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Milo had known that the beach would be busy that day. That was why he'd set his alarm for before daybreak, just to get there early. Walking down to the beach, basket under one hand and umbrella in the other, he felt the cool air just beginning to warm. The dew on the grass shone in the rising light when, as if retreating from the whisper of day, the mist of the early morning seemed to slink away in the face of the rising sun.
A holiday here at Eladie Resort was just what he'd needed.
He grinned against the heat as it kissed his cheeks, as the first rays broke over the horizon. His feet, now bare of shoes, dug into the sand just as it began to warm. Milo had his destination in mind, however. There was a lovely spot he'd had in mind on the small beach cove, and had been dying to have it to himself since he'd seen it the day he arrived.
However, he hadn't had the chance to use it.
Every time he'd been to the beach, indeed every time he'd been brave enough to venture even near that part of the beach, the spot had been... occupied. She was always there, tanning, relaxing... naked... and utterly intimidating. He'd never seen a woman like her before. Even from a distance, she was... huge. He couldn't help but stare, but had never had the courage to stick around very long.
Any time he'd thought about getting closer, he could always have sworn that, somehow, it felt like she was watching him...
Not today, though. Today he was determined to get there first. That spot would be his. If she showed up... well... maybe she wouldn't.
Milo was emboldened when he saw the beach entirely empty. Someone had been running along the path on the way here, an early morning jogger, but apart from that he hadn't seen a soul. Now he was closing on the spot he'd wanted, where the shade of a few trees kept out the worst of the wind and sun.
Although the sand was warming, the light of the sun had only just begun to crest, and the sky was still a brilliant orange by contrast. Fighting the urge to try to reach down and protect his sensitive skin, he pushed on through, until at last he was there...
Only to be faced with the sight of a parasol and towels. The same dark blue as always, the material stood out against the bright sand all the more as a result.
Dejected, he gasped in frustration. How? How could she already be here? He dropped his basket and fished his phone from his pocket: 4:54AM.
He scanned the horizon, looked back down the sands, but couldn't see anyone. Had they left their things here overnight? Maybe that's how they kept the spot. They just left them here and never took them home... Surely not, he reasoned. Their things would get soaked if it rained; but then how had they gotten there so early?
This was the first time Milo had seen the spot unoccupied, though -- towel and parasol aside. He ventured a little closer, and realised he had never actually been this close to her- this end of the beach.
As he got closer, he began to feel light headed as the scale of things stopped matching up. It felt like he'd started shrinking with every step he took. Her towel was... massive! It would easily have covered a king-sized mattress, and the parasol was practically the size of a garden marquee.
The closer he got, the smaller he felt. Whenever he had seen the woman who laid here, sunning herself naked every day, she had seemed... well, quite well-to-do at the very least. Then again, he had never really gotten that close. Even at a distance, though, she had been so... large.
Milo took a deep breath and resigned himself. Dropping his basket by the towel, he felt a flutter of bravery in his chest. He wasn't going to give up now. This beach didn't belong to her. She didn't own this resort. Besides, maybe she really had just left it here, and wouldn't be back.
Or maybe she would.
The thought felt like a block of ice dropping in his stomach. Still, he had made his choice. Slightly giddy with how nervous he was, he delicately removed his shoes so as not to get sand on the massive dark blue towel, and sat. Feeling like a child who had entered a room they weren't allowed into, not least because of the size difference, he began to unpack his things.
Setting up his cooler and basket at the towel's edge in the sand, he realised that if he lay in the middle of the towel they were now so far away he couldn't reach them. He also noticed now he was sat upon her towel that there was a deep craterous depression in the sand underneath it that had been hard to see before.
He felt it out, and soon blushed at his realisation. Her sheer mass... lying here and sunning herself for days... she had created an impression of her body in the sand itself. He had in fact been sitting in the swell of her stomach... and his hands were in two deep furrows above it that must have been made by her... and her two massive...
Blushing deep red, Milo tried to focus himself. He realised only now that he was sitting around where her belly button would be as she lay here, and as a result sat about eighteen inches deeper in the sand than at the edges of the towel. However he refused to be intimidated by just... a body imprint. Swallowing, he steeled himself. With a quick flick of his practically antique MP3 player, he heard music in his ears, and smiled in triumph. He'd done it. The spot was his.
He shimmied over to the edge of the crater and, rummaging around in his cooler, pulled out a perspiring bottle, relishing the way the cold, wet glass felt so slick in his warm hand. Milo knocked it open on the cooler lid and lay back, enjoying the sunshine, sipping his beer. Crushing his head back into the pillow he had brought, he smiled. This was the holiday he'd been hoping for. Now, he was going to get exactly what he deserved...
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The sun beat down unceasingly upon the bronzing bods displayed and prostrated along the golden sands. The beach was, as it was every sunny summer day, attracting those in search of a relaxing spot. Milo, at last, had found his. Far from the prying eyes of beach goers, hidden behind a sand bank, and indeed far enough away he could barely hear anyone else, he was truly in paradise. His skin sung as the sun's rays sent waves of heat shimmering off the water's edge, and he winced his eyes joyously in the heat, sunglasses blocking out the worst of the brightness.
Hours passed and he slowly melted into the towel. He hadn't been willing to admit to himself until now but... it smelled delightful. Sweet, almost saccharine, as if fresh out of the laundry, but also... tinged with a deeper scent. He felt himself sweat a little nervously as he realised, at length, what it was. The scent of hours and hours of being sunken beneath-
As coolness slowly spread across his body, his shuttered eyes twitched in confusion behind his shades. Only when he relaxed them did the lack of piercing sunlight become apparent. Had the parasol shifted in the wind?
No... a mountainous figure stood, dripping from head to toe, and was casting a long, wide shadow that dwarfed him.
"Hm-hm." She cleared her throat as, hands on hips, she stared down at him.
Gold rimmed square sunglasses framed a golden bronzed face, and shoulder-length deep purple hair billowed down over wide shoulders... very wide. Although, even cocked at an angle, her arms were barely visible behind her massive-
