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.
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.
I arrived at Margie's dad's place at 8:30pm. The sun had gone down and the evening was upon us. Knowing I wasn't going to be doing anything else except reclining in the tub, I just wore a XXXXL gray tee shirt, jeans and…that was about it. Margie's father, Bill, was not going to be home so it would be just us girls…plus Margie said we didn't need to wear suits and being good friends we weren't ashamed to see each other in the buff.
Margie greeted me at the door and we proceeded right away to raiding her dad's liquor cabinet, fixing some margaritas and hopping into the hot tub. The tub was big enough for six people, about eight feet wide by seven feet long. I couldn't wait to get in and hopped in, after disregarding shoes and pants, with my gray tee shirt on. Margie hadn't turned on the waterjets though the water was warm so it was like getting into a warm bath.
"I must go out and get some more mix for our margaritas. I'll be back in a few minutes," Margie said turning the waterjets on and the heat up as she left. The pool sprang to life and the tub bubbled and boiled like a frantic witches cauldron.
I laid back and relaxed, drunk with the pleasant sensations flooding my mind of sitting in the warm invigorating simmering hot tub and drunk from the effects of the margaritas I had drank already. The jets of water rushed between my legs. The percolating water hurried about and against my near naked body. It felt good. It felt too good. The sensations built. My body tingled. Then it began…
I moaned and felt my already big 68's begin to rise, begin to swell. As the bubbling waters hopped and skipped about my body, my ballooning boobs rose up, rose to the surface of the churning water. The wet gray tee shirt expanded and looked almost transparent against my ballooning skin.
"Oh gosh. Yes!! This feels sooo good!" I moaned aloud being as though there wasn't anyone else but me there. My boobs continued to expand in my top, floating atop the curdling water like big round beachballs, gaining size all the while.
I heard the door open to the house.
"Margie? Gosh, that didn't take you long?" I called out as my tits filled out bigger and bigger, starting to spread out to all sides the bubbling pool. I was getting enormous...and loving it!
"Margie?" A male voice returned my call. Two men strolled into the room. One was Margie's dad and the other was obviously his friend. "Holey!!" her dad, Bill, exclaimed seeing a huge pair of tits and my head behind them.
I tried to cover my expanding breasts but it was no use. My little arms couldn't cradle my enormous growing bosoms if I tried. "Hi, Mr. Papanata," I smiled as I waved above my ballooning breasts. The wet tee shirt was starting to tear in the middle.
"So you're THAT Helia Melonowski, the so-called Balloon Girl of Buffalo," Bill said as something on him and his buddy started to rise. "I heard about you."
My ballooning orbs nudged the side of the hot tub. The tee shirt tore down the center enough to see my huge cleavage...getting huger.
"Well, now since we are all friends. You can join me," I said feeling frisky.
The two older gentlemen disrobed and headed to the tub right as my poor gray tee shirt tore right down the middle and exposed my bloating boobs. Unrestrained the gigantic boobballoons grew faster and bigger and bigger.
"Better hurry...there might not be enough room soon for all of us," I giggled and the warm water splashed.
The fun was just starting to begin. I was hoping Margie had to go across town to get the margarita mix.
Helia and I were invited to a costume party and Helia had plans for both our costumes. I was not going to argue with her but she was pretty good with stuff like that.
I walked to Helia's house and knocked on the door. "I'm in the backyard!" she yelled sweetly. I walked into her backyard. Helia stood there in her costume. She was dressed as Sailor Moon. She even had that cute Odango Attama hairdo Sailor Moon has.
"Helia, you know Lisa Harrison said she was going as Sailor Moon, didn't you?"
"Yes, love, but I'm going to be a bigger and better Sailor Moon than Lisa." Helia tells me.
I then ask her. "How do you plan on doing that Helia?" She points to a helium tank with a hose attached. I always knew about her talent. "Oh, I get it." I say smiling.
"Ok I'm going to put the hose in my mouth and I want you to inflate me, ok sweetie?"
"Ok Helia." I answer back. Helia puts the hose in her mouth and gives me the signal to turn on the helium. I start to twist the valve. A hiss comes from the tank. First it is her breasts which start to swell bigger and bigger they get until they are at 524 inches around each. I turn off the valve temporarily and say to her, "I'm glad you got a costume that is made of super stretch material, Helia!"
