In my novel Sexing the Cherry (1989) I invented a character called the Dog Woman; a giantess who lives on the River Thames.
Opposite me they are exhibiting a giantess, in a satin gown which she raises to show her legs.
Yet he would be a bold man who would administer emetics to the giantess.
A giantess of alarming dimensions, beaming with maternal ecstasy!
She was very tall indeed, six feet, but she looked like a giantess.
The second line parted and down fell the trap with a heavy thud, just as the giantess reached it.
"Well, I'll come back again," said the giantess, and she went away.
As the giantess sprang upon the little group of guards, a volley of arrows and spears flew into her face.
A giantess who sat in a dark cave had laughed them to scorn.
A dauntless eagle sat upon the height of the giantess' Rock, and began to strike his harp.