Not necessarily

Ann felt the assistant wrap the bikini top over her chest, not before asking her to uncover her tits of course, which Ann begrudgingly did. It was just a brief moment, but any moment that had her boobs exposed was embarrassing enough for the blonde.

As the assistant began to tie on her bikini, Ann looked down at her own chest, now covered up by a blue and green top. Ann immediately noticed how small it was compared to how it looked in the assistant’s hands. The cups of the bikini were incredibly small, just barely covering Ann’s bright pink areoles.

Her erect nipples were practically piercing through the fabric of the cup, which made on feel ashamed, and embarrassingly enough slightly stimulated. She bit the inside of her cheek as her bikini rubbed up against her nipple. It felt cheap, unlike many of the other swimsuits Ann had modeled for.

Once the assistant finished tying the bikini, Ann turned around back toward Kashiwagi, feeling unsure about the top. Despite it being tied, the bikini felt loose, like one wrong move would cause the whole thing to fall off her chest. Ann took one step forward and could feel her tits jiggle like they weren’t even being supported. It was a surreal feeling, as it made her feel like she was topless still, but as she looked down to make sure, she was still wearing the bikini.

“So, do you like it?” Kashiwagi asked sincerely.

“Erm… it’s a bit… loose…” Ann replied with a bright red blush across her face. She couldn’t describe what she was feeling at that moment, except that she felt more exposed than when she was topless ironically enough.

“Why, that’s by design, Takamaki-san! We wanted to reduce the amount of chaffing most other swimsuits face, especially bikinis. The design you’re wearing makes the wearer feel comfortable, like there’s nothing on their chest at all!”

“I… guess that makes sense…” Ann replied as she crossed her arms over her chest, feeling the most secured she’s felt since trying on the bikini.

“I knew you’d understand. Now, try on the jeans shorts for me.” Kashiwagi said with his fingers up to his chin.

With nothing else she could do, Ann obliged Kashiwagi’s request as she slipped the jean shorts on her waist. Unlike the skirt, she got the shorts on easily and without much hassle.

The light blue jean shorts were, well, shorter than most other jean shorts Ann had worn before, digging into and comfortably snuggling into Ann’s ass crack. Like the bikini, it left no room for imagination as it barely covered her thighs or butt.

Ann was starting to see a pattern, but at least the jean shorts fit her this time…