(This is a stub, and I'm looking for folks interested in continuing it! Intended themes include: Exhibitionism, slight weight gain, curves expansion, flirtation/romance, substance use)

It was an unusually warm summer the second year I lived in the outer sunset neighborhood in San Francisco. The outer sunset is just a few blocks from what is normally a gusty, foggy, somewhat cold beach called ocean beach, but this year had started off hot and muggy night after night.
Instead of going home, my buddies and I had started to make a habit of riding our bikes or taking public transit directly to the beach after work instead of stopping at home. Someone would buy drinks along the way, some else would bring something to grill over the bonfire, someone would have enough weed on them to share around for those who partook, and if one of those was untrue we could always lean on a delivery service. It became a community, a recurring party of sorts. And just like a good party, it started to collect it’s own momentum, pulling in onlookers who stopped by to see what was going on, or friends-of-friends who came once, and they became regulars after a few nights.
We’d been enjoying this nightly ritual for a few weeks when Anna stopped by for the first time, on a Tuesday night walk after a lackluster online date. She also lived just a few blocks away and was out for a brief lonely walk on the beach, and wandered over to see what the bright fire and low music was about. We cajoled her into sticking around long enough for a beer, which became three, and by the end of the evening she was regaling us with all the missteps her date had made earlier that night, cementing himself a spot in online dating hell. She was clearly enjoying her moment in the warmth of the conversational spotlight, basking in it as if it was a totally new experience for her.
With the fire out, I offered to walk her home as we lived in the same direction and just a block or two away. It was on that late night walk home I got a little more of her story: 23, just in her first year in the city, a software developer and used to fending off interested men left and right because of her skills in a male-dominated field, and a long-time dancer (hip hop and ballet) and marathon runner up until her move to SF. She’d been planning to get back into it once she hit a rhythm with her new job but hadn’t gotten there yet.
We said our good nights as we passed her house, and I invited her to come join us on any given day, explaining it was a chaotic and fairly reliable meetup that just kinda came together. We ended with “I’ll see you around, then.”
After a week, Anna had become a regular. The low-pressure appeal of having it be such a relaxed group of relatively evenly-split men and women mean she could let her guard down in a way she hadn’t been able to before - a few drinks, a gorgeous sunset, some barbeque, and she’d be recounting stories of dance competitions and lightly flirting with anyone who crossed her conversational path.
A lifetime of being chased meant that she knew what she had going for her: a surprisingly tall-seeming 5’ 8” hourglass figure that framed her trim abs neatly between a pair of swaying hips and C-cup boobs that seemed tailor-made for the tops she wore. Green eyes peeking out from under thick brown slightly wavy hair, and a delicately pointed nose showing off an occasional freckle in the summer sun.
Her first Friday with us was a particularly hot evening and once everyone had gotten their fill of dinner and drinks, someone made a big stink about how we should all get in the water to make the most of our Fridays. No one went naked, but most stripped down to their underwear and sprinted for the beach. I had been enjoying the relaxed friendship developing between Anna and I as her informal guide to our never ending summer party, only it was her pushing me this time!
Already down to her bra and thong, the playful push she gave me made her boobs jiggle gently in her black as she teased “what, are you afraid you’re gonna show us all up Mr. Competitive Swimmer?” Her eyes sparkled, a hint of hunger ingrained in her tease…did she really want my shirt off that badly?
We played in the freezing waves intermittently, running up on short multiple times to catch the remaining warmth from the setting sun. I always found myself running into her as I came back in for more, or her always right on my heels as I sprinted out of the water, showing off her athleticism as she leaped over the smaller waves.
Returning to the fire side by side, I let my arm casually drape around her waist mid-conversation, expecting a push-off and some teasing, but instead she leaned against me without a break in her sentences until we separated to hunt down our clothing and get dressed. Another couple beers around the fire to warm up and dry off as the sky darkened, and someone started passing a joint.
She’d never smoked before and admitted as such when the joint reached her. Her seating neighbor walked her through it, and after a coughing fit to remember she was giggling at everything. She downed her beer and opened another before picking up a plate of leftover barbeque and just say in quiet bliss ploughing through it, listening to conversation from others and staring into the fire. I walked her home again, supporting her as she stumbled occasionally, my arm around her waist, and bid her a warm goodnight once I confirmed she could get her door unlocked.
