Giantess & Vore Creators on a Budget

I don't need forced perspective. Stand next to me and you'll understand.

I've spent ten years getting bigger. You never stood a chance.

Every story I tell ends the same way: with me bigger, and you gone.

You're not watching a clip. You're the last scene of a story that ends with me.

Every conversation starts with my height. Yours can too — just say it looking up.

Come closer. Everyone looks up to me eventually.

I built this little world with my own hands. Try not to get lost in it.

I don't need to raise my voice. I just need to stand up.

You start out a curiosity in my palm. You end up somewhere warmer.

Pinup curves, penthouse altitude.

I could have sworn I left you on the desk somewhere.

Stand up. Now notice that you still have to tilt your head back.

You got small. I stayed exactly the same. Guess how this goes.

One hundred ninety-three centimetres. No camera tricks.

You're exactly bite-sized. That's not a coincidence.

Latex, leverage, and a very long way down.

Your fantasy. Your nightmare. My choice which.

Every frame starts with a small figure in it. Guess which one is you.

I've been making people small on camera since before it had a hashtag.

Down there is exactly where I want you. Comfortable?

Cities are small. Planets are small. You were never even on the scale.

You could shout all you want. From up here, it's just quiet.

I'm the reason the horizon keeps moving.

Feed the avatar. See what happens.

Put your headphones on. I'll do the rest — and I do mean all of it.

Step in. The room got bigger, or you didn't — either way, I'm still here.

Class is in session. Mind the ceiling.

Six foot three, measured this morning. Look up if you don't believe me.

You were this big when I found you. You'll be smaller by the time I'm done.

The shirt never survives. Neither does the doorframe.

One more chapter. You're small enough to tuck in anywhere.

Little bites, big appetite — I've never met a size gap I didn't like.

Say it louder. From down there I can barely hear you over my own breathing.

Macro, micro, unaware, shrinking — pick your scale, I'll fill the frame.