Susan's Story #59 - Newfound Curves

Already talked about some of the ideas behind #58 and this one here but yeah. More Susan looking at her reflection. 😎

Folder with angles as well.

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9th of April 2016 - (12 days after #58) 

With her bra fitting rather snugly around her bust, Susan stretched her arms around a bit. A big yawn escaped her mouth, all the work from that week taking a toll on her energy levels. She was looking forward to a full weekend of relaxation. One that she could spend with Nathan, as it has been far too long ago.

She saw Lucky still sleeping on her chair so she walked over and carefully kneeled down. Susan petted him lightly, his eyes sprung open followed by a high pitched purr as his greeting. 

“Heey, good morning Lucky.” She pet across his back several times as he stretched out his legs. He packed himself up again and closed his eyes. It seemed like he wanted a bit more sleep before tackling the day.

Susan got back up, walked to the wardrobe and opened it up. She picked out another pair of denim jeans, one she hadn’t worn in a while. She carefully got her feet through the jeans one by one, all that was left was pulling it up.

But that was no easy task, as it got completely stuck halfway down her thighs.

“...Not this shit again.” 

She tried her relatively new habit of shaking her legs while tugging up. No dice, her patience started to grow thin. Her attempts over the weeks have grown more and more frantic, today she jumped about, violently tugging on her jeans. She felt her thighs jiggling as the fabric tried to compress it all. With the sheer weight of her growing bust, Susan lost her balance briefly during one of the jumps. She recovered quickly from it, the adrenaline spike definitely making her wide awake.

“Oookay fuck this.” While her jeans were only halfway up, she put on a simple shirt and waddled awkwardly down the stairs. Susan had to see what was causing the jamming. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw her father about to greet her. But paused at the relatively odd sight of her. She simply threw a nasty glance at her father and entered the bathroom. As Susan locked the door behind her, she already felt bad. I’ll apologize later. As for now…

She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. With a determined mind and a rushing heart, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

“Right. Boobs too big.” She whispered to herself. With a sigh Susan reached around the bottom curve of her bra. With some force she tried her best to pull it up. It gave enough room for her to glance at her stomach in the mirror. However, she did not like what she saw.

As she rotated to her side, it was clear that there was a definite pudge coming from her stomach. Completely baffled by the fact, she used one hand to feel the newfound softness. The fat flowing around her fingers, wobbling up and down as she moved her hand. Susan realized that her thighs suffered the same fate as well, giving her front view a much more curvier posture.

“How the fuck?? How did I miss this?!” She whispered aggressively as her fingers stroked the unfamiliar area. Some parts felt slightly smoother than others. Intrigued, she narrowed her eyes to determine why it felt different. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes spotted the narrow stripes.

“Are those… S-s-s-tr-stretchmarks?!” The fact sank deep through her heart, she never thought she would ever worry about that. Only a possibility when she was in the midst of starting a family, but definitely not way before it. It did confirm that the growth was very recent and had crept up on her.

As those thoughts ran through her mind, she took a moment to dig through her memories of the past few weeks. Susan did eat a lot of tasty food in the month that she’s been working at the pet store for Lauren, but it wasn’t anything new to her. She never had to care about what she ate, until now apparently.

But then it hit her. She reduced her milk production a while ago in an attempt to pull back on her masturbation, as well as making sure she wouldn’t run into leaking problems while working. While her production went down, her eating habits didn’t. All those excess calories going straight to her body, especially her stomach and thighs.

“Argh… But then… how did I not notice it until now?” Susan looked down at her breasts and sighed. As the weeks passed, they spilled out more and more by the day. She shook her head as she realized she must have been just too focused on them. Her body had been growing in more ways than one, but her breasts definitely took center stage.

She dropped her hands, letting her bra rest back to where it was prior. Susan waved her arms around, trying to alleviate some of the pain that had been building up during that time. Susan could handle her breasts growing again, she mostly learned how to deal with that, but gaining weight so rapidly? That was just too much.

“Okay screw this.” She put on her shirt again and stormed out of the bathroom. Figuring her father was downstairs, she called down to him.

“Dad?”

A distant voice replied. “Yeah?” 

“Can I use the treadmill?”

“Uuuh… sure? Go ahead.”

“Okay great, thanks!”

With newfound determination Susan ran up the stairs, holding her bra to dampen the bounces. She was about to execute her master plan.