THEM (SAMPLE)

Hi everyone!

I’m really excited to share some news with you. I finally finished my giantess splatterpunk novel, and it’s now available on Amazon in both English and Spanish. It’s a long one , 221 pages.

If you’re into giantess fiction mixed with splatterpunk, I think you’re going to enjoy this one.

You can get it here:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HBV32JSX

Here it is a sample full of giantess action:

After resting a few minutes on the wet sand, the group of astronauts got to their feet. The sun scorched their skin, sweat already sticking their clothes to their bodies. They began walking toward civilization, or what remained of it.

Soon they came upon a dense, tall field of grass that stretched like a green sea as far as the eye could see. It seemed strange to them. Everyone knew Cape Canaveral like the back of their hand. David had grown up there, Ray had lived in the area for decades, and none of them remembered an ecosystem like this nearby. The grass was as tall as scrub, almost like a dwarf forest, with thick stems and leaves that crunched under their boots. The air smelled of heated earth and fresh sap, but there was something strange in the silence: no birds, no insects, no wind moving the leaves.

Still, they decided to continue. They ignored the peculiarity of the situation and pressed on.

Before following his companions, David turned and looked at the spacecraft one last time. They floated in the water, small and distant, like abandoned metal toys in a puddle. A layer of distance made them seem unreal, as if they belonged to another time.

The group advanced through the dense green of the grass and vegetation. Until now they had not encountered any form of life, not even an ant. The heat was infernal: the sun beat on the nape of their necks, sweat ran down their backs and temples, and the air felt thick, almost chewable. Every step made the dry leaves crunch under their boots, a dry and solitary sound that vanished into the silence.

“I don’t remember a forest like this,” Ray said, stopping for a second to wipe his forehead with his sleeve. “And I’ve lived in this city for more than fifty years.”

“Me neither,” Ian added, looking around with a frown. “This isn’t normal.”

“Come on, guys,” Lisa said, trying to sound cheerful. “It can’t be much farther to some kind of road.”

A thunderous crash shook the ground. The earth trembled under their feet, a dull impact that made several of them lose their balance. David staggered, bracing himself on Ian. Then came a stronger aftershock, as if something immense had stepped far away. The astronauts looked at one another, eyes wide with pure bewilderment.

A light breath resonated in the air. A humid puff that moved the grass like wind. And the sensation of a powerful movement, something approaching: slow but heavy steps, each one making the earth vibrate like a distant heartbeat.

“Don’t panic!” Ray shouted, raising his hands. “Stay calm!”

“What the hell is happening?!” Elizabeth said, her voice breaking with terror, taking a step back.

The newly arrived from space were too tired and terrified to respond optimally. The threat materialized as it emerged from the tall grass: a spider, some kind of gigantic tarantula at least five meters in diameter. A monstrosity of eight black, hairy legs that moved like living scissors, multiple reflective eyes that shone like obsidian beads under the sun. The curved, sharp fangs dripped a viscous liquid that fell to the ground in drops that sizzled on contact with the earth. The bulbous abdomen swayed with every step, covered in bristling hairs that vibrated like sensitive antennae.

The group knew there was no possibility of fighting that creature. They did not even doubt what their eyes saw; later they would have to deal with the psychosis of the existence of a man-eating spider. Now the important thing was to survive.

“Run!” Ray shouted, his voice hoarse and broken by panic.

There was no need for him to say it. Instinct had already set them in motion.

They ran blindly through the tall grass, stems crunching and snapping under their boots. The suffocating, thick air filling their lungs like boiling steam. The ground trembled with every step of the spider: a deep, constant rhythm that rose through their legs and made their teeth vibrate. The sound of the legs was worse than anything: eight dry, heavy impacts, like metal posts falling on damp wood, each accompanied by a rough scrape of bristling hairs against the vegetation.

Ian ran at the front, gasping, arms pumping like pistons. Grimes stumbled behind, cursing under his breath every time a leaf cut his face. Elizabeth and Ronnie stayed close to Ray, who closed the rear shouting orders no one really heard.

