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.