Coming Out Small: 5 Gay Men Share Their Size Fetish Stories

From basement computers to full-blown fantasy lives, these are the real stories of how macrophilia and microphilia shaped five men's sexual awakenings—and how they live out their giant and tiny desires today.**

For most gay men, coming out is hard enough. But what happens when you realize your deepest turn-on isn't just other men—it's the idea of being towering over them at fifty feet tall, or shrinking down to the size of an action figure in their grip? Macrophilia and microphilia remain some of the most misunderstood fetishes in the gay community, yet thousands of men worldwide share these fantasies. Below, five men share their journeys into the world of size play: how they discovered it, how it affects their dating lives, and how they satisfy cravings that can't quite be fulfilled in the real world—yet.

Account One: James, 34, London – "I Want to Be Worshipped by Tiny Men"

I've always been tall—6'4" since I was seventeen—and I've always been into muscle. Bodybuilding became my life in my twenties, and the gym was where I felt most powerful, most alive. But it wasn't until I stumbled onto a forum discussing "macrophilia" that something clicked. I read a story about a giant man who kept a collection of shrunken guys in his bedroom, each one worshipping his massive body, and I got harder than I'd ever been in my life.

What turned me on wasn't just the idea of being huge—it was the power. The control. The thought of tiny men crawling over my pecs, getting lost in the valleys between my abs, begging to be noticed by me. In my fantasy, I'm not just big; I'm a god. I'm two hundred feet tall, naked, standing over a city, and below me are thousands of men—all of them desperate to touch me, to serve me, to be crushed under my foot if that's what I want.

When I'm with a guy in real life, I play up the size difference as much as I can. I only date men shorter than 5'8", and I make sure they feel small. I'll pick them up, pin them down, make them call me "Sir" or "Giant." I tell them to imagine they're shrinking, getting smaller and smaller while I grow. Some guys think it's weird, but the ones who get it? They go *wild*. I've had bottoms beg me to stand over them, to put my foot on their chest, to describe what I'd do to them if they were an inch tall. Those nights are fucking electric.

I satisfy my macro cravings mostly through fantasy and media. I'm a paying member of Patreon.com/shrinkingmen, and the exclusive content there is incredible—detailed stories, custom audio where you can hear a giant's voice booming over you, artwork that makes you feel like you're actually staring up at a two-hundred-foot stud. There's one audio in particular, where the giant talks about keeping you in his jockstrap all day while he works out, and I've listened to it at least fifty times. It gets me every single time.

I know I'll never actually be a giant. But in my head, in my fantasies, and with the right guy in my bed? I'm unstoppable. I'm massive. And they're mine to do with as I please. That power is intoxicating, and I wouldn't give it up for anything.

Account Two: Carlos, 28, Barcelona – "I Dream of Shrinking for a Muscular God"

I was nineteen when I realized I was into microphilia, though I didn't know the word for it yet. I was watching a movie where a guy gets shrunk down to a few inches, and instead of being scared for him, I was… turned on. Really turned on. I imagined what it would be like to be that small, that vulnerable, in the presence of a huge, powerful man. A man who could do anything he wanted to me.

I'm not a big guy—5'6", slim build, not very muscular. I've always felt a bit invisible in the gay scene, especially in a city like Barcelona where everyone seems to be ripped and gorgeous. But when I discovered shrinking fantasies, suddenly my size wasn't a disadvantage. It was the whole point. I could imagine being even smaller, utterly powerless, completely at the mercy of a giant muscle god. And that idea made me feel more alive than anything else.

My ultimate fantasy is to shrink down to about three inches tall and be kept by a bodybuilder. He'd keep me in a little cage on his nightstand, or maybe in his gym bag. He'd take me out when he wanted to play—put me on his bicep and make me worship it, or hold me up to his cock and make me service him as best I could with my tiny body. The humiliation, the fear, the absolute submission—it all makes me so hard I can barely stand it.