Helia says, and her voice affected by the helium, "Yeah it stretches real well and the helium even makes me sound like an anime girl huh Love?"
I agree with her as she puts the nozzle back to her mouth and starts to inflate the rest of herself. Her waist puffs out a little bit to about 38 inches. She then makes a little twitch and her butt starts inflating. Out it swells up all the way to 692 inches.
"That's enough for now baby." Helia squeaks sweetly and lovingly to me in her cute helium voice. "Now go get your costume on it in the bedroom" she tells me. I go into the bed room and there's a Indiana Jones outfit on the bed I put it on. We then head off on our way to the party
We walked down the street, me in your Indiana Jones costume and Helia in the giant Sailor Moon costume. People stared at us as we walked down the street, mainly at the girl with the gigantic breasts and behind in the anime character outfit. "My gosh, Jeff. This is exciting being out with you and being this large," Helia said to me as we walked hand in hand. I watched Helia's 524 inch bust gently sway left to right and up and down like two huge balloons captured in cloth.
"Don't get too excited now, my inflateable babe. You know what might happen," I say with a grin as I pat her giant ass. Helia giggled knowing what I was thinking.
We stopped at a corner vendor who sold soda pop and food. We ordered two hotdogs with the works and two cups of soda pop. The man kept looking at my huge girlfriend, HELIA!, in the giant billowing Sailor Moon outfit. I gave the man a twenty and he had to go get change at a nearby bank. We said we'd watch his cart for him.
"Hey. Look," Helia said taking the soda pop nozzle that was attached to a hose. "Watch this," she said as she put the nozzle to her mouth and pushed the handle to release the soda. I watched as her cheeks puffed out and she began to gulp down the soda.
"Be careful Helia," I said as she gulped and gulped and gulped down gallons and gallons of the fizzy liquid. When she finally pulled the nozzle from her mouth and took a step towards me all I could hear was the liquid slosh around inside her. "What will all that carbonated liquid do to you?" I asked.
"I don't know. Let's get to the party," Helia smiled with a cute little burp.
We continued to walk down the street. The soda pop sloshed inside her. She didn't burp at all but seemed to hold it in. "Oh my goodness, Jeff. Something is happening," she exclaimed as we stopped and I looked at her.
"Holey Smokes, Helia! You're blowing up bigger!" I said with wide eyes. The Sailor Moon outfit began to stretch. The top ballooned outward as her already enormous breasts began to swell outward and on the sides bigger and bigger. Helia's waist stayed the same size but her butt soon followed the way of her ballooning breasts and swelled larger and larger. After a few minutes of intense inflating it stopped.
"Oh my! I've really done it this time!" she said looking down at what she could see of herself. I quickly took the tape measure that I had and measured her. The tape measure was custom made for Helia. "Wow, Helia! Your boobs are almost 700 inches and..." I measured her bottom half. "Your butt is 860 inches!"
Helia gasped and smiled. "I've never been this big! I sure hope I can deflate back down to a normal size after the party," she giggled knowing that sometimes she could be stuck at a certain size for days or weeks.
We continued on to the party. I was very excited by Helia's size and kept rubbing the side of her breasts or patting her big soft tush.
We arrived at the party. The party was going on in the backyard of the Janette Killian's house. Of course, the first people we ran into was Lisa and her wimpy boyfriend Brad. Lisa was wearing a Sailor Moon outfit also and glared at Helia as I squeezed my fattened cutey through the gate of the yard.
"Why Helia, it is so nice you showed up," Lisa said with a sneer looking over Helia's gigantic features that jiggled seemingly on their own.
"Thanks, Lisa," Helia said with a squeak and smiled. She turned towards me and said, "See, Lisa isn't so bad."
Lisa looked at Brad and he ran off. A moment later he returned pushing a large helium tank.
"Blow me up like a huge balloon!!! I'll show your fat friend!" Lisa snapped at me.
"Uh Lisa what are you up to?" I asked.
"I'll show you" Lisa said with an angry tone. Brad was dressed as James, Jesse's partner. He started to hand Lisa the nozzle from the tank of helium.
"Lisa, I don't think you should do this," I said to her.
