A bathing suit

All Lauren saw in her closet was a bikini. She recognized it as her bikini from childhood, more then ten years ago. Was this a joke? Her mother must have left it for her, did she honestly think it would still fit?

Lauren heard stirring out in the hall. She looked to her open doorway. Well, it was better than being naked, and she had to get dressed fast before anyone saw her! So Lauren stepped into the leg holes of the bikini and then pulled it up. She struggled getting up her thighs, then had to tug and hop to get her meaty backside in it. She blushed furious, jumping butt naked with no door! Her little tits bobbed excitedly, her nipples bouncing wildly. Finally she got the bathing suit up, then had to tug upwards furiously to get the shoulder straps over her arms.

Lauren looked in her mirror. Oh god, it fit... but barely! It was incredibly tight, wedging over her crotch, the leg holes pulled up high. Spinning around she saw that the back couldn't contain her oversized buttcheeks, which bulged out excitedly, squat and pale and thick.

That wasn't all. The suit pulled her shoulders down, making her slouch and causing her round belly to stick out. It also was designed for an adolscent girl, so instead of supportive cups to accent breasts in merely had a thick band of fabric on the chest to keep the suit up. This meant Lauren's chest looked flattened even more then normal. Even her excitable nipples were squished down and flattened. Oh god, and the pink color... she looked awful!