Big Production, A

My friend Wendy and I sat at a small large round table at a small restaurant in the mall. Wendy was having her usual health plate of sparkling water and a vegetarian sub. I was having pizza, four slices with all the toppings, a chocolate milk and a brownie for dessert. Seated around us were an assortment of mall visitors; a couple old ladies, three young boys at one table, two young mothers with their children and an older guy who was quite intrigued with the newspaper he was reading.

I squirmed in my seat a bit as I took a big bite of pizza. Wendy noticed this and became concerned.

"Are you okay, Helia?" she asked looking me up and down. At her vantage point all she could see were my head and shoulders and my chest. My chest was the main thing she was looking at. It was hard not to look at it. It was hard not to notice a girl with a 86 inch chest.

I set down my piece of pizza and looked over at the three young boys at the table to our left. "I'm fine. It's just that one kid over there is blowing through his straw into his soda and..." I placed my right hand to my right breast and rubbed the giant thing through the yellow sweatshirt I was wearing. "...his bubble blowing is effecting me."

"Oh gosh! I didn't know even the sight of someone blowing something up made your...umm...condition kick in," my blond haired friend said looking at my huge breasts.

I sighed and felt my bra straps bite a little more into my back and shoulders. My nipples popped up and made prominent bumps in the sweatshirt material. A normal girl you wouldn't notice her nipples emerging but mine were fairly large, like fat ripe grapes ready for pinching.

"It's not just the sight of someone blowing something up. Heck, it doesn't usually happen just with someone blowing tiny bubbles," I told my friend as I sat back in my seat as my boobs pushed over the table. They had already been resting on the top of the table like giant beachballs on display...that was why we had gotten a large round table...to accomodate my large round boobs. "Even sounds of things inflating or bubbling make my condition act up."

"Should we leave?"

"No. I am not going to run away everytime this thing happens to me. If this is my fate to get bigger and bigger then I will live with it...and everyone else will have to live with it too!" I said as the three boys, mainly the kid that was blowing the bubbles in his soda, stopped what they were doing and looked at me. They looked at me and at my huge breasts billowing out of my sweatshirt...and grinned.

The kid with the straw leaned over his soda, lips wrapped around the drinking utensil and blew. Huge bubbles formed and popped and bubbled in his glass. I cried out as my boobs ballooned up bigger in my top. "Maybe you shouldn't run away, just get up and walk quickly away before you float away," Wendy said as she wrapped up the remains of her sandwich and my lunch.

I held onto my growing boobies and got to my feet. If I got any bigger I wouldn't be able to get out of the door of the little restaurant.

The three boys laughed and the other people who were taking notice now were scoffing as I got to the door and opened it. I started through and my giant boobs scraped the edges of the door frame.

"Gosh, Helia. It looks like your butt is getting bigger also!" Wendy exclaimed behind me.

I squeezed through the door and finally got through, making my way out into the crowded mall. The initial release from the confines of the door sent me stumbling off balance for a moment. In that moment I, with great embarrassment, literally bounced chest first off a number of surprised shoppers. My enormous breasts bounced and jiggled with each nudge against a person.

When the superball/boob-bounce episode was over I regained my footing and adjusted my top. The XXXXL sweatshirt was already starting to untuck and rise over my little tummy. I pulled it down as much as I could which really emphasized how big my boobs actually were now. Not being able to do much else I just let it hang where it was.

Wendy checked her watch. "Hey! It's almost time for that show at the IMAX!"

Wendy wanted to go see a show at the IMAX movie theater in the mall. It was like a regular movie theater sort of except the screen was SUPER HUGE and the seats seemed to hang out in space so you got the full visual effect. I had never been to one and Wendy said it was SUPER KEWL!

We got to the IMAX theater. I was happy to see double doors leading into the thing. We went in and waited in line. A lady with her daughter stood in front of us and she kept turning around and looking at me. She kept leaning into her daughters ear and whispering something as she looked at me.

Thinking this rude and imagining all the nasty things she was saying about me I stepped forward and mashed my boobs against her back.

"Excuse me?!" the lady said.

"Don't let your baby grow up to be a Balloon Girl!" I giggled and my huge breasts bounced in my top.

The line moved forward. People paid the attendant and headed through the inner doors into the main theater.

"What show are we going to see anyway?" I asked my friend as we got to the attendant. His eyes widened at the side of my ultra wide front loads.

"Something about airplanes and stuff. They over the Grand Canyon and you really feel like you are flying," she answered.

"I don't know about the Grand Canyon but...been there, done that." I giggled again.

We got our tickets and went into the main part of the theater. The place was getting guite full of people. A lot of the people lined the top three rows of the long four row theater. Wendy and I moved down to the first row below everyone else where there were decent seats. I couldn't believe how big the screen was. It must have been 60 feet tall and maybe 100 feet wide.

The seats were actually kind of cramped. You sat in a cushy seat but seemingly close to the rail in front of you. I took my seat and found my boobs almost reached the rail. Oh well.

"Put your headphones on for better sound," Wendy said as everyone else in the place slipped a pair of headphones on their left in a compartment in the seat arm.

I plopped the headphones over my ears and sat back as the theater grew dark and the show begin.

A great musical score filled my ears as the title of the show filled the screen. THE AGE OF FLIGHT. There was some narration about the history of avionics, showing crude airplanes and other inventions of the earthbound man.

"AND ONE OF THE MOST PEACEFUL MEANS OF FLIGHT FOR MODERN MAN HAS BEEN FOUND TO BE..." A shot of a hot air balloon filled the screen. "...THE HOT AIR BALLOON. LET'S WATCH NOW AS THIS AT FIRST FLAT AND LIFELESS INSTRUMENT OF FLIGHT BECOMES A BEAUTIFUL HUGE ROUND INSTRUMENT OF FLIGHT."

The screen suddenly showed a group of people blowing up a hot air balloon. The sound blasted through the headphones. I cried out as I felt the sudden burst of myself beginning to inflate.

"No! No! No!" I cried as my sweatshirt exploded and my huge breasts burst forth inflating faster than the hot air balloon on screen was inflating.

"Oops. I'll go get the usher," Wendy said as she hurriedly moved away from her ballooning girl friend.

Such was the life of a Balloon Girl. Such was the life of me...Helia Melonowski.