Plus Size - Doctor’s Orders: Thick Thighs & Sunshine

Dr. Miharu Endo couldn’t be happier as she steps onto the warm sand on her birthday. The sun is high and bright, and she is positively glowing – not just with excitement, but with confidence in her newly enlarged body. Over the past months, she’s indulged every craving and watched the numbers on the scale climb well beyond 350 pounds even without the need for treatment. Far from being shy about it, Miharu is proud of how fat she’s gotten. She loves the soft heaviness of her form and the way her swimsuit hugs every curve. You’ve spoiled her today with a rich birthday cake (which she devoured happily), and Miharu knows that after such a sweet treat, the real gift is getting to show off her enhanced figure for everyone to see.

Even as she walks by your side, Miharu’s energy is infectious. “Mm, I can’t wait to flaunt this body,” she purrs, patting the slope of her full belly. Her golden eyes sparkle behind her sunglasses as she scans the beach for a nice spot. It’s clear that every extra pound has only boosted her boldness. She flashes you a grin and gives a playful spin, making her fleshy belly jiggle and hips wobble enticingly under the tight swimsuit. “No work and plenty of snacks; best birthday ever,” she declares, taking your hand as you both head closer to the shoreline.

Miharu’s appearance turns heads the moment she finds a place to lay down her beach towel. The sun highlights her deep tan and accentuates the smooth glow of her tanned skin . Her brown hair is down from its usual professional bun, now flowing freely past her shoulders, slightly tousled by the ocean breeze. At such a size, her body is a gorgeous display of curves that her swimsuit can barely contain. The tiny bikini she chose is a bold turquoise color that contrasts beautifully with her bronzed skin and struggles heroically to cover her abundant assets.

Every part of the doctor has grown delightfully plush. Her breasts are immense and heavy, overflowing the bikini top with soft underboob peeking out, and creating deep cleavage that draws more than a few glances. Her top is tied tight behind her neck, but you can tell the strings are strained by the sheer volume of her chest. She catches you staring and chuckles, deliberately arching her back a little to make her bosom jut out even more. Below, her belly is a grand, round dome of softness. It spills forward when she stands and rests on her lap when she sits, a testament to all the sweets and meals that added to her figure. The waistband of her swimsuit bottom sits snug under her belly, causing a slight muffin-top roll at the sides – not that she minds. In fact, she gives her tummy a proud rub, as if showing off a trophy. Her hips and thighs are broad and thick, spreading out on the towel when she lounges. Every step she took earlier made those ample thighs brush and her wide hips sway. Even her backside is lavishly padded: a plush, jiggly butt that stretched the seat of her bikini bottom to its limit. There’s a cheeky little gap where the fabric doesn’t fully cover the lower curve of her bottom, revealing a hint of stretch marks on her mocha-colored skin – marks she wears confidently. From the swell of her plump arms to the soft curve of her face (her cheeks slightly fuller and extra adorable when she smiles), Miharu is the picture of indulgence and sensuality.

Settling down, Miharu leans back on her elbows atop the towel, chest proudly thrust forward. She closes her eyes behind her sunglasses and soaks up the sunshine, a contented smile on her lips. You can’t help noticing how people around sneak appreciative looks at her voluptuous form. Some appear amazed, others envious or intrigued; but Miharu revels in the attention. She stretches luxuriously, making her belly pooch out even more. “I think they like what they see,” you tease quietly. Miharu just giggles, belly quaking with the motion. “Of course they do,” she whispers back. “I’ve worked hard to get this fat.” There’s pride in her voice. She turns her head and winks at you, eyes dancing. “And it’s all for me to enjoy – and for you to enjoy with me, birthday or not.”

After a while, Miharu sits up and reaches into the beach bag you brought. You raise an eyebrow as she pulls out a bottle of sunscreen. With a sly smile, she places it in your hand. “Doctor’s orders: you need to help apply this all over,” she says in a low, playful tone. She has a bottle of sunscreen with your name on it, literally – you see that she’s scribbled “For my personal sunscreen assistant” on the label with a heart. You laugh, feeling your cheeks warm. Before you can respond, Miharu adds, “We’ve got to wait at least 30 minutes after eating before I can swim. Isn’t that what they say?” She feigns an exaggerated, innocent shrug. “So… we might as well make good use of the time.”

