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(FA is silly and wouldn't upload a .docx for this one so I'll include the story in the description instead.)
Second person story of you experiencing the high dive for the first time, and the fallout from doing so! Dragons and pooltoys and nice fancy suits included.
Another old one! No clue when I wrote this story but man do I like it. The TF dialogue is a bit clunky but the rest of it is so silly and surreal that it holds a special place for me. Also, I must have been on a high dose of prozac or something because GEEZ some of those metaphors came out of left field.
As always, comments and questions are greatly appreciated. ^^
__________
Towering. Humongous. Monolithic.
Metal.
The ladder of the high dive extends above you, reaching through the clouds. Clouds of steam, that is, kicked up by the many features at the outdoor waterpark and the chlorine-scented hot tub.
You’ve been preparing yourself for this moment for months. A full year membership to the waterpark, three dozen sunburns, and two swimsuits later, here you stand, the goliath before you.
It is time to conquer.
One rung after the next, up you go, to dizzying heights. Er, maybe it’s just the pool cleaning chemicals causing the dizziness - there seems to be a lot of them today. Some kids dirtying the pool, probably. Regardless of the root of your dizziness, it was there, and so the climb was a bit harder than you expected it to be. The rungs are sturdy, though - except for that one three from the top that squeals - and so it isn’t too bad.
You look out over the pool. Your pool. You’ve spent so much time here, all of the lifeguards know you by name. You just flash your card, although a smile would do at this point, and head to the water. You actually help the staff out on occasion, making light conversation as you sweep the debris from the path or check the pool equipment. It beats doing nothing.
A wind chills your damp ankles. Right. Back to the now.
As you step out onto the long platform, the lifeguard from below waves at you encouragingly. It’s Len - short for Lenjamin, of course. They’ve been helping coach you for the past few weeks on proper high dive technique. Len was wearing their standard outfit, a nice, pinstriped suit. No one could quite figure out how they kept it dry. When questioned, Len just said it was a healthy dose of caution.
You take a deep breath. No more stalling. It was time.
With a leap, you hurtle towards the end of the high dive. You don’t fly off of it - not with this much build up. No, instead, you bounce - straight up, near perfectly. The high dive barely bends! It’s a sturdy one, this board.
A niggling voice in your head pipes up. Why not go higher, it says, why not try to touch the sky? You’re already halfway there, or so it seems. It can’t be much farther, can it? So, on the way back down from your first bounce, you bend your knees to exactly 34°, just as Len taught you. You land, the board creaks, you push, and there you go! You’re flying! Or, well, flying about six feet high. That’s nothing to shake a stick at, though!
Six feet, even six feet above the high dive, still isn’t what you would consider the sky. So, with another bend, land, creak, and push, you’re off again! So much higher, this time - how is it this much higher? Shouldn’t it have taken more bounces? Regardless, here comes the board - bend, land, creak, push - and you’re away again! Is it sixteen feet? Sixty? Who knows? Certainly not you, but that doesn’t matter! The high dive is too exhilarating to care!
You reach the peak of your ascent. You feel like you’re flying! Or, maybe floating? Whichever one. Gravity quickly reminds you that you are not floating, however - the only thing that’s flying is your stomach into your mouth. Maybe this wasn’t such a good--
No time to think! Board, coming up fast! Just one more, you tell yourself - one more jump.
Bend. Land. Creak.
PUSH.
Okay, maybe this time you’re ACTUALLY flying.
The air roars on both sides as you push through it like a bullet through ballistic gel. Your skin is turning pink, and whether it’s from the excessive force or the chilling air, you have no idea. You just keep on going - up, up, up, into the clouds, towards the stars.
Surprisingly, your heartbeat begins to slow. Things are calmer in the sky. It’s a nice feeling. Slowly, ever so slowly, you crest your jump. Looking down, you could still see the pool, the sun reflecting off the water. It seemed so small, from all the way up here. Everything did. All those months of preparation had been worth it.
With that, you begin to fall. It goes slowly, at first. Inevitably, you speed up - but your heart doesn’t follow along. It’s still slowing. Odd. You were growing a little… sluggish, too, alongside your softly pulsing.
The wind catches your feet, and you flip around, now in a proper diving position. You’ve still got enough energy to give one final, triumphant shout - you’ve conquered the high dive!
Turns out, that shout wasn’t the best idea. The wind you’re smashing through fills your mouth instantly, keeping it open. You don’t give much of a reaction - the lack of blood flow is making you woozy. It doesn’t help that you’re falling; your feet feel bloated with blood. What a disgusting thought…
That stupid wind! It was pushing your mouth way too wide! You swear it feels like it’s filling your face. Stretching it past what would be normal. Hopefully it didn’t end up all saggy or something. That would really ruin the high dive experience, having a stretched face.
