Big New Beginnings

Excess need not go to waste

2012-02-25T10:15:00.000-08:00

I found this great "charity" if you will and am contacting them.

www.MilkinMamas.com

I think I have enough in these big milk cans. LOL

While strolling through the park one day...

2012-02-17T06:50:00.000-08:00

The weather has been so weird this winter. I don't mind NOT having the typical chilly, icy, snowy weather though I sometimes wish Mother Nature would make up her mind and decide what she wants for this season. Still, with some of the drier sunnier unseasonalable weather, it is nice to be able to go outside and enjoy things.

I took the babeses out for a little walk and fresh air, went down to the local neighborhood park where there are kids swings, slides, little outdoor play equipment for the most part just right for them...and me. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea as there were a lot of kids and other mothers there. The other women sat on the park benches or stood about talking, chatting, while their kids played. Some had their coffee thermos or Starbucks (yuck). Outside of the fact my boobs are pretty enormous currently with the whole breast feeding/mommy thang going on, it was a bit before "lunch" when we went and I was rather...er...FULL at the time we sauntered into the park.

It never ceases to amaze and sometimes annoy me on how cold and cruel/rude other women can be. When I walked up pushing the stroller, my breasts jutting from my winter jacket that I couldn't zip up (at least the particular one I was wearing), the other women stopped their chatting and glanced at me, down at THEM, and started whispering...loudly. Even though I should be used to it, and have pretty much gotten over being very self-conscious about myself (my body), I still from time to time, especially in these instances, feel like some kind of freak show. (I am not sure how other women that actually DO THIS TO THEMSELVES like Chelsi Charms or Beshine handle the oddball looks and comments.)

Anyway, we had a nice time outside, regardless of some of the cold callous bitches (sorry). I did talk with friendly and neighborly gals so...it wasn't all that bad.

The bonus is getting home, "lunch time" and nursing. It is at those times I look at myself and feel very good about myself and THEM, and have a few naughty thoughts of what it would be like to be even larger, larger, larger.

And as I sit here now writing this, feeling my brassiere fitting a bit snug around back and chest, straps and rims of big cups digging into skin a bit...I wonder if I am subconsciously willing THIS upon myself.

H.

Helia meets the Pastry Princess

2012-02-15T23:37:00.000-08:00

Helia meets the Pastry Princess

By Helia Melonowski

Apricot character copyright Spurcell

She was new to area, visiting on holiday, excited about her trip abroad. So many things to see, so many new people to meet, so many new places to visit and experience. She had left her room at the quaint little Bed & Breakfast she was staying at and wandered down to the local shopping mall…happy to see many things and stores that reminded her of home. It also reminded her of her babies who were at home, way overseas, staying at her parents. Though she knew they were in good hands, she missed them immensely. She could also tell her breasts missed the babies immensely for even though she had used her hand-held portable pump to release some of her pent-up milk (since she wasn’t able to nurse her children while she was abroad obviously), already, just a few hours since, her enormous breasts were heavy and swollen again.

Walking through the shopping mall, she peered in shop windows or went in and browsed the racks and shelves of different stores, just looking, not buying. At clothing stores, the clerks gazed at her almost suspiciously and sometimes almost fearfully. Would this big girl ask them for something that might fit her abundant frame? She wore her long semi-curly brown hair in one of her infamous “horsetail” braids (as her sister called it) which hung over her left shoulder and rested on the gentle slope of her big jutting left breast. She wore an light blue oversized button-down blouse whose buttons still strained at the pressure of the gigantic milk-heavy breasts held behind the fabric. A pair of white capris hugged her plump bottom, straining also at the seams to contain her wide hips, chubby derriere and thick thighs. On her dainty feet she wore navy blue sneakers with ankle-high white socks. Her entire body, still very plump with post-pregnancy weight gain, jiggled with her ever step. Her massive breasts sloshed and swayed heavily within an enormous industrial-strength white brassiere. She wore nursing pads between her nipples and bra fabric in case she started leaking. The pads also prevented her big swollen nipples from chafing against the fabric of the bra cups. Even “covered” as they were, her nipples, which had grown also with her pregnancy and nursing, made prominent grape-sized OUTdents through her brassiere and blouse.