With that, Miharu reaches behind her neck and unclasps her bikini top. The overburdened garment practically springs off, and her heavy breasts bounce free. She tosses the top aside without a care. “Oops,” she says mockingly, not looking sorry at all. Your pulse quickens at the sight of her naked chest – full, pendulous breasts now completely unveiled, their dark, soft skin catching the sunlight. Miharu holds your gaze confidently, biting her lower lip in a cheeky grin. “Think you can cover all this area in sunscreen?” she teases, cupping the underside of one generous breast and giving it a jiggle. “I might need both hands on me… It’s a big job.”

You swallow hard, sunscreen bottle already in hand, as you kneel beside her. The beach suddenly feels a lot more secluded as your world narrows down to just Miharu – her scent, her warmth, and the incredible expanse of her soft body waiting for your touch. She lies on her back, arms above her head in a relaxed pose, which has the effect of lifting her breasts slightly and stretching out her belly. “Better hurry,” she purrs, eyes half-lidded with anticipation, “we only have 30 minutes~.” There’s a playful lilt in her voice as she reminds you of the time, as if challenging you to make every second count.

You squeeze some cool white lotion into your palms and gently begin working it onto Miharu’s warm, tan skin. Starting at her shoulders, you rub in slow circles, and Miharu lets out a soft, content sigh. Her skin is buttery soft, warmed by the sun – and under that satiny surface, you feel the yielding plushness of her fat. Your fingers sink slightly into the flesh of her upper arm and shoulder; even here she’s delightfully padded. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she murmurs. “Don’t forget, Doctor Endo needs thorough coverage.” She winks, clearly enjoying every bit of this attention.

You continue, hands gliding to her ample breasts. They are so large and heavy that your fingers barely cover any one area at a time. You take your time kneading the sunscreen into the soft underside of her bosom, then over the generous curves on top. Miharu hums in pleasure, arching into your touch. “Careful,” she says in a sultry whisper, “they’re sensitive.” Her teasing tone only spurs you on. You gently circle her areolas with your slick thumbs (drawing a sharp inhale from Miharu) before dutifully spreading lotion over the rest of her breasts. They gleam in the sunlight now, glistening and slick, each movement sending a little ripple through their fullness. Miharu’s breathing grows a bit shallow; clearly, this “sunscreen application” is turning her on just as much as it is you.

Next, you move to her round belly, pouring a fresh drizzle of lotion directly onto the broad slope of her stomach. The cool liquid makes her giggle and squirm. “It tickles!” she squeaks, but soon melts back into a moan as you use both hands to caress her belly. You work in broad strokes across the expanse of her midsection, marveling at how your fingers sink into her deep belly softness. Her tummy is plush and yielding, still a bit firm underneath from being full of cake. “That’s right,” Miharu coos, resting a hand atop yours on her stomach. “Make sure you get every inch… wouldn’t want me to burn, hmm?” Her guidance has a breathy quality now. You knead her sides, tracing the love-handle curves that overflow slightly at her hips, then circle around her navel. She actually purrs when you give her belly a light squeeze. Clearly, she adores having you worship her fat body like this.

Miharu shifts her weight and sits up partway, which causes her belly to crease into thick rolls and her breasts to press against your arm. In a swift motion, she takes the sunscreen bottle from you. “Your turn,” she says huskily. Before you can ask what she means, Miharu squirts a line of cool lotion onto her own chest, right between her breasts, and then pulls you down toward her. You find yourself nearly face-first in her pillowy cleavage as she wraps her plump arms around you. Laughing softly, Miharu uses her body like an applicator, sliding and rubbing the lotion onto you by pressing herself against you. Her slick, oiled breasts glide up against your chest, her lotion-coated belly smearing against your stomach. It’s an intimate, cheeky embrace – essentially she’s coating you both in sunscreen in the most erotic way possible. “Two birds, one stone,” she whispers, her lips now hovering just beside your ear. “We get all nice and protected… and very, very close.”

Your heart hammers as you feel the entirety of Miharu’s weight and warmth enveloping you. She is massive and soft, every sumptuous curve of her pressing into you, pinning you gently down against the towel. Sand sticks to the lotion on your skin, but you barely notice, lost in the sensation of Miharu’s voluptuous, sunscreen-slicked body writhing slowly atop yours. You run your hands up her expansive sides, along the curve of her waist (what little waist she has left) and up to the broad breadth of her back. Her skin is hot from the sun and silky under your touch. When your hands reach the band of her bikini bottoms, you pause for a moment – the only piece of clothing she has left on. Sensing your hesitation, Miharu leans back slightly to look into your eyes. Her face is flushed, chest heaving slightly from arousal and exertion. “Go on,” she urges in a sultry tone, guiding your hands to her wide hips. “There’s a lot of me to cover, darling… don’t stop now.”

