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Giantess Perspective:

The problem with using one's size to intimidate large shrunken pets (6" or larger) into obedience is that they eventually get used to their size. Contrast this with your common-variety tiny who remains constantly fearful of its massive owner. Your common $0.20 tinies (which are amusing and tasty, but not very useful) are the size of insects, so they are reliant on their owners completely and even the footsteps of the giants around them feel like massive earthquakes and crashing thunder. Not so with the larger pets. After a while, the mere presence of a giant does not produce a feeling of awe or reverence in the mind of a little man who can climb up the leg of a table to feed himself. So at this point, larger little people (especially the males) become harder to manage and often start to test their boundaries. The dilemma, of course, becomes putting the little pet man in his place without destroying him or psychologically breaking him to the point that he has to be demoted from a companion to mindless slave. One of Darlene's girlfriends provided her with just such an innovative tip to do this successfully. Her girlfriend claimed that firmly grasping a little pet around his torso while blowing into his face will cause him to submit willingly and even revert him to a more docile state. At least for a time.

Once Darlene's little pet shoved over a wine glass at the dinner table during a tantrum, she herself tried the technique. Surprisingly it worked. She didn't understand why it worked, but it did seem to work.

Tiny Pet Perspective:

Noodle was completely surprised when his owner roughly snatched him from the tabletop after he shoulder checked a nearly-empty wine glass, knocking its remnants onto her cloth napkin. He often acted out when she tried to boss him around, but he'd never faced any retribution in the past. Noodle gasped in shock as he felt his body accelerate towards his master's face. Once there, he felt her powerful fingers contract even tighter, squeezing the breath from his lungs and probably bruising his sides. The little man tried to yell at her to stop, to warn her that she was handling him too roughly; but every time he opened his mouth, he was greeted with a gust of pungent air from the giant's pursed lips. "Wai...wait..." he tried to plead as she paused to swallow another round of air between her unrelenting breaths, but his pleas were cut short by another blast of of air. The wind pressure on Noodle's face was too much for him to breath comfortably; and even when he was able to take a breath, it was recycled air from his giant master's cherry-red lips. "Plea...wait...please" the little man attempted to yell while another blast blew his hair back wildly as he tried to pivot and twist his face away from the onslaught. Her breath, while not unpleasant to a fellow giant, smelled rancid to a little person - heavy with the moisture of her spittle and thick with the aroma of the decomposing tiny people she consumed for breakfast. With each breath, Noodle was reminded that his owner was more than just a concept. . . she was organic living flesh, a member of the animal kingdom like him. . . only above him on the food chain. . . a giant primate far more powerful than he. She wasn't supernatural. . . she wasn't a deity to be bargained with. . .she wasn't a fount of wisdom and mercy. . . she was a dumb beast. . . ruled by passions and subject to mindless anger and cruelty like any other animal. . . and most importantly, she was his biological superior. . . she deserved the same respect a garden snake would be wise to give an eagle. This realization caused the testosterone to drain from the little man's pores. He was no more "manly" or powerful than an exhausted rodent uselessly squirming under the resting paw of a lioness. He had been stupid to defy her. He let his muscles go limp.

Satisfied, his master placed him on the floor and ordered him to his room without supper. Noodle complied gratefully.

Description

Giantess Perspective:

The problem with using one's size to intimidate large shrunken pets (6" or larger) into obedience is that they eventually get used to their size. Contrast this with your common-variety tiny who remains constantly fearful of its massive owner. Your common $0.20 tinies (which are amusing and tasty, but not very useful) are the size of insects, so they are reliant on their owners completely and even the footsteps of the giants around them feel like massive earthquakes and crashing thunder. Not so with the larger pets. After a while, the mere presence of a giant does not produce a feeling of awe or reverence in the mind of a little man who can climb up the leg of a table to feed himself. So at this point, larger little people (especially the males) become harder to manage and often start to test their boundaries. The dilemma, of course, becomes putting the little pet man in his place without destroying him or psychologically breaking him to the point that he has to be demoted from a companion to mindless slave. One of Darlene's girlfriends provided her with just such an innovative tip to do this successfully. Her girlfriend claimed that firmly grasping a little pet around his torso while blowing into his face will cause him to submit willingly and even revert him to a more docile state. At least for a time.

Once Darlene's little pet shoved over a wine glass at the dinner table during a tantrum, she herself tried the technique. Surprisingly it worked. She didn't understand why it worked, but it did seem to work.

Tiny Pet Perspective:

Noodle was completely surprised when his owner roughly snatched him from the tabletop after he shoulder checked a nearly-empty wine glass, knocking its remnants onto her cloth napkin. He often acted out when she tried to boss him around, but he'd never faced any retribution in the past. Noodle gasped in shock as he felt his body accelerate towards his master's face. Once there, he felt her powerful fingers contract even tighter, squeezing the breath from his lungs and probably bruising his sides. The little man tried to yell at her to stop, to warn her that she was handling him too roughly; but every time he opened his mouth, he was greeted with a gust of pungent air from the giant's pursed lips. "Wai...wait..." he tried to plead as she paused to swallow another round of air between her unrelenting breaths, but his pleas were cut short by another blast of of air. The wind pressure on Noodle's face was too much for him to breath comfortably; and even when he was able to take a breath, it was recycled air from his giant master's cherry-red lips. "Plea...wait...please" the little man attempted to yell while another blast blew his hair back wildly as he tried to pivot and twist his face away from the onslaught. Her breath, while not unpleasant to a fellow giant, smelled rancid to a little person - heavy with the moisture of her spittle and thick with the aroma of the decomposing tiny people she consumed for breakfast. With each breath, Noodle was reminded that his owner was more than just a concept. . . she was organic living flesh, a member of the animal kingdom like him. . . only above him on the food chain. . . a giant primate far more powerful than he. She wasn't supernatural. . . she wasn't a deity to be bargained with. . .she wasn't a fount of wisdom and mercy. . . she was a dumb beast. . . ruled by passions and subject to mindless anger and cruelty like any other animal. . . and most importantly, she was his biological superior. . . she deserved the same respect a garden snake would be wise to give an eagle. This realization caused the testosterone to drain from the little man's pores. He was no more "manly" or powerful than an exhausted rodent uselessly squirming under the resting paw of a lioness. He had been stupid to defy her. He let his muscles go limp.

Satisfied, his master placed him on the floor and ordered him to his room without supper. Noodle complied gratefully.