David ran beside Lisa. She was right next to him, hair stuck to her face by sweat, eyes wide with pure terror.

Then it happened.

Lisa misstepped: a hidden mound of roots or loose earth gave way under her boot. Her foot sank, the ankle twisted with a dry, audible snap. She fell face-first with a muffled cry, hands clawing at the earth for support.

David stopped dead, spun on his heels.

“Lisa!”

But it was already too late. The spider stopped in front of her. David tried to help her, but in that moment something happened. Something much worse.

A far more powerful tremor shook the entire place, repeating again and again like the beat of a colossal heart. If the spider’s footsteps had been category-3 tremors, these new pulsations created category-10 earthquakes. The whole world moved and swayed. They were the steps of a being far larger, one that rose above the grass forest like a goddess descended from the sky.

Then a colossal shadow descended over them, blocking the sun completely.

The astronauts raised their eyes, and what they saw left them breathless.

It was a woman. A titan of unimaginable proportions, nearly two hundred meters tall. Her skin had the warm, golden tone of bronze under a Persian sun, gleaming with a fine layer of sweat that made her shine as if she had just emerged from an oil bath. The face was one of severe, ancient beauty: high, marked cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes of a deep black that seemed to absorb the light, full dark lips curved in an expression of almost divine boredom. Black, curly hair fell in wild cascades to the middle of her back, moving with every step like a living storm.

But what truly dominated her presence, what made the air itself denser and hotter, was her body.

She wore extremely high black heels that sank into the earth like giant nails, pink shorts so tight they seemed painted onto her skin, an open white jacket that hung loose over her shoulders, and a sexy black sports bra that barely managed to contain the explosion of flesh beneath it.

Her breasts were round, fat, and obscenely voluminous, two swollen masses that projected forward with an anatomical arrogance that defied physics. Each one weighed like a sack of wet, scorching sand, so heavy that the fabric of the bra stretched to its limit, leaving deep red furrows in the skin where the elastic bit. The volume was so extreme that they overflowed at the sides and over the top, creating a deep cleavage. Every breath made them rise and fall in a slow, heavy movement, softly colliding with each other in a dull, wet sound that was felt in the stomach before it was heard. The black bra clung to the skin and made the dark, hardened nipples visible, as if the fabric itself had surrendered to the weight and the heat radiating from them.

But her ass was another category of excess. A massive, colossal mass, almost grotesque in its exaggeration: two enormous globes of soft, dense flesh that projected backward as if they wanted to devour the horizon. Each buttock was larger than a war tank, round, heavy, and gelatinous, with a softness that promised to swallow anyone who dared to touch it forever. The curve was so extreme that the pink shorts had ridden up and stretched to the point of rupture, leaving most of the flesh exposed: glossy skin, deep folds where fat accumulated in soft, trembling layers, silvery stretch marks that shone like rivers of mercury under the sun. Every step made them sway with brutal inertia, bouncing and trembling in slow, heavy waves that generated an almost inaudible but visceral sound: a deep, wet slap of flesh against flesh, a tremor that made the ground and the air around her vibrate.

When she took the next step, the impact was as if the planet itself had shrunk under her heel. The stiletto sank several meters into the earth, and the shockwave raised a cloud of dust and uprooted grass. The spider disappeared under the heel, turned into a red, viscous stain that splattered the surroundings with viscera and blood.

The world froze for a few moments. None of the astronauts made the slightest movement. They were paralyzed by fear, by the sudden appearance of that gigantic goddess who had just materialized above them like a human-shaped cataclysm. Lisa was still lying on the ground, at the mercy of fate, and fate is usually cruel.

The eyes of the mastodonic woman dropped to the ground and fixed on the tiny Lisa Rivers. Then she smiled. A slow, cold, almost amused smile that did not reach her almond-shaped, dark eyes.

“Well, what do we have here?”