Encouraged, you begin spreading sunscreen over her lower body. You start at her hips, fingers curving along the generous outward swell and then down over the outer slopes of her thighs. Miharu shivers in delight as you caress the side of her thigh, where it’s thick and wonderfully soft. You take care to lotion every inch – down to the dimpled curve above her knee and back up along the inner thigh, where the skin is especially tender. She parts her legs just slightly, making room for your hand. The motion causes her belly to press forward and brush against you, and you can feel its weight settling on your lap. A naughty smile plays on Miharu’s lips as she deliberately grinds her soft belly and hips against you while you finish rubbing lotion on her thighs. “Mm, such attentive service,” she murmurs appreciatively. “I might have to recommend you to all my patients.” She laughs, clearly joking – the only patient she cares about right now is you, and the only prescription is more of this intimate fun.

The two of you continue like this, trading slow, teasing touches under the guise of applying sunscreen. Miharu’s hands roam your body as well – she makes sure your shoulders and back are “properly covered,” which really means she’s giving you a sensual massage with her lotion-slicked hands. Her fingers knead your muscles, and occasionally a soft, heavy breast or the curve of her tummy will brush against you as she shifts, drawing shuddering breaths from you. It’s a private little paradise: the distant crash of waves, the warmth of the sun, and the intoxicating feel of Miharu’s SSBBW figure intertwined with yours in slow, sultry motions. Despite being outdoors on a public beach, the moment feels nearly private – you’re both too wrapped up in each other to care if anyone casts a glance (and given the large umbrella and how Miharu’s body blocks the view, you have some cover for your naughty sunscreen session).

As the minutes blissfully tick by, Miharu’s birthday “present” unfolds exactly as she imagined. “This is even better than cake,” she whispers, her lips ghosting over yours. You respond by pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss, tasting a hint of sweetness (perhaps remnants of frosting) on her lips. She moans softly into your mouth, pressing her soft body closer, her belly and breasts squishing against you. The two of you share heated kisses, hands exploring every curve and fold of her plentiful flesh. Miharu giggles against your lips whenever your touch makes her ticklish, but her giggles soon turn to gasps as the touches become more bold and deliberate. You lose track of time completely; 30 minutes might as well be eternity when each second with her like this is so electrifying.

Finally, a distant call of seagulls and laughter of other beachgoers filters back into your awareness. Miharu breaks the kiss, both of you breathless and hearts racing. Her hair is a tousled mess and her skin is thoroughly slick and shiny from all the lotion (and a bit of sweat from your passionate activity). She looks utterly ravishing – and thoroughly pleased. “Well, I think we’re properly protected from the sun now,” she says with a wink, licking a smudge of frosting from the corner of her mouth. “And I’ve definitely enjoyed my birthday treatment.” You smile and brush a strand of hair from her face, planting one last gentle kiss on her plump cheek.

As Miharu reaches for her discarded bikini top (which takes a bit of effort; you both giggle as she has to lift her glorious bust to fasten it again), she nods toward the sparkling ocean. “Time’s up – thirty minutes have passed,” she notes playfully. “Ready for a swim?” There’s a twinkle in her eye because you both know that waiting to swim was just an excuse. Still, hand in hand, you and Miharu make your way to the water’s edge. She wades in confidently, laughing as the cool waves lap at her thick thighs. Before diving in, Miharu turns to you one more time, pulling you close. “Thank you for today,” she whispers, her expression warm and loving. “This was everything I wanted.” She lets her gaze trail down to her own voluptuous body and gives her hip a proud little pat. “I couldn’t have asked for a better gift – or a better partner to share it with.”

With that, Dr. Miharu Endo – birthday girl, beach bombshell, beautifully fat and absolutely unashamed – plunges gleefully into the gentle ocean waves, ready to finish her celebration in style. And as you follow her, you’re already thinking about how to top this moment for next year’s birthday, utterly in love with the amazing woman splashing before you.

Miharu’s laughter carries over the water, and you realize that this – her happiness, her confidence, and every soft inch of her that you adore – is the real gift, for both of you.