Thats not the first worry

Monica stood and stared in dismay. After fidgeting and fighting to put the swimsuit on she could only gape at her reflection.

She didn't know how the suit could be both too big and too small for her. The legs holes were cut so high up that the entirety of her hips were revealed while the top was so tight she could feel the pressure squeezing her shoulders and chest.

But all this could have been ignored if it wasn't for the color scheme. The suit was mostly blue, but there was a downward triangular stripe of white all down the front of the suit that seemed perfectly made to **** her with mortification.

The white material was so pale and thin that someone across the room would have no trouble perfectly describing the shape and color of her nipples and areoles. The damn thing didn't even have the mercy to stop there as the triangle narrowed down passing her basically exposed navel to curve under her cameltoe. The white down there somehow enhancing the obvious pink of her pussy lips that were barely enclosed in the suit.

Turning to look instead at the back of the suit, she couldn't even find solace there, because it was somehow worse.

The back was fabric less and curving down leaving her back exposed right down to the start of her ass crack. Looking down over her shoulder , she had to concede that didnt matter as the high leg holes had effectively turned the back of the suit into a thong. No matter what she did or how she stretched the fabric it always ended up right between her colossal ass cheeks.

Monica was starting to wonder if the shrunken uniform was the better choice.