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Stomping & Crush

Giantessa — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 23:39:15 +0000

In my last post, Lem wrote, “I generally don’t like crush themes, because I don’t like gore, but I like the cartooning in this one.” And it got me thinking because I don’t usually care for giantess crush material, either.

I like the idea of dominance. I like the idea of a man losing dominance and me (or another woman) gaining it. I like the idea of anybody who’s abused their dominance being stripped of it. For me all of these themes revolve around the central idea of size, usually height but sometimes the development of sexual anatomy or muscularity. There’s something thrilling about a big, tall, muscular, arrogant stud of a man shrinking in height, strength and penis development until he’s just plain scrawny and runty. The idea of him losing all his power, so that any ordinary girl can twist his arm behind his back and make him cry, is electric to me. It makes me breathe heavily just to think about it. Likewise, I adore the notion of the nerdy, plain, flat-chested girl who’s picked last in gym class growing into a tall, athletic, big-breasted amazon capable of physically dominating the men in her life; making them not so much sexual playthings as sexual subjects.

Giantess crush, though, seems like overkill. It’s not even a contest. Humiliation and dominance are out the window because when the size disparity is so great, the tiny people aren’t even people. They’re de-personalized.

Macrophilia Article on Salon.com

Giantessa — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 20:16:07 +0000

I’m curious this afternoon about the history of giantess sex fantasies and macrophilia in general, so I went a-googling and found this article from 1999 at Salon.com.

So where do guys get the jones for jumbo women? For Dave, sexual awakening dates back to Liliput. Dave says, “I was turned on by “Gulliver’s Travels” before I knew what the birds and the bees were all about.” In the book there’s a scene in the land of Brobdingnag where Gulliver gets intimate with one of the local giantesses — the enticingly named Glumdaclitch. Dave read that scene for the first time in the sixth grade and says, “I’ve fantasized about giantesses ever since.” Would Jonathan Swift flip his periwig if he knew that his witty satire of English society was now serving as the stuff of wet dreams for a slew of GTS-lovin’ horndogs?

Another paragraph reads:

“They’re playing out some old, unresolved psychological issue,” says Dr. Helen Friedman, a clinical psychologist in St. Louis. “Maybe as a child they felt overwhelmed by a dominant mother, or a sadistic mother. Maybe they were abused. This [macrophilia] is not so much a fetish as a disassociation from reality. It’s part of an internal world.” The macro’s submersion in fantasy, she says, serves as a substitute for a more normalized approach to sex. “Healthy sexuality is about personal intimacy,” Friedman says. “It’s about feeling good about yourself in a way that expresses caring, and feeling a connection to another person.”

I suppose that’s true in some sense, but isn’t all physical attraction a submersion in a fantasy? Big boobs, big muscles, short guys, big dicks, skinny girls, whatever – aren’t we all dancing to a weird tune in our head?

Women Just Keep Getting Bigger!

Giantessa — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 02:37:50 +0000

I read this article at the Sydney Morning Herald and cackled uproariously! We women are getting bigger and bigger all the time! First our breasts starting growing a little, and then a lot. Now we’re getting taller, noticeably just within the last decade or so. No one seems to know why!

Many women may have long suspected it, just as many men have secretly hoped for it. But it’s official: women’s breasts, and particularly those of younger women, are getting bigger. While implants have been putting that little extra va-va-voom into some busts, mostly it’s a phenomenon that has occurred naturally in women, and exponentially so over the past 50 years. In fact, their cup size has tripled.

In 1960, the average bra size in Australia was 10B. Ten years ago, it was 12B. Today, it’s 14C. “It’s six to seven sizes up in a comparatively few number of years,” says Sally Berkeley, the general manager of bra company Berlei, which next month launches a new super-sized range of cups, up to an H, to add to the traditional A-to-E dimensions. Rival Eveden now has a K cup, while Triumph is up to a G and is trialling a new cup size, J, for the next season.

“Twenty years ago, women couldn’t buy this sort of fashion product with support in these sizes,” says Triumph spokesperson Alana Jones. “But we’ve been getting so many requests from consumers, and we’ve now even got a sports bra coming out in a J cup.

“Our team has undertaken international research and found that British women are also now five centimetres taller and have hips four centimetres larger than they had in the 1950s, while, instead of being size 12, they’re edging towards size 16. We’d expect that to be similar to here.”

But I’ll tell you what, if this keeps up it won’t be long before the average woman is taller than the average man! It could happen any decade now!

