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Chapter 11 by anonenffan anonenffan

What happens next?

Her bikini doesn't survive the trip.

[Originally by Teraton]

Trying to act as calm and natural as she could, Mackenzie made her way off the boardwalk, moving as quickly as she could while still being careful, and onto the hot pavement and stone that made up the road. As she made her way back to the resort, her situation seemed to fully sink in when she considered how different things had been as she made her way onto the beach that morning.

Each step she took was careful and timid, though it wasn't simply because of her ill-fitting wardrobe. It hadn't occurred to her she had also lost her sandals to the thief until her bare feet met with the blacktop, which now burned under the midday sun.

The leering was making her uncomfortable as well, though in a different sense. On the way to the beach, she noticed plenty of people staring at her, and found it flattering at best, and only slightly off-putting at worst. Now, people weren't staring, they were leering. Aside from the fact that she was certainly showing more of herself, her demeanor had gone from confident to near-panicked, and the same heads she had delighted in turning that morning were now boring into her, lazer-pointed between her legs as she approached, and almost certainly catching every bounce as her backside came into view.

But the worst part, Mackenzie thought, was the heat. The resort was air-conditioned, almost chilled, and that cool air had held her over until she had first touched the sand. But that had been what seemed like ages ago, and the daylight had only grown brighter since. Now, with the sun beating right above her, and the sidewalk sizzling beneath her, Mackenzie was sweating. The bottoms, already undersized and uncomfortable, clung even more to every curve, straining the strings as the fabric bunched up in some very intimate areas. Even her top was getting clingy, Mackenzie adjusting it as she walked, almost caring more about comfort than cover at this point.

And so, with her awkward gait, constant readjustment, and sweaty skin, the inevitable happened. One moment, Mackenzie was wishing for a cool breeze, and the next she was surprised to feel it, as she looked down and saw...

How bad are things for her swimsuit?

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