As the next few weeks went by, Anna found more reasons to wear less clothing, often showing up with a bikini on under her work clothes, or declaring it too hot for tops when it wasn’t quite that hot. She soaked up and grew comfortable with the attention from the group, sassily flirting and teasing back and forth with anyone who dared. After that first night of smoking, it became a regular thing, always resulting in another couple beers and a large second helping of dinner to quench her thirst and the munchies. And finally, the walk home with her, arm around her waist, gently flirting the whole way.
After maybe 6 weeks of Anna, I had to miss a week for a work trip that sent me out of town, but I went straight to the beach after getting off the plan around dinner time on the Friday I got back. Anna, already in a bikini, already wet from a quick dip, already buzzed, sprinted for me to welcome me back, and I wasn’t quite prepared for what I saw.
Had this been a trend the whole time? Was I just noticing it now? I had seen her in this bikini top before (lime green, top shaped like a bra, bottoms essentially a wide thong), but it had been at least a few weeks and it fit her differently now. Her boobs we compressed together, and bulging above the top of the cups, jiggling gently with her deft steps in the sand. There was a squish to her hips that the side bands of the bottoms showed off in a way I’d never noticed before. Her chest pressed against me with a broad, soft pressure when we hugged that left me positive her boobs had gotten noticeably bigger. And as she turned around and lead me back to the fire, her ass had a side-to-side jiggle that I couldn’t look away from. Anna had gotten thiccer, in all the best ways.
Leaving for a week must have helped me notice the change in a way I hadn’t seen before. The several-beers-a-night and daily post-dinner munchies must be a substantial change to her relatively solitary lifestyle since we’d met, but she either hadn’t noticed or was totally fine with the effects her new lifestyle had on her figure. If anything, her flirting and propensity to show off her figure had only continued its slow ramp since joining our friend group.
That night, I watched as she smoked up like a pro, housed a surprising amount of pizza with still-polite but unbridled enthusiasm, and then downed an entire beer before cracking a second to sip on more slowly, all still without a thought to wearing something over her lime green bikini. Her washboard stomach still showed some definition around her abs, but there was now a wonderfully feminine softness to it, amplified by the way her waistband dug in ever so slightly below her belly button. And those boobs! I could swear they were pushing her underwire up off her chest whenever she leaned forward even slightly, and still the top was losing it’s battle at trying to keep them from climbing out over the upper edges of the cups.
She was way ahead of me in beer drinking that night, so I was surprised when she came to find me well before things were wrapping up for the group. “Ready to walk me home?” She asked, one eyebrow raised. I simply smiled and held out my arm as if it was already on her hip, and with one skip she slipped herself into it and leaned against me so firmly I almost lost my balance. Giggling and stumbling together as we regained our footing, I realized I had gripped her hip much harder than on our casual walks, and I’d gotten a handful of soft warm hip that didn’t match the old mental model I had of her as a lithe, overly fit dancer/runner. I gripped it again and pulled her against me as she chuckled a low, sassy chuckle and swatted at my chest. “I‘ve missed my walks home with you,” she quipped.
As we reached her house, she stepped away and caught my hand to pull me in for deep, long hug - the kind where we were in contact for the full length of our bodies. Again, I felt the surprisingly broad, firm pressure of her boobs pressing into me as if she was trying to amplify their affect, and my left hand drooped such that my fingertips were resting on the top of her ass curve, another warm, soft-to-the-touch sensation I wouldn’t have expected when she was new to the group. Embarrassingly, I started to harden against upper pelvis, positive she could feel it given how little clothing was between us…but she wouldn’t release the hug, just rested her head on my shoulder for another few seconds as I tried to keep from hardening too much.
She broke the hug slowly, as if entering a long, slow stretch, and stepped back, looking me up and down with half-closed eyes. “I could get used to this” she let out slowly, before turning and slowly walking up her front steps to unlock her door. As the key clicked, she turned, smirked at me, and held eye contact with me for a good few seconds over her shoulder before pushing the door open, entering her house, and closing it softly behind her.