Subway Giantess Fantasy

Giantessa — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 01:21:26 +0000

I’m riding the Metro home from work and even though I’m naturally very tall and wearing heels, too, everyone else on the train seems unusually small. I’m considering this when the top of my head bumps the ceiling of the train car. “Ouch!” I say, and when everyone turns to look at me there’s a look of surprise on their faces, as if they’ve never seen an eight-foot-tall woman before!!

Moments later I’m doubled over at the waist, the upper part of my back flush against the ceiling. I start to bend at the knees and people in the nearby seats begin to panic and run toward the other side of the car.

“Sorry!” I say, my gigantic voice reverberating off the windows of the car, “I don’t know why this is happening!” But of course I do know why it’s happening. It’s happening because I want it to! I’m a giantess already, but I’m still growing!

Soon I’m on my ass, my legs stretched out halfway down the train car, and my arms are pressed against the doors. The Metro train emerges into sunlight just in the nick of time, I lay flat on back, pushing most of the tiny people out through the windows, and then push hard on the ceiling, tearing the top off the car! Finally I’m free!

At 40 feet tall I stand up as the train pulls in to Rockville! I stride out and look at all the people screaming and running! I’m not done, though, I feel power surge through my body and within seconds I’ve doubled my height! Tripled it! I’m hundreds of feet tall and still growing! I stomp through the White Flint Mall and out towards western Maryland. I level Frederick! By the time the military responds I’ve been declared the Mega-Giantess Queen of West Virginia, and adoring rednecks bring food to me and hurl themselves into my orifices to give me pleasure.

It’s a simple life but I know that I will enjoy it.

Giantess growth and size transfer

Giantessa — Fri, 25 Jun 2010 22:44:43 +0000

One of the story genres I like is the transfer type. In my fantasies, not only do I grow taller into a giantess, but the growth is often at the expense of a partner, male or sometimes female. It’s doubly satisfying to me, because not only do I become gigantic and dominant, but the other person in the fantasy actual loses much of their power and physical presence.

It’s such a turn on to imagine myself becoming huge and powerful while a male lover dwindles away, until he’s smaller and weaker than most women. He thinks he’s in charge, but then it turns out I’m in charge. And then he realizes that he’ll probably never be in charge again!

What do you think?

Last Night’s Giantess Fantasy

Giantessa — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 15:07:39 +0000

Last night I fantasized that I had hooked with a tall, slim dude at a club.

In the fantasy, we met up while sitting at the bar and he couldn’t tell how tall I was. We talked for awhile, and got a little drunk. He suggested we go back to his place and I agreed. When I got up, he remarked at how I was nearly as tall as him! I told him it was the heels, and that I figured I was actually about four inches shorter than him. He told me he was 6′ 3″, and I said I was 5′ 11″. “That’s really tall,” he said with a smile.

We went back to his place and started making out. He told me how sexy he found my height, and that he liked tall girls. I said, “Well, maybe every time you kiss me, I’ll get a little bit taller?”

A minute or two later, I noticed my shoes were getting too tight. I kicked them off and stood up, and pulled him toward his bed. He didn’t notice that I’d grown taller, or if he did he didn’t say anything, but I didn’t need my 3-inch heels to be nearly his height, anymore. I was nearly looking eye-to-eye with him.

We kissed again while we were standing – a long, slow kiss – and I felt my clothes get a bit tighter. We were looking eye-to-eye, now, and he noticed. “Oh God,” he moaned, “you’re really getting taller! That’s so hot!”

I smiled and nodded, and he leaned in for another kiss. One of the buttons on my top popped open, and my breasts welled-up into the gap. He used that as an excuse to unbutton me, and I did the same to him. When I stood back up after removing his pants, I noticed I was slightly taller than him, and used my newly dominant height to pull him into the bed.

I was underneath him, and he grabbed my breasts, which seemed to have grown even more than the rest of me. He kissed them, and I could feel them swell even more than the rest of me. Now that we were laying in bed, I could feel the growth accelerate. Somehow the hotter we got, the faster I started to grow!

I grabbed his wrists and slowly rolled over so that I was on top. I was surprised at how small and light he seemed, and even though he was quite well-endowed it was easy to slip his dick into my pussy, which was now so very wet. As I began to lift myself up and down, slowly, he kept kissing my big, swollen breasts while his hands were wrapped around my waist. It didn’t take long for him to come – it was his fantasy come true, after all – but also mine and he finished me off with his tongue a few minutes later.

I stepped out of the bed and easily pulled him after me. We found that I was about six inches taller than him, 6′ 9″!. And we quickly resumed kissing, with him having to stand on his toes just to kiss my neck!

We made love four times that night, and by sunrise I was nine feet tall, a giantess among men!

