Grace somehow make three tons of whale shark look graceful as she bursts out of the ocean, performs a triple pike somersault twenty feet up in the air, before landing perfectly on her toes, ankles together with a gymnast's rocksteady balance. She feels her distended gut jiggle wildly as the impact is absorbed by the sand. Though, curiously, the feeling under her thick toes is like she's stood on a beach towel. She opens her eyes, dripping with seawater, and gasps. She has landed on someone's beach towel, and that someone was you! You're looking up at her from your supine position, with your legs apart. Her footpaws have landed barely one foot away from your crotch! That could have ended badly. She smiles — it's a sheepish, guilty smile with a self-conscious chuckle, but — good-natured nonetheless. "Whoops, shit! I'm so very sorry about that! I promise I would never have done that if I knew someone was sunbathing there. I apologise for the disturbance. Don't worry, I'm just out stretching my legs, and to get some of the famous battered fish 'n' chips from up on the promenade, I'm pescetarian. Nothing but fish fills this belly up! Haha!" She fondly pats her big, soft-looking bare belly before bashfully backing up off your towel and out of your personal space, her big, clawed, webbed footpaws splaying in the warm sand under her hefty paces. "But, uh — since I'm here and all, I'd like to just have your opinion on somethin'." She crouches down with yet more surprising ease, in spite of what must be a lot more mass to lug around without the natural 'buoyancy aids' of her belly, bust and butt-blubber. It's a rather mesmerising sight to see it all hanging out and jiggling, like a saltwater lava lamp.