Susan goes to the celebration

She was startled that she managed to get the dress on her. Susan had hoped that by now she might have done enough to go home, but it was hard to tell and maybe she needed to celebrate with the villagers to finish her quest. So she struggled into the too-small garment and stepped out of the building into the village square, where the entire population was gathered by torchlight, eating, drinking and dancing to the lively music that a quartet were playing in one corner.

Susan felt herself blushing at her appearance- the dress was not long enough for a formal gown, coming to an end around her calves, above her bare feet. The waistline was sitting too high, around her ribs. The shiny light blue material clung to her as if painted, squeezing her breasts and causing her nipples to poke through in two prominent points. The back was laced up but barely, the strings at the end of their lengths, and her buttocks stuck out and ruined the lines if the outfit. On her head Susan wore a garland of flowers and leaves one of the village girls had given her which should had been a pleasant rustic touch, but given the ill-fitting garment it just added to her appearance of playing dress-up.

The villagers cheered at Susan and she smiled but dare not wave in case the dress could not take the movement. She made her way carefully, taking shallow breaths, to a place reserved for her at the top table. The villagers already at the table stood as she approached, showing deference to their former queen.

"Thank you," Susan acknowledged them, "but we all won this victory together. I don't think any of us needs to get too big for our..." She reached her chair and sat, causing a harsh ripping noise, "...I was going to say britches." She trailed off, examining her dress and finding a split seam under her left arm. The tightness of the garment caused her flesh to bulge through like a sausage splitting its casing, she knew it would be impossible to hide unless to kept her arm down all night.

"Some bread, your highness?" A servant girl offered Susan a basket.

"No, thank you." Susan replied, afraid that the slightest extra food in her body would be the final straw for her dress. She was feeling very hungry though, the two sprites she had followed for most of the day had not offered her anything.

"Some wine, then." Another servant girl filled her goblet. Susan had turned eighteen twice now, once when she grew up in Narnia before and once in the real world, she had never had wine at home but often at Cair Paravel.

"Thank you." She said, lifting the goblet.

She got it halfway to her mouth and was then jerked to a stop. The long sleeves of the dress and its bodice were so restrictive that she was unable to bend her arm enough. She gently tried to ease it round, but could feel the material straining.

The villagers around her had stopped with their own cups raised, waiting for her. Susan felt many eyes watching for her to give a signal it was okay, and they would not stop unless she did. With a jerk, Susan pulled the goblet towards her face.

Red wine splashed across her, and at the same time she felt material parting around her elbow, as the entire sleeve split apart and hung in two halves joined only at her shoulder and wrist.

"Oops." Susan exclaimed.

"Here, let me help you." The serving girl took Susan's goblet and set it on the table, then whipped a cloth from her waistband and began to dab at Susan's face.

"No, it's okay..." Susan tried to say around the cloth, "You don't need to..."

There was a snapping sound as the laces of the dress broke, and the front panel dropped suddenly, Susan's full breasts bursting free. She gasped, as did the servant girl at the unexpected appearance of the naked chest.

"Oh, crikey!" Susan grabbed at the front and pulled, but the dress would not shift. As much as she wriggled and tugged it was too tight to get her breasts back into. Her wriggling took a toll on the seams though, as a split opened up under her right arm to match the left. Despite the multiple rips in her bodice, it still clung together in enough crucial places that she could not adjust it and restore any dignity.

"Maybe I should go..." Susan began, standing up and making her way from the table.

At that moment the band started up a particularly jaunty tune and most of the village got up to dance. Susan found herself taken by both hands, leaving no way to cover her chest, and pulled into a dance circle. She was twirled around and passed from person to person in an elaborate movement she could barely keep up with, following a line of village girls doing the same. In seconds she was feeling dizzy as the wine and lack of food hit her, and the people dancing around her became a blur.

One of the men she was dancing between missed her hand on a grab, catching her intact sleeve instead, and as Susan staggered away from him the sleeve was torn off and he remained holding it.

As Susan completed a circuit of the square the music sped up and so did the dancers, she could barely keep up and found herself bumped from behind, the girl directly behind her connecting her foot to Susan's backside at least twice, apparently by accident.

One more spin, and Susan suddenly felt a loosening around the waist of the dress, she saw stitches parting and her pale skin underneath and then her dress had no skirt, the blue material falling away and disappearing into the crowd. At this, the ragged top half also gave up and Susan was reduced to the short white bloomers she had been given. Unfortunately these were sized similarly to the dress and were clinging to the curve of her buttocks and indecently short.

Villagers cheered at the sight of Susan now reduced once again to her underwear. Susan felt her cheeks burning with shame as the whirling mass of people laughed and jeered at her.