Clutching her bathing suit and a bag of money, Olette sat and watched as her friends rambled on about the Struggle or how summer was almost over. But she couldn't help but notic that every few minutes, Hayner or Roxas would just look at her rounder belly or fatter thighs uncomfortably, as if they couldn't see what had happened.
When they got to the beach and stepped onto the sand, almost a quarter of the people stopped and stared at the plumper Olette. She looked down and stared at herself; she couldn't have gained more than 10 or 20 pounds. Sure, her tank top was a lot tighter and her pants were starting to bust; it wasn't like she was THAT fat. Olette walked calmly into the changing room and, stripping to her bra and underwear, surveyed herself in the full-body mirror.
Noticing her own face first, Olette's cheeks had bloated and a third chin was forming. Her belly had expanded a bit as well, but was nothing compared to her breasts. They had definitely take up the most flab; each one had at least grown 3 cupsizes, and as Olette removed her much-too-small bra, they even seemed to grow when they were no longer compressed.
Her waistline had expanded a lot too, and her ass was fatter as well; removing her underwear, she noticed how much starin it had been putting on her before. Each of her thighs was about half as large as the old her.
As Olette began to slip on the bikini bottom, she was already encountering issues. If her swimsuit was tight when she was skinny, then chubby Olette was barely fitting in at all; the bottom stopped halfway up her thighs. After ten minutes of panting and straining, she finally managed to fit it on, but the top was going to be a real issue. With her now-DD-cup chest, the bikini top barely fit; but it was so tight that she couldn't reach back to hook it.
"Roxas!" Olette shouted, holding her boobs awkwardly so that the top wouldn't fall off.
After a minute, Roxas stumbled into the room, one hand covering his eyes. "What?"
"I just need you to help me with the bikini top." Olette could see Roxas' reflection blushing. "I'm holding it up, and the bottom's on. You won't see anything." Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. She could see his reflection's eyes widen as he saw the fat Olette, half naked. "Just hook the back together." He awkwardly did so, and as Olette turned around, Roxas turned bright red and fled from the room, Olette waddling in tow.
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