Three Girls

Chapter 1 Bikini Sunday

This story starts out lighter but gets darker, more humiliating, and more complex as time goes on. I have 30+ chapters and will add them- it is a pain in the ass to upload chapter by chapter!



The sun was merciless, as usual, beating down on the white sand and casting the six loungers into hazy, golden halos. A salty breeze whipped off the Gulf, teasing palm fronds and tugging at the ends of towels and cover-ups. The beach wasn’t packed — just enough people to be watched, to be seen. Enough eyes to add weight to every exposed inch of flesh.
The three women arrived together, followed by their husbands, hauling coolers and chairs. They’d done this every other weekend all summer, but today felt worse. Today, the bikinis were smaller. The teasing had already started in the car.
Eve strutted down toward the sand with forced confidence, her hot pink top practically bursting at the seams, her breasts pushing against the triangle cups like they might escape at any moment. Her bottoms were scandalously small — they carved deeply into the soft swell of her hips, and when she moved, the plush underside of her belly bounced freely. She pretended not to notice.
Katie followed, tugging nervously at the strings of her own skimpy black bikini. Her rear was practically swallowed by the thong cut, and her hips jiggled heavily with each step. Her thighs kissed together with audible friction as she walked. She kept her chin up, but her eyes darted from person to person on the beach, searching for judgment.
Behind them walked Annie, arms crossed tightly across her front. Her bikini was technically two pieces, but barely. She’d yanked the bottoms up above her belly button to keep herself “contained.” Her stomach had become her deepest shame — round and heavy, soft in a way that reminded her of dough. She wore the only pair that still felt like armor. Her top clung to her full breasts, but compared to the other two, she looked practically modest.
Paul noticed. So did the others.
"Christ, Annie," Paul said, just loud enough for the others to hear, “trying to hide a whole Thanksgiving dinner under there?” He gestured at her stretched waistband. “You’re wearing that thing like it’s Spanx.”
The other two husbands laughed. Marco, Eve’s husband, cracked open a beer and muttered, “She thinks pulling it up will make people forget what's underneath.”
Annie’s face flushed. She turned quickly, pretending to adjust the beach umbrella.
Eve looked over, pretending to side with her. “At least she’s trying. I didn’t get that option.” She tugged the string of her bottoms higher on her waist, but they just dug in deeper. “Marco literally picked this one out and watched me put it on.”
Katie chimed in, her voice quiet but sharp, “Yeah, Ryan took my other ones and threw them in the trash. Said this one ‘lets my gut breathe.’”
The three women laid out their towels in a semicircle facing the water, trying to make their bodies appear smaller as they sat. But folding and compressing only made the rolls more obvious. Skin bulged over waistbands. Thighs pooled. The heat clung to every crevice.
Paul didn’t let it go.
“Seriously, Annie,” he said, reclining in his chair with his sunglasses on, “if you’re going to dress like a grandma, maybe stay home next time. We didn’t come to the beach to pretend you're still in a one-piece.”
She clenched her jaw. “I’m not dressing for you.”
“No,” he replied, “you’re dressing to not be seen. Same thing.”
Eve tried to stifle a smirk but failed. “I mean… we all got dragged into these things. You’re the only one who tried to cheat.”
Katie, legs stretched in the sun, didn’t even lift her head. “Honestly, that fold over the waistband makes it worse.”
Annie stared down at her belly. The fabric was stretched tight above her navel, pushing the soft dome of her gut outward even more. She looked… absurd. Like she was clinging to modesty when there was none left to claim.
“I just didn’t want to—” Annie started.
“What?” Paul interrupted. “Didn’t want to show how far you’ve let yourself go?”
That landed like a slap. Annie's cheeks burned, and her hands twitched at her sides. She didn't cry. Not in front of them.
Katie finally sat up. “You’re not the only one embarrassed,” she said, gesturing toward her own belly, which had begun to tan from the relentless sun. “I feel like a parade float.”
“Yeah, but you at least look like you’re owning it,” Marco said, eyes openly glued to her thighs. “Eve too.”
Eve snorted and reached for her White Claw. “Owning it? I’m one sneeze away from flashing half the beach. This bikini wouldn’t fit me last summer.”
Ryan, Katie’s husband, leaned over and nudged her side. “Still better than Annie’s strategy. Hide the belly and hope it’s not still there.”
That did it.
Annie stood up abruptly, brushing sand from her thighs. “I’m going for a swim.”
She stormed off toward the water, arms crossed again. She didn’t turn around. The others watched her go, her hips swaying under the high waistband, her love handles exaggerated by the stretched fabric. Her stomach looked even more bulbous with the bottom pulled so high.
“She’s pissed,” Katie said flatly.
“She’ll get over it,” Eve replied.
There was a beat of silence. Then Eve stood, adjusted her top (useless), and walked toward the surf.
Annie was waist-deep when she heard the splashes behind her. She didn’t turn around.
Eve waded up beside her, silent at first.
“You okay?” she asked.
Annie shrugged. “Just tired of being the joke.”
“We all are the joke. You’re just the one pretending otherwise.”
Annie stiffened. “I’m not pretending.”
Eve tilted her head. “You pulled your bottoms up so high they’re practically a turtleneck.”
“Because I have to. You don’t get it.”
Eve moved closer. “Oh, I do. But hiding doesn’t work. You just look like you’re ashamed.”
“I am ashamed,” Annie whispered.
Eve leaned in, voice low and sultry. “Then own that shame.”
Before Annie could protest, Eve reached down and with a swift, bold tug, pulled Annie’s waistband down — beneath the soft curve of her belly, until the lower swell hung freely, wobbling slightly in the tide.
Annie gasped and tried to grab the waistband, but Eve held it in place.
“Stop,” Eve said firmly. “Just... feel it.”
The water lapped at Annie’s exposed belly. She felt the breeze on skin that hadn’t seen sunlight in years. She felt huge. Ridiculous. Humiliated.
And wet — in more ways than one.
Behind them, the men cheered mockingly.
“There she is!” Paul shouted. “That’s what I married!”
Ryan added, “Tide’s going out — better anchor that thing!”
Katie didn’t cheer. She just watched. Her thighs shifted against one another, her fingers gripping her towel, her face unreadable. But she saw the moment — saw Annie freeze, flush, then slowly drop her arms to her sides.
She wasn’t fixing it.
She was letting it stay.
Eve let go of the waistband and stepped back.
Annie looked down at herself. Her gut floated slightly in the salt water. The sun shined directly on her shame. She could feel people watching — maybe not strangers, but worse. Her friends. Her husband.
And somewhere deep inside, under all the humiliation and shame, there was heat.
When she turned back toward shore, her belly swayed visibly with each movement, the waistband now properly low, as Eve intended.
The others had stood up, drinks in hand, pretending to watch the waves. But the moment Annie rejoined them, Ryan whistled.
“Look who finally joined the rest of us in hell.”
Marco nodded. “Took guts. Literally.”
Annie didn’t speak. She just grabbed her towel, lay back down — stomach on full display — and closed her eyes. She couldn’t hide anymore. And it made her pulse between her legs throb.
Eve lay beside her and whispered, “That’s more like it.”

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