EXCLUSIVE CUT: "Bikini Babes Blow Up" Part 1

Is it cheating to post a part one and have that be my daily Fat Tuesdays Weeks content? Maybe.... but this got to a good place to stop, and the good news for you is that it'll commit me to writing a longer story overall so I can make part two satisfying.

Enjoy!

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Monica had been coming to this beach for as long as she could remember. Every summer, her family rented the same house nearby along with some of their closest family friends. Every summer since she was 18 it seemed like Monica practically lived at the beach, enjoying some newfound freedom with her two best friends, Tracy and Justine.

The three ladies were all of equal age and beauty, though in Monica’s eyes she was of course the most beautiful. And they all loved hanging out on the beach, laying in the sun, relaxing and, most importantly, showcasing their sexy bikini bodies.

And their bikini bodies were well worth showing off.

They were glowing beauties with trim tummies and long lean legs. They weren’t muscular, but they were toned, and Monica in particular had a set of lightly defined abs that she absolutely loved to show off any chance she got. Even when she wasn’t on the beach she practically lived in crop tops. It didn’t matter if crop tops weren’t exactly in style for anyone else. They were always in style for her. And when she strut her stuff, no matter what she was wearing, people turned their heads to watch. When she walked by, people tended to get quiet and just admire her beauty like she was a museum worthy work of art. Monica loved it.

Her friends weren’t very far off in terms of beauty either. Tracy had a particularly great ass, a plump but toned posterior, heart shaped, large and very inviting. People loved to gawk at it, and Tracy loved to catch people staring, practically drooling over her, and then give them a hard time about it (as if she wasn’t already doing just that.) And Justine, she might not have been packing as much down below, but she more than made up for it up top with her generous bosom which provided plenty of cleavage to put on display and turn people into drooling idiots. She savored every opportunity to remind people of where her eyes were.

As a trio, they were especially viscous. That was the case when they were in school, ruling whichever one they were in together. And it continued to be true once they graduated college and were able to rent a little beach house of their own during the summer, right next to their parents’ of course.

But this new found post-college independence was a thrill for the three slim and sexy vixens.

And it would also lead to their rather weighty downfall.

That downfall started simply enough, on a hot day where thee three gorgeous ladies were taking up their usual position on the beach reclining in their usual chairs having already chased off several fat people who were previously in “their spot” which was also as usual. 

“Shouldn’t you be inside before all your bacon fat sizzles?”

“Oink. Oink.”

“Whales are supposed to be in the water. Look at these ones getting beached.”

What was perhaps unusual that day was the way the three women ate.

If asked about it, perhaps they would have said something about being peckish. Or perhaps they would have just ignored the question completely. But of course, nobody ever even thought to challenge the three undisputed queens of the beach, so nobody bothered to question what they were eating and how much.

That’s probably why they felt just fine eating as much as they did.

It was an ice cream kind of day, and a cold sweet pre-made drinks kind of day which then led to more snacks to keep full and ward off a hangover from all of the sugar. Then when they retired from the beach for the day it was a very heavy dinner with lots of fat and carbs and protein, things they easily gobbled up in their pleasantly inebriated state despite the fact that they had already eaten so much on the beach.

And then they repeated this the next day.

Then the day after that.

And the day after that.

It was an entire summer of indulgence, a summer full of arrogance brought on by years of pretty privilege that told them they could do whatever they wanted with no consequences, including eating like total pigs without gaining a single pound. The margaritas were plentiful and the hotdogs were never ending. There were beah side BBQs and clambakes galore. Halcyon days of white wine spritzers and endless dessert buffets. 

Of course, all that indulgence eventually started to catch up with them. They couldn’t just get away with eating even more than when they were in college now that they were out of college. And so more than a few party pounds found their way onto the women’s waistlines. They all developed noticeable beach bellies by the end of the summer, pouches of pudge that poked out beyond the waistband of the bikini bottoms that now clung much tighter to their bigger, wider, softer butts. There wasn’t enough fat to let gravity take off and pull their bellies over the waistbands, not yet at least, but they were certainly softer than they were when summer began. 

