Bikini Sakuya (Patreon)

Sakuya had never owned a real bikini before.

Her reasons for avoiding this iconic style were numerous, but they could be largely summarised in two words: "Nothing" and "Fits".

Her relationship with bathingsuits and food to this point in life had been rather...complicated. Maybe it was from her perception of her position as the head maid of the Scarlet Devil Mansion having to always be prim and proper or her numerous cooking and subsequent tasting duties that lead her to always trying to cover up the ever encroaching bulge of her belly. One hour of sewing later and any burst seams were patched up good as new, like a trap constantly being reset and awaiting for new fat to burst through once again.

It wasn't just her escalating poundage that influenced her choice of potential swimwear. Having vampires for mistresses didn't necessarily mean she went to places beneath the blazing sun so the beaches of Gensokyo weren't areas she visited often. On the few occasions she went to collect shells for her mistress' whims, she noticed a girl with breasts underneat the fabric of her swimwear. Envy gripped the maid as she stared down at her moderately sized chest, thinking how much more fitting that outfit would look on her if only she could 'wish' her breasts larger.

They weren't small by any means, but the price she paid for her delicate cups came in the form of her expansive belly region. After years of perfecting her sweets making talents up to three times a day, she felt self-concious about wearing anythign that exposed part of her midriff ouside of the mansion where she commanded respect. Attempting to suck in her gut was well beyond her at her size but she found herself doing it in public as naturally as breathing. Who would want to see a maid with her belly hanging out like that after all?

Modesty it would seem would eventaully give way to fashion as she learned that her interpretations of what best represented the mansion and its denizens was changing. Bored with their run of the mill activities, their mistress had an indoor pool installed within the mansion grounds where they could simulate the effects of the summer beach without dissolving into dust. Naturally, this meant swimsuits which revealed much and left little to the imagination.

Such orders to follow suit were absolute for the head maid who donned her tight fitting garments as her less securely contained assets were allowed to flop where they wished. It was a new sensation for her to simply allow herself to exhale and free her rolls from their fabric confines. The water felt cool as it lapped against the edges of her chunky thighs and splashed against the underside of her gut as she sat at the water's edge to watch over her mistress as she played.

Good food was of course always present for such outings and even an indoor pool party meant themed treats for the summer season. It was while sucking down two of the frozen popsicles she had made the night before that she realized that buying and wearing her first bikini was neither about having anythign that actually 'fit' or avoiding things because there was 'nothing' to wear. It was about realizing that she was comfortable in her body and all its extra rolls, each paler than the moonlight which reflected off of them.

At the end of the day, she would go back to wearing her usual maid uniform, but for now she would allow herself to enjoy the warm water and tasty snacks while she anticipated where the first big tear would make itself known as her weight continued to climb through the summer season.