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Time seemed to have slowed down inside of the changing booth for Lola. She spent long amounts of time just standing in the small wooden room naked and looking at the swimsuit that the hubby had provided her with. Deep inside the head hidden underneath her black and fluffy hair, a question remained on her mind as she eyes the swimsuit. How was this tiny piece of string supposed to fit on her big, black, and beautiful body? Lola thought of herself as a very pregnant woman because her had breasts as big as her head filled with milk to feed the numerous babies in the vast pointed oval belly. She took a minute to stare at her figure on the mirror provided in the changing room, and still remained amazed that now imperfections such as stretch marks or even veins on her body. The bronzed skin looked silky smooth.
Lola then quietly looked back at the bathing suit. It was one of those fancy one piece micro bikinis that some women like to wear, so that they could show off their body. The three small triangles attached to the straps were golden colored, not that it mattered because she can’t see how those triangles could even cover her dark swollen nipples, or even her nether region. Lola never quite saw herself as the person who would bare it all in public. She lacked the confidence and faith in her own body to be so bold, and sometimes wished to have her mother’s courage. Only dear old Mum can possibly pull it off with her pear shaped body gained from pushing out children. Lola often wondered how Mum could remain so youthful and good looking in her age. The thought of deal old Mum wearing the swimsuit in the occupant’s hand entered Lola’s mind, and she could imagining it being worn by perfectly by mom. This gave Lola the idea to persuade the hubby to give it to Mum, so that she wouldn’t have to wear it. All Lola needed was a good enough excuse not to wear it, and the problem would be solved. It seemed like a well thought out plan, what could possibly go wrong?
Outside of the changing room stood the hubby with his arms folded in front of his chest and foot lightly tapping the floor. Despite having no reason to wait outside for Lola even after she told him to wait by the concession stands, Patrick remained still like a statue in front of the changing room. His single minded desire to see the gravid woman in a skimpy swimsuit had motivated him to remain by this spot. He loved her dearly, but the news of her unexpected pregnancy along with watching her grow into a meaty mother to be strengthened his love for her. Lola’s demure attitude and innocent nature combined with the pregnant body only fueled Patrick’s lust. He could already hear her soft angelic voice call out to him from behind the door of the changing room.
“Am I really worthy enough to wear this swimsuit, Patrick?” Lola asked. She sounded unsure that the attire he had brought was good enough for her. Naturally, the hubby offered some words of encouragement to her.
“Yes, I deem you worth enough to wear the swimsuit. I had saved up money for two months, so that I may purchase it from an online retailer that specializes in custom swimsuits for pregnant women.” Patrick said with passion.
“Did you get this swimsuit in my size? It looks like it can hardly fit me at all, much less cover the privates. Maybe they don’t have skimpy ones for the big, brown, and beautiful,” Lola said. There was silence between the two for a brief moment. Lola had hoped that her question would stump him, as there’s no way an online retailer can possibly create a swimsuit for big beautiful pregnant ladies like her to wear.
“Of course I got your size. The straps were designed to be extra sturdy to prevent snapping and wardrobe malfunctions. Just try it on, the swimsuit will fit anyone,” Patrick said.
“That’s really um thoughtful, but I don’t feel worthy to wear this outfit. Perhaps Mum could wear it while I get something a little more stylish like a one piece,” Lola said.
“Way ahead of you honey, I already brought Mona a swimsuit from the site. Now please try it on,” Patrick said.
Lola’s plans to get herself out of wearing the bikini had fallen flat. Rather than delay the inevitable from happening, the pregnant woman just sucked it up and then put on the swimsuit. Patrick heard audible grunting and some mild swears from Lola. It then went quiet as Lola finally stepped out the changing room. He had wide grin on his face as he stared at her figure. It looked like she was wearing nothing at all with the straps stretching out and blending in with her skin, leaving the three triangles to cover the nipples and privates. She looked like she was wearing nothing but pasties on her. Lola just bared it as the swimsuit felt unusually tight to wear, even with the durable and elastic straps working in full effect on the young lady’s body.
“How do I Look dear?” Lola said.
“Radiant as always dear,” He said.
Lola felt relieved that the hubby had loved that attire on her. She was honestly more worried about what Mum and Daria would think. They were always judgmental in different ways. Mum pushed her to be more bold and daring in attire while dear sister wished that she had the spine to stand up for herself. The both would bicker over what Lola should be, or anything for that matter. The meek pregnant woman could barely speak for herself, as dear old hubby had to help her fend off the both of them. Mum and Sis meant well, but they were to smothering and overprotective of Lola. So it came as no surprise that when Lola and Patrick returned to their spot on the beach, Daria was waiting to chew them out.
