Some men dream of being able to play golf all day or feeding the hungry or having sex with a famous person. This isn’t my fantasy. No, I have a shrinking fantasy.
The best way to tell you is just to go with the truth. I was being dangled by a pair of lovely French-manicured fingernails over a pot of boiling water and had time to reflect that it’s moments like this, as menacing laughter and jeers reverberate around me, that it’s good for one’s shrunken strength to stay positive. “Look on the bright side,” I told myself as scalding steam tickled my toes. “You still have your health for a few more seconds. Why not make a little list of all the reasons you enjoy being a tiny shrunken man at the mercy of a lovely giant mistress.” Read more Why I Love Being a Tiny Man.
When I think of the word “stereotype” I think “average,” which hardly describes an encounter with a Shrink Mistress. But it also represents the concepts of “kind” or “pattern” that match a Giantess Mistress’ personality or whim. You can say that mistresses who can shrink a man down to size often have some personality traits in common. Sometimes I’ll ask a Mistress who enjoys Giantess Fantasies if she’s a “good” or “evil” Giantess. That’s a kind of stereotype, but it really has more subtle variations than just those basic flavors. Read more about Giantess Stereotypes.
Ever been in that situation where your hot (but a bit bratty) girlfriend and her equally sizzling (and yet even more bratty) best friend are upstairs perfecting their new magic shrink spell and you say to yourself, “Hey! Wouldn’t it be kind of cool to be shrunken and tiny for a day?” Sure! We ALL have, but you just can’t come out and demand to be shrunk, can you? You’ll look like a deranged lunatic. So what do you do? Find out in Please Don’t Shrink Me Mistress.
Where do fetishes come from? Everyone is different in this and trust me, I’ve looked and looked for one common answer but there just isn’t one! So, I decided to ask an easier question instead, one for which the internet also had no answer. I looked inside myself. Where specifically did my shrinking fantasy come from? Read the origin or a shrinking fetish to find out.
I’ve always wanted to tell a date, or girlfriend, or even a sexy stranger about my shrinking fantasies, my desire to be a tiny man in a land filled with beautiful giants. But I’m also not a big fan of being thought of as “crazy,” so I tend to tightly hold those secret thoughts inside my head and keep them to myself. Tonight was a bit different, I guess. There was a magic, a kind of energy in the air. I was about to abandon logic and share my deepest and most guarded desire with someone. Read more about the night I admitted my shrinking fetish.
Tiny men scream a lot when the shadow of your high heel is baring down on them. Not that it’s loud or even distracting, because really they are usually pretty small by the time I decide I’m done playing with them, so it’s more a matter of corning them than actually cleaning up any mess. However it is fun to know their little faces are all screwed up in terror, mouths open, screaming their tiny lungs out, while I lift up my foot. Read more about why I enjoy being a Giantess.
I heard the high heels before I saw her, clicking down the hallway above my head. She was back and it was early. I hadn’t expected her to return so quickly and being caught in the basement laboratory was going to make it pretty obvious that I wasn’t the traveling insurance salesman I had pretended to be earlier in the day. Continue reading Caught Stealing.
Thousands of people disappear without a trace every year. Do you ever wonder why that is? How can so many people disappear into thin air with all the advancements in forensic science? I know one way it happens because I have had a hand in several such disappearances. I know just how easy it is to make someone go away forever and never be found. Continue reading The Rat Cage.
She was and is, tall and sexy, long dark hair, perfect curves that even a long white lab coat couldn’t hide. She loves skirts and heels, straight tight pencil skirts with a fitted blouse and impossible high heeled pumps. Maybe if she wouldn’t have been so beautiful, I would have seen what was coming, maybe not. Because they were right and the laughter was at my foolishness, she is also smart. Read more about it in a shrinking fantasy.
Every size fetish starts with that basic choice. A man either shrinks tiny, or a mistress grows bigger. Everything else is just details: futuristic zap-rays, potions, magic, who eats who, things like that. Someone out there is daydreaming about a size fantasy right now, pondering which path to take. Let me share with you my personal preference: shrinking is better than growing, and here are the 7 reasons why.
Fish tanks are so relaxing to watch, don’t you think? I love to sit back and see the waves and the colors from the lights. My favorite parts are all the fun little extras, the castles and the fake dragon. The pirate ship and skeleton crew! They are wonderful! Oh that huge octopus with tentacles wrapped around the ship it has pulled down. Not to mention all the pretty glittery rocks and the plants. Beautiful. But I have to admit, my very favorite part is the little village on the island in the middle of the tank. Read more about the Giantess and Her Shrunken Village.
It’s weird being almost normal size again. Of course she had to make me bigger so I could type out my admission. My admission to cheating because I learned, Cheating Equals Shrinking.
Dear Diary, I finally got the elixir to work! I slipped it into his wine last night and left him on the couch asleep. This morning I thought he was gone, but after I searched around, I found him and he was tiny!!! I woke him up and told him what happened and I think he was in shock for a while. Continue reading Diary of a Shrinking Mistress.
Damn her! I woke up this morning in a fish tank! A fish tank! And I know just who is to blame! My girlfriend is a chemist and she’s been telling me for weeks that she’s working on this shrinking potion so she can shrink me and put me in her purse or her shoe. I guess she did it. Continue reading The Perils of Dating a Scientist,
Hello. I’m here to tell you a story that you may not believe. I’m an adult male the size of a Ken doll. Yes, that’s what I said, a Ken doll. Now I know there are lots of questions running through your head right now, but try to refrain from asking them and let me tell the tale. Continue reading Shrinking Spell.
We all react differently to different things, it’s simple to say what you would and wouldn’t do in a situation you’ve never been in, but once you’re there, well you have to really think about it and possibly admit that what you thought you would do, has no resemblance to what you really are going to do. Basically, if you woke up tiny enough to fit in a jar on someone’s shelf, what would you do? Read all about what I did in Life in a Jar.
What came to her was this…Being a professor she decided that I could be a useful source of information during testing. Bringing all her grades up from low A’s to high ones and even getting extra credit. She started keeping me in her pocket, bouncing next to her beautiful breasts or pressed against her perfect ass. My worry moment to moment now is what will happen when she gets distracted and forgets I’m in that back pocket and just sits down. Continue reading Person in Her Pocket.