The moment seemed to crawl as you witnessed the gargantuan face of this swimmer rise in front of you. It could have been a mugshot of any swimmer athlete. Young, clean-shaven face. Black swimmer's cap. Blue-rimmed goggles. and then you see yourself in the goggles reflection, and it drives home that this handsome young man is an island about to fall on you. You try to scream in terror with what air you've still got, but you don't even get it out before he crashes down, completing his butterfly stroke and moving to do another.
It's terrifying to be overboard and adrift in a churning sea; it's considerably worse to be shoved underwater by a mass the size of a cruise liner and left to the churning of underwater tides. You bounce harshly against a turgid house-sized pectoral, across an ab bigger than you, into a firm, lithe, nylon-covered thigh, and barely miss being caught in the double-kick of two massive feet that would have certainly pulverized you, all within the span of a second, maybe shorter. You can't be sure, because instantly another swimmer appears, right behind the leader.
This one head dives under you just before he would have buried you like his predecessor. You slide off his swimmer's cap as he rises and are sent slipping down his back. You instinctively scramble for purchase somewhere on his latissimus dorsi, but find nothing- his back is as toned as it is hairless- before bouncing off his squishy right glute and free-falling back into the pool, just barely avoiding the churning kick of his legs. The swimmer behind him barely misses you as he slices into the water with impossibly long, agile arms, fingers digging into the water with the speed and shape of rockets. His stroke sends you tumbling through the deluge and with that you lose any orientation you had.
Currents buffet your chest and limbs. Water fills your nose repeatedly. You try vainly to paddle in a direction anywhere, but it's hopeless- the backdraft of these titans is too strong and you can't even tell up from down anymore. In one instant, the water you're swimming through is suddenly empty air, and you try to gasp to refill your lungs, but then the next instant everything is suddenly liquid again. Blue water. White bubbles. Nylon again. More churning surf. Another giant's limb crashes down. Leg or arm? Has it been seconds? Minutes? You don't know anymore. You can't last like this.
Oxygen. You need oxygen. Your burning lungs begin to make your eyesight blur. Another titanic head passes you by, tossing you around in his wake. You watch as another oil tanker-sized torso carries him by. You don't even register. You can't even call out to him.
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