The sun beaming down on the coast as you relax in the sand. Laying on your towel on this hot day, surprisingly you see a lot of space around you, the once packed beach emptied out leaving you alone on the sand in the sun hearing the water ride up and down the sand. You walk yourself up and head over to the shack nearer to the road, selling a variety of drinks or snacks, empty chairs and tables inside, the eager worker selling you a soda that you take back to your towel. Even though the whole area has emptied out, your want to just relax in the hot summer sun hasn't gone away. You lie on your towel bringing the paper cup to your mouth and taking a nice drink of your soda. After swallowing you sit up, clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth with the strange after taste left inside your mouth. You see inside your dark drink, one of the ice cubes has a strange green glow to it. You pour it out and try to spit whatever was mixed into your drink, but not much vomiting, nothing escapes your lips other than a few drops of spit that land in the sand.
After wiping your mouth from any of the remains clinging to your face you feel your stomach tighten, feeling as though you might've had a shockingly quick food poisoning reaction. You bend forward still clutching and feeling some slight rubbing under you, and you notice it's because your legs and feet are sliding along your own towel, as it expands out from you. Your stomach too pained to let you move off of the growing towel. Only when you fell over to see the cup you threw down earlier you could tell that the towel wasn't growing, and the growing cup soon overtaking your clearly shrinking form. Finally small enough that you're only twice the size of an ice cube, all of which have melted by the time your shrinking stopped in this hot sun. Now locked in a smaller state, alone on your towel, alone at the beach, you have little to no chance of being helped or even found. This sun only allowing you to last so long, but the stomach pain had subsided by now. You're able to pull yourself up and walk along across the furry towel, fibers highre to you than before but easily movable even for your small body. You head to the cup and hide inside, the shade of the container saving you from the bright heat of the sun. The cup having been iced keeps it nice and cool for you too. Helping you calm down a bit while still lost in the ocean of sand, next to an actual ocean.
It's then that you start hearing chatter, sounding like some girls have arrived. As it goes on, the chatter becomes louder, and much more hectic. Multiple tones of voices chattering, over each other and with each other. The closer they come the louder they get and you can only hear more and more girls. Must be a whole trip for a large group and hearing feet walking along the sand, you wait for some of the wild noise to calm down before readying to leave your cup and find someone to assist you. You would until the quakes and noise of crunching sand fall near you, and as a few walk past your cup you can see the back of heels of multiple girls going by. Some bending forward and laying out towels and opening umbrellas, girls sitting in the sand and some removing clothes to head in the water. It's not long you're staring from the show of all the very big curved girls when your container hideaway is lifted up, shaking you around and dropping you to the bottom of the cup, landing in a remainder of the soda, something you make sure not to drink and become microscopic.
"Ugh, why can't people pick up after themselves?" the voice you can hear, hoping if she's going to hold your cup that she would look inside of it "Seems like I have to be the one to clean it up." Your cup is shaken a bit as the walls close in from the giant clenching her fist around it. You shake around inside as she walks to what sounds like some sort of garbage. "KYAA!" your ride short lived as the cup plummets back to the ground and you're rolled near the front of the squished cave.
"We're at the beach Ikaruga!" a different voice screams out while the first voice leaves little struggling moans "C'mon rip it off or I will, we need to enjoy it not clean!" the back of the cup you were sitting in earlier. Making you immediately leave it to see a large foot standing on the cup and covering the rest of it with her wild steps, leaving you thankful for escaping. Looking up at the giants, you see a blonde grinning as she tries to remove the shirt off of another girl with long black hair who must've been the one who lifted you. Their chaotic movements leave their feet stepping madly and you having to move around the falling obstacles before hearing a rip and seeing two large pieces of fabric fall on either side of you. You look back up and see the black haired girl now in her bikini top after the blonde ripped her shirt clean off before peeling off her own and screaming out in excitement, dropping it in place. The big striped tee immediately covering you and the footsteps take off away from you as the girl running angrily yell at an apparent Katsuragi.
You leave the the warmth of the shirt that landed on you and finally have a calm to look around. The whole beach taken over with towels and girls doing all sorts of activities and talking around. In the moment of calm, you see around there's an intense game of volleyball by some competitive ggirls, girls are in the water going wild with their splashing you want to stay away from being lost in the water, some are walking around in pairs, and some are even sitting at the drink bar, probably the lazier ones. Either go out, or sit here and wait, you already have a shirt on you she might come back and you might be able to talk to her if she does, you're choosing to-
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