The giantess’s voice exploded like nearby thunder, shrill and deep at the same time, making the surroundings tremble and drilling into the ears of the small astronauts like sonic needles.

The titan of exuberant flesh bent down with an almost theatrical slowness. The movement made her colossal breasts sway forward, heavy and undulating, casting shadows that covered the entire group like storm clouds. She extended her right arm, a pillar of golden skin and soft muscle, toward Lisa. The doctor tried to run, first crawling and then standing with a muffled cry, but her injured ankle gave way again with a wet snap. She fell to her knees.

The two-hundred-meter goddess grabbed her by the arms with two fingers. The pressure was immediate and brutal: Lisa’s thin bones cracked under the casual force of those long red nails, the skin reddened instantly, and small drops of blood welled up where the fingertips dug in like living pincers. She lifted her into the air without effort, raising her until she was placed right in front of her oversized face. The giantess’s suffocating breath, a gust of expensive perfume mixed with saliva and body heat, struck Lisa like oven wind, making her eyes fill with tears from the sting.

“A little white bitch,” the giantess said, her voice so powerful and close that it vibrated in the doctor’s bones, nearly deafening her. Every syllable was a hammer that resonated in her skull.

Lisa kicked in the empty air, her arms suffering a pressure that threatened to break them. The skin of the giantess’s fingers was soft but relentless, hot as an iron, and the sweat from her palm stuck to Lisa’s clothes like a second sticky skin.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Lisa screamed, her voice broken and high. “I don’t know what’s happening!”

The giantess tilted her head slightly, studying her as one examines a curious insect. Her full lips curved into a wider smile, revealing white, almost perfect teeth.

“I could eat you right now,” the giantess said with emotion. “My ass is big, but it could be much bigger with a little extra fat.”

She grabbed one of her colossal buttocks with her left hand, sinking her fingers into the soft, dense flesh. The buttock deformed under the pressure, trembling in slow, heavy waves when she released it, as if the mass had a life of its own and wanted to return to its original shape with violence. The pink short had ridden up even more, leaving most of that impossible curve exposed.

“Let’s see how you taste,” she whispered.

With a casual, almost distracted movement, the giantess raised her left hand. The long red nail, sharp as a razor, descended in a precise and rapid slash. Lisa’s clothes split in two with a dry sound of torn fabric: the medical uniform, the undershirt, the pants, everything opened like wet paper. The remains fell to the ground in tatters, leaving Lisa completely naked, exposed and trembling in the heated air. Her pale skin contrasted with the golden hand that held her; her small breasts and nipples hardened by fear and the sudden cold stiffened instantly.

The giantess opened her mouth slowly. The full lips parted, revealing white, almost perfect teeth and a long pink tongue that emerged like a living snake. She first pressed it against Lisa’s waist and dragged it upward in a slow, deliberate movement, soaking the doctor’s entire body in a thick layer of warm, viscous saliva. The liquid was hot, almost scalding, with a salty smell that clung to the skin. Lisa felt the saliva burn the open wounds on her arms, filter through her pores, and fill her mouth when she tried to scream. The taste was salty, slightly acidic, and the tongue was rough, with papillae that scraped like soft sandpaper, leaving red marks on the pale skin.

Lisa trembled with humiliation and pain. The tongue traveled over her again, this time more slowly, pressing against her chest and face, covering her eyes and nose with a sticky layer that prevented her from breathing. The giantess’s suffocating breath enveloped her like an open oven, making her own sweat mix with the saliva into a fiery, repulsive broth that ran down her back, belly, breasts, and legs.

The giantess withdrew her tongue with a wet, clicking sound, leaving Lisa soaked and trembling, covered in thick drool that dripped to the ground in long, shiny threads.

