
The giantess / shrunken man fetish is rooted deeply in fantasy. To the disgruntlement of thousands of men, who feel in their heart of hearts that they either belong in the presence of a woman many many times larger than them, and to the disappointment of the women who would love nothing less than a tiny man-creature to hold in the palm of their hand, it is unlikely to the point of hopelessness that these fantasies will ever come to fruition in any real, tangible sense.
Putting the freezing cold bucket of aside for moment, however, a thing I find interesting when reflecting on the workings of my mind, a I often do, is the fact that, while I enjoy exploring the vast cornucopia of possibilities that the world of these fantastic offers, if I ever think about it as becoming real – actually really real, my mind gets pulled in all manner of directions:
Pros: OMG WTF LOL! It would be real! I would finally be the teeny pet of a strict but loving, malevolently playful but really utterly adoring Goddess of a woman.
Cons: Oh no, I’m now tiny in a very dangerous world. I now have to find a way of managing the elements of reality that I never allow into my fantasy world – microwaves, insects and other bugs, animals and normal-sized men. Also then there’s the whole issue with no longer being in control of my own life. And the part of me that rallies against any kind of authority. And the male ego… etc.
I like to think that, could I find some way of making those ‘cons’ go away, I’d have the most wonderful life as some delightful woman’s toy. To do this I’d need to get her agreement that she never takes me anywhere near a microwave, as I can’t think of anything scarier for a little guy than being boiled alive from the inside! Next, we’d need some agreement that, by whatever means are necessary, she would keep all the nasty, ugly ugly bugs away from me. Be it by mosquito net, electic fly-exploder, or just her protective, bug-crushing foot, she musn’t let the things near me. Or animals, ideally, but they’re drastically less gross.
Next, normal-sized men. Well that’s simple, there must be no normal-sized men in that world. If this fantasy is to become an actual reality, why not make it the reality within which all men have been shrunk? Now I’ve spoken to a few women about the subject of this reality, and several of them have expressed dismay at the idea of no longer having any big, strapping men around for cuddles, rambunctiousness and general heavy-lifting. But these are the same women who’ve also agreed that shrinking all the men in the world would probably be a very good idea, when you take into account such factors as the world’s over-population and men’s propensity to war and violence. So I’m going with the latter of their opinions, because there’s no way that any tiny man should have to cope with a woman-sized man around!
Next it gets tricky – the psychological element. As much as I enjoy the idea of being tiny in this woman’s world, I know that, once the novelty was to wear off, I’d start to struggle with no longer having total control over my life. I wouldn’t be able to:
- Go out when I wanted.
- See friends without permission.
- Eat what I want.
- Storm out mid-argument.
- Win an argument.
- Bring up the courage to actually HAVE an argument!
- Sit at my PC for HOURS just watching stuff, browsing the web and playing poker.
…because I know that my life would become about what she felt was best for me, rather than what I felt was best for me. OK, so granted, chances are her opinion would be right, but where would be my freedom to be pigheadedly, stupidly male when I felt like it? I can just imagine refusing to go to bed, because I just want to finish watching something on my PC in one window while playing World of Warcraft in another, only for the familiar shadow of her foot to come looming threatening over my precious machine, making me to shutdown and follow her obediently to bed.
But then maybe that would be good for me. Maybe that kind of truly calm, wise and authorative powerful female presence would be the making of me. OK so I’d need broken in in many respects, and I’m sure that wouldn’t be a pleasant process for either of us, but maybe once I’d learned my place in her world my life would find new meaning and purpose. I’d no longer be wandering aimlessly in the world, but would have everything a little guy needs – love, security, food, nurture, sex, companionship, purpose, a means of fulfilling his potential, and a higher power to serve and be guided by.
So where do I sign up?
There’s a scenario I’ve spoken to a few women I’m close to about. I’ve asked them, imagine if there were a secret government role whereby you were given a shrinkray with the purpose of tracking down male criminals and disposing of them. This secret organisation would periodically provide you with a list of men who are known to be serial rapists, child-abusers or commiters of violent acts against women, and it would be your job to find them, shrink them and ‘take them out of circulation’ by whatever means you wished. Of the women I’ve asked, most of them said they would love to take on that role. They’d enjoy feeling that they were doing good in the world, removing these errant members of society, and getting paid for it. They would also take great satisfaction from the act of meting out the reprisals for the torture and pain these men have caused unto others too small and weak to defend themselves.
And I then make it clear that I’m not talking about a fantasy world here, but rather that they should imagine that this was actually on offer, in actual really real reality. Their answer is still the same.
I don’t really know what to do with that fact, but can’t deny that it makes the idea that much breathtaking.