Luna

She had traveled to the surface, many times, when she was younger.  She and her friends had always enjoyed the growing, and swelling as the pressure fell away, tormenting passing sailors with their exagerated figures before returning to the deep.  She had given up things like that, playing childish games, and tried to live as proper woman, the pressures of the deep seeping into her very flesh.

But now it was gone.  The foe of long ago returned and her home was no more.  Fleeing upward, she could feel her full womanly form begin to stretch and swell.  As slow as she dared, she continued to climb.  Higher and higher, and bigger and bigger, she neared what she prayed was safety. 

At last, breaking the surface in the shallows off shore, her long unused lungs drew breath, heaving aloft breasts so vast she could barely reach around them.  Clouds covered the sky as she slowly neared shore, spotting a human port she might slip into to hide.

The waters of the harbor were foul, and she gaged on the slime that coated her gills.  Hiding under a dock, she gasped, working her lungs as she tried to recall the spell to give herself legs.  Turning and resting against a piling, she looked up as the clouds parted.

She had never seen the moon before.  She could feel it's pull, deep in her bones, as could any creature of the sea.  But to gaze upon it... she had never dared.

Now it shone full on her, and her problems and worries seemed to fall away in it's glow and the titanic pull that seemed to pass through her entire being.  The dull ache of pressure in her breasts that foretold more swelling to come was of no consequence.  The moon called her name, and lags formed.  Standing, her vast curves swollen unto bursting with the ocean within, she answered her Goddess.




This one had a little story with it.  I didn't want to do an underwater shot, and a Mermaid on the surface looks like a woman from the waist up, so I did what I could adding gills and her webbed hands.