Climbing Nikki's Nipple (2k)

This seven image series is a collaboration with Goddess Nikki (@nikkiscutefeet on Twitter). We have plans for more in the future! This series will be available as a download in 2k for Mini Bosses, with Big and Mega Bosses receiving the 4k files for these images. All seven 2k images will go public in four weeks but this story will remain exclusive for subscribers.

You may need to zoom in a pretty long way to see the tiny speck of a man in some of these images.

At this size her body was overwhelming. Her aroma was everywhere, filling my lungs and seeming to enter my brain. It was intoxicating but indescribable; sweaty but fresh, fragrant, bitter, sweet, but mostly just human. Mostly just her. Another thing was the heat. Under my feet the body heat of a human the size of a range of hills gives off an enormous amount of energy. The humidity is so high and the air is the same temperature as your own body, which makes you even hotter, which makes you sweat. It makes moving around draining.

I was gazing up dumbfounded at the mountainous nipple in front of me. Well, it was probably more like a hill, hundreds of feet high, and with steep sides, approaching vertical at points. The air shook around me and the wave of sound almost knocked me from my feet. I knew that she was talking to me, she wanted me to climb. It was going to be a scramble. It was going to take some time. I thought I had better start now.

It was easy enough to find handholds and footholds and the route was quite simple, it was just a long way up. At times I looked down between my legs as the petrifying drop to her areola far below, or over my shoulder at the pale landscape of her body as it faded into the distance. There was a room beyond, but that was like looking down into a valley from the top of a mountain, too far away to even consider relevant. The mountain rocked as she breathed, her slightest movements sending me swaying up and down, right and left, like being on a tiny boat on a huge and stormy ocean.

I climbed for what seemed like forever before I reached the plateau. There were still slopes and valleys to cross, keeping clear of her pores and milk ducts, before I reached a true summit, where I could see her beautiful face beaming down at me, pleased and mischievous. Somehow I felt that she could see me, and a rumble escaped from her lips, that I somehow felt it through my whole body as the sound of her voice travelled through my feet from her chest. Something like a coo or a purr. Glancing back over my shoulder I saw her hand between her legs, working gently away. Another rumble escaped her lips. I wondered if she could feel me?