So Sexy, It Overflows

    "Ooh, girl, you SEXY~!" Rainflower cheered as Morgan finally put on a two piece swim suit. It was a lengthy process too, and she was enjoying the fruits of her labor. Morgan, being a plus-sized girl, generally preferred swimwear with more coverage--specifically a fishing shirt and men's swim trunks--believing anything that exposed any more skin was a horrible violation of social order. Of course, Rain always flipped the bird to social order and wished Morgan would do the same every once in a while.

    How Rainflower was able to get Morgan into the bikini was a very roundabout process.
        1) Invite Morgan to go shopping with her for swimwear
        2) After Rain tried some bikinis and made a purchase, walk with Morgan for a bit
        3) COINCIDENTALLY walk past the new women's fashion store that catered to the more robust of the breed
        4) Convince Morgan to at least look around
        5) Let Morgan try on a few one pieces Rain picked out, each a little skimpier than the next
        6) Convince her to try on a bikini, assuring her that they don't have to purchase it

    "Thanks..." Morgan tried and failed miserably at containing her pleasure, and it wasn't just because her hair shown the brilliant violet of happiness. Being given a genuine compliment about her appearance always brought some of the brightest smiles to the girl's face (and Rain knew it was because her friend's mother seldom had anything positive to say about her own daughter, especially when it came to her appearance). 

    "Let me take a picture," Rain insisted.

    "Use my phone," Morgan stated firmly, slipping her phone out of the pocket of the skirt she was wearing moments ago. They weren't 6th graders anymore but Rain was still a tricky little minx. 

    "Fine." Her friend obliged, feeling a pang of envy despite herself as she took the picture. Rain had hardly developed very much since middle school. Why Morgan felt the need to contain her bountiful breasts and piping hot buns--hell, even her comely tummy--was beyond Rain's comprehension. If she had at least 30% of what Morgan had, Rain would flaunt it all like there was no tomorrow.

    After the picture was taken, a chime went off, notifying Morgan that she had gotten a text message. "See who that is. It might be my sister," Morgan requested as she set to work slipping out of the bikini.

    "It's 'Juicebox'," Rain smirked when she opened the message. "So, by 'juice box' does that mean....?" She made a gesture with her hand and her mouth.

    "NO! I cannot believe that's where your mind goes!"

    "Do you know me?"

    Morgan sighed in exasperation. "Me and Juice don't do that kind of stuff. I want to take things nice and slow and he understands and doesn't try to force anything on me."

    "So you two are still in the holding-hands and hugging stage?" How do two people in love go so long without kissing? Rain could recall the days when her parents had split up (not divorced; just living separately) and how her dad would call out for his wife in his sleep while kissing his pillow. Of course, there's nothing wrong with boundaries and having them respected, but a couple should be allowed to have some fun. 

    "Well, I mean... we... tried to kiss the other day," Morgan admitted as she slipped her shirt over her head (most likely to hide whatever color her hair was), "but then his mom walked in and reminded us to keep his bedroom door open...even though it was already wide open anyways." 

    "Wow!" Cock-blocked by the old lady.

    "Yeah. Anyways, what did Juice say?"

    "Hmm? Oh; he just asked if you found any good swimsuits and if there's any good sales going on. He might wanna buy himself some new trunks soon," Rain reported, glancing back at the phone in her hand. "Should I send him the picture we just took?" Maybe spice things up in your bland-as-Hell relationship?

    "No; I'll answer him in a minute. I'm almost done getting dressed." 

    "Oops. I sent it." Rainflower declared dryly, feigning guilt. It was evil of her to think so, but it helped to have a friend that couldn't detect things like sarcasm and rhetoric. It was always a fun way to mess with Morgan or otherwise playfully tease her. 

    "WHO DID YOU SEND IT TO?!" Morgan exclaimed stupidly, absolutely mortified. She was barely comfortable having Rain be in the same dressing room as her as it is.

    Elsewhere, Juice opened the message from his girlfriend and felt his face become inflamed. He knew damn well that he had probably the sexiest girl as his girlfriend, but seeing so much of her all at once...

    I will guard this with my LIFE, the young man resolved. No doubt the show of skin was a HUGE leap in a show of trust. Juice would dare not expose this side of his girlfriend to anyone. 
 
    "Hey Juice," Morgan greeted her boyfriend, calling him immediately after reprimanding Rain for being so careless with her personal photos.

    "Hello~" he replied, more chipper than usual (and for good reason).

    "So, about that picture... my friend sent it to you by accident. I'm really sorry."

    "You don't have to apologize." Dare he say it?... At the moment, he was willing to take the risk. "I... thought you looked really nice... In the bikini." 

    "...really?"

    "Yeah. But, you know, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I don't want you to feel like you HAVE to wear it. You wear what makes you comfortable--that's the most important thing."

    "...so... if I were to possibly... PURCHASE that bikini and.... maybe wear it when we go to the pool... how would you feel about that?"

    "If you're happy to wear it, I'll be happy for you." I might have to buy roomier swim trunks though.

    "It wouldn't make you feel... embarrassed... with your girlfriend showing so much? Especially me. I have a lot to show."

    "Nah! Of course not. Everyone would get to see what a beautiful girlfriend I have."

    "...okay. I'll think about it some." Morgan replied offhandedly, glancing at the bikini that had been replaced on its hanger. "Talk to you later?"

    "Sure. Bye bye, my cute bikini pie." Juice hung up before another word could be said.

    "Did he seriously just call you 'bikini pie'?" Rain smirked. And I thought MY dad was lame when he came up with cute nicknames.

    "Yes, he did." Morgan seemed quite proud of the new nickname.

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 Pocharimochi (kinda) challenged me to draw some more plus-sized girls as I'm pretty well-versed in drawing plus-sized men, and since Morgan is my only naturally plus-sized girl ATM, I decided to draw something when she's more in her teenage years.

At this point in her life, I like to think things are better for Morgan   She has better people in her life and she's a bit more confident in her skin. However, because she and Juice are dating, she's gotten some BS from jealous b*tches at school about how she and Juice don't "look right" together--her being a tall plus-sized gal and him being an even taller and athletic pretty boy Because, you know, only the most popular girls can date the most popular guys in school.

She loves Juice and knows he loves her, but she doesn't want him to feel embarrassed when they are together, so she tries to spare him the "shame"

I'm sure after Morgan struts her sexy stuff in a bikini with Juice, it'll help alleviate the feelings of shame and they can show their love for each other without giving a sh*t about what others think