buttexpansioncaps:

Okay, she knew she’d agreed to this party weeks ago. She knew being social was important, and getting out of her apartment was important towards her not becoming a hermetic old cat lady. But like so many other social compacts she made, of course, she was regretting this one come the morning of. For entirely out of the ordinary reasons beyond her usual social anxiety though.

Right now, it was mostly the state of affairs caused by her swimsuit. She knew she’d been gaining weight, and that she was almost exclusively putting those pounds to use in her ass and thighs. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but that was really neither here nor there. The important part was that her swimsuit could not possibly cover everything she needed it to. She tried putting on a pair of board shorts over it, but those were so small for her now that she couldn’t wear them at all, whereas the bikini was technically not indecent.

So it was that she found herself on the beach with thirty other people, a cooler full of beer and wine doing absolutely nothing to alleviate her furious, blushing embarrassment. Even her most social friends complimenting her on how great she looked was doing nothing to alleviate her worries, and she hid quietly over to the side, dutifully fulfilling her agreement to be here and waffling about how early she could leave and not make it a scene. All the while, the dainty bikini was being devoured against her full, rounded bottom, the fabric triangles that should have been covering her only flossing deeper, putting ever more stress on the side strings. At least it was holding out. If the bikini bottoms were to…

There was a loud, echoing snap, inconveniently located at a lull in the conversation.

…She might truly, actually die of embarrassment.