Amazing GTS Photomanipulation

Giantessa — Wed, 26 May 2010 15:31:45 +0000

Trinket999′s giantess photomanipulations are some of the most erotically stimulating images I’ve seen. His copy isn’t bad, either. See the whole thing.

GILF

Giantessa — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 16:11:38 +0000

There’s a new free comic available at The Giantess Club called GILF. It’s about a MILF who is also a giantess, although the young protagonist doesn’t know she’s a giantess until she starts growing while she’s doing her whole Mrs. Robinson thing.

Click here to read the free comic.

io9 Discovers giantesses!

Giantessa — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 10:28:51 +0000

I don’t know how I missed this, because I read i09 all the time, but I missed it until just this morning. That blog did a long entry on giantess sex fetishes, and while I didn’t learned anything I didn’t already know, it does make for interesting reading:

If you’ve ever fantasized about Ginormica or the 50-foot woman, you’re not alone. “Giantess” porn is huge on the Internet. Witness massive (and half-naked) women stomping cities into rubble, and tiny men who adore them. And yes, it’s very NSFW.

People have been dreaming about loving giant women (or becoming giant women, for that matter) forever. But the Internet has fostered a really vibrant, creative community of people who’ve created artwork and lore.

[The Larger-Than-Life Sex Lives Of Giant Women [NSFW] – io9]

Elephantaur

Giantessa — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 03:32:55 +0000

Elephantaur by *robtbo on deviant ART

I think this is a new one.

Mini-Giantess in everyday situations

Giantessa — Wed, 06 May 2009 16:24:06 +0000

Ariana sheet colored by ~tj-caris on deviant ART

I think this mini-giantess collage is just adorable.

Melisande

Giantessa — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 13:04:47 +0000

Someone posted the fairy tale of Melisande on Amaz0ns.com and I love it! It’s amazing. I can’t believe I never heard of it before!

Tiny little man vibrator

Giantessa — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 10:20:52 +0000

OK, this is a little sick but bear with me. One device I’ve always wanted is a squirming little man-shaped vibrator. I’ve looked high and low for this little toy but can’t find it anywhere! Surely I’m not the only girl out there who likes to imagine inserting a tiny little man into her vagina and feeling him wriggling around in there, desperate to escape!?

In my fantasies I would have grown to giant size (yummy!). Alternatively my little fellow would be some formerly tall, proud man who I shrunk down to a very easily manageable size. Either way, he’d now be small and weak in my hand and I could stick him wherever I want!

I would think tens of millions of women would fantasize about this sort of thing. But I guess not, because nobody seems to be manufacturing anthropomorphic vibrators.

One growth fantasy

Giantessa — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 04:57:09 +0000

One fantasy I’ve been indulging myself with the last few weeks involves me turning into a mini-giantess at work.

There’s one guy at work who really annoys me. He’s always trying to chat me up and he’s not even smaller than me. He’s an inch or so taller. So in the fantasy he asks, “What do I need to do to get you interested in me?”

And I say, “I’m only into smaller men. So either you need to shrink or I need to grow.”

He laughs at me, but after a few seconds his pants start to fall down. He’s shrinking into his clothes! And he’s not just getting shorter – those big muscles of his are melting away, and in a minute or two he’s a scrawny little pathetic creature, no more than four and half feet tall.

“Now you’re talking!” I exclaim, suddenly hot over his tiny stature. And he’s standing there, swimming in his clothes, stunned and crying.

But it’s not over! Just as quickly as he began shrinking, I start growing! I notice it when my bra starts to get tight. My boobs are naturally quite spectacularly large, thank you, but I realize that they’re getting even bigger! My blouse buttons start popping off as my boobs grow to F, G, H cup size! They’re huge!!!

And it’s not just my breasts because I’m filling out all over! My ass is getting bigger, and my arms and legs are becoming more muscular. Soon I realize my sleeves are bursting around my growing arms and my skirt has split. My little man’s muscles shrunk away to nothing, but mine are doing the reverse! Soon I’m built like a muscle chick – harder and stronger than any guy in the office!

My mini-paramour is just staring at me. It looks like he’s shrinking but he’s not! He’s only two-thirds his old height, but now I’m growing to 150% of mine! Taller! Oh, yes! So much taller! My clothes are tearing off me, falling away as rags, when my head hits the ceiling. It’s an eight foot ceiling! Holy shit! I have to crouch a bit, but my head breaks the ceiling plaster anyway, and my little man covers his head to avoid getting hurt.

Finally it stops – I’m a super-built, huge-breasted nine foot giantess! I grab him by his arms, which are so small and soft, and pick him up. He’s terrified and awed and turned on, all at once. What will I do with him? It doesn’t really matter because I always orgasm by the time I get to this part.