Turning a corner to investigate some other storefronts, a breath of air washed over her. On that gentle breath was the alluring smell of fresh baked bread and sugary pastries. It made Helia’s mouth water and tummy grumble with hunger. She noticed a small door, almost odd in its appearance amongst the more modern entry ways of the other shoppes. Above the doorway, a simple sign offered the name of the small shoppe: TART TANTALISATIONS. As if guided by her complaining stomach, she entered the small shoppe.

She was pleasantly surprised when she entered the small quaint bakery. Simple, wooden countertops and stark white walls give the place a charming feeling as Helia walked to the front counter. Though some of the shelves and displays were bare, as if they waited for the baker to fill them, others were chock full of various goodies on display.

“My goodness. How unique,” Helia said, her attention drawn not to the empty displays or the standard fare of doughnuts and cakes, but to some pleasantly strange but colorful cream puffs and breads. Little bright pink star-shaped cream puffs and some long loafs of what looked like purple bread caught her curiosity. The colors and shapes were all almost familiar, yet, for some reason, something about each one was almost... unnaturally enthralling. She felt compelled to eat each and every one, or so her grumbling tummy tempted her.

Wanting to find out more information about the shoppe and its tantalizing fare, and perhaps why with all the other goodies the shelves were so bare, she found the small countertop bell and tapped it with her palm.

“Coming,” a feminine voice called from the door leading to the backroom. Helia was about to tell the store clerk or owner, whoever she was, to not rush on her account when the woman appeared and stepped to the counter.

Dressed in a flour-besmirched apron over a baby blue blouse and a black skirt with many a flour-stained handprint on its sides, the young dark-haired woman glanced up and both women looked each other up and down. Their mouths hung open in astonishment.

“H-hello, I am Apricot, the proprietor of Tart Tantalisations,” the storekeep said, extending a dusty flour-covered hand to Helia.

Helia had to snap out of her trance, and extended her hand. “Hi, um…I am Helia.”

Both women watched eachothers large bosoms quake and undulate as they shook hands. Apricot watched her larger counterparts breasts sway and jiggle even though she could see the outlines of the huge brassiere the other young woman wore. The buttons on Helia’s light blue blouse looked ready to take flight.

“My goodness. It is like looking in a mirror,” Helia said, looking at Apricot. Other than the clothing, and their hair styles were slightly different—Helia’s long and a bit wavy and tied in a braid, Apricot’s straight and fine—they both had long brown hair. Their faces were both cute and round though Apricot had cute little dimples in the corners of her mouth when she smiled. Both girls were the same height it appeared—Helia judged Apricot to be about 5-foot-6 as she. They were both pleasantly plump and curvaceous almost in the extreme sense. Though Helia’s were quite a bit larger than Apricot’s, basically if they were any more alike they could easily pass for twins.

Apricot blushed at the obviously American woman’s staring and words, though she too thought that if she was supposed to have a long lost twin sister someone in the world, this woman before her would most definitely have to be it.

“Uh, so, welcome to my little store. Sorry about the empty displays, I often have trouble…um…keeping up with supply and demand.” She momentarily glanced at her breasts but the action was missed by the newcomer. “Does anything here catch your fancy?” Apricot asked, extending a hand out towards her shelves and shelves of yummy baked perfections.

Helia glanced about the store but her eyes returned to the display case next to her. “I would interested in buying some of those adorable and yummy looking pink cream puffs and a loaf or two of that delectable looking purple bread.”

Apricot glanced at the very busty girl and then said: “You don’t appear to need any of those.”