The pain Lisa felt could only be compared to her absolute humiliation. Every beat of her heart was a hammer striking against compressed ribs; every breath was a sip of fire that barely managed to fill the crushed lungs. She did not even fully understand what was happening. Where had this giant woman come from? Why was she doing this to her? Why her? She was a brilliant thirty-four-year-old doctor with a great future ahead alongside her husband, Frank. Frank. What had become of him? Had he been a victim of this woman or of one of those man-eating spiders? And what if there were more giant women like this one? The idea terrified her, despite how little she could think through the pain that clouded her mind like red, warm fog.

The giantess tilted her head, studying her with those almond-shaped black eyes that seemed like bottomless wells.

“At least you’ll serve to entertain me a little,” she said with a slow, cruel smile. “I’m going to take you somewhere you’ll love.”

The hand holding her moved with deliberate slowness, bringing Lisa’s small naked body closer to her full, dark lips. She opened them slightly, releasing a suffocating, humid breath that enveloped the doctor like a cloud of perfumed, stifling steam. Then, with an almost tender and cruel slowness, she pressed her lips against Lisa’s entire body in a deep, possessive kiss.

The contact was overwhelming, intimate, devouring. The lips were soft but immense, warm like living pillows heated by the sun, and they closed around Lisa with a gentle but relentless suction that stole her breath in an instant. The flesh of the lips molded to the doctor’s naked body, wrapping her in a wet, warm curve that covered her from feet to breasts. The pressure was suffocating: the lips tightened, sucking with a rhythmic, slow force that squeezed the air from her lungs in a broken, desperate gasp. Lisa felt the mouth consume her without biting.

Lisa kicked, tried to scream, but the sound was lost inside the giant mouth. Her hands clawed uselessly at the soft surface of the lips, sinking into the flesh without leaving a mark. The kiss lasted only a few eternal seconds, but it was enough for Lisa to feel that part of her soul was being sucked out: the air escaped her, her lungs burned, sweat and saliva mixed into a hot broth that ran over her entire naked body, soaking her in a sweet, metallic smell that made her gag. When the giantess pulled away, a long, shiny thread of saliva hung between her lips and Lisa’s body, dripping to the ground like a viscous, broken bridge.

Lisa gasped, trembling violently, her body covered in a sticky film that cooled on contact with the air. The humiliation was worse than the pain: naked, drooled on, marked by that kiss that had consumed her without effort, as if her entire existence were nothing more than a passing whim in the mouth of that indifferent goddess.

The giantess licked her lips with a satisfied clicking sound.

The woman of divine size moved the arm that held the tiny naked doctor and carried it behind her back with an almost ceremonial slowness. Then, with her left hand, she pulled the upper part of her tight pink shorts a little. The fabric yielded with a dry, tense sound, stretching to the limit before lowering just enough to reveal the deep abyss between her buttocks.

Lisa opened her eyes in pure horror as she watched the fat, mastodonic ass of that woman open before her like a ravine into the abyss. It was a living crack, dark and wet, two masses of immense, trembling flesh that separated with an obscene slowness, exposing the most intimate and warm skin. The cleft was deep, almost infinite from Lisa’s perspective, with soft, shiny folds.

“No! Please!” Lisa begged as she moved and struggled with the little strength she had left. Her voice was a high, desperate thread, a sound that vanished into the warm, dense air surrounding her.

“The last time I measured my little ones they were sixty-seven inches,” the giantess said with an almost academic calm, as if commenting on the weather. “I hope it’s not too much for you.”

David and the others could do nothing but watch from the tall grass. They felt powerless, insignificant in the face of the cruel torture unfolding before them. They did not even fully understand the situation, but one thing was certain: they were defenseless against the threats this new world posed. David’s heart pounded hard in his chest, a drum of panic and powerless rage. Ian’s fists were clenched until the knuckles turned white. Grimes breathed in short, furious gasps. Elizabeth hugged herself, trembling. Ray watched with narrowed eyes, jaw tight, as if searching for a solution that did not exist.

Then it happened.

The giantess’s fingers opened with an almost lazy slowness. Lisa fell directly into the middle of the gigantic buttocks of that enormous woman.

