[Eelskin]

Chapter 2

“So, you just drink it?”

“I guess so.” Sabrina held the small bottle in her hand. She was excited, but apprehensive at the same time.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Don’t rush me! This is special!”

“The sooner you drink it, the sooner you can sit in the big chair you’ve been staring at!”

Sabrina had, indeed, been staring at the larger of the two chairs in the corner, trying to imagine sitting in it comfortably. She looked back at it, back at Joshua, and smiled. “Fine.” She unstopped the bottle and smelled it, then poured the contents into her mouth, but it tasted so bad that she had difficulty swallowing it. “Ugh!” she cried. “That is awful!”

“Well, it’ll be worth it, I’m sure.”

“Easy for you to say! You don’t have to swallow that shite! The taste is still in my mouth! I’m going to go wash it out.”

Joshua lay back on the bed while she walked into the bathroom. The first thing that she noticed was that there were two toilets and two sinks. In just a couple of hours, I’ll be using the big ones over there, she thought to herself, and she grinned, despite the awful flavour in her mouth. She looked at the enormous yellow towels hanging on the rack, then stepped to the smaller sink. She let the water run for a moment, then filled the glass and drank. Glancing into the mirror, she suddenly remembered that she was wearing earrings, so she removed them quickly and placed them next to the sink.

Joshua stepped into the doorway. “Hey, you want to check out the pool?”

--

Sabrina and Joshua, dressed in their bathing suits, walked out to the pool area and stared. The sight was unlike anything they had ever seen. Once again, the brochure was not adequate preparation for the reality of the situation.

There were maybe thirty people sunning themselves and another dozen swimming in the pool. It wasn’t immediately obvious which of the giant women were staff and which of them were guests, because they were all wearing similar clothes. Some of the women were obviously working- those behind the bar or the one cleaning up a mess on the other side of the pool with a mop, for example.

The found some empty seats- two normal sized seats- and sat themselves down to sit by the pool and marvel at the sight in front of them. Joshua thought that they were receiving odd looks from some of the other patrons, but he barely noticed. He was too busy gawking at them right back to care. It was Sabrina who, after a moment, realised that the clothes were colour-coded. Women dressed in white were staff, and everyone else was dressed in brightly coloured togas. Some yellow, some pink or green or pale blue. The men were wearing them too, though, of course, much smaller ones. She pointed this out, and wondered aloud, “Where do we get ours?”

“I don’t know,” replied Joshua, “but let’s find out later. Right now I want to be not moving.”

Sabrina couldn’t agree more. She lay back in the sun and closed her eyes. Joshua kept his open, watching the other guests do laps and play volleyball, and carry their husbands and boyfriends on their shoulders. He caught himself staring openly at some of the other guests without meaning to. After admiring the eight-foot length of a woman sunbathing to his right in a bright pink toga, he glanced at her face to find that she was looking right back at him. She smirked, and he hastily tried to stammer an apology, but her boyfriend sat down beside her and she turned her attention away. Joshua looked around to make sure that no one was watching, then adjusted his bathing suit to hide his erection.

After some time, Joshua was approached by another patron, an older, overweight man with a bushy white moustache and more hair on his chest than on his head, chewing on a cigar. “Hi there, friend!” the stranger waved.

“Hi!” Joshua replied.

The stranger pulled the cigar from his mouth. “Say, why is it that y’all ain’t wearin’ your sheets?”

Joshua balked. “Our what?”

The man motioned to his own toga, bright turquoise and dragging on the ground.

“Oh!” Joshua understood. “I, uh, don’t know where we’re supposed to pick them up. We just really wanted to get out here, to the pool.” He laughed.

“Well, I do rightly understand that, my boy,” the man nodded. “Be that as it may, your ladyfriend might want to be wearin’ hers in a few minutes,” and pointed with his cigar to Sabrina. Joshua looked over and saw, to his shock, that her bikini top was digging into her skin and was being stretched taut. Moving his eyes down her body, he could see that her feet now stretched slightly over the end of the deck chair, while her head was beginning to extend past the headrest.

“Oh, shit!” He turned back to the man, who was chuckling to himself. “Thanks, uh…”

“Nathaniel. Call me Nathan.”

“Nathan. Thanks Nathan! I owe you one.”

“Not that it wouldn’t have been a fine spectacle, you understand, but I imagined that she might not appreciate it quite as much as I would.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks!” And he turned back to Sabrina, nudging her shoulder. “Sweetie! Sweetie, wake up.”

Sabrina groaned in protest. “No, I’m comfy.” Then she grimaced and began to scratch at her straps lightly. She paused and her eyes snapped open. “Oh, fuck!”

Nathan chuckled to himself again as Joshua and Sabrina scrambled to get up and race back to their suite.

--

Dolores was coming out of the back room when she witnessed Sabrina and Joshua running through the lobby, Sabrina holding her towel around herself, shrieking in panic and excitement. If they noticed her, they didn’t show it. Dolores paused, then hurried back to the guest log to look at the newly arrived guests.

How did you spell it? McCallister? McAlester? What was her name?

She sped through all new arrivals in the previous two days, but couldn’t find the name she was looking for. She looked up to see Alexandra walking in from the pool area.

“Alexandra!”

“Yes, Miss Crowley?”

“What are the names of the couple that just ran through here?”

Alexandra concentrated for a moment. “What did they look like?”

“They were wearing bathing suits they brought from home.”

“Lavoie. I don’t remember their first names. They’re in the honeymoon suite.”

“When did they get here?”

