Giants who are apathetic towards micros in the same way we are to gnats and mites. The idea they’d be squished *thoughtlessly*. A reflexive squish as they spot them scuttling across their table, or not even bothering to change stride as they notice one in the path of their shoe.

The life and death struggles taking place entirely within the confines of your ditzy friend's living room carpet. The mass death that occurs whenever their mile-spanning sneaker crashes down into the sprawling forest of fibers, screams silenced in the roaring impact…

Your entire life ending as a fleck of a fleck of crimson, adorning one of the uncountable skin cells crudely broken off your oblivious roommate's body as they scratch their ass while changing in your shared room.

Seemingly mundane scenes that subsequently zoom into a grotesque hellscape of microscopic terror. People desperately fleeing from the slinking predators that inhabit a person's body, others half-crushed and screaming between a fold of skin the oblivious god would never notice…

Microscopic POV drawings where the surrounding air is laden with floating particulate matter, my beloved. A grotesque fog of respiratory droplets, dust motes, and tiny bits of dead skin that clouds your vision of the world beyond their carpet.

Shrinking in your neighbor's house and beginning the long trek across their sprawling floor in the hopes of—somehow—garnering their attention, only to be abruptly squished beneath the weight of a falling strand of hair as it flutters through the ambient breeze of the room…

Shrinking atop your crush's body in the hopes of living out some horny fantasy, only to become so small you end up drowning in the faint sheen of sebum and half-dried sweat adorning a single skin flake on their body—one that would soon slough and flutter onto the carpet below…

Giant who sees you rapidly dwindling atop their fingertip and decides to simply drop you atop whatever body part you had spent the bulk of the day “inadvertently” ogling. Tossed within the sea of undulating skin of their cleavage or dropped deep into the yawning darkness of their crack…

Air-headed giant who, despite not actively going out of their way to squish micros, often fails to differentiate them from errant crumbs or mites, and doesn’t care nearly enough to inspect them further before wiping them away with their fingertip.

you're next :)

The adored trope of clumsy, well-meaning giants being a harbinger of death to the countless micros too insignificant to ever leave an interaction with them intact…

Air-headed ditz who cares *just* enough to attempt to be gentle with those “funny little specks” they occasionally find scuttling around their home, knowing they're at least sorta-sentient… But not nearly enough to sulk over the growing pattern of red dots on their clothing.

Multiple people trying to locate a tiny that had long since shrunken past their capacity to see—voices echoing on high as blurred titans rend the air with each frantic motion. They barely avoid being smeared beneath a falling palm, their screams unable to pierce the ambient din.

Another scenario I enjoy: Shrunken to little more than a speck — perhaps over some minor perceived slight, or simply for a bit of fun — and placed somewhere they hope will get you killed. A combination of aware and unaware that can lead to so many interesting outcomes. (Thread)

Ramble I think the one thing I find hotter than unaware is apathy when it comes to extreme size differences. The idea that, after a certain size, the sentient being you're dealing with just…doesn't matter anymore. That their lives cease to have meaning or value Dehumanization on the basis of scale

Your OC should crush me with some idle motion they would never think about beyond the moment, so insignificant they don’t even feel what meager resistance my body would give before it becomes little more than an Indistinct smudge. A life snuffed out in what would be less than a blip in their day.

Oh, to be caught in the tight grip of a dog boy in heat and faced with the reality that you’ll spend the last, fleeting moments of your life humped to a splatter against his aching groin—his desperate whines, muffled by the twitching mass, becoming the last thing you hear…

A resurrecting tiny being kept as a dog boy’s personal chew toy/masturbation aid… They're delighted—tail wagging, tongue drooling from their open maw—that they finally found one that put themselves back together after “breaking”. They’ve already gone through so many plushies…

Small enough to be mistaken for a flea within the sprawling forest of a dog boy’s hair… Pinched and splattered once he finally discovers the source of his newfound *itch*.

Unceremoniously buried beneath your roommate's ratty Converse after they spot the “mite” scuttling across the kitchen tile — barely given the time to process the encroaching shadow before you're sandwiched between the grit-coated tread and the hard floor below. They don’t even think twice.

So small that your very existence is imperceptible. An utter *nothing* carried by the whims of those so astronomically larger that it becomes difficult to identify *who* they used to be—friends, partners, and strangers alike seeming little more than masses of distorted flesh...

The prettiest person you know serving as a hostile landmass for the countless nanos stranded across their flesh. Their smooth skin corrupted into a rough terrain of jutting dermal ridges and deep, gaping pores. Their soft, gentle voice an incomprehensible, booming rumble...

Story below based on this FANTASTIC, AMAZING, LOVELY sketch commission I got of my fursona by the immensely talented @colacoot.bsky.social. Love it to death!

Vek@vekelm.bsky.social · 7mo ago

Within a deep crevasse, Vek finds himself stumbling through miles of alien terrain — the uneven hills and dips forcing him to crawl as much as he walked. The ground feels rough beneath his weight, grating against his tender flesh like sandpaper and leaving scratches in its wake. 1/19

Oversized ditz please be responsible for the deaths of countless nanos during what is otherwise a completely mundane afternoon. Tearful, hoarse screams for help silenced beneath the unimaginable weight of a sneaker tread as she walks to the kitchen for a snack.

Colacoot@colacoot.bsky.social · 2mo ago

oversized ditz please (don't) save me,..

It’s crazy how many of my favorite aspects of extreme size are captured in this one totally non-fetish-focused Brawl Stars animation… The abrupt demise and sudden tonal shift… The almost darkly comedic swap to a mundane POV. The traumatized loved ones left in its wake…

Missing person cases coinciding with the sudden influx of strange bugs found scuttling around carpets and counters—squirming dots that crumble with the lightest bit of pressure, leaving small flecks of crimson. Some of them seem to almost…purposely scuttle towards you. Gross…

Size game protagonists are often my ideal type of big. Cute guy too wrapped up in his own troubles to notice some speck scuttling around him or smothered inside his clothing. Unable to feel the minute *crunch* of my body as he hurriedly attempts to reach a friend for help…

Unceremoniously squished beneath the sneaker of a passing boy mere moments after being shrunken, unable to get your bearings before his cracked, dirt-caked tread eclipses the sky above… Killed on little more than a whim after he noticed the squirming little dot in his path…

Isekaied into a size game but as nothing more than an unnoticed speck in the shrunken protagonist’s boots. Ground beneath his pale digits as he navigates the towering grasses, inundated in the scent of his exertion as he fights off insects and dodges footfalls…

Cute boy whose only reaction to seeing my crippled, mangled body twitching atop his chair—barely intact after being nearly splattered beneath the fabrics of his basketball shorts—is an apathetic, almost sing-song “ewww” before idly flicking me to the depths of the carpet below…