The impact was soft but definitive. The flesh opened like a hot, wet abyss, enveloping Lisa’s naked body in immediate, stifling darkness. Two gelatinous, suffocating walls closed over her, soft, heavy mass that trapped her like living quicksand. The heat was scorching: heated, sweaty skin that stuck to every centimeter of her body, a dense, animal smell that filled her nose and mouth, salty sweat and an intimate sweetness that made her gag. She tried to move, but every effort only made her sink deeper: the flesh yielded and closed again, wrapping her in layers of crushing softness that compressed her lungs and crushed her ribs.

The giantess placed both hands on her infinite buttocks and began to play with them. She shook them, squeezed them, and jiggled them in every direction with a cruel, deliberate slowness. Every squeeze was an earthquake for Lisa: the glutes contracted and expanded, crushing her tiny body with a force that was not violent but indifferent and absolute. Bones cracked with dry, wet sounds. Ribs snapping like twigs, vertebrae bending at impossible angles, pelvis shattering under the weight. The flesh ground and pulverized her slowly, as if kneading her to incorporate her into its own mass. Blood flowed like boiling rivers from the open wounds, mixing with the sweat that streamed from the upper folds and dripped in thick streams down the cleft. Lisa screamed and cried, but the sounds drowned in the flesh: a choked gurgle, a broken gasp that was lost in the wet, burning darkness.

The final bones broke with a multiple, dull crunch. Her spine bent at an impossible angle, the pelvis shattered like broken porcelain, the internal organs burst in a warm, wet explosion that filtered through the flesh like red paste. The pain was white, blinding, and absolute.

When the cruel, gigantic huntress stopped feeling movement in the area of her ass, she inserted her hand with an almost unenthusiastic slowness between the colossal buttocks. Her fingers sank into the soft, hot flesh, exploring with indifference until they found what they were looking for. She pulled out the remains of a broken human wreck covered in blood, but that somehow still breathed. Lisa was no longer a person; she was a heap of broken things, a mash of bruised flesh, splintered bones, and exposed viscera that barely moved in weak, involuntary spasms. She could hardly be considered a human being in such a deplorable state: the torso sunken, the ribs opened like broken petals, blood pulsing in slow, thick streams from the internal wounds, the glassy, unfocused eyes staring into the void.

“Ugh,” the giantess said with disgust, holding the destroyed body between thumb and forefinger as one holds a dirty rag. “You don’t look very good. I don’t like toys that are so fragile.”

The colossal woman opened her hand and let the destroyed, massacred body of Lisa fall to the ground. What had once been a renowned astronaut and doctor now lay there as an almost unrecognizable mass of broken bones and blood. She did not even feel the fall; her nerves no longer allowed her to feel more pain. Only a distant buzzing in her head, a cold rising from her destroyed feet, and a darkness approaching with slow steps.

The shadow of the giantess’s left stiletto positioned itself just above what remained of Lisa. The heel was black, high, sharp as an inverted dagger, the sole marked with deep grooves and remains of earth and blood from previous victims.

“Bye,” the giantess said in a flat, almost playful voice.

The gigantic heel descended with force, as if crushing a cockroach. The impact made the earth tremble and spread blood across the surroundings in a bright red circle. The crunch was multiple and wet: final bones breaking, remaining organs bursting in a hot explosion of fluids, the spinal column pulverizing into a grayish paste that mixed with the earth. Blood erupted in jets that splattered the heel and nearby grass, leaving a thick, dark puddle that shone under the sun.

After the initial stomp, the cynical goddess moved her heel from side to side to make sure she reduced the tiny human being beneath her to shreds. The movement was slow, almost meticulous: the sole turned and pressed, grinding what little remained into a uniform paste of flesh, bone, and blood. A wet, repetitive sound was heard as the sole crushed and stirred the remains, leaving only a flat, reddish stain that spread like a fresh paint blot.