Lola could take the people staring at her massive maternal body being crammed into a tiny swimsuit and even handle the few comments from beach goes as the she traveled from the broad walk over to her spot at the sandy beach. Despite there being hundreds, or possibly thousands of people out enjoying the weather, Lola could still feel sister’s intense glare focusing excessively on her despite being a few paces away. Patrick picked up on Lola’s nervousness and held her hand as they walked to their spot, preparing to take the heat for suggesting the swimsuit. If she was going down, then he was going down with her.
Daria and Lola were polar opposites despite the both of them sharing the same black hair, gold eyes, dark skin, and mother. Lola was obviously a pregnant woman of enormous girth while Daria was more an athletic woman with toned arms, trim stomach, and great thighs to run a marathon with. Lola kept her hair long and fluffy while Daria kept hers a medium length bob cut. She was demure while dear old sis was strict. Daria dressed herself in a black t-shirt and a green two piece swimsuit underneath. The sister shook her head in disgust and walked from the spot to give them a peace of her mind.
“What were you thinking wearing a swimsuit like that? You look like a friggin porn star!” Daria said. Lola’s spirit hadn’t been crushed by sister’s words as it was the beginning of a long and brutal rant. Daria placed both hands on her hips as she scolded the both of them.
“You are too old to wear something like that, Big Sis; you’re practically almost a mother. Act your age and try something a little homely for a change like a two piece bikini, or even a maternity swimsuit,” Daria said. Lola had to admit that her young sister did have a point. The swimsuit she had on looked so ill-fitting and felt so tight. She secretly longed for one her style but didn’t have the courage to speak for on her own behalf.
Patrick on the other hand had a disgusted look on his face, wondering how Daria could not see the beauty in this. He bawled his hands into a fist and stood up for Lola. “It’s her body and she can dress the way that she wants and feels like it. Besides, Lola loves the swimsuit on her,” He said with a smile.
“Uh yes, I love it so much,” Lola said laughing nervously.
Daria wasn’t buying it as much as Patrick. She knew that sis was lying to protect Patrick’s feelings. Dear old mother entered the scene wondering what the commotion was. Lola felt relieved while Daria frowned a bit. Whenever Mona saw her two daughters squabble over something, she would arrive at the scene to break it up. The pear shaped mother in a red sling bikini eyed her two daughters. They both had her long black hair, gold eyes, and tanned skin, but lack her wisdom or life experience to settle dispute.
“What’s going on here?” Mona said.
“Patrick here is trying to corrupt your daughter by making her wear such disgusting attire for the beach. Lola doesn’t like it, but she’s wearing it to impress him,” Daria said.
“There’s nothing wrong with Lola showing some skin, Dar-Dar,” Mona said. She then turned to her first born daughter and spoke addressed her.
“You also need to speak up Lola. If something’s bothering you, then say it out loud. Stop hiding behind the hubby when being intimidated by Dar-Dar. You’re going to be strong to raise those bundles of joy when they’re born, or else they’ll overwhelm you,” Mona said. She sounded more caring and kind in contrast to Daria, albeit with a more motherly tone.
Patrick didn’t believe the both of them because he was distracted by the thought his lovely wife’s naturally plump and pregnant body in the swimsuit to note that she’s uncomfortable wearing it. His single minded desire to see her wear such a thing has clouded his judgment. Lola herself has heard these lectures about standing up for her and speaking out before, yet lacks the courage to act out on it. She’s always been go with the flow to not offend people, or do anything to harm their feelings. Lola always kept her true thought hidden deep within that big bronze body of hers, only drawn out under certain circumstances. The current situation at the beach seemed like one of the circumstances. She deeply breathes in and out, and then looked Patrick in the eyes to tell him the truth.
“I don’t feel comfortable wearing this swimsuit Patrick. I’m not as bold and daring as Mother to parade around in a skimpy outfit,” Lola said.
“I picked the attire because I believe that you ARE bold enough to wear it. I’ve seen you bare it all for me in private, and to a whole art class in public on numerous occasions,” Patrick told his wife.
“I know that, it’s just that I want to be bold in my own way. This swimsuit just doesn’t suit my personality. It’s too daring and revealing, I want to show you the real me,” Lola told him.
