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Literature
The giantess growth short-stories of my OCs Part 3
"A Giantess Succubus in the City: Nymvienne's Seductive Adventure"
Nymvienne adjusted the delicate spaghetti strap of her dark blue latex dress, the material humming slightly under the sheer magnetic force of her presence. At six feet, seven inches—a formidable height even before factoring in the aggressive lift of her six-inch blue high heels, which brought her total stature to an imperious seven feet, one inch—she was already a jarring anomaly in the busy metropolitan landscape.
She stood in the heart of what the mortals called 'Midtown,' the air thick with exhaust fumes and the far more intoxicating scent of ambition and low-grade lust. Her blue demon horns, like polished obsidian pointing toward the graying sky, drew immediate, terrified glances, but her general aura—calm, charismatic, and utterly captivating—usually froze the humans in a state of fascinated paralysis.
“How quaint,” she murmured, her voice a low, melodic purr that nonetheless traveled easily over the din of