Thinking the baker was bashing her about her weight, Helia said, slightly angered, “And what does that mean?” She thrust her fists against her hips, making her large milk-heavy breasts wobble.

Realizing her statement might have come off wrong, Apricot quickly added: “I meant these are my special recipe. If you really want some, I’d be happy to sell some to you.”

Apricot quickly dug out a half dozen pink puffs and one of the larger loafs of purple bread. She packaged them in a bag with her store name and logo, and pushed them towards Helia. She rang the goods up and Helia dug out the appropriate amount of money for the transaction and gave it to Apricot. Helia took up the bag, opening it, and inhaled the sweet aroma.

Glancing down at the display case and the special pastries, Apricot moaned under her breath, thinking about making more of the special batch of mix. She didn’t realize it but her breasts began to leak.

“Oh, are you nursing?” Helia said seeing two wet spots appear on the ends of Apricot’s cloth-covered breasts. She figured the girl looked swollen enough to be nursing. She got slightly excited that she might be able to talk about babies with another mother.

“Excuse me? And what does that mean?” It was Apricot’s turn to be slightly offended.

“Your breasts,” Helia responded. “You seem to be leaking.”

Apricot looked down. Her cheeks went rosy and she giggled. “Oh no no. I am not nursing nor have any children currently, though some day I surely would.” Her cheeks flushed more thinking of her Spencer, but continued: “I am lactating though, which may sound strange. And it is not quite mother’s milk which they exude.”

While Apricot spoke Helia could not help herself. She opened the goodie bag wide and dipped her hand in, and came up and stuffed two of the pink puffs into her mouth, devouring them hungrily and moaning in tasty pastry pleasure as crumbs dribbled down to flake on the shelf of her abundant bosom.

“I have two little ones at home. I am nursing. It is a wonderful experience,” Helia said plucking another puff from the bag and greedily munching. They were beyond delectable and almost addicting in their dizzyingly taste-bud dazzling deliciousness.

Apricot gasped at the other woman’s revealment. “Oh, um. I am not sure what my…um…treats might do to one who is…um…in a natural state of…well…milk production,” she said as she watched the other girl pluck out yet a fourth puff and pop it into her mouth.

Dabbing at the corners of her mouth, Helia waved a hand at the bosomy bakery owner. “Oh pish-posh and poo,” she said digging out the final two puffs and stuffing them in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out, making her look like a squirrel who has engorged its cheeks with oversized nuts. “These are too delicious to be dangerous.”

Helia raised a hand and absently scratched at the side of her one of her enormous breasts. Apricot noticed the action, looking down at the American woman’s big bosoms again. Her eyes widened a bit. Was she seeing things or was the girl’s bust actually a little larger?!

Curious now, Apricot bent down, took up a small tray and gathered up eight more puffs, popping two in her own mouth as she did so. She stood up and slid the tray towards her overly busty customer. “Since you seem to enjoy them so, here are some on the house,” Apricot smiled.

“Oh, you shouldn’t,” Helia said with a crumb-flaked smile. She took up a fresh puff and stuffed it in her mouth. “But mm shuh glab you bib,” she said with her mouth full, taking even another delicious puff—eight was the count now in which she’s ingested—and popping it into her mouth.

“Would you like to see the rest of my store? Where I do all my mixing and baking?” Apricot said moving from behind the counter. Her plump body shivered and shook as she walked to the front door and flipped the sign to CLOSED.

When Apricot turned back to Helia, Helia slipped her hands behind her back and tried to look innocent, gazing up at the ceiling. Her cheeks were again puffed out and full. Apricot glanced down at the fresh tray and saw only two puffs remaining. Gosh, she thought, maybe she should have simply offered to take her new friend out to lunch first.

“All right, please follow me,” Apricot said as she walked back behind the counter and started towards the rear of the shoppe.

