thinking about unexpected size difference with whumpers and whumpees.
small, petite whumpers with their huge, intimidating whumpees. maybe they’re muscular, maybe they’re fat, maybe they’re both – either way, they look like they could crush whumpee in between their fingers. and yet here they are, kneeling like a good pet, all decked out in shiny jewels, wearing pretty outfits that show off their hulking bodies.
maybe they’re silent in their submission, playing out gruesome fantasies of killing whumper as they let delicate, elegant fingers trace the fresh set of scars on their back. or maybe they’re reverent, utterly devoted, vowing to protect this small, fragile thing that causes them so much unimaginable pain.