Patrick stared into the golden eyes of his wife. He saw fear and uncertainty in them. The hubby loved the sight of Lola in the bikini, yet even he couldn’t resist the temptation to do the right thing. So it was with a heavy sigh that the slimy young man rejects his lust to make her happy. Even though he loved heavily pregnant women, he still couldn’t bear the sight of one feeling or looking uncomfortable. Lola’s sad puppy dog eyes were on of many things that made Patrick guilty for indulging in his fetish for pregnant women. The hubby grabbed Lola by the shoulder, looked her straight in the eyes and then spoke, “Let’s get something that suits you.”
Lola loved that Patrick rejected desires to make her happy, so much that she got close and gave him a big hug. The hubby struggled to breathe, even though part of him loved being smothered by her soft warm breasts and ginormous belly, Lola’s hug appeared to be too strong for his slim pale body. Lola was somehow strong enough to lift him off the ground with ease as she wrapped her arms around the body tight for the hug. He grunted and groaned, trying to tell her to let go, but Lola thought he was too speechless with joy. Thankfully, Mum was there to translate Patrick’s inarticulate groans. She’d done the same to her own hubby on multiple occasions, enough to know when he enjoyed the hug or when he was feeling pain by interpreting his grunts alone.
“Let go of Patrick, Lola, he’s being crushed by your fearsome strength,” Mona said. Lola looked up at the hubby’s face and saw him wincing in pain. She quickly put him down, so that he could get some air. The pregnant woman was understandably embarrassed by the whole thing.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry hubby, I didn’t mean to do hurt you,” Lola said. Daria had a wicked smirk on her face as she watched the whole thing. The younger daughter interpreted Lola’s bear hug more as Patrick receiving karma for putting her in such lewd attire.
“It’s okay, I know that you meant well,” Patrick said. The both of them left the spot in the beach before the scene could get anymore awkward.
Daria passed the time by sitting back on her chair and reading a book under a beach umbrella. She didn’t like tanning much and wasn’t in the mood for bathing. Dear old mother decided to roll out the towel on the sandy floor, just so she can lay flat on her stomach and bath in the sun. Daria naturally held the book close to her face because she didn’t want to see her own mother sunbathe in such raunchy attire. Mona spared Daria a glance from her position and smiled. “Why don’t you put down that book and join me in sunbathing, Dar-Dar? We can strengthen our bond as mother and daughter, plus find a cute boy to pair you up with,” She said.
“I don’t feel like sunbathing, I just want to enjoy this book with the sound of the sea as background noise,” Daria told her own mother without taking an eye off the page.
“Don’t be a stick in the mud, Dar-Dar, you can always read that book anytime. It’s not often we spend quality time together,” Mona pointed out. Rather than waste time arguing, Daria put down the book and picked the spot to the left of her own mother to whip out the black beach towel. The younger daughter then peeled off her black t-shirt to reveal a green tube top bikini and then lay on her stomach like mother.
“Thank you for joining me. I promise to make it up to you,” Mona said. Daria remained quiet. The both of them enjoyed the bright sun, warm summer breeze, and watching the waves crash on shore. Daria had to admit that it was oddly relaxing. For the first time since she got here, Daria felt at peace until a large shadow castes over her and blocked out the rays. Mona knew who the belly belong to, but remained quiet as she found the whole thing humorous. Daria’s face was inches away from the underside of a very large belly stuffed into a stretchy one piece bathing suit. She didn’t know who it was until a familiar soft voice spoke. “What do you think sis?”
The sour woman frowned and responded with. “Could back up Lola? You’re blocking the rays.”
Lola took a couple of paces back, which then allowed her grumpy younger sister to stand and see the whole thing. The pregnant woman got herself a brand new sky blue one piece bathing suit that fit just right on the body, and a beige sunhat to protect her head from the sun. Patrick casually draped an arm over his wife’s shoulder with a smile on his face. Even if his wallet took a hit from spending money on two maternity bathing suits, he was happy that Lola felt and looked comfortable.
“It looks good on you sis,” Daria noted in a dry manner.
The mother smirked as she gained a closer look and saw the outline of the previous swimsuit underneath the new one Lola had. “Very clever of you Lola, did he put you up to it?” She asked.
“Oh no, I decided to keep it on, just so I can bare myself to the hubby in private,” Lola said. Patrick caught her sparing him a glance and winking at him, swearing that she’ll happy repay the favor right under the covers back at their hotel room.
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