Giantess Stories Novels & Stories

"Whoever planned this whole thing did an excellent job." "I tell you, I cannot wait for the next event!" "Next is the employee recognition event, right?" "To collect an award from and stand close to Miss Gabrielle is to die for! I worked hard just to get the chance to take a picture with her." "I wonder who she got her genes from. I hear her grandparents, the original founders, were really good-looking." "Too bad she has no one left now..." their voices had now faded away, indicating that they had left the toilet and Alice was about ready to exit her cubicle, happy with Rose's decision and satisfied with the compliments they had gotten when she was suddenly halted by a voice saying:

“It’s fine, he is just too enthusiastic sometimes.” Exhausted, she collapsed on the windowsill, bracing her knees. I sat beside her. “Well, I guess you did as I told.” Jo nodded, still inspecting us from head to toe. Now that she was able to differentiate every detail it must be quite a sight. “Good, now then we can talk about your future.” the affirmation made her shrink. “It’s useless to say that you’re not in the human world anymore. Um- well-” fuck we should’ve waited for Rosalind. “Look, I don’t know how to say it easier for you to take, so- from what we know you made a contract with a fairy, a gnome to be exact, in exchange for a wish. Jade killed the gnome and rescued you and many oth

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

Bodies were glistening with sweat, breathing heavily. Then suddenly rough hands….calloused and strong, grabbed my ankles and wrenched them upward and back until my knees were slammed against my own shoulders. My spine arched painfully….my ass was lifted completely off the ottoman. I was folded in half like a broken doll, legs pinned tight behind my ears by two strong grips. My pussy and asshole were tilted skyward, completely helpless, dripping and gaping from everything that had already happened. Every inch of me was exposed, stretched, obscene. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.

She had struggled there for five years. She checked into a cheap motel and started submitting job applications online. Every single one was rejected. Some people even mocked her directly. “Why not just stay as Mr. Xanders’ mistress? Why do you have to go out looking for a job?” Layla even publicly attacked my mother online. She called my mother a homewrecker and accused her of taking one million dollars from my father. Netizens followed and insulted her with vicious comments. My mother fired back defiantly. She attached chat logs with my father in her post to prove that she was not the other woman.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "Are you surprised?” I gulp, resting my gaze to land on her thick hard cock. It's so... big. "Lessy," She drawls, her voice pulling me from my open gawking to look up at her.

“Drugo Hawthorne. Remember it only if you must.” The name struck something familiar. She had heard it whispered among the other employees—stories about the man who owned half the companies in the city. Cold. Impossibly rich. Untouchable. And here he was, close enough that she could see the flecks of gray in his eyes. “Do you always speak this way to janitors, Sir?” she asked softly. That made him pause. “You’re braver than you look.” “I’m just tired,” she said. “People don’t scare me anymore.”

"Does this feel like a dream?" ​Elenor felt the warmth beneath the skin that was usually cold. The gentle heartbeat was incredibly grounding. "No. It’s too real to be a dream." ​"Then stop being afraid," Killian whispered, kissing her forehead. "I’ve prepared for everything. I won’t let you go again." ​"Do you know? A Saintess cannot die unless she desires it with her whole heart. That is why I kept coming back, even after trying to end it so many times."

“But the problem lies in the fact that she’s a true blue native from St. Manuel. She has never left this place before. “Kassandra didn’t immediately reply to me as she played harmonica for a few more minutes. She later told me that he misses the origins of the giant bloodline, the Giant King’s Palace mentioned in myths. “She told me that she and her clan of Rwerd often dream of tall mountains that are used as giant city walls. It’s a palace forever bathed in twilight’s glow, with tall towers and other kinds of buildings. It resembles the Great Palace, but it’s even more fascinating, epic, and miraculous.

It wasn't a knight. It was a **Giant**. A massive, translucent being made of a billion lines of code. It had no face, only a single, glowing eye that looked like a camera lens. "The **Executive**," the woman in the suit whispered, her face turning white. "The personification of the Aethel-Group’s greed. It’s the 'System Admin' of the Recycle Bin." The Giant reached out a hand—a hand that was the size of a city block. As its fingers brushed against a skyscraper, the building didn't fall. It **Simplified**.