“Just an hour or two ago.”

Dolores flipped to the last page of the log, and found Joshua and Sabrina Lavoie, right there on the page. Sabrina Lavoie. So. She got married.

--

Sabrina and Joshua ran into their room and closed the door. Sabrina excitedly threw off her towel and began to fumble with her bathing suit. “I can’t believe I didn’t think that these wouldn’t grow with me!” she cursed as she pulled her bottom off. “I can’t reach the clasp! Can you get it?” Joshua reached over and, after a moment, it popped open. Sabrina took a deep breath. “That feels so much better,” she moaned, and stood up straight, grinning. “Now then. The top of my head came up to your eyes an hour ago. Where am I now?”

Joshua stood up straight as well, and Sabrina stepped forward. As she did, Joshua only then realised just how much she had grown. When she was lying down, and when they were running, he hadn’t been able to tell, but now that they were standing still, next to each other, she was clearly already taller than he was by at least an inch or two. She gave him a wide, toothy grin. “Wow,” she said.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

--

An hour later, when they emerged, they were no longer wearing their own clothes. Each one was wearing the pale yellow togas that had been hanging in the bathroom. Joshua was wearing the sandals he had found in the closet, but the other pair was far too big, so Sabrina was carrying them. Her shoulder was level with Joshua’s eyes, and she was giddy with excitement. “Oh my God, everything looks so small! This is amazing!”

Joshua adjusted his own toga. He looked up at his wife, slowly adjusting to the fact that she was going to be taller than him for the next few days. His toga was kind of loose, but he got the feeling that that was the point. “I can’t believe we didn’t see these hanging in the bathroom.” Looking over at Sabrina’s, he could see that it dragged on the floor a bit, but he also knew that it probably wouldn’t be doing it for very long. Sabrina was still growing.

She grinned down at him as they walked back into the pool area. “I did see them! I just thought they were towels!” It was a bit later in the afternoon, and there were fewer people out by the pool, but the sun was still high in the sky.

They found deck chairs, of different scales this time, and sat down to relax. The sun was less aggressive, and Sabrina, despite her excitement, fell asleep once again. Joshua stayed awake to admire the view.

Sabrina was growing too slowly for Joshua to be able to watch it happening, but if he looked at the position of her head or hands every ten minutes or so, it was clear. Her toga no longer seemed quite as long as it had before, and her ankles began to poke out from under the hem. Joshua leaned his head back and smiled, gazing at the women all around him, swimming, drinking, laughing. He tried to guess which ones were the tallest, but he remembered what one of the staff had told him earlier.

As he thought that, he was startled by someone directly to his right saying “Hi there!” He jumped, turned around and looked up. Before him was a gorgeous orange-haired woman in white, grinning down at him. She was taller than anyone else he had seen, even Alexandra. Reclining in his chair, he didn’t even come up to her knees. Were he standing up, he didn’t think he’d even be as tall as her hips. Seeing the expression on his face, she gasped and laughed slightly. “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to know if I could get anything for either of you.”

“Uh…” Joshua’s mind went blank. This towering figure in front of him made thought almost impossible. His penis twitched, but luckily, didn’t stand up fully while she was here in front of him.

The Amazon’s eyes moved to Sabrina, then she put her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, is she sleeping?” she whispered, pointing to Sabrina.

“Uh… yeah, I think so.”

“Then I won’t bother her. But do you need anything?”

“No, I’m… uh, actually, could I get a beer?”

She grinned. “No problem. I’ll be right back.” And she walked away.

Joshua, a stupid grin of his face, sat up to make his erection less visible. What am I going to do with this? he thought. He took another look around. He had barely noticed the men here, although there were even more men than women, not counting the staff. The women were just so much more noticeable. But he specifically looked around at some of the men and was amused to see that many of them walked around unashamedly with tents in their togas. It didn’t seem to bother them- or anyone else, for that matter. Well, now I don’t feel so bad. That makes things easier. He lay back down and put his hands behind his head, his erection freely pointing toward the sky.

--

Dolores looked at Sabrina’s sleeping form from the window in the lobby. It’s her. I’m sure of it.

How long has it been? Eight years? Nine? Ten? Dolores thought back to her undergraduate university years, and her then-boyfriend, Adam Skolnik. How she had been so in love with him, and how he had broken her heart. The tears, the accusations, the betrayal, the lies. The love which had so quickly mutated into a blind rage. It was years before she could bring herself to speak to him again, and even then, it hadn’t been a pleasant event for either of them. They had tried to reconcile their differences, but the moment had passed, and the opportunity for a happy life together was long, long gone. The never spoke to each other again after that day.

As much as the anger had built up in her mind toward him, however, it was nothing compared to the hatred she had felt toward the one with whom he had cheated. Sabrina McCallister. That heartless, unremorseful, unrepentant witch. She had seduced Adam for- why? Why did she do it? Was it out of spite? Jealousy? Was it on a whim? Was she mentally unbalanced? Or just sociopathic? She couldn’t possibly have cared about Adam the way Dolores had. It was impossible. She had had no right!

But in the end, it made no difference. Because here she was, now. Staying at Dolores’ hotel- on her honeymoon.

Dolores’ gaze shifted from Sabrina to her husband. Joshua. She wondered if this man had been stolen from someone else’s loving arms, as well. Most of the guests enjoyed watching the Amazons, but it was less common to see a guest who was actually rendered speechless by them. This one, though, seemed not to be able to control himself. He could barely form a cogent sentence.

She smiled. This should be easy, then.