Today I decided to tackle another question that I often get in my inbox. It’s known that I often create giantess movies that feature the unaware concept, but often I’m asked how and why the unaware aspect is so appealing to me. So today’s Giantess Q&A is: “What to you is so appealing about being unaware as a Giantess?”
Uncontrollable Power. That’s what the unaware aspect of the giantess fetish is all about. It’s about being so powerful that you don’t even notice how powerful you really are. Or in your fragile case, it’s about the girl being so powerful that you are simply at the mercy of her body, her wants, her desires no matter how mundane or minuscule they may be. An entire city reduced to bodies and rubble because that cute girl wiggled her freshly painted toes during math class? You and your fellow citizens have to be pretty fucking powerless, pathetic, and helpless to get killed by a young girl struggling with a math problem and a fussy Totoro hairclip. That girl was a Goddess relative to the people of that city. A Goddess who didn’t even know she was a Goddess! So powerful and so large that thousands of lives ruptured in an instant of pure feminine accident. I love it.
I hope that on a day to day basis, I cause that much unknown damage to entire worlds beneath me. Perhaps while I sit here writing this, an entire city is crumbling and struggling to survive under the weight of my pussy. Entire families are pouring into their cars, struggling to drive out of the city they so carefully built and escape. While death and terror peaks as the lips of my moist pussy press further and further into the microscopic city I simply type away, more concerned about grammar and my fussy Totoro hairclip than why my pussy lips tingle.
*leans forward and grinds pussy, readjusting in the chair*
Hmm. I’m all sticky now.
Being or having an unaware giantess is taking an already powerful situation and multiplying it. And best of all being unaware doesn’t have to just be about not knowing the entire situation- it can be about only certain aspects of a situation. For example, being unaware of the fact that the ants I’m crushing are actually real people, or that those shrunken humans trapped in those gummy bears aren’t actually apart of the candy, or that the toy city at my feet that I ordered online is actually a real city!
Of course there’s a problem- how can I enjoy a power rush if I’m not AWARE of the situation taking place? Isn’t being somehow aware of the situation make it… not unaware? That’s a good question, perhaps best illustrated by example. While eating something, sometimes I encounter an unexpected crunch or taste that fills my mouth and drips down my tongue. Do I stop chewing and investigate? No. I swallow. Whatever it was, it is now at the mercy of my massive body. Whether it was an entire city filled with people or an ant that will never again return to it’s colony, my hungry, acid filled tummy treats it all the same. As food– mere living substance to nourish me. As I swallow, my mind races with the unknown possibilities. It’s sexy not to know. It’s simply hot to not care what I ate. Sure… that cookie could have just been a little stale. But that’s not nearly as fun or hot to imagine!
When I create unaware giantess movies, in them I must act unaware. But when I act, I don’t think “I am unaware of this” I try to literally clear my mind and BE unaware of my actions and what I’m doing. Acting isn’t about faking one’s intentions or role- it’s about BECOMING the role. There’s no enjoyment of the role if one fakes it. If I’m unaware, I’m going to honestly be unaware. So when filming an unaware scenario, it only turns me on a little, from what I can’t block out. But the true hotness and pussy drooling comes AFTER filming- watching myself eat my co-workers or swallow that little mint completely unaware. Then, oh how I enjoy it!
In terms of giantess fantasies… One of them is to be teleported to another planet. Perhaps only for a few minutes. Standing there, confused and shocked I look around- I don’t remember this area being in the local park. The trees are gone. There is no one to be found. Just rolling hills of dirt into the horizon. I step forward, puzzled and a little nervous. The ground gives way and softly compresses beneath my naked feet. It strangely feels good. My toes wiggle in the soft grey dirt as I look to the horizon and back. I take a few more steps, the soft ground pulling up and into the air with my soles. It’s so soft.
Maybe I’m dreaming? Have I passed out? I decide to sit down and calm myself. Maybe I’ll wake up. I pull up my skirt to expose my soft cheeks and descend myself upon the waiting ground. They too softly compress into the grey soil and my pussy buldge drives deep into the soil. For only an instant I feel as if the dirt is alive and moving but it fades as quickly as it is felt. I sigh and lean back on my hands. I close my eyes to relax and inhale… only to swallow a tiny bug, perhaps the size of a nat. I cough and gag- but it’s too late. It’s been swallowed. With my hands near my face I look at them and I can almost see… tiny… things…
The world flashes and I’m back in the park, sitting off of the path. I stand up, my eyes wide. I casually brush my dirty gray hands off on the sides of my skirt. So weird. I slip my sandals back on and continue my walk, the strange grey matter still stuck to my toes and soles and now all over my sandals.
(Perhaps in that fantasy, if it actually happened- when I returned home I would discover the remains of the tiny city and proceed to masturbate with whatever is left of it, so turned on by my carelessness and devastatingly unknowing actions earlier that day!!)