No Bikinis Allowed at the Waterpark

“I’m sorry ma’am, but you can’t wear that.”

The tiny waterpark employee stood in the middle of the entrance, blocking Tammy and Jackson’s path like a tiny, underpaid Pitbull.

“What?” Tammy’s face fell. She looked down at her sunshine yellow bikini that matched her wavy glowing hair. Modest little frills decorated her crotch, butt, and cleavage, cute little curtains that covered the most enticing bits of Tammy’s six-foot-tall, athletic, ample figure.

“What do you mean she can’t wear it? She’s completely covered!” Jackson, Tammy’s boyfriend said. More than a head shorter than Tammy, he leaned around her frame and motioned with his hands to her boobs and then her hips. Tammy blushed at the sudden attention and tugged nervously on the frills.

“It’s not because of that,” the waterpark employee said. “Bikinis and speedos aren’t allowed in the park. Too many of them would fall off in the rides and get sucked up in the drains, completely clogging them.”

Tammy peered through the entrance and into the park. Sure enough, not even one of the dozens of visitors walking around the park or enjoying the rides was wearing a bikini or a speedo. Everyone was wearing one-piece swimsuits, trunks, or shorts.

“So do we just go home?” Tammy pouted. She looked like she might cry.

“Like hell we’re going home!” Jackson said. “I want to talk to your manager! We came all the way out here and paid for our tickets in advance, and we’re not going to get shooed away-“

“Sir- Sir,” the park attendant held up her hands to try and calm him. “This isn’t the first time this has happened. We’re fully prepared to accommodate you. If you both will just come this way.”

***

“I don’t think this is going to work…” Tammy said.

Her eyes crossed as she looked down at the tiny piece of rubbery material dangling between her fingertips. She had been told it was a one-piece swimsuit, but it looked like a deflated balloon.

“It’s one size fits all!” the attendant cheerfully chirped.

Tammy held up the suit to her chest. The limp black suit wasn’t even half the width of her e-cup bust. It was barely long enough to reach the bottom of her ribcage.

“…so it stretches?” she said, doubtfully. Finding and fitting into her current bikini had been an ordeal. There was no way she could fit into this… thing.

“Great!” Jackson said with a big grin on his face. “We won’t have to refund our tickets! Go on honey, try it on!”

He steered her toward the changing rooms while she turned back to stare at him with growing concern, the swimsuit a black crumpled handkerchief in her hand.

“Jackson! This isn’t going to fit!”

“You’ll be fine!” he said. “Now hurry up, we need to get in line for the Boa Constrictor!”

His hand swung out, his palm playfully colliding against her butt with a powerful SMACK that made all the ruffles of her bikini, not to mention her boobs and asscheeks, bounce suddenly.

“EEEee!” Tammy squeaked with embarrassment.

***

The swimsuit squeaked threateningly as she walked. It did stretch, but not nearly as much as Tammy would have liked. The seat of the black material squeezed at her buttcheeks like a vise. Every other step, her crack would swallow the seat of the material in a deep wedgie, the material turning to a thong and one or both of her buttcheeks bursting free with the hypnotic bounce of jiggling, squishy ass.

Tammy’s fingers would shamefully slip into her crack and pick the wedgie out, even though she knew it was a temporary solution. Tugging the butt of the swimsuit back into place made it tighten everywhere else. The crotch would tighten across her pussy, the fabric seemed fused onto her lips, presenting her folds to the world through a very detailed camel toe. The leg holes bit into her hips, riding upward. Her belly felt vacuum sealed into the rubbery fabric. The front of the suit strained against the weight of her chest, clamping her boobs together, but still unable to contain all her cleavage spilling out the top and sides. Soft boob flesh ballooned, practically spilled out of the struggling arm holes, the shoulder straps slicing into her shoulders.

“This is so embarrassing…” Tammy whispered.

“No one’s even looking at you. It’s fine,” Jackson said.

Tammy bit her lip. She could feel the stares, the curious glances across her body. Her audience was not obvious, but she would turn her head and see people’s faces suddenly whip guiltily away from her. She would notice the telltale tilt of heads as eyes scanned her body, absorbing her embarrassed, uncomfortable, practically naked image.

They were slowly moving up the line for the Boa Constrictor. A three-story high water slide, a long, green tube curled into six loop-the-loops that spiraled down into a pool filled with dozens of splashing, playing people. They were so high up that the people looked so very, very small.

“th-that’s really far down…” Tammy said. Her toes curled on the platform. She picked at her swimsuit again. She stood in front of the waterslide’s entrance and looked down the spiraling length of the green tube, going round and round and round.