Not everybody noticed, and even if they did people didn’t care. But those beach going regulars the girls liked to make fun of, the ones who had the misfortune of knowing them so well, they took note, and they began to smile behind the trios’ subtly widening backs because they knew that there was more to come. 

It doesn’t take long for certain things to become bad habits, and that was the case with Monica, Tracy and Justine. Even after the summer ended and the weather began to change, the previously lean ladies kept their indulgent habits going. And as the weather got colder and clothes got warmer and roomier, it made indulging even easier since the results of that indulgence became harder to see.

But of course, spring and summer soon came back around, and the clothes once again shrunk down as the girls returned to the beach.

This time they returned noticeably heavier.

There was far more bounce to their steps, and their lack of gym time and abundance of snack time was clear. They weren’t trim and toned. They were chubby and jiggly, and their bodies shook as they plodded across the sand. Their footsteps was just that much heavier, and people noticed. The ladies were greeted with side eyes and quiet chuckles along with whispers of “Good for them” and the like because people could see exactly what was happening. 

The people could also see the differences between the three women, specifically with how the weight was settling on their bodies.

Monica had a mighty pot belly. That was where most of her weight tended to settle, and in fact people were eager to whisper about the possibility that she had gone and gotten herself knocked up when they first saw her on the beach, and they were even more gleeful when they realized that was not the case. She was just sporting a food baby from all of the summer barbecue that she enjoyed eating. When she returned to the beach after that first summer her abs were gone and replaced with a pudgy pot belly that had lots of bounce to it. She had plenty of bounce in her butt and newly jiggly thighs too, but the real show when it came to those parts of the body was reserved for Tracy.

Tracy was clearly developing into a pear shape. Her butt had ballooned in the months since she last turned heads on the beach. Now her blubbery butt still had a real hypnotic sway to it albeit with a lot more emphasis on the amount of sway. And Tracy had thicker thunder thighs to go with it. Her previous thigh gap was gone, replaced by flabby thigh fat that shook and slapped together as she walked. She moved slower than the others because of her fatter legs and bigger booty. While she wasn’t quite waddling yet, she did find herself fighting to do an awkward shuffle in the sand whenever the others would start to get too far away. Her thunder thighs meant a lot of extra effort and sweating in the already hot sun, so when she finally got to plop her plump ass into a beach chair, she was extra hungry, almost as hungry as Justine.

Justine got the best and worst of it when it came to weight gain. With her incredible appetite, it was not a surprise that she had put on the most amount of weight compared to the other two. However, the weight she did gain distributed itself in a much more even fashion. In fact, it rather flattered Justine and gave her the start of an extreme hourglass figure. Her butt and thighs grew thicker as her hips widened out, but she didn’t look nearly as disproportionate as Tracy’s. They had quite a bit of give to them but were still very enticing curves. At the same time, although her stomach was no longer flat and she had still packed on a few pounds around the middle, Justine’s breasts were the real star of the show.

Her breasts were spilling out of her bikini top and lunged forward with the ability to seemingly defy gravity. They grew rounded as well as they inflated in all directions. She looked like a pornstar, and Monica and Tracy were incredibly jealousy.

That jealousy ran strongest in Monica who had already lost her prized possession in her abs, and had also lost her status as undisputed queen bee of the group to Justine. She would look sadly at her own deflated, saggy gut, and then over at Justine’s outrageous curves which still drove a lot of people crazy and garnered her a lot of attention.

Monica decided she needed to remedy that. If she wasn’t going to get the positive attention that she wanted, than neither was Justine. To that end, Monica had only one logical plan in mind.

Justine needed to get fatter.

She was going to make sure Justine ate so much and got so fat that her curves stopped bending and just broke.