There is nothing like a little sun on the bod to make one feel more radiant and alive. In the winter months though it is almost totally impossible in the face of a Buffalo NY winter to get sunlight and a tan the natural way…unless one is a walrus. (Funny I say that…there was a comment once from a not-so-brainy admirer of mine that referred to my massive bosoms as "a pair of walrus bodies.")
Interested in tanning myself and knowing the only way to do so would to be to schedule an appointment at one of the bazillion tanning salons in the city, I checked the local yellow pages (closed my eyes and pointed at a random name on the page) and made my call to a place called The Bronze Age Nail and Tanning. I liked the name of the place though I wasn't sure if I should strap on a sword like my great Aunt Heliam and attend the place or not. (That was a joke. A poor joke at that.)
On the day of my first appointment I entered the small shop. They had four stations with attendants doing nails. The stations were in the front of the place. There was a long counter with an opening to the right and behind that was a long corridor with numerated doors, the rooms where the tanning beds were I surmised. On the surrounding walls were racks of swimwear - bikinis and such - in sizes I would never fit into due to my extreme abundance of bosom. There were also shelves of nail polish and beauty aides - shampoos, make-up, hairsprays, toners, conditioners, nail files, tweezers, crimpers, eye liners, hairdryers, curling irons, soaps, sponges, moisturizers, cream rinses. I suddenly realized why my last boyfriend complained that he couldn't find the toothpaste in my bathroom.
I stepped into the shop, the little bell ringing above my head announcing my entrance. A few heads turned. There were gasps of disbelief. The gasps made a few more heads turned. There were more gasps. The little bell ringy thing was drowned out by the gasps as both stylist and client looked my way, mainly directing their gaze to my two large attention magnets…my 68GG bust. Was it the way they jiggled when I walked? Jiggled when I talked as I said hello with a streak of embarrassed flush to my cheeks? Was it how they billowed in my unzipped jacket, looking like two giant melons rising horizontally within my blue XXXXL long sleeve cotton top?
I strolled by the wide-eyed gawkers, slipping off my winter jacket as I did so. The girl at the counter watched my approach. Her look was one of shock, fear and surprise, as if watching two Godzilla monsters approaching her. I stopped at the counter, purposely mashing my huge breasts against the edge of the counter, making them puff up almost to my chin. I took a step back then cupping my giant boobs from beneath (and they are MORE than a handful) I plopped them up on the counter.
"Hi, I'm Helia Melonowski. I have an appointment to tan." I smiled at the girl behind the counter.
She continued to stare at the two big jugs before her.
"Hello?" I said waving my hand before her face.
"Uh…oh…sorry. What did you say?" the girl asked snapping out of her funk.
I repeated myself and she checked for my appointment in a ledger. She found my name, had me sign a little card with the date, time and how long I wanted to tan then showed me to the tanning booth I could use.
There was a towel on a chair in the little room along with the tanning bed.
We both looked at the towel. "Umm…I'll get you a bigger towel for you," the counter attendant said with a weak smile and trotted off.
Once I had everything I needed I shut the door to my little tanning room. I quickly stripped out of my clothes, shedding shoes, socks, shirt and pants. I slipped out of my big black lacey-cupped bra and black thong panties. I pulled a bottle of tanning lotion from my purse, squeezed a glob of the thick white stuff into my hand and rubbed it all over my body. A quarter of the tube went on my boobs and buttocks.
Ready for a dose of ultraviolet rays, I sat down on the open "bed" then reclined, laying flat. The tanning bed reminded me of an oblong clam or one of those old ironing things where you lift the top them close it and it would flatten and steam and iron your clothes. Okay, it was a narrow oblong contraption with a hinged top of the same dimensions. The interior consisted of thick plexiglas. You'd lay on the bottom bed, on the thick plexiglas. Behind or beneath the thick plexiglas were the long glass lights, the ultraviolet lamps that tanned the skin. The bed and the inside of the top cover of the bed had the lamps so you could tan bottom and top.
I laid down on the bed and grabbed the handle of the bed cover. I pulled it down as far as I could until it bumped against my boobs. The bed was lit up. The rays flowing. I put on a pair of special goggles that would protect the eyeballs from the ultraviolet rays. With the warm rays flowing and the machine humming soothingly, I closed my eyes and slipped into a little nap mode.
My time in the bed was for a total of twenty minutes. I woke up after the first ten when I felt a increasing pressure against my little ribs. I opened my eyes and tried to raise a hand to remove the protective goggles but found my hands and arms were pinned beneath something soft and huge. I tried to shake the goggles off my face but couldn't move my head for my chin was nestled quite firmly between something soft and huge.
"Oh no!" I exclaimed realizing my boobs had inflated while I had been napping.
I tried to move my legs and found them lifted a little higher into the air above the bed. To my surprise, my cute round tushy had ballooned up to. In fact, as the warm rays of light continued to hit my flesh and the gentle hum of the machine soothingly vibrated my body, my ass and boobs continued to rise.
The tanning process wasn't only giving rise to a nice bronze color to my body but also making it rise.
I was like a loaf of bread dough in a pan being baked in an oven. My breasts continued to balloon up and up and up, bigger and bigger they grew. My sweet cheeks followed by the rest of my body - arms, legs, tummy - continued to swell. How much longer would I swell? How much could the tanning bed take?
"Uh…I could use some help in here!" I called out hoping the girl at the counter would hear me. She didn't and I moaned as I felt myself fatten larger and larger.
Several plumpening minutes later, the timer bell had rung and the lamps had turned off. I hadn't left the tanning booth and the attendant had finally come in to check up on me.
She opened the door. "Are you okay?" And upon seeing bulging mounds of flesh squeezing out of the overstuffed tanning bed she cried out.
"Umm…if you could let me hang out in here a bit longer I will probably deflate enough to get out. Thanks," I said within my confines of tanning bed and bloated ballooned up body.
The girl immediately left and I heard her say to the others that no one could use Booth 7 for a while.
And that was my incident at the tanning salon. I could just imagine what the summer months would bring with laying out in a tiny bikini under a red hot happy sun in a crowd of male admirers. Hehehehehe.