Helia followed, her tummy rumbling fiercely. She felt an odd but lovely warmth rush over her and her senses spun for just a heartbeat. She groaned a little to herself, sticking a finger down to the rim of her capris. She was a bit surprised by the garments sudden extra snugless. It was the same feeling she realized about her jutting chest: the fabric of her brassiere seeming just a tad more taut against the rest of her. She scratched absently at her breasts as she followed the chubby storekeep. There were certain times in her life when her skin itched as such: whenever she was going through a growing spurt and definitely when she had been pregnant and seemingly blowing up like a balloon with the babies.

She shrugged causing her huge breasts to undulate heavily in her top. The enticing aromas of the back kitchen made her dismiss her distressed outer and under wear.

The kitchen where all the delectable creations were devised and created was astrewn with all variety of pot, pan and cooking aparati. Jars, ceramic containers and metal and plastic shakers labeled with a multitude of cooking spices and ingredients littered, along with the pots, pans, pie and cupcake tins, nearly every available counter and table top space in the good-sized room. A pair of small but definite space-consuming industrial cooking ovens hogged one of the kitchen area walls while across the room a small door opened to a closet-sized wash room. More cooking utensils could be seen stacked on wood shelves within.

“Well, this is my little world. I am very busy. I have a hard time keeping up with demand for my goods. I am not bragging, and it is really exhausting work,” Apricot said as she stopped beside an aluminum table set in the very center of the room. She spread her arms out as if she were going to hug the world, a humble yet proud hostess letting her guest cast her own gaze about the busy little bakery kitchen.

“Amazing,” Helia exclaimed, stopping near the table and looking about the room. She enjoyed cooking and the place she stood within now brought envy. Her little home kitchen back in the states was a pittance compared to this place. It also seemed extremely hot in this kitchen and she put a hand to her collar and fluffed it. “Is it warm in here? I feel like I am baking,” Helia said, her cheeks blush and intending no pun.

Apricot noticed her guests garments and went wide eyed again. The poor girl’s clothing seemed to be fighting to remain in control. Helia’s entire body from plump bosom to bottom did in fact appear to be…filling out. Her top was stretched even more taut across her front, revealing the contours of overpacked brassiere in which the stitched seams, not giving in to the pressure behind them, made evident furrows, as did the girl’s overstuffed capris. The fabric all over was vee’d inward as the outer material stretched and bulged.

Apricot looked at the puffed out semblance of herself, and thought, “And the dough is definitely rising.”

“Ooh, and what are these?” Helia squealed as she noticed a cookie sheet of what appeared to be fat flaky croissants aligned in 4-by-3. The only oddity was the goodies were colored in a blue-purplish swirl, like candy canes but of a different color and texture obviously. They oozed in the center and most definitely the ends with a teasing yellow-white cream filling. They looked ready to burst with the stuff!

Helia extended a hand and Apricot gently tap-tap-tapped her greedy fingers away.

“Tut-tut. Now these are something new I have just made,” Apricot said eyeing the colorful croissants. “And I would like to try them myself before putting them out for public consumption.”

Apricot’s breasts ached as if in remembrance of the milky essence they had exuded to produce the wonderful pastry perfections. The large mixing bowl still sat upon the table before them. She had doubled up on all the ingredients including her own special breast milk to make these, experimenting simply for experimentation sake.

“Oh, but they look so yummy,” Helia shrilled like an excited child before an extra special treat. She bounced from foot to foot making her enormous chest heave dangerously.

Oh, but I think you have had enough, Apricot wanted to say to her extremely curvy new friend, but finding another woman so enticed by cooking and baking and her own baked goods, and the fact perhaps a new friendship was blossoming…for Apricot certainly felt some form of kinship with Helia…

“Let me try the first two…because you know it takes more than one to truly determine excellence…and if they are to my liking, I will share some with you,” Apricot said as she daintly plucked a croissant from the tray and raised it to her lips. She took a little nibble, like taking the tip from a succulent strawberry, and chewed it gingerly, batting the portion she had taken about with her tongue. The breaded portion was oh so light, delicate, melt in your mouth scrumptious, while the cream was exquisite, almost mind-numbing incrediblely tasty in its gentle sugary sweetness.

