Targeted Marketing

If you’ve been on Instagram for any period of time, you’ve seen ads for Hero War, where ostensibly you use basic math to overcome obstacles and grow powerful. This isn’t how the game runs, the ads are wholly deceitful and misleading. It’s a cash and data grab, that’s all.

But. I have noticed some specific ads for the game in my timeline, which means they’re paying attention to who watches them and tailoring them for content that certain people will notice. I was unable to find my screenshot of the gigantic woman placing her foot (in red stiletto heel) upon the tiny hero’s shoulder, just prior to kicking him from some great height, but check out these other very intentional images.

In the first three images, for no known reason, the giantess is sucking on the hero’s entire body. You can see that he’s coated in her saliva, before she casts him down and he starts his adventure. What was she thinking? Was she humiliating him, trying to scare him, or pleasing herself somehow?

In the fourth image, the hero is fighting to earn the esteem of his goddess; when he dies, she picks him up and resets him at the beginning. In the fifth, the hero is breaking into a tomb and swings from his rope to grasp the face of a huge statue of a woman, enthusiastically fulfilling the sign’s instructions to kiss her. In the sixth, wow, look at that: the tiered beanstalk is reaching right up between a giant woman’s thighs. In the last image, the hero is simply chilling out on the abs of a gigantic, attractive woman, floating along in the ocean. How did they meet? Is he telling her a story? Anyway, he gets yanked off her (she makes no move to rescue or retain him) and he lands in trouble, kicking off his adventure.

None of this represents actual game play, of course, or I’d be busy playing instead of writing this. They just… know what I’m interested in, and they’re trying to grab my attention.

UPDATE: This one was a long ad, had to wait for it to play out before I could get these screenshots. Guessing that’s not an accident, either, since viewing time gets you promoted on Instagram.

This scene starts out with the hero tied up, suspended upside-down beside a gigantic, cute ogress in the middle of a nap. He frees himself, runs over to her forearm, and digs around for something under her huge breast. The ad shows her boob bouncing and shifting as he digs around, finally extracting a dagger. He’s not even subtle about it: he just runs right up and shoves her massive mammary out of the way, looking for something he thinks is hidden in there, and somehow the ogress never wakes up. Clad only in boxers and armed with a pig-sticker, he goes off to start building up experience.

Speaking of, I have a new regret: never sending a copy of my self-pub book to my favorite author.

Generally you shouldn’t do this: your book is never complete and refined enough to send to someone you admire, especially unsolicited. Amateurs who do this are usually seeking praise, rather than a reasonable critique, and even if they’re hoping for a critique… that’s not something you ask of someone who’s busy being successful, busy being the person you admire.


I couldn’t help but notice in Gene Wolfe’s The Shadow of the Torturer several references to gigantic women, from the prosthetically voluptuous Jolenta to the gigantic women under the ocean and lying in the rivers:

“We are the brides of Abaia. The sweethearts and playthings, the toys and valentines of Abaia. The land could not hold us. Our breasts are battering rams, our buttocks would break the backs of bulls. Here we feed, floating and growing, until we are great enough to mate with Abaia, who will one day devour the continents.”

I’m reading, possibly rereading, The Fifth Head of Cerberus, and let me tell you, it is more than sprinkled with references to women of greater-than-average height.

“…and the girls, my father’s employees, in costumes that displayed their roughed breasts in enclosures of twisted wire like birdcages or gave them the appearance of great height (dissolved only when someone stood very close to them)…”

“The maid who had previously carried them out, a girl named Nerissa who had been selected because she was not only one of the prettiest but one of the tallest and strongest of the maids as well, a large-boned, long-faced, smiling girl with shoulders broader than most men’s, remained, as my father had promised, to help.”

[When Dr. Marsch was asked whether he was enjoying himself] “Both sensually and intellectually,” he said. “I’ve seen a naked girl, a giantess twice the height of a man, walk through a wall.”

“…but as he did so, an immensely tall and lanky woman who had been hawking pralines in the street came running toward us. It was Nerissa, and I now had a servant and might have had a bedfellow if I wished, though I could pay her nothing.”

That’s just one novella. Wolfe hints at large women in a few other stories—not consistently, like Steven Millhauser’s miniature-within-miniature fixation—but enough that I wish, in our too-brief exchange of letters, that I’d gifted him with some of my work just to let him know that I too stood In Her Shadow. Perhaps I’m wrong, perhaps this is coincidence, just a fantastical idea he brought up occasionally to introduce a feeling of weirdness and dislocation.

But perhaps not. This was a chance I didn’t take, and now I’ll never know.

One thought on “Targeted Marketing

  1. There is an in-depth study waiting to be written about the perpetual optimism of size fantasists to see gi-curiosity in their favorite creators. I’m not going to write it, because I just opened the Jameson.

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