Susan's Story #57 - Getting Ready

In this short entry, Susan stubbornly prepares to go out to visit college to go over the next few steps for her education.

Not the longest entry, but I feel it serves its main purpose to keep the whole college stuff in the story as well as setting something else up! Also not particularly fond of the scene, but I couldn't really come up with anything else that would fit this short story.

Folder for all the angles 

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24th of March 2016 - (5 days after #56)

Susan scrolled through the endless tweets from her bed, having already done her usual morning routine consisting of checking social platforms. She glanced the time in the top left corner.

Only 15 minutes before I have to catch my bus…

She knew from experience that 10 minutes was usually enough, if she hurried that is. Whenever she went to college, it often ended up like that. Susan found herself pondering the reason for that, but caught herself doing so. Before she actually only had 10 minutes left. With her bust being significantly bigger now, she didn’t want to risk being late for her appointment with her guidance counselor.

With a sigh, she tossed her phone to the side with the blanket following shortly after. Another sigh followed by a grunt as she used her legs like a crab to move herself closer to the edge. Bit by bit, she got closer with her breasts wobbling after the fact. Her decision to sleep with an oversized shirt became increasingly less and less of a viable option.

Finally at the edge, she let herself slide off the bed with her feet first. Once they made contact with the floor, she pushed herself up with the force of her legs. The swift motion caused her bust yet again to jiggle and wobble around. Normally she would smirk or chuckle at how big she’s gotten, but she really wasn’t in the mood now.

She pulled her shirt over her head by grabbing the fabric near her shoulders. Susan didn’t want to try to do the usual way of leaning forwards and letting gravity do the work, for the chance that gravity made her go to the ground instead. With the shirt tossed aside, she reached over for the bra, placed the cups over her mounds before pulling the shoulder straps through her arms. While always having one arm under all that weight to make sure they didn’t slip out. In a motion she has done countless times, she brought her hands to the clasps while keeping enough pressure under the cups. The last step was hooking all the clasps together. A number that kept rising as her bust continued to grow, now at five hooks. Nevertheless she managed to hook them all, her bra fitting snugly around her breasts. From her point of view she couldn’t see where her breasts met the cups, signaling that there’s quite a bit of overflow present. Susan had mostly come to terms with having to deal with that for the duration of the growth. It would after all, be quite expensive to keep buying bras that fit her developing bust.

She opted to wear the same shirt as yesterday, but putting on a different set of jeans. Susan figured she wouldn’t be out in college for very long anyway. While she reduced the amount of milk she produced significantly, she still had to be careful to not let them build up when she had no means of releasing all of it. Lest she be stuck inside the bathroom again, however this time without Nathan. What a boring time that would be.

Nevertheless, she absently-minded got her feet inside of the jeans. Her sense of balance being improved with her breasts mostly contained. Susan pulled them up to her hips and buttoned the top with some effort. Strangely enough, they felt snug. Way more snug than she expected. She gave them a spin, shaking her legs around for a bit. Bending down slightly. It was clearly noticeable the fabric was hugging her thighs. More than she remembered anyway, but she never really paid attention to it before. Susan shook her head, deciding it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She had a bus to catch after all.

Susan slid her card besides the machine, giving a confirming beep as she checked in. She gave the bus driver a gentle nod before finding a spot somewhere that’s relatively isolated from the rest. It was still relatively late in the rush hour so she sat down next to an older lady. Not that Susan really cared, she would just put in her earphones and let her mind drift away.

This time, she delved deeper into the thought she had before. Why was she so resisting so much to go to college? Even if it would bring clarity to the situation she’s in? Susan considered the sharp contrast between this morning and whenever she woke up to go to her part-time job. Was it because it reminded her of when they dropped the ball with the whole internship issue? Perhaps because she won’t be with Nathan as much anymore in college? Susan mentally shook her head, that wasn’t it either. She had this feeling before Nathan even told her about skipping half a year.

She gave up, this wasn’t something she could just figure out by herself. Especially not while already being frustrated by being in this position. Susan could find some solace in the fact that after this, after she played some games today, she will be in the pet store with chatty but super kind Lauren again. She’s got that to look forward to.