Apricot felt a warm flush cascade over her, it awashed her senses from head to toe, up and down, front to back and all over again. She closed her eyes and moaned as she took the thick center of the pastry, opened her mouth wide, her red lips in a large perfect O, and she stuffed the entire thing in her mouth. She almost gagged at the massiveness of it but relaxed and slowly savored it as she sucked it down. Though she quickly followed the first treat with the fat flaky second, though she wasn’t one to do drugs, she felt the sensations she had now must be something akin to experiencing a drug-induced intense psychedelic mind-altering trip. She felt floaty and fantastic, like a balloon wanting to rise and then caught a gentle comforting warm summer breeze. The second one she stuffed the entire load into her mouth, wrestling it with her tongue, sucking and slurping at it, gently nibbling, swallowing.

“My goodness, girlfriend, your baking must agree with you,” Apricot heard Helia exclaim as she snapped out of her pastry-induced funk.

Feeling somewhat strangely heated herself from her ingestion of the tasty treats she had had minutes ago, Helia couldn’t resist and raised her hands and placed them on the sides of Apricot’s enormous bosom. The chubby pastry princess had plumpened up even more as she savored her own wares, her gigantic breasts nearly dwarfing hers…and, my goodness, I…I look larger also, Helia exclaimed in her own mind. Apricot’s bulging bust protruded round and heavy, squeezing beyond the confines of her apron, the fabric of the apron looking like it was being eaten by her cleavage. Her baby blue top looked ready to burst. Her nipples protruded prominently like the most succulently juice-swollen grapes and they wetted her top more, leaking their sweet essence. Apricot’s voluptuous derriere and thick hips and thighs, now immensely larger, flared and drove her skirt up, making it seem tiny in comparison to the rest of her, looking like an umbrella that’s been popped open.

“How is it that these wonderful treats are so…um…fattening,” Helia said glancing at the big colorful croissants, the plumpening bakery girl, and the big mixing bowls on the cooking counter. She moved to the mixing bowls. There were two big aluminum mixing bowls. One had the remnants of thick dough and the other was partially filled with some form of dairy product it appeared, a kind of semi-thick cream. Curious, Helia dipped two fingers into the bowl full of the cream, brought them up to her nose, sniffed them, then stuck them in her mouth, licking and sucking off the cream. Whatever it was was, it thrilled her tastebuds, sending a shiver through her whole body. Her nipples fattened so huge and hard, she gasped a bit as she looked down and saw how hard and prominent they were. A small measuring cup stood near the bowls and Helia took it, scooped a cup full of the creamy liquid and slurped it down. It was sweet and very tasty.

“Oh! You probably shouldn’t do that.” Apricot said turning and noticing what her American friend was doing. “THAT comes from THESE,” she said pointing at her enormous bosoms. “It is what I make these special pastries with. Like I said, I am not sure what ingesting all these goodies will do to someone who is already lactating, and definitely do not know what a shot of my pure milk will do to someone like you.”

Helia looked at her with a frown, and groaned. She grasped the corner of the counter and hung her head down. “Oh gawd! I feel…I feel something happening,” she cried.

There was the sound of fabric stretching, creaking, seams and stitching popping. Helia cried out again as the button of her blouse suddenly went flying like small round bullets, pinging and bonging off table top, dishware and floor. The flaps of her blouse separated as the buttons were no more and her enormous overstuffed brassiere was exposed…but only for a moment. With another abrupt sound of fabric giving up the ghost under the strain, her back clasps tore, the overfilled cups rolled right up over her breasts and then her breasts simply ballooned like two super enormous flesh-colored balloons being filled with gallons and gallons of water…but her fat nipples geysered, spraying the floor down at her feet with rich mothers milk. The two rapidly growing breasts swelled larger and larger, surprassing her belt line, down to her knees, growing rounder and wider, all the time her enormous nipples spraying. Helia squealed when her huge tits touched the cool ceramic-tiled floor. They filled a little more than, thankfully, seemed to stop.

