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A tiny man rises on tiptoe to kiss the huge big toe of a huge female foot extended to him, on a grassy lawn

Show Notes 008: To Foot or Not to Foot

You’re a tiny person, riding on the bus, trying to be a responsible steward of your community, and really just trying to get through your day. You’re commuting home, enjoying the luxury of the center of a vast upholstered seat spreading around you, as lights in the windows far overhead flash and flicker on the bus’s lumbering route through the city. The bus slows, your little body lurches, and several moments pass before a young woman, dressed for summer in jeans shorts and a cropped T-shirt, decides to take your seat. Did she see you, or was she lost in whatever’s playing on her headphones, eager to claim any empty spot? Either way, rather than being crushed beneath her pert butt, you find yourself lying within the canyon of long thighs, trembling as the bus starts up again. Do you dare to announce your presence to her, or do you lie there and wait for her to notice you, if ever? Which of these is the least harmful choice?

Welcome back to the show! Today, as the title has given away, I’m going to explore the foot fetish aspect to Size Fantasy. It was bound to happen sooner or later. It’s impossible to not address, since it necessarily comes up whether you have a fetish for feet or not.

There is a strong foot fetishist contingent within the Size community, and it makes sense. One of the most basic demonstrations of overwhelming size is to have a giant person stand beside you, and you only come up to their calf or even their ankle. One of the smallest parts of a giant’s body is held up against your entire body, and you’re found wanting in the comparison. And if you’re attracted to feet and seek the sensory overload common to many sexual fantasies, it should be obvious that you’d want to be stepped on and completely covered by a huge foot. It’s a reasonable extension of the fantasy that you’d be ordered to massage a sole taller than yourself, or if you’re into the nastier, more biological aspects of the experience, that you’d be ordered to lick the dirt off the sole or the jam between the toes. Everything you like in a regular foot, but bigger, stronger, more pungent and commanding. This rule of scale applies to mouths, breasts, penises, and asses, so why should feet be exempt?

The foot is a cute little appendage at the end of the leg which juts from the hip at the bottom of the torso which is crowned by the head. The soles are the home to apocrine glands, perspiration glands that also exist in the perineum, the nipples, the armpits and nostrils, women’s labia and the scrotum in men. It has been suggested that the presence of apocrine glands is one reason feet get caught up in sexual stimuli, but the jury’s still out pending formal study. In the kingdom of the bodyscape, the head is the capitol and the feet are the far-flung borderlands, the lawless frontier. There’s something about the foot being as far away as possible from the cognitive center of the head that makes you feel like you can get away with more around the feet, as a tiny person. The head is off doing math or watching TV, and the feet are just lying around, abandoned, left to their own devices, and you could almost mess around with them without the greater person taking notice, at least for a while.

But why would you want to? What’s so great about the feet?

Hear that? That howl of despair, keening as loudly as the last overburdened engine on a passenger jet? That’s the cumulative frustration of a hundred thousand foot fetishists, across the nation, crying out to voice what to them is an obvious truth. They know what’s sexy about feet, and they’re maddeningly aware of how this incontrovertible fact is nonetheless missed by a seeming majority of the population. This is a perfect crystalization of the paradox of our Size fetish: whatever we’re into, we’re convinced few other people in the world could share this fetish, but if you speak to people within the context of the Size community, we tend to believe our particular kinks are the predominant manifestation. Chalk this logical contradiction up to the human condition.

Let’s deconstruct this and start at the most basic elements. Feet can be cute. Whether or not you want to masturbate to them, you have to admit some feet are cuter than others, or handsomer than others. Personally, I’m attracted to the Greek ideal of feet, powerful and well-shaped, something that commands your respect. Strong toes, a broad base, a solid foundation upon which a deity piles their might and presence. Even though I don’t consider myself a fetishist, I feel like I have substantial and well-defined opinions on what makes an attractive foot. For instance, with all due respect to Daryl Hannah, I was disappointed and left cold by her foundational close-ups in 1993’s Attack of the 50 Ft. Woman. Not my thing, but not inconceivable that it’d be someone else’s; hell, that scene was probably someone’s awakening, and now her feet are the template and standard for all others. All I’m saying is that there are women’s feet I find cute, and feet that do nothing for me, just as women possess appealing hands and ungainly hands, cute ears and unfortunate ears, fulsome asses and … not-fulsome.

