Relax

There's not much point in trying to stir up a ruckus. Beaches are pvp-disabled areas, you feel; especially nude beaches. You've got the hot bod of your dreams - time to flaunt it!

Your eye-catching visage attracts glances. Unrealistic amounts of muscle definition coupled with sleek, athletic build, hourglass curves and gargantuan, rotund, boyant breasts give your presence an outright divine aura. Giddy with excitement, you mutter:

Sophie: "(Gawd I can't believe it... I'm dripping with sweet, saccharine eye candy! Gotta try and keep it cool. Can't be exuding loser energy now.)"

You find an unoccupied beach chair in a cozy spot near the shoreline, where the undulating static of the ocean could calm the most tiresome of minds. Trying to lie down onto it, you shatter the hard plastic chair into a million pieces as your several tons of weight crash down onto it.

Sophie: "Meh. Better just lie on the ground."

Upon impact with the hot brazen sand, your sculpted rear makes a mighty 'thud'. Grains of sand get caught between your muscles, becoming pulverized to dust finer than fine. You intend to take a snooze, but before you've even properly settled down, a young guy tries flirting with you.

Score!

Dan: "Uh, hi there! I'm Dan. Are you new here?"

Now wishing you'd brought sunglasses to give Dan a sexy stare from over the frames, your piercing, confident stare has at least the same effect on him. You stretch slightly, the grains of sand audibly gnashing between your indestrucible flesh walls. You indulge him with a smug smile:

Sophie: "Yep, just flew down here to the realm of mortals."

Only now you get a proper look at Dan. He's a gawddamn hunk, though has nowhere near the muscle definition as you do. Short, stylized blond with just a few tufts of manly hair on his chest, arms and legs. Dan's cock hangs proudly almost to his knees even while flaccid. You sure hope that you'll eventually learn to properly limit and/or control your strength, because riding that snaking protrusion just became your foremost goal of the day.

Dan: "Haha, hey you're alright! Can I... buy you an ice cream? Or something?"

You deliberately contemplate for a few seconds, despite wanting to just blurt out an uncompromising 'yes'. Gotta feign some tact and subtlety with this new body. At least until you get to know him better - then you can tell him all about obscure 80's cartoons and Pokémon.

Sophie: "Ummm... Sure thing. Name's Sophie, by the way."

Dan is just about to respond, when the earth rumbles and the ocean ripples, noticeably despite the moderate wind. The entire nude beach turns their attention towards the ocean.

At first you believe it's an earthquake. Big deal - you've crashed through a vat of molten steel at 400mph, there's nothing that can hurt you.

Dan: "Hey, c'mon, we gotta get outta here! There might be a tsunami heading this way."

Sophie: "Hold... up."

At first it looks like a volcano rising from the ocean and forming an island. But it moves far too quickly for that. Something is rearing its head in the distance. Some kind of a giant green lobster maybe, except with tentacles.

The creature rises continually for at least a minute - it must be at least two thousand feet tall. As it roars, the winds pick up speed and black stormclouds form all along the shoreline.

Dan: "What are you stalling for!? Let's run before that thing eats us all!"

Sophie: "That lil' ol' thing? Pheh. I'll handle it, if you'e too big of a baby for it."

Jumping onto your feet and wiping the sand from your backside, you nonchalantly inspect the maritime monstrosity, which has started to advance towards you at an alarming speed. Before leaping into action, you remember to properly stretch - don't want any cramps or the such.

Dan looks maddened with fear, seeing you casually make toe touches and scissor jumps as a mountainous eldritch horror lunges towards you at breakneck speeds. Dan isn't about to stay behind and watch what you've got in mind; he makes a run for it. You flashstep him, letting him hit into your abs like the steel wall that they rival. You pull up a nearby beach chair and stick Dan's limp, confused body onto it.

Sophie: "Alright alright, no need to get antsy. Just keep your beautiful butt stationed right here and I'll be back in a jiffy."

With the monster half a mile from the shore, you take a few running steps and make a single bound, near-instantly colliding with the monster like an oversized lead-filled bullet train. The monster's carapache stomach cracks like thunder, and its body is thrown back a good ten miles. It screams in agony and disbelief - this creature was under the impression that it was invulnerable.

You and the monster land with a tidal wave-causing splash onto open sea, your fist still imbedded in the five foot thick black shell. Before the gargantuan creature can launch a counter-attack, you run over to stand on its neck and bitch-slap its slimy head clean off. Your foe is dead in an instant.

A refreshing sea wing blowing back your hair, you relish in total and utter victory while looking atrociously cool. As you strike some kind of a fake heroic pose, your muscles groan in delight, pulling your already indestructible skin noticeably taut.

No point in wasting this fantastic pose on some seagulls, you think, and spring back into the warm ocean water with a backwards somersault. You swim back ashore in a matter of seconds, effortlessly breaching through the dozens of large waves caused by that behemothic being. Dan is still there, soaking wet, mouth gaping in awestruck bafflement.

You very carefully tap him on the shoulder, waking him from this catatonia.

Sophie: "Now how about those ice creams, hotshot?"

Dan: "Uhh... sure!"

Stars go off in Dan's eyes. He's unsure of what exactly just happened or whether it was real - as if he cared.

By the time Dan's made it to the ice cream stand, you've already stricken conversation with the clerk, crushing an iron garbage can like silly putty to convince him that it was indeed you who defeated that cephalopod monstrosity. In reciporation, he's offered you two ice creams on the house. Dan sits next to you, nervously eyeing up your every move, every twitch of your bountiful muscles.

He's molten steel in your hands. He'd walk his nudist ass stark naked through a land made of hot coals if he could be with you. Now the only question remains: