[clovis]

At precisely 4:00 A.M. Olive awoke. Even in the dark, the view that greeted her sleepy eyes made her smile. Likewise, she took satisfying comfort in how the weight of what made up that view pressed her deep into her dormitory mattress. But deeper still, something else lay buried- a feeling of shame and the impetus for her early rising.

Olive had found this odd hour the best suited for covert activities- one too late for the night owls, and too early for the early birds. Sighing out a long breath, she watched her great chest fall slightly before commencing with what was always the first of many attempts to get herself out of bed.

Olive was a pro at keeping herself quiet despite the exertions required to maneuver herself out from under all that wonderful weight. Sadly, her bed frame was not so considerate, and it creaked and moaned in opposition as she finally got to her feet.

Once upright, Olive gave her enormous sleep shirt a tug. Her prodigious front caused the oversized garment’s hem to fall at so dramatic an angle that her unmentionables were at risk of getting a mention.

In the dark Olive then went about silently collecting her things. As she made her way to the door she let out another long breath. Though Olive wore a bra at all times, even bound, her expansive chest was apt to rub against the doorframe. Quiet as a mouse, she slipped out unaware her nocturnal rituals were being observed with equal parts wonder and confusion by her roommate Aggie.

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