“Oh my goodness! What happened?” Helia exclaimed as she tried to move. Her huge heavy breasts felt like they weighed a ton each and she wobbled around, trying to reposition herself. Her hands still gripped the corner of the cooking table, she feared she might fall over it she let go.

Apricot blushed. She would have never guessed what her little recipe would do to another woman, especially one who was lactating. She had surely seen some other female customers return with larger breasts than they had had when they first visited and bought her special pastries. But she could have never realized what they might do to a woman such as this American girl before her.

“Don’t worry,” Apricot said thinking fast, and thinking about how she might be able to now double or triple her baked goods capacity. She moved, waddling and wobbling herself as she was even larger, fuller, curvier now, to the small closet where she had other cooking pans. She had an apparatus that just might help her new friend. The apparatus worked great on cows, it might just work grandly on her new friend Helia.

END?

Did someone say 2012 would be bigger?

2012-02-10T11:44:00.000-08:00

Office Max

2012-02-09T03:21:00.000-08:00

(Inspired by some real life events and a illustration on DA by RasBurton)

Note: If my older sister, work mates or any clients of “Bountiful ID” just so happen to come across this little tale, read it, and assume I am talking about them, I apologize. It is all for fun and if you can’t see the fun in it, well, I am sorry for that also.

Client comes in to discuss designs for two new big gazebos, as the client discusses the size of the structures, Helia’s breasts are affected. As she sits at her desk not far from the meeting room, every time someone mentions something about size—basically the designs not being big enough so they need to be bigger BIGGER—poor Helia grows larger and larger.

Everyone walked about the office anxiously. One of our bigger clients was heading in to discuss some major property re-designs. He was a local CEO of a large pharmaceutical company and was loaded money-wise so everyone made sure they pulled out all the stops for the man. He was in his mid-50’s, a widower, and looked like Robert Downey Jr with his cute goatee, except the sides of Mr. Wiedler’s thick scalp of black hair were streaked a sexy silver-gray…so a sexy older Robert Downey Jr.

He came in, carrying a box of donuts and a carry-tray of Starbucks…which I didn’t drink because the stuff tasted like burnt and liquefied fire wood. I was all into the donuts though but was the last in line so it seemed as everyone greeted the man while I finished up some paperwork.

I was buried with my eyes locked on my computer monitor and fingers typing away on the keyboard, so intent on my work at the moment I didn’t see him step up to my desk.

“Hello, Helia. I see you didn’t get a donut,” the man said as he slid a waxpaper wrapped pastry onto my desk and towards me. “I saved a very special one for you.”

I looked up at him, finding his eyes glued to my jutting boobs that smooshed up against the corner of my desk.

“Thanks, Mr. Wiedler,” I said as I blushed at his staring and picked up the donut. It was one of thos Long John types with the chocolate frosting on the top and crème-filling on the inside.

“Call me Frank,” he said as he watched me bring the big pastry to my lips. The thing was rather wide so I had to open my mouth as wide as possible to take its thick circumference. I put a portion in my mouth and went to take a nibble, just a nibble. I was surprised when I gently bit down and huge gob of the crème-filling exploded into my mouth. I swallowed several times as the crème burst down my throat. The pastry was surgary sweet and tasty, and I ate the whole thing in front of him, blushing, hoping he didn’t think I was a pig or anything with eating the whole thing so quickly.

“How was it?” Mr. Wiedler, Frank, asked, licking his lips as he peered at my giant jugs thrust out in my blue blouse.

I went to answer him but was suddenly overtaken by a slight feeling of dizziness. I blinked a few times, shaking the feeling aside. I felt a warmth flow from my head to my toes then back up again. It made my boobs tingle and my nipples fattened.

