Young Girls Swimsuit Bottoms

Jon didn't choose the swim trunks, the one-pieces, or even the bikini's on the rack; all those Lauren might've been more than happy to have. He instead grabbed a garishly pink pair of bottoms from a hangar that held a full set, leaving the long top to hang. Lauren stayed quiet, partly out of fear of the boys, and partly out of the fact that a straw was so close to the back of her throat that speaking would've been impossible.

The guard helped 'Larry' to get the pink swimsuit bottoms on, and Lauren got to look of the eye-rollingly unattractive set. It was for a young girl, clearly, and she knew why the likes of Jon would want her in it. Pink, with princess's on it, and having a purple trim on the outside, it screamed 'my parents dressed me'.

However, the white waistband of the tighty whities escaped its very, very tight confines, as did its thigh bands, meaning that Lauren now was squeezed tightly around the groin and hips, but also displaying her gross underwear. The fact the tightness of the swimsuit bottoms only emphasized her muffin top and love handles was also not in her favor.

Jon pulled up her underwear, giving her a wedgie, and more proudly displaying the waistband, which now gripped her stomach and right below her belly button.

"He's a fan of pink, huh?" The security guard said.

"Definitely. Sorry for the hassle officer." Jon said with a smile as the man left, and the crowds left, trading their obvious stares for sideways glances at the oddly dressed boy.

The nicer older lady at the stall contained her laughter at Lauren. "Uhm, he's missing the top. You pay for the set. No discounts."

"That's fine. He's set on just the bottoms." Jon said as the boys took turns yanking on Lauren's underwear and bottoms, sometimes making the wedgie, sometimes making it better.

They left that section of the boardwalk and Jon texted Vanessa a picture of Larry. Well he always had wanted Lauren, Vanessa certainly was second best; when she texted back at how happy she was that Larry was enjoying his time with his friends, Jon laughed.

"Finish your icecream Larry." Jon said, as Lauren struggled to suck down the milkshakes contents and also lick the cones, scared shitless at his look and the surrounding boys.

By the time she was finished, her face plus hands were grimy and sticky, and her stomach ached lightly. Lauren doubted she could've even ran if she wanted to, but she really considered it when one of the boys threw Jon the sock that had been in Lauren's underwear earlier. Soaking wet, he shoved it back into her underwear, it having been balled up as tightly as possible.

Lauren was an absurd sight in the passing mirror. No chest, fat thighs, muffin top contained in tighty whities and a small little weiner hiding in the pink swim bottoms. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes, and she began to wonder if she should cut her losses and surrender to Vanessa.