Feet have many other qualities attributed to them as well. We think of them as dirty, what with the bacteria that can build up in socks that don’t get changed, the sweat and aroma of labor after a rigorous workout. Society stigmatizes any attraction to them, casting them as off-limits. This is kind of funny, since there’s no role of the foot in the biological imperative: society dictates that we cover up our reproductive genitalia and breasts. Yet feet exist in a twilight region between the acceptable and the forbidden, and the latter group because they’re laden with sexual baggage. Some styles of women’s shoes show off the appealing qualities to a woman’s foot; others crush and mutilate them while accentuating the rest of the body. It’s like polite society wants to hide away anything related to sexual attraction and arousal. This can get complicated, since it’s possible to be attracted to and fetishize literally any part of the human body. Through circuitous routes, Instagram introduced me to a fetish in SE Asia, mainly in the Philippines, that centered on women’s armpits. It had its own hashtag and everything, and the images were simply of women lifting one arm while looking at the camera. Despite thousands of fetishists craving that material, it manages to fly beneath Instagram’s censorship radar and persist unmolested, because for now it’s not sexualized broadly enough to merit censorship. I think feet are further along that path. If social media can’t ban pictures of bare feet in various positions, it can still shut down accounts that seem to be trying to monetize these images, under the broad interpretation of sexual content.

Toes are darling. They stick out cutely, they splay cutely, they curl up cutely. Merriam-Webster no longer seems to list an entry for “dewy” to describe long toes, but foot fetishists have preserved this usage. In their typically poetic tendency, the English have a term for sucking on toes: “shrimping,” and curled toes could possibly remind one of a display of cocktail shrimp, I suppose. The instinct to grab something cute and stuff it in one’s mouth is surprisingly common. A friend of mine said she had the instinct, when viewing miniatures, to pop one in her mouth, just to hold and feel it there. And you’ve seen adoring mothers threatening to eat the toes off their baby’s feet, surely. Let the verdict maintain that toes are firmly within the realm of cute things.

Now, imagine yourself tiny, smaller than a Star Wars action figure, about the size of a shot glass. A giant person walks up to you, planting their huge feet on either side of you, communicating wordlessly that escape is futile. You have to deal with them and their feet. They could easily lift one foot off the ground, hover it above you, and slowly bring it down in an inexorable display of strength and mass, but they don’t. They lift their leg, their foot hovers above you, but then their toes spread, trembling with underdeveloped dexterity, and they slowly lower to pinch your head. The large toes curl over and behind your shoulders, and you’re mashed into the ball of their foot as they effortlessly lift you off the ground.

Is this a threatening gesture? Is it an inordinately cute gesture? Are they disrespecting you by seizing you with their least appendage? And are you into that form of disrespect? They stretch out their leg—you’re very high off the ground now, from your perspective—and they casually regard your plight, seeing your feeble body struggle within the grip of the darling little toes, any one of which is still too strong for you to push at and pry off your body. Think about what that means, in terms of power dynamics: it’s their smallest and cutest digits, at the end of their leg, as far away from their eyes and brain as anything on them could be … and it’s still too much for you. You can’t even fight against a darling little toe. For some people, this helplessness is crushing and they loathe their inadequacy; for others, this incidental display of power is intoxicating. And both of these reactions can be present in many people. Sexuality’s complicated, or trying to make sense of it is. I think that’s where we go wrong, trying to intellectualize these impulses, when they’re more easily explained by “the heart wants what it wants.”

What else can you do with a foot, as a tiny person? Well, the first time you meet a goddess, in some stories, she simply extends her leg toward you and commands you to worship her foot. By real-world physics you’d be too small to make an indentation in her sole with both fists, but in stories like this, a tiny person putting their shoulders into it can knead into a warm and patient sole, and the goddess can feel it and derive pleasure from it, or else she simply appreciates their earnest effort. A tiny person could certainly do an expert job painting a giantess’s toenails, unquestionably. They could kiss the bridge just as a normal-sized lover can kiss a cheek or a hand or even a foot, just with much smaller kisses. It would be simultaneously an inadequate and endearing gesture to lie upon the bridge of a foot, straining to wrap your arms even halfway around their ankle, attempting to embrace the merest member of their body with all of yours.

The application of a giant foot can be applied to all genres of Size Fantasy, whether gentle, sexy, or cruel. Cute feet, albeit huge feet, can be very tender as the ball of one foot presses your tiny body into the sole of the other, hugging you all-encompassingly between soles. Toes can pluck at you or stroke your nude form, clumsily stimulating you with huge, darling tips. Or feet can take you into the realm of the Crush fetish, coming down on you with frightening speed and irresistible strength. In many stories and images, it’s common to see a giantess walking through a city, flattening cars beneath her soles just as she makes a bloody mess of hapless pedestrians who can’t get out of the way quickly enough. Whether she’s intentionally pursuing manslaughter or is unaware of the horrific damage she’s causing is a matter of the creator’s intent and the audience’s appetite.

