The Living Mountain (Patreon)

Krystal lies in a restful slumber. She's grown even larger. For some reason they're sending the troops in...

Flesh stretched for miles. It was only flesh in an abstract concept, looking instead like a vast smooth desert of pinkish sand, rising to hills in the distance. The hills were capped with lumpy pinnacles; towering outcrops of nipple. And this is where the platoon here headed. Orders were sketchy as to what to do when they got into position. You can’t very well hold and enemy’s body part against her. This seemed more ridiculous as they landed. Dropped onto land that is heated to 37 degrees Celsius from below, and by the sun in a cloudless sky from above. The air was hazy and from here on the upper side of her left nipple (Alpha Puppy) they could see the land extend to her collarbone and then a gap before her chin rose up like a mountain. To their 6 saw Alpha Puppy loom over them like a cliff. Dillard had been to Yellowstone and this felt very much like that. What’s more is that they rose and fell as she breathed. So they gained altitude and experienced extra Gs on the way up and felt weightless on the way down. It was nauseating. The air seemed to crack as the fighter jets screamed past them down the valley between Alpha and Beta Puppies. Thank God she was a skinny thing. But she hadn’t even been knocked out Dillard recalled, she was just resting; a post-pleasure siesta. The ground rumbled and the vibration washed through his very body. Now she was waking up.