Beach Ball of a Situation, A

I stepped out of the changing room in my blue and yellow one-piece bathing suit. Over one shoulder was draped my big beach blanket and over my other shoulder was draped my cloth bag containing my beach visit essentials: suntan oil, a bottle of mineral water, two sandwiches and a bag of fat-free chips. A beach umbrella stuck under my right arm, resting atop the swell of my right breast. The boys stopped and stared, as did the girls, as I walked through the little brick pavilion. My 68 inch bosoms heaved and quaked in my bathing suit like two gigantic waterballoons.

Stepping from cool concrete and shade to warm sand and bright sun, I hit the beach. The sandy shore was littered with bodies, all of which were laying about like driftwood scattered after a storm. I found my spot in the midst of stares and whispering, dropped my beach paraphernalia and claimed my territory with the ka-chunk of the beach umbrella pole.

I had been laying there, under the glare of the sun off my well-oiled body, when the sound of hoots and whistles shattered my tranquility.

"Hey, Miss Jugs, play some volleyball!" and "Maybe we can climb those sand dunes!" came from a group of young men walking by my locale.

I sat up and smiled at them, my nipples hardened against their stares and jeering. I leaned back, breasts jutting full up, and gave a twist that sent my heavy bosom into a sloppy sway from left to right and left to right. The guys responded with more hoots and shouts. I cut them short with a sway of my middle finger.

"Go suck air!" a guy replied to my gesture. I didn't see the beachball until it was in my face.

The multi-colored beachball hit me square in the face. The shock sent me backwards and the ball rolled down, up over my bust and was caught in the "basket" my bulging breast bellies and bent knees had made. I laid there on my back with hands grasping the beachball that lay atop my stomach.

"You--" I felt peculiar. "--jerks?"

There was a tingling within my belly. An odd sensation. A slight pressure. I looked to the peaks of my breasts, eyeing the beachball. I saw the big beachball actually rise up, like a multi-colored moon rising above two blue and yellow draped mountains. "What's happening?" I thought.

I slid one hand under the beachball, running my fingers over my bathing suit. I was surprised to find my tummy with a definite swell to it now compared to its trim flatness it had been mere seconds ago. I felt the stem of the beachball, the air intake nozzle sticking downward, poking into my suit where my belly button was located. I realized something was amiss and grasped the beachball again.

"Oh my gosh!" I cried feeling the beachball actually shrinking in size while my tummy, my once slim little tummy pushing up and up and up.

The beachball grew smaller. Its skin growing loose against my hands that were pressing against it. As the skin of the big beachball finally collapsed into a lifeless husk on top of me, I found my hands now resting on a huge dome-shaped bulge -- my new ballooned up belly. I moved the lifeless shell of beachball away and laid there running my little hands over and over my expanded tummy. My suit had contained my new blossoming well.

"Mommy, look at that pregnant lady." I turned my head to the right to see a little girl and her mother walking near. The little girl was poiting at my huge belly and her mother was staring in awe.

"Let's leave her alone," the mother said and hurried on. I wondered why the woman was acting so odd. It was as if she had never seen a pregnant -- that's when I felt my suit shift. I gasped, feeling again that strange sensation within me. I was continuing to swell up.

"No! No! No!" I cried as my suit tightened and my hands rested on my ballooning belly. I grew bigger and bigger and bigger. It wasn't stopping. I was somehow still taking in air, my belly blowing up like a giant beachball. It wasn't going to stop! It wasn't going to stop! I was going to get too big!

My mind did a woop-de-do in my skull. The sun sank on its side, slipping down the angling blue sky like a egg yolk splattered against a wall. The waves and the sound of the people all about me faded out as did my senses. I passed out, tummy still inflating.

I came to in the shade of the brick pavilion. I was still on my back. Two tanned men with red and white shorts stood by.

"You alright, ma'am?" one of the men politely asked. A small crowd had formed behind them.

"I think so," I said forgetting for a second where I had been and what had happened.

The two men helped me off a gurney. I almost fell forward, gasping. My eyes caught sight, below my heavy big bust, my huge round belly that stuck out as if I had swallowed five beachballs.

"Are you sure you are okay?" the other life guard asked.

"Ummm I'll be fine," I smiled, my hands resting on my enormous tummy. "Motherhood. It's swell."

What was I going to do?