But stretch it does! Out and out. The feeling was anything but comfortable, but you’re too out of it to do anything. The air pounds its way into your lungs, ballooning them outwards, up against your rib cage. They won’t stop expanding… pushing past your ribs, somehow, the empty cavity filling up further and further. It squeezes past your heart, now as without a beat as a disco on a sunday. Blegh, your stomach felt so full! If so much air hadn’t been going in, it would have come out in a massive burp.
How are your lungs so stretchy? Your delirious thoughts can’t make sense of it as you plummet back towards the pool. They feel so strange, now. It’s strange that you can feel them. You feel so empty, now - light as a feather as your insides are replaced with what’s outside. More and more air. Your limbs are stiffening; too tough to bend them with all that internal pressure. Your body is getting so big! There’s some nearly unnoticed changes, too - hands becoming huge, puffy paws with their fingers all stuck together… what feels like air pumping into a balloon behind you… your face falling into a new shape, after all that stretching….
Why… why was the wind slowing…? It was so hard to think… s-so… ha--
PLOP!
Water!
It shocks you back to consciousness. You try to blink, but your eyes seem glued open. You can’t seem to move side to side, either, and your mouth won’t open. You can’t feel much of your face at all. All you can see is some water, the side of the pool, and a big, green lump in the middle of your vision. What the heck…?
Ugh… the water only gave a momentary relief. You can feel it underneath you, lapping up against your sides. How are you floating on the surface? What had happened?
Did… did it matter? Your thoughts are so hazy. It’s hard to think without a thinking organ, after all. You’re just full of air. Only one thought seemed to be circulating.
Why not enjoy the swim?
Well… that was a pleasant thought. Take some time off after that exhausting dive. So what if you were a… what were you? Still a child? A toy? Another thought supplied from the air: a dragon? Maybe all three?
What an absolutely odd sensation.
You let out an internal sigh, that can barely be heard as a squeak from one of your brand new air valves. Wherever those had come from. Didn’t matter though.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Len. Heh, what were they doing? Waving their arms around all crazy-like. Probably shouting too, by the movement of their mouth. You smile - and find that the movement actually feels like it’s completed. Of course, you already had a painted on smile - now you were just feeling it, too. As you float, your new vinyl dragon form resting comfortably on the water, you think back on the view you had seen.
What a beautiful day…
Second person story of you experiencing the high dive for the first time, and the fallout from doing so! Dragons and pooltoys and nice fancy suits included.
Another old one! No clue when I wrote this story but man do I like it. The TF dialogue is a bit clunky but the rest of it is so silly and surreal that it holds a special place for me. Also, I must have been on a high dose of prozac or something because GEEZ some of those metaphors came out of left field.
As always, comments and questions are greatly appreciated. ^^
__________
Towering. Humongous. Monolithic.
Metal.
The ladder of the high dive extends above you, reaching through the clouds. Clouds of steam, that is, kicked up by the many features at the outdoor waterpark and the chlorine-scented hot tub.
You’ve been preparing yourself for this moment for months. A full year membership to the waterpark, three dozen sunburns, and two swimsuits later, here you stand, the goliath before you.
It is time to conquer.
One rung after the next, up you go, to dizzying heights. Er, maybe it’s just the pool cleaning chemicals causing the dizziness - there seems to be a lot of them today. Some kids dirtying the pool, probably. Regardless of the root of your dizziness, it was there, and so the climb was a bit harder than you expected it to be. The rungs are sturdy, though - except for that one three from the top that squeals - and so it isn’t too bad.
You look out over the pool. Your pool. You’ve spent so much time here, all of the lifeguards know you by name. You just flash your card, although a smile would do at this point, and head to the water. You actually help the staff out on occasion, making light conversation as you sweep the debris from the path or check the pool equipment. It beats doing nothing.
A wind chills your damp ankles. Right. Back to the now.
As you step out onto the long platform, the lifeguard from below waves at you encouragingly. It’s Len - short for Lenjamin, of course. They’ve been helping coach you for the past few weeks on proper high dive technique. Len was wearing their standard outfit, a nice, pinstriped suit. No one could quite figure out how they kept it dry. When questioned, Len just said it was a healthy dose of caution.
You take a deep breath. No more stalling. It was time.
With a leap, you hurtle towards the end of the high dive. You don’t fly off of it - not with this much build up. No, instead, you bounce - straight up, near perfectly. The high dive barely bends! It’s a sturdy one, this board.
A niggling voice in your head pipes up. Why not go higher, it says, why not try to touch the sky? You’re already halfway there, or so it seems. It can’t be much farther, can it? So, on the way back down from your first bounce, you bend your knees to exactly 34°, just as Len taught you. You land, the board creaks, you push, and there you go! You’re flying! Or, well, flying about six feet high. That’s nothing to shake a stick at, though!
