Susan #78 - One's Reduction

Part 2 of the wedding! Already a sneak preview of what her dress looks like, but other than that a pretty serious topic. One that I feel is a bit taboo around here, considering that bigger is usually the goal. Me and (pretty much my right hand now) GhostPlasma saw a good opportunity to flesh Susan out a bit more, now that she's near the end of a chapter in her life. As well as saying our piece about it, kinda. Which just basically boils down to 'huge tiddy good, but huge & happy is better'.

I'm rambling a bit now, but one final but important thing to mention. This is I believe the first Susan entry that's not written by me, I wasn't particularly looking forward to writing it but GhostPlasma came in to help. 🤗

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June 20, 2017 - (Same day as #77)

Getting dressed in front of her mom, two of her aunts and her niece, all of them touching her here, and pressing on her there, pushed her limits of comfort. Susan had been surprised with how far she had come, to not have immediately broken down in tears at everyone’s attention. Becca had gone to check on things a while ago as her mom and her other aunt saw to the final preparations.

Susan’s mother held Susan out in her arms. “You look beautiful dear... I can’t believe how it’s come to this.” Susan couldn’t help but blush at her mothers words. The dress was tight and it made it really hard to move, not to mention all of her cleavage that was visible. But she couldn’t help but feel a little comforted by it.

Becca came in looking around the room. “Annika, one of the delivery boys needs a signature.”

Susan’s mother gave her a final squeeze on her shoulders, smiling, then turned, hurrying out the door.

“Looking great Susan!” Becca gave a thumbs up and slipped out the door following her older sister.

Susan’s other aunt walked over to her, rolling her eyes. “Always following Annika around, bouncing off the walls. It’s a wonder she ever managed to settle down.” She smirked. “I do wish I could have her free spirit though. I always sort of envied her for that growing up... Here, hold still please.” She slipped a pearl necklace onto Susan.

“Was it always like this aunt Alysa? My mom being so... eccentric?” Susan asked.

“Hmm... Yes. I believe so, your mother has always been fairly driven, but prone to loosing perspective.” She chuckled. “ Becca never had any perspective to begin with.” She paused for a moment leaning in. “Sometimes I wonder if Michelle has too much perspective for her own good.” Her eyes flitted to the girl Michelle, who was sitting on the couch in the corner of the room looking at her phone. Her smile tightening slightly.

Susan turned slightly, as much as her tightened torso could and put her hand on her aunt’s arm. “What’s wrong?”

Alysa sighed. “I think she’s getting picked on at school. I was always the... most well endowed of my sisters. I’m so proud that both you and Michelle have inherited that as well. The other day she came to me and asked if she could have a breast reduction. I worry that the kids at school are starting to get to her before she can fully bloom into a beautiful woman as you have.” She nodded her head over to Michelle. “Do... do you think you could maybe talk to her? You might be able to get through to her, be a role model for what she would be missing out on.”

Susan wasn’t sure how to respond but she nodded. Alysa smiled and patted her on the back. “You look beautiful,  Nathan’s a lucky man. I’ll get out of your way.” She said with a wink walking out of the room.

Susan was left awkwardly in the center of the room, with Michelle in the corner of the room, a quiet tapping coming from her phone. Susan turned over to the mirror. She was suddenly very conscious of the weight of her breasts pulling on her bra and dress, slightly spilling over the top of the dress. She absently pressed into her breasts with her hands, slightly adjusting both the dress and her bra underneath. “Huh... maybe I should have asked for a less revealing dress...” She muttered under her breath.

“They suit you.” a voice said, from across the room.

Susan was pulled from her muttering. Looking over at Michelle, who had put her phone down and was intently looking at her. She blushed at the remark, more than she had managed before.

“Ah, thanks... ” Despite being cousins, because they lived so far away, it had been years since Susan has last seen Michelle and her older sister. Susan wasn’t sure how to interact with her, so she awkwardly walked over to the couch where she was sitting down. Susan took a seat far enough away so that she could turn to face her cousin.

It was slightly unnerving how similar Michelle looked like her mother, short black hair, and a thin frame; though apparently it ran in their family. Michelle’s breasts were much larger than her mothers though and jutted out from her thin frame, she looked a lot like Susan had before she had gained some weight. She had taken to the blue theme of Susan’s wedding and her dress was a fantastic swirl of Ultramarine marbled in sky blue. The dress though was stretched across her chest, large sections of her bra visible, her breasts bulged out the top of the sturdy beige support, revealing nearly a foot of cleavage. They filled her lap, nearly as large as Susan’s own pair.

