*A four image set! Mini Bosses get the 2k images a month before they hit DA, Itaku and Bluesky,, while Big Boss and Mega Boss tier subscribers get the 4k images. I’m sorry there are no extra images for Mega Boss members for this set right now. I wanted to show a couple of WIPs but I had to upload everything very quickly as I’m away on a short break, and these shots all take a longggg time to render because of all the water and wet effects. Part 2 (images 5-8) coming next week but I promise I’ll make it up to you as soon as I can after that with some extra shots of the Mega Bosses.
She was gawky. Her lanky frame pushed through the water awkwardly, fingers tucking a lock of wet blonde hair behind her ear. Her lower lip hung loose, and she looked slightly gormless, until she began to catch up, and it curled upwards into a soft sneer. The yacht could motor, but it simply couldn’t escape her. She was too big. As she got closer and closer the girls lost it. The guys lost it. Everyone was screaming, but there was nowhere to run.
A colossal hand gripped the hull of the Serenity, and the passengers and crew lurched forward as forward momentum stopped. There was another thud, and a screech as her other hand grabbed on, and the luxury vessel’s skin of steel buckled under the pressure of her fingers. Stomachs dropped as the super yacht was raised into the air like a pool toy. As it rose, it rocked, sending the hot tub water sloshing free, and thousands of dollars worth of champagne, cocktails, and canapés crashing and smashing on the deck. Models and hedge fund managers, heiresses and tech bros, tumbled and slipped as she lifted them upwards towards her grinning face.
Marcus and Imogen slipped. They couldn’t get a grip on anything, and as he hit the railing, Marcus knew he was going over. His back slammed into the side and he flipped, sailing outwards. He thumped once on wet skin, like firm mattress that smelt of salt and sunscreen, and then down. Hitting the water sent him through a churning mass of white water that was softer than the hard slap he was expecting, but still left his body in shock. As he rose back up to the surface in a torrent of water pouring from above, another splash as Imogen hit the sea next to him. As she came up she took a lungful of air and Marcus grabbed her, pulling her towards the only thing they could hold onto, the vast face of the gigantic girl’s bikini. They thrashed through the surf to reach the overhanging cliff where the gusset met the sea’s surface, and held onto the weave of the material. Any port in a storm.