Saw this old tumblr post recently in my facebook feed, which reads:

Glumshoe

What I say: "I'm touch starved."

What you think I mean: "I need a hug."

What I truly mean: "I need someone to platonically lie across me with their full weight, crushing my body and providing deep pressure until my errant soul is reabsorbed into my flesh. Also, a hug would be nice."

Glumshoe

I've had to explain this to people who think it's weird, but when I add, "You know... Like cats..." they seem to understand.

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I have developed a few more mean-ish fantasies since I first picked up the kink, but this is really the big thing for me. I never want the giantess doing it to me to hate me or to think less of me for wanting it. I never want to think of the "realistic" consequence of blood-and-guts or suffocation. I just want to be lovingly squished and smothered in order to feel that connection with a beautiful lady who cares a lot about me. Now, when I'm the big and I want to squish a tiny lady, I'm thinking about how good it feels to be calling the shots in that relationship; but that's a story for another day.