Giantess Jolene Novels & Stories

She asked. "Yes… .and.. " she started crying, "I need your help." "Oh,… what can a goddess like I, do for you?" She asked. Jolene was under house arrest because of what happened in the boutique. Her family managed to remove her from her cell and placed her under house arrest. "That slut named Gem, she bewitched him, now I'm back he’s pushing me away. I heard Gem sold her body to him. She’s having sex with him and this is making him not want to see me…..he even said he’ll break our engagement."

“You're sure you aren't gay? I mean, I will support you either way.” He winks at her. “Years of teaching girls how I like and want it has done me wonders.” Janelle rolls her eyes as she finishes her makeup. “This is exactly why I call you a whore.” I turn to see her straighten herself from her seat. Janelle's blonde hair cascades in soft waves, framing her face elegantly. Her eyes, a mesmerizing blend of black and brown, hold a captivating gaze that draws you in. Her lips painted a deep and bold red, exuding confidence and allure.

Not rushing to get home, not angering her husband, not trying to draw any attention to herself, hoping that no guy paid her any attention. Four times now, Neo had given her new outfits and had her train in them. There had been the dress, a pencil skirt and shirt, capri pants and a sweater and yesterday it was a pair of jeans and T-shirt. The T-shirt was from the next tour of a heavy metal rock band that they both liked. When they had gone back to his apartment, she was still not allowed to use a knife on her pork loin. At the end of the meal, they cleaned the kitchen together and then Neo handed Jolene a large white envelope.

The sound of heels clinking on the sidewalk kept Cara’s mouth closed. “Ladies!” A younger woman walked in. “I’m so sorry I haven’t got to really talk to you.” She walked right up to me. She looked a little older than I did, but muscular as hell. Still, she was beautiful, with long straight blonde hair and perfect makeup. Her skirt swayed around her and the blazer made her look so professional. If it wasn’t for the chunky jewelry, I would have missed the tattoo around her neck. “My name is Jolene!” She held out her hand to me.

After informing Cedrick of the room number, Catelyn, Joanne, and Jolene chatted with each other. Jolene and Joanne loved comics. Jolene was even a famous online comic artist, so the two of them got along very well. At that moment only Catelyn found out that Jolene was an adult comic artist! Jolene did not feel awkward one bit. She immediately shared her social media page with them. Catelyn looked, and she was bewildered. It was not only adult content. The crucial thing was that she also drew homoerotic comics with assorted characters.

She giggled to herself as she stepped into the elevator. It was so easy to bring those two pests down. They never saw it coming. And to think, they used to ogle at William — those women and their filthy eyes. The thought of them flaunting how William had fucked them on the office desk made her blood boil. She stepped out of the elevator and headed straight to William Silverman’s office. It was dark when she opened the door. Good, she thought. William’s not here yet. Jolene sprinted to the bookshelf, unzipped her bag, and placed the bronze bust back in position.

“I am overjoyed that you accepted my invitation!” Jólena looked as divine today as she had the last time I saw her. Her wild, fiery orange hair curled wildly around her, moving as if it calculated every motion she might make. Her long, slender body was draped in fabric, a soft lavender that circled her chest and was gathered into a ring at the center. From that ring, two cords of the same color rose to tie around her neck. The skirt flowed from the ring, loose and elegant. She looked like a goddess, stunning and formidable. Her green eyes shone brightly, intensified by the matching green eyeshadow that framed them, making her gaze impossible to look away from.

Jade stated, her tone of voice sounded like she was getting at something else. “Neither does getting rejected.” Jillian snapped, giving Jade a fierce look. “Drop it Jade, not now. Look Jordyn.” Jordyn glanced in the mirror. Her dress was white with a slight purple shimmer. It looked like two pieces of material barely wrapped her breasts, forming an x across her chest. Her stomach was bare and the x attached to a floor length skirt at the top of her hip bones. “You look like a goddess.” Myra stated, clapping her hands excitedly, quickly returning to help Jillian finish pinning her hair up in an elegant yet still kind of messy and curly bun.

Jasper stood beside her in a flashy green suit—his usual tacky style making him look even more ostentatious. “Mr. Hale and Miss Carrington truly are a perfect match,” the guests praised. “I heard Miss Carrington is a medical genius who invented a new drug causing a huge stir!” “With that, she’s truly the perfect white-collar beauty!” Enjoying the compliments, Mireille held her head high, a proud and elegant smile on her flawless face. In truth, her “new drug” hadn’t passed official trials yet; she had just stirred up some media hype. But Mireille had no intention of exposing the lie herself.

“Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to watch your best friend collapse in front of you?” Valerie swallowed hard. “Juls… I’m sorry.” Julia shook her head, already pulling a chair closer and sitting down. “Don’t apologize. Just—” Her voice faltered. “Just tell me you’re okay.” Valerie hesitated. “I’m… alive,” she said quietly. Julia studied her face, the hollowness beneath her eyes, the way her fingers trembled even while resting. Then her gaze drifted—to Valerie’s IV, the chart at the foot of the bed, the tight way Valerie kept her other hand near her stomach.