But if you’re already into feet, normal-sized feet, does macrophilia have anything to offer you? Does the appeal of pressing your entire body against a warm, sweaty sole and licking out the webbing between toes larger than your head appeal in the least way? I found one episode of the Foot Fetish Podcast, hosted by Ramon and Bell, where they talked about the giantess fetish, except they pronounced it “gigantess.” The concept of giant women seems new to them, though they have each had Size-adjacent experiences: Ramon talked about playing with GI Joes with his feet in the bathtub as a kid and experiencing an awakening that way, so perhaps he’s got a giant streak somewhere inside him. They conflated macrophilia with the fat fetish, and Bell admitted to being attracted to Rubenesque women, though not necessarily taller. The mid-90s cartoon Gargoyles gave her to think she might be into taller men (or gargoyles), but she recalled a comic about a huge frog eating a woman, and this terrified her, as did the idea of dwelling in a giant stomach, as per Attack on Titan. Terror is not at all an uncommon reaction when people encounter macrophilia for the first time: the sexiness eludes them, and all that remains is the fright of something huge that you’re helpless to fend off. Bell, bless her heart, recalled “Tampongate” from December 1989, when British tabloids exposed Prince Charles’s sexy conversations with Camilla, during which he confessed to wishing he could be her tampon. The world laughed at such a ridiculous notion, and I recall Dana Carvey’s send-up of it on Saturday Night Live, but I knew exactly what he was talking about and he had all my sympathy.

Anyway, Ramon recognized that he found and enjoyed some fan art of Disney princesses smothering their partners under their huge bare feet, so, yay. They mentioned SizeCon, and at the time of the episode in September 2020 there would have been four SizeCons. They cited Dr. Mark Griffith’s “Big Love” article in Psychology Today as well as “The Bible and Macrophilia,” an intense article about giants in the Bible, which I’ll highlight in a later episode. They correctly cite “vore” as coming from “vorarephilia.” So I have to give them much props for doing their research in exploring macrophilia. Poor Ramon went to Reddit to research this topic, and it seems he encountered a measure of belligerence from Size fetishists who each insisted their particular faction was the predominant one. And at one point, Bell asserted that “no podcast with one host is ever going to be good.”

Ahem.

If you’re interested in experiencing the foot fetish through a Size Fantasy lens, I will give you one literary reference right off the bat. You could start a fakey account on Giantess City and search through the writers archives for any stories posted along this vein. You can run down to Giantess World yourself, and you can seek out appropriate stories by context. But let me recommend one author in particular who’s very into giantess feet and shoes, as well as crushing and humiliation. I can’t say that I’m into all of that, but given that, I have enjoyed everything I’ve read by this author, who goes by CrushedBoyWonder. Open up his stories, and you’re going to experience some very passionate, brutal, sincere writing, shot through with dry humor. He contributed several stories to the Size Riot writing contests, and I was always excited to see what he came up with for a range of topics: Gentle, Unaware, Growth, and Cruel.

I have several artists to recommend, as well. Once again, I’m compelled to remind the listener that I’m not inherently a foot fetishist, I just know what I like when I see it. Therefore, my recommendations may not appeal to the truer, hardcore fetishists, but what can I do? I’m creating this podcast from where I exist, limited to my experiences. In a way, these podcasts are little love-letters to creators I’ve admired for years but never spoken to, and they will certainly never hear my praise on these episodes, so allow me to gush.

That said, please check out the Show Notes for links to everyone I’m going to call out now. I knew him as SmushedBoy, but on DeviantArt he calls himself MartiusAgni (he/him, Brazil). He draws all sorts of artwork featuring giantesses and tiny people, and he ventures into various aspects of the macrophilia fetish, including cities being crushed by breasts or tiny people being rubbed into armpits. The bulk of his work, however, features women’s feet, from all angles. MartiusAgni’s artistic style is exquisite, highly polished and stark line art with gorgeous women and a compelling international feel. The foot community benefits greatly from so talented an artist plying his skills to this imagery.

As well, Guireyart is another fantastic, enthusiastic, gifted artist who portrays various interpretations of love and domination through women’s feet. Formerly on DeviantArt, he has a Patreon that hasn’t been updated since last June. I suspect he’s more active on Discord, but you can find a free and accessible gallery of his work on Pixiv, the Japanese artwork gallery that accepts all comers. His characters all dwell within a series called Toetally (that’s “toe”) and he renders vignettes of women discovering tiny people, manipulating and dominating them, sometimes working paying fans into his work.