"Oh yeah? Watch me!" She said.
Helia then said to Lisa, "Hey Lisa, inflating yourself takes practice."
Lisa puts the hose in her mouth. "Ret her yip," she mumbled. Brad turned the valve on. Lisa started to inflate but the gas came out too fast and she swelled up all over. Brad stood there horrified as he watched his girlfriend Lisa balloon up bigger and bigger. She grew rounder and rounder and her feet actually left the ground but she stayed somewhat anchored with the hose in her mouth.
"What have I done?" Brad cried as Lisa ballooned up bigger and bigger. Even Lisa's face began to bulge as the air filled her mouth and rushed down her throat.
"My gosh! She really isn't used to inflating nor conditioned to do so!" Helia exclaimed as she waddled to the helium tank and the inflating girl.
"What are you going to do Helia?" I asked seeing Helia pull on the hose, pulling poor bloated Lisa back to earth.
"She's getting too big. She's not conditioned to inflate and she might explode unless I relieve her of all the air she has taken in!" Helia told me.
"But that means..."
"Yes!" Helia said dramatically. "I will have to take all the air she's ingested and blow myself up even bigger!"
Helia popped the hose from Lisa's mouth and pulled the super fattened girl towards herself. She pressed her lips to Lisa's and Helia's eyes widened as she felt the air rush out of Lisa into my plumpened cutey. As she quickly shrunk down Helia quickly blew up and up and up. Her boobs quickly surpassed the 1000 inch mark and her bottom ballooned up to over 1500 inches. Her waist, no longer able to stay small, inflated out from 38 inches to 260 inches. The Sailor Moon costume stretched and stretched and stretched as it grew tight about Helia's seriously ballooned up body.
As Lisa shrunk down to normal she grabbed the hose out of Helia's hand. "Okay Helia! If you want to show off, I will make you as big as you can get!" Lisa screamed, mad that Helia had taken the attention off Lisa. She wasn't even gracious that Helia had saved her from exploding. She jammed the hose into Helia's open mouth and Helia's eyes widened again as she felt the helium start to rush into her already super gigantic body.
"Stop! Lisa! Stop!" I cried out to the evil girl blowing my beautiful balloon girl up to a size I have never seen before. Helia expanded to twice the size of any hot air balloon I had ever admired. The poor girl was gigantic and round and all packed into the super stretchable Sailor Moon outfit. She would probably have fit in better with an anime parade.
Lisa yanked the hose out of Helia's obscenely puffed-out cheeked mouth and Helia shot off like a rocket up into the sky, rolling over and over, head over heels. "I feel much better now...now since I've had my revenge on that inflateable bitch!" Lisa sneered as she, Brad and the rest of the crowd who had gathered watched my sweet balloon girl fly out of sight.
"I knew you were a nasty person but this takes the cake!" I said to the sneering girl. "I better go track down Helia."
"I agree. Here's your ring back. We're over," Brad said slipping the neck chain off he had been wearing and threw the necklace and the ring that was attached to it to the ground. "I'll go help my new friend find his girlfriend."
"What!" Lisa screamed, her victory short.
Janette Killian broke through the crowd. "And you can leave also, Lisa. Don't bother trying to attend another one of my party's."
"What!" Lisa cried.
"And your customer stinks. Helia called way in advance to make sure she wouldn't be copying anyone else. I'm sorry I even told you what she was going to wear." Janette said pointing towards the gate that exited the yard.
Brad and I searched the town for my sweet Helia. After two hours of searching and not finding her stuck in a treetop or anything, Brad took off and I headed back to Helia's to hopefully find her there.
Getting to Helia's place I noticed the lights on in her apartment. I knocked and was happy to hear a familiar voice calling to me to enter.
"Helia! You are home!" I said going into her place and finding my sweet balloon girl sitting on a wicker chair in her living room. I was surprised to see her sitting there with her boobs humongous in size still!
"Yes. Luckily the wind was blowing in the right direction on blew me close to my place. I had to do some quick deflating to land before another wind blew me around. Unfortunately my quick deflation didn't work as it should..." Helia said smiling at me as she patted her huge boobs.
"What's wrong?" I said staring at her giant rubbery boobs.
"I'm stuck this way. My boobs won't deflate any smaller," Helia giggled and her whole top quivered like Jell-O.
