All or Nothing

Okay, what was I supposed to do? Here I was nearly 26 and my body still "developing" as it were. It seemed like my condition...the ballooning one...was not subsiding with age and now, whenever I blew up and then deflated, my boobs were staying just a bit bigger than they previously were. There was no more 44GG bustline, nor the 68 inch whoppers I had originally thought would be fun. There was no more 82 inch melons bulging from my blouses. I was stuck currently with a pair of 96 inch dandy's with a MMM bra adjustable in both cup and strap areas if I should increase another 4 inches. A 10-hooker, mind you! It was like a halter but readily available to handle up to nearly 100 inch hooters!

Oh sure, the attention was great. I'd been found to be the biggest natural busted girl in the United States. I'd had magazine appearances in Gents, Score, Juggs, Voluptuous, TopHeavy and MelonGirls. I'd been on Oprah, Rosie, The Howard Stern Show, Ricki Lake and Jerry Springer's Big Bust Extravaganza. I'd been interviewed on TODAY. My left breast had been on INSIDE EDITION and my right breast had been on ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT. The medical community had no idea how to reverse my condition and could only say "Yes, Helia is able to balloon herself up," and "Yes, her bust is continuing to slowly become bigger and bigger."

"What do I do with you two?" I said to my breasts as I sat on my couch in my apartment with a stretch xtra large white t-shirt on and my blue sweatpants. I put my little hands to the sides of my huge 96 inch boobies and pushed them together practically making them bulge up to my chin. Heck, for being a spokemodel for an airbag commercial I had been able to get my steering wheel custom made. It was now a wide concave steering yoke where I was able to grip the wheel and turn and my huge boobs could stick out without impeding my steering. "If only you were small again."

Suddenly the apartment seemed to shake causing my huge boobs to jiggle and bounce, then there was a puff of blue-white smoke. I blinked not believing my eyes. A small six-inch winged woman fluttered before me.

"Hi, Helia. I am the Pristina the Pixie. I have heard your call and will now show you your past, present and future which might make you change your mind of your unique condition," the fluttering little woman said doing circles around my head. It made me dizzy and when I blinked I found myself standing in the backyard of my parents house - the one I had grown up in until I moved out when I was 19.

The lights were on in the house and I peeked in the back window. I gasped seeing myself, my younger self, sitting on the family couch reading a book. There I was, 15 years old and flat as a board. I sat there in all my unknowing that in another year I'd start to suddenly develop and my inflation condition was begin. And it would be another year after that when my boobs would grow very rapidly leaving me a high school junior with a 38F bustline.

"Okay, I've seen enough of my flat-chested self," I said as the pixie lady fluttered down and around and around my head. I blinked again and...

I was sitting in the bleachers of a football stadium. The place was packed with roaring excited people. I noticed on the clock it was the end of the 2nd quarter. The HALF-TIME Show was in the works. Something was above the stadium. I looked up and gasped, seeing these two super enormous spheres sticking out in front of a little female body. It was me and those were my tits! I was being lowered into the stadium view the Goodyear Blimp. Draped over my gigantic chest was a enormous football jersey that read: SuperBowl XXXX.

"Oh my gosh! I'm huge!" I exclaimed.

"That's your biggest inflated size. Your normal breast size during that time is up in the 300-inch range. A year later your whole body totally blimps up and you are stuck that way." Pristina commented fluttering close to my ear.

I blinked again and found myself back in my apartment.

"So, what will it be? I can cast a spell and reduce you to your former body at 15 and you won't end up having big breasts at all or I can cast a spell to end your condition," the little winged women said fluttering before my face and gently bouncing from boob to boob. "Unfortunately, the condition will be gone but you'll end up with a bust 10 times your current size almost immediately."

I thought about it. "Well, I definitely don't want to be flat-chested like I was when I was 15," I said to the pixie. No, I didn't want to be flat-chested but I definitely didn't want to suddenly have a 900 inch plus bustline.

"Very well. The spell is cast!" Pristina said waving a small wand the size of a toothpick around over my boobs. Sparkly glitter flew all over my boobs then vanished as if it sank into my top.

"Hey, wait!" I exclaimed as I felt a tingly sensation in my chest.

"Enjoy your new body!" Pristina giggled then vanished in a puff of blue-white smoke.

I plopped back down on the couch. My nipples hardened with the tingly sensation, poking up like shotglasses within the fabric of my t-shirt.

"Oh poo! What have I done?" I sobbed as I waited for the inevitable.