Likewise, the Spanish artist (for some reason I think he’s Spanish) Molotav creates lavish, playful illustrations of gigantic women subjugating hapless little men under their feet. His artistic style is decidedly vintage, similar to mainstream comics of a few decades ago or enamel advertisement signs of several decades ago. I’d love to learn of his own inspiration for his work, because the women are almost unfailingly dressed in aprons, frilly skirts, pumps and pearl necklaces, which in my nation resounds with retro Americana. It’s a distinct artistic choice and I’ve always wanted to learn more about it. Unfortunately, all his online galleries seem to be taken down, except for what exists on Patreon.

The style of the artist Pogojo is hallmarked by plumpness, lusciousness. Whether they’re drawing butts, tongues, boobs, or feet, everything bears an indulgent, lavish texture that seems like it would be heavenly to sink within. Everything’s very cute, everything’s indulgent and potentially life-threatening in the best way possible.

Similarly, there’s one artist I know absolutely nothing about, named fooooly with four O’s. Their DeviantArt profile holds the most work, and they have smaller galleries on Patreon, Pixiv, and Newgrounds. Like Pogojo, they are an artist at the top of their game and seemingly nothing is beyond their capability. They reference video games and anime in their work, but you don’t need to know that to appreciate the lavish, sensual illustrations of cute feet and puffy toes as they hover over, crush, and pick at tiny little people. Unlike the other artists who range into other aspects of macrophilia, fooooly is entirely fixated upon the manipulation of tiny people by huge, beautiful feet.

There, that should give you an idea of what people are doing. Bear in mind that any Size Fantasy artist is necessarily going to come around to feet, eventually, as they explore every aspect of giant people inflicting themselves upon tiny people. Think back to the crappy SuperFriends cartoons of the ‘80s: many of us found our awakening whenever someone was shrunken down or grown up to outrageous heights. Batman got the best of it, grasped in the fists of scientist Amy Zahn and a gigantic Wonder Woman alike, but don’t forget Giganta being pursued through the city streets by an enlarged Apache Chief. How many of those action sequences were crystalized by a street-view of a huge, bare, feminine foot crashing into the avenue? Yes, exactly. You can hardly be blamed for your fetish, with programming like this from your earliest years.

Questionnaire

Now it’s time for the Questionnaire, and this round the questions will be answered by my good friend Starkadh. He identifies as male, proudly from Italy, and he says he started as a collage artist who branched out into 3D renderings as well as creative writing. He’s working on a novel, Mondo Ridotto or Reduced World in English. He’s an ardent fan of Size Erotica, though he admits his tastes run vanilla compared to popular fare.

Starkadh’s preferred size is to be 8 cm or 3 inches tall. “That’s because it’s a golden size, both to be small enough yet maintaining some control and iteration with the surrounding world. The dangers are not as extreme,” yet it’s still fun and exciting and relatively safe to interact with the Biggos. He points out that the size of the woman is not as pertinent to his fantasies as his own size, being less about giantesses and more about himself shrunken down to 4.3% of his actual height.

If I had to think of an origin of this fantasy of mine, I would say I have to go back a long way. From my earliest memory I remember playing, always imagining that I was only a few inches tall. Yeah, I remember using a little Lego man as my avatar, you know, in my imagination, and for me everything—garden, anthill, bush, an apartment—everything was a giant world to explore. The attraction for giantesses came later, you know, with puberty and an interest in girls. I would always imagine my self as tiny, but interacting with hypothetical girls, exploring their bodies, or to let them play with play with me. Maybe that’s why I’m not as fascinated by the theme of Domination as I am by the theme of Gentle. You know, having a relationship with these differences in size and, you know, just having a friend, a giant friend or a giant girlfriend.

Regarding the question, “what does your Size Fantasy mean to you?” Well, it’s a little embarrassing to say, but it’s not that different from the games I played as a kid. I may have gotten more complex and, for sure, the giantesses add spice to the fantasy, but the fantasy of being small, to me, means living in a world with different rules from those imposed by society, our real society. To live in a world where survival relies almost exclusively in my hands, my skill, my craftiness, a world that may be hard, harsh, and even lethal, but one that assures me total freedom. Kind of like the world must have been in the Neolithic period, before we enclosed ourselves within stone walls and rules. It isn’t a casual coincidence that I like survival games, you know, the ones where you have to gather materials and build and craft and else. I don’t know if you know the series of novels of Mary Bird, I think, about Borrowers. Well, that was a book my mom used to read me when I was child, and yeah. That’s the kind of life I’d like to live, the life of a Borrower.

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