Six feet, even six feet above the high dive, still isn’t what you would consider the sky. So, with another bend, land, creak, and push, you’re off again! So much higher, this time - how is it this much higher? Shouldn’t it have taken more bounces? Regardless, here comes the board - bend, land, creak, push - and you’re away again! Is it sixteen feet? Sixty? Who knows? Certainly not you, but that doesn’t matter! The high dive is too exhilarating to care!
You reach the peak of your ascent. You feel like you’re flying! Or, maybe floating? Whichever one. Gravity quickly reminds you that you are not floating, however - the only thing that’s flying is your stomach into your mouth. Maybe this wasn’t such a good--
No time to think! Board, coming up fast! Just one more, you tell yourself - one more jump.
Bend. Land. Creak.
PUSH.
Okay, maybe this time you’re ACTUALLY flying.
The air roars on both sides as you push through it like a bullet through ballistic gel. Your skin is turning pink, and whether it’s from the excessive force or the chilling air, you have no idea. You just keep on going - up, up, up, into the clouds, towards the stars.
Surprisingly, your heartbeat begins to slow. Things are calmer in the sky. It’s a nice feeling. Slowly, ever so slowly, you crest your jump. Looking down, you could still see the pool, the sun reflecting off the water. It seemed so small, from all the way up here. Everything did. All those months of preparation had been worth it.
With that, you begin to fall. It goes slowly, at first. Inevitably, you speed up - but your heart doesn’t follow along. It’s still slowing. Odd. You were growing a little… sluggish, too, alongside your softly pulsing.
The wind catches your feet, and you flip around, now in a proper diving position. You’ve still got enough energy to give one final, triumphant shout - you’ve conquered the high dive!
Turns out, that shout wasn’t the best idea. The wind you’re smashing through fills your mouth instantly, keeping it open. You don’t give much of a reaction - the lack of blood flow is making you woozy. It doesn’t help that you’re falling; your feet feel bloated with blood. What a disgusting thought…
That stupid wind! It was pushing your mouth way too wide! You swear it feels like it’s filling your face. Stretching it past what would be normal. Hopefully it didn’t end up all saggy or something. That would really ruin the high dive experience, having a stretched face.
But stretch it does! Out and out. The feeling was anything but comfortable, but you’re too out of it to do anything. The air pounds its way into your lungs, ballooning them outwards, up against your rib cage. They won’t stop expanding… pushing past your ribs, somehow, the empty cavity filling up further and further. It squeezes past your heart, now as without a beat as a disco on a sunday. Blegh, your stomach felt so full! If so much air hadn’t been going in, it would have come out in a massive burp.
How are your lungs so stretchy? Your delirious thoughts can’t make sense of it as you plummet back towards the pool. They feel so strange, now. It’s strange that you can feel them. You feel so empty, now - light as a feather as your insides are replaced with what’s outside. More and more air. Your limbs are stiffening; too tough to bend them with all that internal pressure. Your body is getting so big! There’s some nearly unnoticed changes, too - hands becoming huge, puffy paws with their fingers all stuck together… what feels like air pumping into a balloon behind you… your face falling into a new shape, after all that stretching….
Why… why was the wind slowing…? It was so hard to think… s-so… ha--
PLOP!
Water!
It shocks you back to consciousness. You try to blink, but your eyes seem glued open. You can’t seem to move side to side, either, and your mouth won’t open. You can’t feel much of your face at all. All you can see is some water, the side of the pool, and a big, green lump in the middle of your vision. What the heck…?
Ugh… the water only gave a momentary relief. You can feel it underneath you, lapping up against your sides. How are you floating on the surface? What had happened?
Did… did it matter? Your thoughts are so hazy. It’s hard to think without a thinking organ, after all. You’re just full of air. Only one thought seemed to be circulating.
Why not enjoy the swim?
Well… that was a pleasant thought. Take some time off after that exhausting dive. So what if you were a… what were you? Still a child? A toy? Another thought supplied from the air: a dragon? Maybe all three?
What an absolutely odd sensation.
You let out an internal sigh, that can barely be heard as a squeak from one of your brand new air valves. Wherever those had come from. Didn’t matter though.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Len. Heh, what were they doing? Waving their arms around all crazy-like. Probably shouting too, by the movement of their mouth. You smile - and find that the movement actually feels like it’s completed. Of course, you already had a painted on smile - now you were just feeling it, too. As you float, your new vinyl dragon form resting comfortably on the water, you think back on the view you had seen.
What a beautiful day…
Category Story / Transformation
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