Giantess Teenager Novels & Stories

Madison said to her sisters. “Then let’s get them out of our way,” June said as she conjured huge gust of wind to knock the minions away from them. But the savage creatures clawed their way into the ground and continued their assaults on the teenage girls. “If anybody has any cool powers that they just discovered come on now would be the time to use them,” April G leaped in and clapped her hands, sending a massive shockwave that infected the demons and forced them to rapidly age in mere seconds.

Shoot me in the foot right fuckin’ now. Giana, or Gia as we all called her, was an energy ball, all the things you can expect of a 17-year-old. Beautiful, loud, honey-tongued, with an unwavering mischievous look on her face as if she was constantly plotting the end of the world. Her curly shoulder-length hair made her look like something from a magazine, some runway model. She was lean, a beautiful face... a literal wet dream on two legs. As soon as I stepped on the final step, people swarmed up like cats called by a cat-nip, infesting my personal space. An itch to growl at them was almost dizzying, but I reminded myself to calm the fuck down.

"Where you headed, hot stuff?" I turn around. A teenage girl, around 18 or 19, stands with her hands on her hips. She's dressed like a prostitute: her strapless top is too tiny for her big tits, her skirt barely hides her panties, and out of it, a pair of magnificent legs spill out. Her midriff is exposed with the top acting more like a bra than an actual piece of outerwear. My gaze lingers on her sweaty, pale skin. Her cleavage shines, damp. Her nipples poking through.

Everyone laughs as she starts walking toward me in anger. "You're going to pay for that." Cressida swirls her hands around and creates a giant ball of silver with spikes sticking out of it. She holds it up to throw when suddenly the ground starts to shake. I look around and can't believe what I'm seeing. Davina has made herself a giant. She's at least twenty feet tall.

A soft female voice speaks inside the house. Female? The door was peeled open to reveal a young girl in a pink crop top, pink skirt, pink scarf, and had a pink headset. Oh… I get it she's obsessed with pink. She was pretty with large blue eyes, a straight nose, long slender legs, and a slim body build with her pert boobs. She looked like a normal teenager. She had me wishing to be her age before that… never mind. How and why will Kessler have a teenager in his home?

Chapter 1 Borrowed *** POV: Lia Salvador Five years later… “One caramel macchiato for Nerissa!” I loudly announced as I gave the teenager a soft smile. She says her thanks before she walks away. I continue my job as I arrange the coffee beans. I had never experienced such contentment and happiness in this kind of work. “We’re almost done for today!” Cali smilingly commented. I smiled at her widely while I adjusted my thick and dark rimmed eyeglasses.

she mused and walked towards us, her hips bouncing every step of the way. Giselle was born the same year as when the war had ended. Ten years ago. Yet as children of immortals, we aged at twice the age of our peers. Our bodies and minds worked much faster than most. Thus we stopped aging at the human age of ten. Giselle had her 10th birthday just last month. Leaving her matured and breath taking as a twenty year old looking woman. "What can I say? I'm in such a great mood today," I replied and Luciana giggled.

She had a reputation for her exceptional skills in cracking safes and her ability to vanish without a trace. On the other hand, the second girl, named Emma, was shorter and had a more petite frame. She had fiery red hair that fell in loose curls around her face. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with a mix of intelligence and a touch of danger. She had a mysterious air about her, as if she held secrets that she would never reveal. She had a reputation for being a skilled hacker and had been involved in various cybercrimes. Her ability to manipulate technology and exploit security systems made her a formidable adversary.

Jett abruptly halted at the sight of the most powerful witch, an immortal Stefan called her but Jett saw a normal teenage girl with curly bronze hair and a pair of glistening blue eyes. "This is Juna?" Jett didn't mean to be impertinent but he did and he didn't regret it as he pointed at the teenage girl, eyes instantly flickering back to Stefan. "This is just a girl, we are in a crucial moment, we don't have time to play around," "Calm down will you, little one!" The girl spoke and Jett's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Did you just call me a little one?" He grilled in a baffled tone.

I rounded a corner and skidded to a halt. A teenage girl huddled against the wall, her hands over her ears, her body shaking with sobs. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, dressed in a pretty blue dress that was now stained with something dark and wet. Not blood. Sauce, maybe. She'd been caught in the chaos, knocked down, abandoned by whoever had brought her here. Her eyes met mine, wide and terrified. She looked so small, so young. Just a child. I ran to her, grabbing her arm. "Come on," I said, pulling her to her feet. "Come on, we have to go."