In real life, I try to find guys who are into domination and size difference. I've had some success on apps where I'm upfront about my kink. I hooked up with a guy who was 6'5" and built like a tank, and I asked him to pretend I was shrinking during sex. He got into it—started talking about how small I was getting, how I'd fit in his hand soon, how he could swallow me whole if he wanted. I came so hard I nearly blacked out.

I've also found an amazing community online. The Shrink Files series from shrinkingmen.com is honestly some of the best erotica I've ever read—each story is so detailed, so immersive, with illustrations that make you feel like you're really there, really shrinking, really being dominated by these massive men. I've bought almost every issue, and I re-read them constantly. They scratch an itch that real-world sex just can't quite reach.

Microphilia has shaped my entire sexual identity. I don't just want to be dominated; I want to be *small*. I want to be a plaything, a toy, something a giant man can use however he likes. And even though I know I'll never actually shrink, the fantasy is so powerful that it's become the only thing that really gets me off anymore.

Account Three: Tyrone, 42, Atlanta – "I Get Off on Feet, and I Want to Be Under Them"

Let me be clear: I'm a foot guy. Always have been. Big, masculine feet, preferably bare, preferably attached to a tall, confident man. But my fetish doesn't stop there. I want to be small enough that those feet could crush me. I want to be so tiny that a single toe is bigger than my entire body. I want to worship feet from a perspective where they're not just sexy—they're goddamn monumental.

I figured out I was into this when I was in college. I had a roommate who was 6'6", played basketball, wore size 15 shoes. One day I saw his sneakers by the door, and I had this intrusive thought: *What if I was small enough to fit inside one of those shoes?* The thought should have disgusted me, but instead, it made me rock hard. From that moment on, I was hooked.

I've tried to incorporate this into my sex life in whatever ways I can. I've had guys step on me (gently), walk over me, make me kiss their feet while they talk about how small and pathetic I am compared to them. But it's never quite enough, because I'm not actually small. In my fantasy, I'm three inches tall, and a giant man—maybe a boyfriend, maybe a stranger—puts his foot down next to me, and I can see every ridge, every callus, every detail magnified a hundred times. And then he steps on me, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that I know I'm completely under his control.

I get most of my satisfaction from custom content and stories. I commission artwork sometimes—images of tiny men trapped under huge feet, or being stepped on, or serving as footstools. And I've found some amazing audio content online. There's a series on shrinkingmen.com that features POV scenarios where you're a tiny guy being dominated by a giant's feet, and the sound design is incredible. You can hear the footsteps, the voice booming from above, the weight coming down on you. It's the closest I've gotten to the real thing, and I listen to it almost every night.

This fetish isn't just about feet anymore—it's about power, scale, and being utterly insignificant compared to someone I find attractive. It's about being so small that I exist solely for his pleasure, whether that means being under his foot, in his hand, or anywhere else he decides to put me. And honestly? I've never felt more sexually fulfilled than when I'm deep in that fantasy, imagining myself shrinking smaller and smaller until I'm nothing but a toy for a giant to enjoy.

Account Four: Liam, 25, Sydney – "I Want to Be Swallowed Whole"

I know vore isn't for everyone. Hell, even among size fetish guys, it's considered pretty extreme. But for me, the idea of being swallowed by a giant man is the ultimate turn-on. It combines everything I love: domination, submission, intimacy, and the total loss of control.

I discovered this kink when I was still a teenager, reading stories online about giants who would shrink men down and eat them. At first, I thought it was weird, even by my standards. But the more I read, the more I realized it wasn't about death or pain—it was about being consumed, literally and figuratively, by someone you're attracted to. It's the ultimate act of possession.

In my fantasy, I'm about two inches tall, and I'm standing in the palm of a huge, muscular guy. He's naked, gorgeous, and looking down at me with a mix of hunger and affection. He teases me for a while—puts me on his chest, lets me explore his body, maybe even rubs me against his cock until I'm covered in his pre-cum. And then, when he's ready, he picks me up, opens his mouth, and lowers me inside. I can feel his tongue, his breath, the wetness and warmth of his mouth. And then he swallows, and I'm gone, sliding down his throat into his stomach, where I'm completely surrounded by him, completely his.

