Hot Air Helia

One magnificently warm sunny day, with the sky a beautiful hue of blue and devoid of clouds, a group of balloonists gathered in the local park. Interested in watching the colorful big hot air and helium balloons rise into the clear afternoon sky, two female friends and I walked to the park. We took some blankets to lay out on while we watched the event. It was such a wonderful warm day that we wore our swim suits and shorts figuring all three of us could catch some sun.

At the park, we sat out and watched the balloonists lay out their equipment and the deflated canopies of the multi-colored hot air balloons. "Hey! I think I know that guy," announced my friend Arlene, pointing at a young man adjusting things in one of the wood-thatch baskets nearby. All three of us got up and went over to say hello.

From his eyes darting from each of us girls, I could tell he was getting a big thrill. Arlene and my other friend, Wendi, were in their bikini tops and jean shorts. I was just in my one-piece lacy pink bathing suit. My two girl friends had the figures to nicely contain themselves in two-piece suits. I had a few extra pounds including a rather abnormally large bust (compared to my friends and about every other girl I knew) which warranted a supportive one-piece.

"What's that for?" I said pointing at an attached contraption stationed above the center of the gondola. "That's the thing that keeps the balloon afloat," the guy replied. "It controls the amount of helium filling the balloon. Most of the balloons work on hot air, but this one's helium."

I smiled, taking his word for it because I surely was no balloon expert. "How nice."

The guy offered to buy us all an ice cream, and Arlene and Wendi followed the guy to an ice cream stand across the field. I stayed behind, obviously more interested in the balloon.

I climbed into the gondola, testing its sturdiness. Standing in the center of the thing was like standing in a large woven basket. Rummaging about the basket, my arm accidentally snagged a hose that was hanging in my way and yanked it out from wherever it had been attached. One end hung limply before my face while its other end was connected to the contraption above my head. Thinking to have a little fun, I put the limp end of the hose in my mouth and placed my right hand on a lever, pretending I was pulling the lever to release the air and inflate myself like a big hot air balloon.

I was caught by surprise when the lever in my hand pulled down easily and a loud blast of air met my ears as the hose in my mouth grew taut. My eyes grew wide and my cheeks puffed out as air rushed from the tanks of the contraption, through the hose and into my lungs. The sudden surprise force of the air rushing into me made me stumble back, still with the hose in my mouth, my hand leaving the lever in the wide open position.

Oh no, I thought in alarm, what's happening?!

I felt a shiver rush over me. It went from my throat to my toes then traveled all the way back up, settling in my chest. An increasing pressure built within me. I felt my nipples pop up and, with hose in my mouth and air still rushing in, glanced down at my chest. Oh no! Oh no! my mind cried out. My...my breasts are blowing up like balloons!

Placing my hands on my stretching bathing suit top, I actually felt the air rushing into my bloating boobs. There was a gentle rumble, trembling within them. I gave my swelling breasts a little squeeze, feeling their tautness, like overfilled balloons. I ran my hands over my enlarging bust feeling their roundness and firmness. They grew larger, and larger, and larger.

Suddenly I felt a twinge of pain around my arms. My suit was too small to contain my growing breasts! I winced as the material around my arms stretched outwards but pinched against the back of my shoulders. The fairly elastic suit could contain a nice sized K-cup bosom, but was quickly reaching its limits.

Oh gawd, my suit is going to explode! My boobs are getting too big! I cried within my head, not able to speak with the hose in my mouth.

I tried to spit the hose out, but it was so big and long and rigid, and it was pressed against an upright portion of the gondola, lodged there. The force of the air coming through the tubing was overwhelmingly powerful, and me, being lodged against the basket rail…I couldn't muster the strength to fight it. I realized that was the least of my problems as, with a loud RIP!, the top of my bathing suit tore in half, shred like a blown tire, and dropped to hang loosely at my sides. My inflating breasts, freed at last, shot outward and expanded in all directions, gaining a sudden colossal amount of girth.

I grasped the edge of the gondola, forced up against it with increasing power, and held on as my boobs ballooned up larger and larger and larger. With eyes still wide in amazement, I watched my huge naked breasts expand against the supports that held the contraption above my head. The lightweight metal was chilly and I felt my nipples tingle--which, at this time, hadn't enlarged with the rest of my bulging bust. Oooh! I spoke too soon! I thought in shock, as the surging air within my boobs suddenly added itself to my nipples. It was like the rising of my nipples invited the air to hit them. My poor little nipples suddenly elongated and fattened into two large pink nubs the size of 12 ounce soup cans.

"Mmmphf! Mmphf!" I struggled with the hose stuck in my mouth. I couldn't reach the lever to shut the air off, and my giant breasts were beginning to strain against the confines of the gondola cage. They continued to swell bigger and bigger and bigger, elongating, rounding out, expanding, fattening.

I heard voices calling my name but they seemed far away. I could barely see over my enormous breasts. I glanced over my shoulder and was surprised by my new predicament. Arlene and Wendi were waving at me and shouting my name...fifty feet below.

I was floating like a helium-filled balloon!

Now, being afraid of falling to my death, I concentrated on relaxing. I focused on my ballooning boobs, now the size of small weather balloons, and realized they were my only hope--as long as they stayed pumped full of helium, I wouldn't fall. Keep growing, I repeated in my head over and over. Don't let me down, just keep growing.

Still grasping the gondola, I sucked the air, watching as my gigantic bosoms ballooned up. Luckily, there had been a rope dangling from the basket and Arlene's male friend had grabbed it. This kept me from floating off into the wild blue yonder. Unfortunately, I stayed aloft for several hours until the helium tanks ran dry. I did, however, get to watch the pretty hot air balloons blow up and lift off into the sunny sky. The big balloons floated by with their staring passengers; their passengers staring at the two immense pink balloons above a little wood-thatched gondola with a topless girl literally attached to the giant balloons.