I hopped on top of my huge busted girlfriend. "And that's a bad thing?"
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…
I had met this sweet blond gal the week before. She was the bomb. Tanya was her name and looking hot and sweet was her game. We had clubbed it a few times the week before. We had swapped some spit and fondled each other a bit but that was about it. She had nice boobs. She was a 36D. I had checked her bra while she was in the bathroom changing into her swim suit. I was into big busted babes. I don't know why. I liked the curves, the roundness. Sue me. I wasn't expecting to see Tanny (her nick) again but lo and behold (and shazam and hot damn!), as I myself strolled a peculiarly vacant beach late one day, there she was strolling it too walking my way.
Tanny said hello with a big smile, recognizing me thankfully. I didn't say anything at first, my sight and attention focused on the dental floss she was wearing for a bikini. I was very much into that caramel skin and those hot round smooth curves.
Tanny and I were sitting there chatting when the sound of someone giggling diverted our conversation and attention. Again, Tanny was the initiator when it came to conversating on this new subject while I only stared at a particular couple of objects that were of interest to me. In what approached, the giggling form heading towards us, my interest was multiplied tenfold along with an equal expansion aroused manhood hidden within my shorts.
Tanny broke out in a breathless acclamation. "Oh my gosh! Look at her!" I was. I was.
The giggling form making her way towards us was a young woman with dark hair and tanned skin. What made her utterly amazing to both Tanny and I was what was bouncing and jiggling on her giggling form. Her breasts. Her breasts were huge!
"She must be a stripper," Tanny said a tad more quietly for the dark haired super-buxom girl was drawing nearer. I didn't care what she was. Smother me, momma! Smother me! "They look real. Aren't big silicone boobs supposed to be round and more solid?" Tanny added.
I was able to speak finally though I almost drooled. "Oh baby, those are real…just beyond any reality I've ever imagined." And this new chick must have been real, the way her huge breasts bounced and wobbled in her tiny bikini top (which looked like a couple fabric patches covering her nipples). I had seen strippers before. I was the club jumping man and I knew what was real and what was fake. Yes, this girl was 100% real in every way just with the biggest pair of jugs I had seen that DIDN'T belong to a stripper.
"Hi, guys. Isn't it a wonderful day?" the new girl said bouncing and jiggling like her tits were caught in a earthquake. She had stopped right in front of us, standing at our feet. Her tits jutted out so far that I almost couldn't see her face.
"It's great," Tanny replied. "This is P Dog and I'm Tanya." My blond friend said getting to her feet.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Helia. Want to go for a swim?"
Tanny looked down at me and I quickly averted my eyes from her sweet ass. "You two go ahead. I'll sit here and watch," I told them.
"Our lifeguard. How cute," Helia said with another giggle that sent her top to jumping again. I was in love.
I watched with the mightiest of erections as Tanny and Helia ran down to the water. This, my friends, was heaven. The two girls frollicked in the water like old friends. With Helia giggling and carrying, and those two irresistible huge jugs bouncing around, I think even Tanny was getting interested. I about had a heart attack as the girls waded out into deeper water, waves rushing over both their lovely chest, when they stopped and flung their bikinis off. The tiny pieces of clothing flopped into the surf. I felt my whole body quiver when they moved close and Helia kissed Tanny. I never knew my friend had it in her. (That sounds even more obscene, doesn't it?)
Breaking apart, both girls moved a little closer to shore, enough so that their upper bodies were revealed to me. I had to blink, blink twice, when I noticed both their tits. They looked bigger...especially Helia's. Tanny's were following up close behind. It was then, as each girl continued to expand topside, that I realized they were INFLATING!
The two girls moved back to back and stood giggling like...school girls. Their boobs, naked and pendulous, swelled and swelled and swelled like four flesh-colored oblong balloons. "Uh. Are you two okay?" I called out as each girl's boobs ballooned forward and sideways.
Tanny's breasts pushed outward and down from their sheer voluptuous size. Slowly extending down over her slim belly and pressing against her arms as she held them down to her sides, she looked suddenly concerned. "Oh my gosh! What am I going to do with breasts this size?"