“My mom worries that if I go through with the reduction, that I may come to regret it. She wants me to just let it play out, that maybe I’ll come to like it.”

Susan eyes went wide. She wasn’t sure if she could bring it up to begin with, and she definitely wasn’t prepared to talk about something like this.

Michelle smiled. “Don’t worry. My mom has been trying to talk me out of it for a while now.” She leaned her head back on the couch, turning to Susan. “You’re the first girl I’ve met who’s bustier than me.”

Susan reactively touched her breasts. Amazed at how similar in size they were, though her own were definitely larger.

“Though probably not for long.”

Susan tried to swallow her nervousness, to try and reach out to her cousin. “Are you getting picked on at school because of it?” Susan felt her stomach tighten into a knot with the memories of when she was of her age.

Michelle seemed to notice Susan’s discomfort and straightened up. “Oh! Oh no it’s... it’s nothing like that.” She said waiving her hands in front of her. As Susan calmed down she seemed to give it more of a thought. “To be honest I just don’t really like having large breasts.”

Michelle looked down to her breasts, crossing her arms underneath them as she hugged herself. “I’ve given this a lot of thought you know... I mean... How can I not? Some girls say they forget that their breasts are even there, like how you don’t notice you can see your nose. But every day I wake up to this... pressure, and as I get up I feel this awkward weight hanging off me like some mockery of an anchor. And as I go throughout my day it’s always in the corner of my mind, nagging at me.”

“I constantly feel like I can’t be... me... with these things in the way. The clothes I like? Don’t fit. The sports I like? Can’t do those, without feeling like the weight of them will rip my top off or like I’m carrying a bag of bricks with me at all times.” Michelle braced her hands against the couch, clenching her fists, her eyes reddening as she stared daggers at herself in the mirror across the room.

Susan scooted herself closer, acting on instinct. She started to gently rub her back. “If you don’t feel like you can be you as you are, then who do you want to be?” She faltered.. “I’m sorry... I mean like...”

Michelle looked to Susan “No, I understand what you meant to say.” she paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts. “I don’t want to wake up in the morning and feel like I’m suffocating. I don’t want to look at myself in the mirror and see my own saggy breasts instead of my belly. I don’t want to feel like I can’t do something just because I have to take considerations for parts of my body I can’t control. I know that last one is selfish, but like... If you’re overweight, you can do something about that right? But I can’t. I can’t get rid of these if I don’t like them. Not on my own.” She smiled and chuckled “I don’t want to have to dowse my bra in half a bottle of talcum powder every day just so I don’t have to get that sweaty feeling between by breasts.”

She looked at Susan who couldn’t help but smile at her own experiences with coming out of the bathroom so white she feared Nathan would think she had died and was among the undead.

“When I go back to school at the end of summer, I want to go back and be free to do whatever I want to. To not be limited by something I can change. These next few years I want to enjoy the best that I can. And hopefully many years beyond that. I kind of envy my sister for that. The last time you saw her was when we were all kids, but unlike me, her breasts stayed pretty small despite being your age.”

Michelle looked across the mirror, back at herself. Her hand creeping over to Susan’s leg where she held on, steadying herself. “I just want to be me... nothing more.”

Susan let her hand slide from Michelle’s back. “Then I think you know what you want, and who you want to be.”

She looked back at Susan and smiled. “Thanks.”

Susan was slightly confused. “For what? I didn’t exactly do much...”

Michelle jumped up from the couch, spinning on one leg to face Susan. Her breasts heaved themselves as she did so, nearly pulling her off balance as she landed. She nearly stumbled but caught her balance just in time. “For being here, and actually listening to me.”

For what seemed the hundredth time that day Susan felt herself blush.

As Michelle was about to walk out of the room she paused. Turning to Susan. “Do you like your breasts?”

Susan tried to look back at the past several years. “I think that... I felt embarrassed by them at first, I felt very similar to what you described just now. But... over the years they’ve become a part of who I am. And in a weird way, something that has helped me be who I am. As some sort of testament of what I’ve been through, as weird as that might sound. They’ve been a source of comfort and security when I’ve felt at my absolute lowest. I... I can’t imagine my life without them.”

Michelle thought for a moment. “Yeah. Like I said. They suit you. I really wish my sister could have made it. I feel like the two of you would have really gotten along well.”