I’ve long said of fetishes and kinks: “if you can imagine it, someone has already gotten off to it”.
I found out about macrophilia (sometimes called a giant fetish) much in the same way I imagine a lot of people discover new fetishes: browsing the internet.
I saw a picture a Domme posted of herself with a tiny little man photoshopped in to give her the appearance of a giantess and I found it amusing.
It was something I found weird, to be fetishized over an illusory stature, created by clever editing.
It didn’t tickle my particular fancy, so I forgot it and went on my merry way.
Flash forward a couple of months and I began to notice how often subs would call me “Giant”.
I’ve always been tall, I was always among the back row for group photos lest I hide some poor hobbit behind me.
I always enjoyed my height (except at water fountains, low-hanging ceilings, most cars, airplanes, and any other place where I’ve hit my head) and counted it as one of my greatest physical assets, allowing me to always see the stage at concerts and festivals as well as being easy to spot in a crowd.
What I hadn’t realized, was just how much I enjoy my height and all that accompanies it.
I’ve never been afraid of sexualizing myself.
In fact, I enjoy that I can have others drooling over me because it’s a sexual power that can be used to quite effective ends.
I love to show off my body and every last one of it’s parts to whoever would like to enjoy it.
Hell, I’m probably some sort of exhibitionist, although I would never just flash people.
Suffice to say, I’ve never been one to back down from the opportunity to present myself sexually to another, willing, person.
One day, I posted a picture of my hand with a tiny key in the palm of my hand.
This picture of a AA battery was inspired by the original, which I’m having trouble finding at the moment.
It wasn’t anything too crazy or wild, just a picture to advertise my delight in being someone’s chastity key-holder, yet it seemed to resonate with some people in a way that I didn’t yet fully understand.
A sub approached me, marveling at the size of my enormous hands and how small and weak they made him feel.
This confession delighted me, as all confessions of this nature do, yet this one was different in some sort of weird new way.
As I responded, we began to engage in some text play and I soon found myself incarnating a Giant.
I was surprised not only of how much I enjoyed this play but also in how naturally it came to me.
Different kinds of roleplaying need experience to be done to a satisfactory level but here, I was a prodigy.
At the end of the session (and a good drain!), I realized that I had gained a new fetish.
The absolute best part is:
I AM A GIANT.
Unlike the domme who had to use editing and clever perspective work to achieve the illusion of stature, I was born to it.
My feet are a foot-long, my hands cover an entire keyboard, my arms reach much past the highest shelves, my long legs can easily jump over obstacles others can’t pass, my head much-too familiar with ceilings.
So be careful now, little subs, or I might crush you…