Mature Giantess Novels & Stories

"You wench. How dare you mess up my plan? None of you will survive today!" The old woman suddenly transformed and grew enormous. The shadow she cast was that of a huge snake. Although she wasn't as big as Nina, she was more than 100 feet tall. The countless stray ghosts that were dressed up as ghost pawns charged toward Sebastian and the others. "My lord, hand that worm over to me!" Unus said. He laughed sardonically and looked up at the gigantic snake.

Just then do we hear the hurried steps of someone rushing down wooden steps and a shrill throaty voice calls out desperately, “Enough! Do not provoke the Guardian!” All sand giants freeze upon the command and I stroll out of their midst to the shrinking old woman with a wooden staff in hand. Greying frizzy hair sticking out the worn bonnet she wears atop her head, washed white night garment that conceals her small stature, and wrinkles that crease her skin, telling of the nine decades she’s lived.

Still, he was only slightly taller than Frey—so how could he be considered a giant? Besides, giants, whether male or female, tended to look rather rugged. The men had especially thick arms, powerful muscles, and tremendous strength. The women were notably well-built, with pronounced chests and hips—but not in the seductive way of the Aesir women. When looking at a giantess, I often felt, “It’s just there—you can’t not notice it.” I glanced at Lan again. His pale golden hair, almost silver in hue, his refined and handsome face, and his tall, slender figure that never felt exaggerated… none of it resembled a giant at all.

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.

No amount of light magic could sustain the great Ygdrasil. Gukasho, whose head was now fully attached to his neck, opened his fist-sized eyes. He dared not look at his master, but the ancient goblin could not help but gulp audibly. After all, his master was already using the name of the grand duchess—Lady Maleficent’s deceased mother.

answered a god in youthful but very ordinary appearance as if he wasn't a god at all. But when one looks to his eyes, a sense of majesty would be mirrored to one's own. "What are you waiting for? Let's handle this beast tide of divines," the ripe woman instructed the young man. Then the mature woman's body enlarged as big as those chaos divines. She wore body armor and holds a grandiose hammer wielding it with those hands.

"It began with a mysterious entity, known as the Destroyer, descending upon our world. Disguised as a young man, the Destroyer possessed unparalleled wisdom and charisma." The Destroyer's form materialized, its presence both captivating and enigmatic. Wren felt an intense fascination with the being, as if it held secrets she was determined to uncover. "For years, it shared its knowledge with us, teaching us about the celestial bodies, the secrets of nature, and the art of healing. Many of us were enthralled by the Destroyer's charm, and some even formed romantic relationships, giving birth to a new breed of beings: the Giants." The scene shifted, revealing the Giants - towering, majestic cre

Dimitri could tell that they had been having some fun by the look on Majesta’s face, a lot of fun. Majesta would have been as red as a lobster if she had fed. Dimitri cleared his throat and smiled at the two as they took their seats. “I know that you don’t need names, Magnusson, but Majesta does. Drago is the one with the long, gray hair. Don’t let it fool you, he is not that old. Genevieve is the slim blonde beside him, and Titus is the giant beside you.” Dimitri nodded to each of the elders in turn. They all nodded to Majesta as they were named.

The innocent maiden finds herself trapped in the clutches of the Titans—the giant race of Ashmir, known throughout the lands for their insatiable lust and boundless virility. She didn't encounter just one... but must now endure and serve the carnal desires of seven towering giants!

The ceiling fell in a rain of white dust and twisted metal. Standing above the ruins was a monster that had my daughter’s face. Elle wasn't a baby in a blanket anymore. She was thirty feet of shining silver armor, a giant made of liquid metal and rage. Her eyes were like two golden suns, burning so bright I had to look away. "Mother," the giant whispered. The sound wasn't a voice. It was a vibration that rattled my bones and made the glass in the room explode.