty rich girl, to gain the perspective of the tinies she crushes. However, the therapist mixes up the dosages, shrinking her down to a speck, and the therapist loses track of where she is. She gets blown by a small gust of wind from an open window into the therapist's tea, right before she takes a sip. Alternatively, the therapist accidentally gives her Permashrink instead of Tempashrink, giving her a permanent perspective of what it's like to be her prey.

What's your thoughts on this trope? What would you do if the tiny you were bullying suddenly became much larger than you, and vice versa?

Caged in a necklace? Ear piercing? Nipple piercing? Nose ring? A regular ring? Any other kind of accessory that's close to their body?

What kind of giant/ess would you like to be a part of? A goth/punk? A spoiled, bratty rich girl/boy? A MILF/DILF?

How would you feel about being stuck on top of the cheese of a pizza? How about being pinned down on the inside of a burger, each bite bringing you closer to your doom? Maybe sucked up whilst hanging onto a girl's noodles?

If you were to come up with your own original giant man/woman of your dreams, in terms of different factors, such as:

-Gender

-Height

-Age

-Race

-Setting (Fantasy, Sci-Fi, etc.)

-Personality

-Clothing

-Any other descriptive features/details

What kind of giantess would you go with?

Goth girls, punk girls, gym girls, trad girls, cheerleaders, strippers, etc. I love them all, but which one do you love the most?

Imagine this, you're an aspiring college art student who's suddenly shrunk down and landed in a jar of paint. A few hours pass, and you're picked up by a young dark-haired college student, who you've always admired. The view from the glass exterior is obscured by the fabric of her bag. You fall asleep, and wake up to find a huge paintbrush looming over you. It dips in, picking you up alongside the scarlet red paint. Your expectation of fabric is replaced by the smooth surface of skin. Your first sight after opening your eyes is that of canvases, and the art students waiting eagerly behind them. Eager of what, you're not quite sure.

You relax and wait for the paint to set before you attempt to pry your skin off the gooey surface. Multiple brushes blot out the light overhead. You stand up, and watch the dark haired colossus stretching out before you, her body a mosaic of colour. You're barely taller than her clit. You start walking your way past her thigh, and work your way through her body. You're sure that she's felt you moving along her surface, yet like the true professional like she is, she stays still as a statue on the chaise lounge. As you walk your way through the mountainous valley that is her breasts, you notice her eyes dart towards you, with an almost imperceivable smirk that's both playful and malicious. You explore her exquisite body for hours, before the art students finish up.

You watch as the students show their work to their subject. A strange inconsistency shows, a singular blemish that's featured in each of their works, yet is in different positions across all pieces. The painted lady doesn't notice, nor care. She throws on a dressing gown and quickly makes her way towards her dorm, her cum marking a breadcrumb trail as she leaves. You stick to her, in a mix of pink, orange and blue.

I'm pretty confident in my own gender identity, but when viewing yourself through the lens of a tiny or a giant, do you sometimes view yourself as the opposite sex?

Imagine this, you're about to blow the whistle on a major corporation, but they've sent their best to deal with it, discreetly. You open your apartment door, to see a short Japanese woman, in an office dress, wielding a shrink ray shaped like a silenced pistol. The ray shrinks slowly, so as soon as you catch on to what's happening, you barge into her, and make a break for it down the corridor. You exit the corridor, and make your way through the streets and past the illuminated sodium lights. The hitwoman is not far behind, hitting you with short bursts of the ray. Eventually, you're lost in the crowds of the nightlife, your half sized self eventually turning into your pint sized self. You quickly climb out of your clothes, they're only slowing you down, before you get tagged with multiple bursts. Eventually, you get cornered in a dead-end alleyway. A colossal silhouette, with a purse perched on her wrist, and the ray in her hand, looms over to pick you up. What does she plan to do with you?

Imagine this, tinies being used as full-on addictive substances. It's a world where men and women are shrunken to nanoscopic sizes, and consumed through various different methods. Being snorted like cocaine by a CEO, injected directly into their bloodstream like heroin by an unstable addict, or baked into a brownie or a gummy by a stoner. The effects are completely placebo, but each of them seem to have their same effects as their consumers' substitutes. You're one of the last few tinies in America, in one of the busiest cities in the world, in the middle of the sidewalk. Assuming transport isn't an issue, do you search for food in the financial district, near the college apartments, or by the dealer in the nearby alleyway? If you could pick any other setting to be trapped in, in this universe, which would you choose?

Imagine this, you're a cosplayer headed down to the local comic con. You head out the back door, to take a smoke, when another cosplayer comes up, shrinks you, and puts you in her purse. You come out of the cluttered bag to find a room, wrapped with RGB lights, a gaming desktop with unfinished porn videos still being edited, and display hangers protruding from the wall. Each one had their own tinies hanging up in figurine packaging. A cardboard back and clear plastic front sealing your fate, your new home.

From your perspective, various objects and places catch your eye. The other tinies are either in a state of constant lust, or shock. Huge Lego dioramas, with various Minifigures. Various lifelike dolls and action figures. A bodypillow in the corner, with a special opening, for her femboy boyfriend. A set of dildos in a clear glass cabinet, some smaller than others, perhaps meant for the other shrunken women. Finally, up on a shelf, cat ears and a tail butt plug.

How do you plan to escape? Do you plan to escape? Will she leave you in the box forever, perhaps as a collector's item, or will she take you out to play with you? What happens if she catches you resisting? Can she shrink you even further, to be a toy used by other toys?

Imagine, you've just pissed off some very important and bratty cheerleaders, and now they've shrunken you down to half a centimeter tall. You're hoisted up by your shirt collar by two long pink fingernails, and dropped in the nerdy girl's inhaler. You're constantly asking yourself, when will she use it? Should you remain inside, or take the leap of faith into her tits? How will she react if she finds you in there, and are you really safe if you remain with her?

The Viewing Platform: A strip club's pole has been converted into a viewing platform, allowing tinies to observe massive giantesses. The top platform is turned into a diving board, where tinies can cover themselves in either an adhesive or a lubricant. The best part is when she performs a Layout, and tinies throw themselves into her mouth. Sometimes unlucky tinies land on the floor, to be crushed by her platform heels, or her ass, or even licked up when she performs a complex move. Those who do get trapped or stuck to her body are consigned to different fates. They might get taped permanently to the pole, they might get trapped in the stripper's glass platform heels, trapped inside or by the catgirl hostess's tail butt plug, or trapped inside the stripper's own personal dildo. A button rapidly releases tinies in such a way that it feels like a massive load. Most tinies are trapped permanently in her pussy.