Seconds later she withdrew her foot. All that remained of Lisa Rivers was a bloodstain on the ground and a heap of human remains stuck to the sole of the heel of a woman who never should have had so much power. Fragments of white bone protruded from the sole, pieces of pink flesh and crushed viscera hung like wet rags, and a long thread of blood dripped to the ground as she walked.

The giantess smiled, a cold, satisfied smile. She turned around and left the place. Every step raised earthquakes that only David and his remaining companions could feel. She did not even look back. She simply kept walking, her buttocks bouncing and swaying with that heavy, carefree cadence, each step a personal earthquake that reminded the tiny observers that in this new world mercy did not exist.

It took David and the others minutes to process what had happened and leave their hiding places. With trembling legs and fear driven into their chests like cold iron, they walked toward the battered remains of the one who had once been their companion.

The silence was absolute, broken only by the crunch of grass under their boots. Almost nothing remained of the Lisa they had known. What was left was a grotesque mosaic. Fragments of broken bones mixed with pieces of flesh and viscera.

Elizabeth was the first to break. She took two unsteady steps, bent forward with her hands on her knees, and vomited violently. The sound was dry and painful: retches that ended in a bitter stream that splashed the grass and mixed with Lisa’s blood. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, trembling, eyes full of tears that did not fall.

No one knew what words to say to break the silence. There was no possible comfort. There was no prayer that could bring Lisa back. Only that stain on the ground remained, that trace of what had been a friend, a doctor, a person.

David looked away. He felt a knot in his throat that he could not swallow. Lisa had been the calm of the group, the one who always had a word of encouragement, the one who healed wounds with the same precision. Now all that remained of her was blood, bone, and silence.

“What the fuck is happening?!” Grimes shouted, his voice broken and high, trembling as if the ground were still vibrating under his feet.

“I don’t know,” Ray said, paralyzed, eyes fixed on the pool of blood spreading from where Lisa had been. The dark red shone under the sun, thick and sticky, with pieces of fabric and bone floating like the remains of a shipwreck.

“Lisa is dead!” Grimes shouted, on the verge of a nervous breakdown. His breathing was rapid and ragged, fists clenched until the veins stood out on his forearms.

“We know, Grimes!” Ronnie snapped, raising his voice to cut through the panic. “We saw it too! And we’re just as confused as you are!”

Lucy covered her mouth with her hand, tears sliding down her cheeks without control. Her voice came out as a broken whisper:

“Lisa didn’t deserve that…”

David closed his fist so tightly that he felt his nails dig into his palm. The helplessness burned in his chest like acid. He looked at the red trail in the grass, the unrecognizable fragments that had been his friend, and spoke in a low but firm voice:

“She died right in front of our eyes, and we couldn’t do anything…”

The artificial calm of the place broke all at once. First came a distant rumor: heavy footsteps that made the earth vibrate like dull, distant heartbeats. Then the disturbing movement of the tall grass, stems snapping with dry cracks, leaves shaken as if something invisible were pushing them. And finally, sounds similar to the roaring of beasts: a deep, guttural hum rising from the ground.

Maybe it was another of those man-eating spiders, or maybe something worse.

The answer appeared almost instantly. From a mound of shadowy, dark, and damp grass, three red ants emerged. Not of the usual size, but of the physical proportions of an adult human. Armored bodies of a bright, oily red, curved jaws sharp as rusty scissors, antennae that moved with a cold, mechanical precision. Each one measured nearly two meters long compared to the height of the astronauts.

Everyone yielded to their survival instinct. There was no time for words, only for running. Without knowing where, without a destination, only forward, without looking back. Boots struck the soft earth, sweat ran down their faces and backs, breath came in short, desperate gasps.

That was why none of them noticed that the ants were not chasing them.

Despite the fear and the horror of the situation, there was one word that would not leave David’s mind: Kate.

The name repeated like a dull heartbeat in his head, an anchor that kept him sane while he ran through the tall grass that reached his waist.

“I’m coming back. I promise.”