Helia's were getting way bigger way faster than Tanny's. Helia just smiled, looking at me, gently bouncing up and down in the water as her gigantic tits did the same. They were so large and pendulous they about touched the waters surface.
"Don't worry. You get used to them!" Helia giggled and bounced more in the water. "I think our lifeguard likes them!" And she started coming to shore like a pontoon boat ready to run aground. Tanny followed suit.
"Uh, ladies. What are you going to do?" I asked as all I saw were four massive-sized tits heading my way, wobbling on a pair of hot chicks.
"Don't worry. You will get to like us smothering you!" Helia giggled.
My dream was about ready to come true. Two huge chested hot babes all mine.
Then Helia, the first one to me, jiggled and all I saw was her right tit coming straight at me. "Watch it! You might knock me..." The big soft inflated orb smashed me in the head and I was out.
When I woke up I was laying on the beach all by myself. The surf crashed to shore. The seagulls screeched at me. I was alone. Had it all been a dream? I touched my face where it ached. Nope. Something big had hit me. Would I ever see those two again? And who was this Helia with the inflateable body?
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.
"You look like you could use industrial strength support," he grinned taking my hand and leading me into the backroom. We entered a room that was wall to wall bras. I couldn't believe it! What was even more amazing was that the garments were ALL of the bigger sized variety for us chesty gals. Huge bras of all fabric and designs hung from rack after rack.
The man let me browse the selection, waiting patiently while looking at my ass in my little Daisy Duke-shorts. I found all sorts of great bras in my size…and ones I would not mind BLOWING UP INTO. One in particular caught my eye though. It was definitely an industrial strength bra. It looked like something my grandma-ma would have worn.
"Could I try this one on?" I asked the little man.
He nodded. "Be my guest."
Not being shy, I pulled off my white t-shirt and went straight to work undoing my 8-hooker. Dropping the loosened garment to the floor, I snatched up the new bra, feeling its thick white material and reinforced seams. Wow! It was the Howitzer of breast support. I slipped it on, adjusted the shoulder straps then hooked the TEN HOOK clasps up.
"Hmm. Ouchie! It kind of pinches my nipples," I squirmed looking down at myself. The bra squished my boobs, making them look like big white cones.
The little man stepped around to my front. "Yes. Your big jugs seem quite nicely confined." He put his stubby-fingered hands to the ends of my breasts and pushed them in like big soft buttons.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, then exclaimed again as my boobs began to swell, pushing the conical cups outward. "Ugh! What's happening to my big round breasts! The bra! It's pinching and…UNGH!…re-shaping them!"
The bra strap became too tight to unhook as the bra cups filled with more of my expanding breast flesh. I was used to having my brassieres swell out round and gigantic, like giant beachballs. Seeing my enlarging boobs shoot forward like a couple of creamy torpedoes was definitely different for me.
When my boobs finally stopped growing, I stood there with my hands on the sides of my billowy cone-shaped boobs. "What have you done to my breasts!"
"Do you like the bra?" the little man asked smiling, running his chubby hands over the ends of my huge pointers.
I felt all tingly and suddenly…wasn't so upset. "Welllll…I will have to take it out for a test drive. See how the guys like it," I said running my hands back and forth, down along the sides of my jutting jugs.
"Be my guest," he said.
Pulling my white t-shirt on, I stepped out of the room and into the main store area. A clerk (who I had not seen when I had entered the place earlier) turned and yelped, slightly startled. She looked down at my jutting melon missiles and gasped.
"What-what were you doing back there?" she asked.
I glanced over my shoulder, expecting to see the little man. When I DIDN'T see hi behind me I stepped back through the backroom door and found…a backroom, but not one filled wall to wall with brassieres.
"Excuse me. Ma'am, you can't be back there," the clerk said stepping up to me. I turned and she caught a pointy fat boob right in the eye.
"Oops. Sorry. I have to run," I said moving around her and heading out of the place as fast as my huge jiggly boobs would allow. I was glad at least that my new pointy breast puppies still bounced up and down and side to side like they usually did.
I ran out into the world to see what the guys thought of my super-sized cone-shaped boobs.
NOTE: A week after this incident, when I spent a weekend running around braless, my breasts resumed their usual huge round shape and shortly thereafter returned to my normal LITTLE 42GG's. Who the little man was and is…that's still a mystery.