“You’ll be fine!” Jackson said. His hands suddenly reached out and playfully pushed Tammy down into the circular entrance of the waterslide. Tammy’s eyes bugged out with complete shock.

“JACKSON!!!”

Her ass hit the wet plastic and she was swept down the tube by the current. The swimsuit was immediately wrenched upward into a soul crushing wedgie. The front of the suit split her lips apart, crushing her clit, gravity and rushing water yanking the hood of her pussy upward in a crushing grip. The entire bottom half of the suit was pulled inward, swallowed by her pussy and asscrack. The leg holes were stretched upward by the force of the water, pulling the wedgie up through her with even more force.

“OOOWWWWWAAAEEEIIIIII!!!!” Tammy howled. Her scream echoed out from the Boa Constrictor, following her as she went through each loop-the-loop, gaining speed and slicing torturous pain with each turn.

She flailed in the water, face contorting with pain, trying to pull out the wedgie, fighting the water and the slide. She yanked on the front of her suit and with a sudden bounce, her boobs popped out of each arm hole, rippling and jouncing around in the current, the splashing force of the water assaulting her naked nipples.

“NOOO-OOOHHHH!!!” she squealed, protecting her tits with her hands.

With a sudden SPLOOSH, Tammy exited the Boa Constrictor, landing in the pool below. She gasped and splashed in the water, unable to cover herself as she tried to swim. All eyes were suddenly on her nakedness, laughing families playing in the pool pointed at her. Teenagers jeered at her, the sputtering woman with her swimsuit rammed up her pussy and ass and her boobs bobbing, bouncing around in the water. Tammy’s eyes were wide, both with embarrassment and the with still-present, horrible, crushing pain in her crotch and ass.

Floundering, she pulled herself out of the water and onto the side of the pool. Her back was curved, trying to stop the material from slicing into her pussy as much as possible. Her teeth were bared in a grimace of complete agony. Her fluffy, wavy hair clung to her skull, soaked, flattened.

With shaking hands, she grabbed the crotch and chest of the swimsuit, determined to pull it out of her pussy and back across her boobs.

She tugged with a sudden horrible rubbery stretching sound that immediately gave way to a- .

SSHHRRRIPPPP

Her pussy was freed from the rubbery hell, material popping out from between her sore, tender lips, but the chest of the swimsuit ripped in half, a long rip that descended to her crotch, her belly. The front of the swimsuit was transformed into a monokini, two long strips running from her shoulders across her boobs to her pussy in an absurd V-shape.

The cloud of laughter surrounding her grew louder.

“What a fashion statement!” someone shouted. Tammy’s bottom lip trembled. She hunched over, hiding herself. But there was still the seat of the suit shoved up her asscrack. Fumbling fingers dug into her crack, picking at the wet material, desperate to relieve the pressure. She gripped the stupid, stretched thong of the swimsuit in her fingers and pulled with urgency, arcing her body forward to free her poor, sore ass.

SNAP
 SNAP
 SHRRIPPP!!”

The desperate tug from behind completely tore apart the two straps holding the front of her swimsuit together. The entirety of the swimsuit was ripped to shreds in her hand.

Tammy looked down at her fingers gripping the bundle of ribbons that used to be a swimsuit and then looked down at her own body. Her naked body was completely on display to the pointing, laughing, grinning crowd. Her heavy boobs swung as she looked around in panic. Her reddish, tender, tingling pussy lips were exposed. The shaking muscles in her long legs tensed, her knees bending together. The shreds of her swimsuit fell out of her fingers. Her arms and hands darted across herself, trying to cover her entire body, moving from boobs to crotch to butt in a ridiculous macarena. Her buttcheeks bounced as she did her frantic, panicked little dance in place, not sure where to go or what to do. The pale naked length of her, the long expanse of her jiggling, curved, wet, shaking body shivered with utter humiliation.

“D-DON’T LOOK AT ME!” she screamed, streaking off on wet padding feet. She was so overcome by embarrassment, that she ran right past a waterpark employee ready to offer her a towel.

“MA’AM!”

“I SAID DON’T LOOK AT ME!!” Tammy shrieked.

“TAMMY?!”

With a splash, Jackson slid through the Boa Constrictor, just in time to see his girlfriend’s long bare back, bouncing naked ass, and long, swinging legs as she ran through the crowded waterpark in a panic, chased now by several employees, all desperately trying to offer her towels, but she was completely outrunning them in her naked embarrassment.