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You jolt awake, your lungs dragging in a gasp of humid air. At first, nothing feels real—your body is heavy and light at the same time, the ground beneath you trembling like it’s alive. You stagger to your feet… only to realize the ground isn’t ground at all. It’s the seat of the raft, stretching out around you like a pale plastic desert.
Something’s wrong. Everything is wrong.
The handles that had been easy to grip now loom like curved metal pillars overhead. The smooth floor of the raft feels wide enough to run laps across. You’re standing in the very same spot you blacked out in, only now the raft is colossal.
Your pulse hammers as you turn, and that’s when the shadow falls across you.
She’s there. The lifeguard.
Except now, she isn’t just attractive—she’s titanic. Her bronzed legs rise like towers on either side of the raft, her calves tight and sleek above sandals the size of trucks. Her hips jut out over you, vast and commanding, every subtle shift of her weight creaking the raft beneath your feet. The curve of her ass, once eye-catching, now looms above like the face of a mountain.
You tilt your head back until your neck aches. Her torso seems to stretch endlessly upward, her ponytail swaying high in the sky, her chest casting massive shadows as she leans over the raft.
And then her eyes find you.
Those same dark eyes that rolled at you a minute ago sweep across the raft. Only this time, there’s no annoyance. Just confusion… and something else. Her gaze narrows, her expression flickering between disbelief and curiosity.
You freeze, heart pounding so hard it hurts. From her height, you’re not sure if she even recognizes what she’s seeing. To her, you might be no more than an ant on the plastic.
Her lips part, and the sound of her voice rumbles through your chest, deep and overwhelming:
“…the hell?”
The vibration nearly knocks you off your feet.
You stumble backward, realizing for the first time just how fragile you suddenly are. One wrong step from her, one careless motion, and you’d be nothing but a smear underfoot.
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