Helia Melonowski

All Because of Love

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We sat on my ugly gold-fabriced couch (some day I was going to get rid of it but since it was one of the only pieces of furniture in my apartment living room I figured it would have to stay) and looked through one of my photo albums. We sat close, peering into the large stiff pages of an album that held pictures of me from late grade school, junior high and high school right up through 12th grade graduation. You munched from a shallow bowl of potato chips, the bowl resting on the top of my huge boobs, the bowl setting on my torpedoing tits as if on a large two-humped shelf.

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Average: 2.3 (6 votes)

Beach Ball of a Situation, A

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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.

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Average: 4 (7 votes)

Inflatable Woman vs Poker

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There was trouble on the outskirts of town. My patrol of the inner city had focused my attentions on only one area, and now innocent folk were in peril. Quickly, my trusty sidekick BubbleBoy and I squeezed into the BalloonMobile and rolled to the rescue. I had a hard time steering the vehicle because BubbleBoy had become so inflated during our last crime-stopping spree.

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Average: 3 (5 votes)

Blow by Blow Tale #6: Neato Torpedo

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While out brassiere shopping I stopped at a new lingerie store that advertised that they catered to the "full figured" woman. I figured since 42GG plus my "condition" made me probably one of the FULLEST figured-type of women, I had to stop in and see what they had.

"May I be of service?" a short round man asked as I entered the store. He looked vaguely familiar but I could not quite figure out where I had seen him or possibly had met him before.

"I am looking for a new bra or two," I told the man who eyed by large round boobies. He was short enough to stand there eye-level with them.

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Average: 1.3 (3 votes)

Support Problems

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Wendy and I sat on the floor of my apartment opening bags and packages that we had just acquired from our recent trip to the mall. Wendy bought some nice little outfits that fit her slender little frame. “I really like that,” I said pointing to the knit mock-turtleneck top (in her favorite color red) she held up to herself. “Want to try it on?” she said jokingly knowing I was far from any size relatively close to Petite. “Riiight.

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Average: 2.7 (3 votes)

Orange You Glad?

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They always said that milk does a body good. I always knew that, especially if I needed some weight in my bust. Guzzling a good gallon of milk would fill me up and fill my bust out and keep me jiggling and swaying sexily all day. But...orange juice? I never knew the benefits other than keeping me pumped with Vitamin C. Little did I know it could pump me with more...

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Average: 2.7 (3 votes)

Night at the Opera, A

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"Honey, are you about ready?" you called from downstairs. "Just about! Be down in a minute!" I called out, still standing before the mirror on the oak dresser. I stand there with my one-piece outfit, a tight little black dress you had picked out for me. It is very elegant, hanging loosely in gentle folds of black fabric and v-shaped in the front. It hugs my shapely hips and stops an inch above my knees.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Gold Rush

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I love new fashions as much as any girl, and it's always nice to get new, sexy outfits. I guess my only problem is finding outfits that fit me perfectly, especially when my little condition appears.

I had just bought a beautiful gold dress. It was stretchy and made up of lots of bands of tiny gold sequins. It was tight enough though to go braless in and low cut enough to show off the little bit of "normal" cleavage I had. My friend had invited me to an auction at a local art gallery and I wore the dress to the event.

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Average: 2 (3 votes)

Blow by Blow Tale #5: Beach Bombs

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I must say that I expected the last half of my break to be rather boring. My friends had all left a week early. I was pretty much all on my own for the rest of my time in sunny Florida that consisted of four days of, like I said and what I expected to be, pure solitudinal hell.

I'm a beach person. I love the water. I love the sand. I love the sight of sweet chicks strolling the shore with their skimpy ass suits made of twine. I spent a lot of time walking up and down the shoreline. I guess what happened wasn't too surprising yet…

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Average: 1.3 (3 votes)

Blow by Blow Tale #2: Tub Plumpin'

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My friend, Marguerite, invited me over to her dad's house for a relaxing evening of sitting in the family hot tub. We had been talking about it for a long time…mainly me begging her to have me over so I could get in it. I loved hot tubbing. There was nothing like relaxing in a hot bubbling pool of water, sipping cocktails and feeling yourself unwind.

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Average: 1.8 (4 votes)
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