Water Fleas (4k 4 image set) (Patreon)

*Another 4 image sequence! This is part 1 and there will be at least another 4 images for this. As always, Mini Bosses will get the 2k version and Big and Mega Bosses the 4k version. I’ll get a couple of alt angles up for Mega Bosses in the next few days.

Part 1.

It’s difficult to describe the feeling, the sensations, the majesty of standing on another human being. In this case, the mid afternoon sun in a clear blue sky is baking down from above, and the landscape before us is a pale plane, covered in thin pale hairs that stood like tall grass, individually planted at regular intervals. Her body is wet, and the smell of the chlorinated water mixes with the salty sweatiness of the human body, and the chemical smell of sunscreen that always makes you think of holidays. At this scale water doesn’t appear to behave like it did before, and it forms into droplets the size of rocks or boulders that scatter across her skin, or flow into temporary streams and rivers. The sky is hot, the water from the pool is rapidly chilling in the warm breeze and her body is heating the water from below.The humidity and the scents it carries are almost over whelming as we climb off her fingernail and drop down onto her body. Her skin is soft and gives slightly.

Her voice thunders from far above us but we can feel the vibrations through her body even as we walk on her.

“Climb me. I want to see you up here.” She says. “Come up closer to my face, you’re too small to see down there.”

But she must see us. Her eyes are fixed on our tiny forms, and a smile plays across her lips. She is enjoying how minuscule we are, how huge she is compared to us. Megan turns towards me and takes my hand.

“Let’s go big boy, it’ll be worth the climb when we get up there.”

We walk, and run, and climb, up the vast expanse of her belly, before the ground rises as her torso lifts. As she breaths and shivers we rise up and down dozens of feet. I grasp the delicate hairs to keep my footing. We take care to avoid the drops of water that tumble down her body and would knock us off our feet. Climbing up the rising ground of centre of her chest, over her solar plexus, we pass under the strap of her bikini which is stretched over us like a suspension bridge over a valley.

“So small, so tiny…” She whispers, seemingly to herself, but she must know we hear her every word as it thunders in the air and resonates through her chest and into our bodies. We notice that her breathing is heavier. When I look up I see that she is watching us, grinning.