I can't act this out in real life, obviously, but I've found creative ways to get close. I've had boyfriends lick me all over, put me partially in their mouths, talk dirty about eating me. One guy I dated was really into it and would describe in detail what it would be like to swallow me while we were fucking. It was intense, and it got me closer to the fantasy than I'd ever been before.

Online content has been a lifesaver for me. I buy custom stories and audio recordings that focus on vore, and there's some amazing stuff out there. The illustrated Shrink Files from shrinkingmen.com have several vore-themed issues, and they're beautifully done—the artwork shows tiny men being teased by giants, held over open mouths, even swallowed. It's exactly what I need to satisfy this craving when real life can't deliver.

Vore is about trust and intimacy as much as it is about domination. To be swallowed by someone is to become part of them, to be completely absorbed into their body. It's the ultimate fantasy of belonging to someone, and even though I know it'll never happen in reality, the stories and art and audio keep me satisfied. They let me live out that fantasy in my head, and honestly, that's enough for me—most of the time, anyway.

Account Five: Marcus, 31, Toronto – "I Want to Grow Until I'm Unstoppable"

Most guys with macro fantasies want to be the giant. But for me, it's not just about being big—it's about becoming big. I want to experience the growth, feel my body expanding, my muscles swelling, my height shooting up until I'm towering over everyone and everything. The transformation is what gets me off.

I trace this kink back to a comic I read as a kid, where a superhero grew to enormous size to fight a monster. I was way too young to understand why it made me feel funny, but by the time I hit puberty, I knew exactly what it was. I jerked off to that comic more times than I can count, imagining it was me growing, me becoming huge and powerful and impossible to ignore.

These days, my fantasies are a lot more explicit. I imagine I'm at the gym, lifting weights, when suddenly something happens—a chemical, a curse, a scientific accident, I don't care what—and I start growing. My muscles swell, my body gets taller, my cock gets thicker. Other guys at the gym stare in awe and fear as I keep growing, ten feet, twenty feet, fifty feet. My clothes rip off, and I'm naked and massive and completely in control. Some guys run; others stay, desperate to worship me, to serve me, to be used by me.

In real life, I'm very into muscle worship and domination. I work out six days a week, and I love being admired for my body. When I'm with a guy, I make him worship me—feel my muscles, tell me how big I am, beg me to use him. And while he's doing that, I'm imagining I'm growing, getting bigger and stronger while he gets smaller and weaker. It's a mental game that makes every encounter a thousand times hotter.

I consume a lot of growth content. There are some incredible video products out there that use special effects to show men growing—some of them are on shrinkingmen.com, and they're shockingly well done. You see a guy start at normal size, then grow taller and more muscular until he's massive, and the whole time he's flexing, talking dirty, showing off his power. I've watched those videos more times than I can count, and they never get old.

Growth is power. It's confidence. It's becoming more than human, more than what society expects of you. And even though I'll never grow past my natural 6'2", the fantasy of becoming a giant—of being so big and so powerful that no one can ignore me—is what drives my sexuality. It's who I am, and I'm done apologizing for it.

The Power of Size: Why These Fantasies Matter

These five men—and thousands like them—have found community, satisfaction, and sexual fulfillment through macrophilia and microphilia. Whether it's the thrill of dominance, the comfort of submission, or the sheer eroticism of scale, size fetishes offer something that vanilla sex often can't: a complete reimagining of power, intimacy, and desire.

If you're curious about exploring these fantasies further, there's an entire world of content waiting for you. The llustrated Shrink Files series offers immersive, beautifully drawn stories of men shrinking, growing, and experiencing size play in every possible scenario. For audio lovers, the fetish audio collection brings these fantasies to life with professional voice acting and sound design that puts you right in the scene. And for those who want exclusive content, behind-the-scenes material, and a deeper connection to the community, Patreon.com/shrinkingmen offers ongoing support and access to premium material you won't find anywhere else.

Size fantasies aren't going anywhere—and neither is the community of men who live for them. Whether you're a giant, a tiny, or somewhere in between, there's a place for you in this world. Welcome home.