“It…it was delicious,” I stammered, still blushing.

“Good. Good. Now back to the reason why I am here,” he said looking me in the eyes. For a moment I thought he was going to ask me out.

He smiled and turned and went back to the front table where my older sister and several other design engineers had spread several blue prints out before him. They started talking things that basically had nothing to do with me so I went back to my work.

“The two gazebo designs are here,” one of our office design guys, Bill, said laying out a large blue print before Mr. Wiedler. “What do you think? We made them to your earlier requests.”

I glanced over my monitor and saw Mr. Wiedler glance my way. I quickly ducked back under the line of sight.

“I changed my mind,” I heard Mr. Wiedler say. “I would like them bigger.”

I suddenly gasped and rocked back in my desk chair. My boobs suddenly felt on fire.

One of the engineers brought over his laptop and pulled up the gazebo designs.

“They are pretty big already. Are you sure you want them larger?” the other engineer, Theo, said doing a few clicks of the mouse.

“Yes. I definitely want them larger,” Mr. Wiedler answered the man.

I groaned, feeling my brassiere tighten about my back, the shoulder straps digging in a little. My bra cups, already colossal in size, seemed suddenly a bit uncomfortably tighter.

“We could probably try something like this.” Bill said pointing at the laptop monitor.

Mr. Wiedler shook his head. “Not big enough. I need them enormous.”

I was thrust back in my desk chair, watching in horror and surprise as my breasts started to slowly expand outward. My bra cups became tighter and tighter as they filled, breast flesh oozing up over the rims of the big cups. I felt my nipples fatten even more, pressing against the lacey fabric of the straining brassiere. I reached behind myself, slipping my hand under the bottom of my blouse, creeping up to my tight backstrap and the straining clasps.

“I need them enormous, with big round domed caps, and those little prominences at the top…I need those huge.” Mr. Wiedler said as they all were focused on the computer. “I need them double in size…NO…quadruple in size. I need them to be the largest in the city.”

I groaned as I was able to unclasp the back clasps right before they exploded free. As my gargantuan boobs swelled free, their weight shifted, pulling my sideways and out of my chair. I went down onto the floor on hands and knees, breathing heavily, gasping as my breasts ballooned up larger and larger. They pressed into the floor beneath me, starting to raise me off the carpeting, growing, growing, growing.

“Much bigger. Much much bigger,” Mr Wiedler said glancing over at me as I ballooned up larger and larger. I looked at him, pleading, and he just smiled and winked quickly. “I like my structures…GIGANTIC.”

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012

2011-12-29T09:43:00.000-08:00

I would like to take this time to sincerely wish all my fans and friends a wonderful new year. Please be safe, treat each other with kindness and strive to be happy...or at least take a few minutes during stress-filled times to breathe the fresh air be it rainy or sunshiney.

Kisses and hugs--

Helia Melonowski

Post-Christmas Fattening

2011-12-27T14:00:00.000-08:00

First, I am hoping you all somehow, someway had a great Christmas, or whatever/however you celebrate this holiday season. I hope you made it safely to and from your destination with little issue and a lot of showing of love via gifting and the warmth of family and friends, or at least a warm blanket and a little quiet time to think about the reason for the season.

We all congregated at my older brothers house since he has the equivalent of a mansion when it comes to house size. It's not actually a mansion per se, but has enough square footage for probably the entire immediate family. He held it down in his basement, which is finished and furnished and very nice. He even decorated in a very nicely done Christmas motif that, if you knew him and his interior design abilities (versus my very talented older sister) you would say there something as a modern day miracle. He did a great job.

There was a ton of food there and as everyone passed around my little cuties (the babies), I of course stuffed my face non-stop. I have a semi-full fridge at home but if I am visiting any of my siblings or parents, of course, I load up like I am preparing for a long cold winter of hibernating. I am still fairly chubby still from the last round of babes (and even moreso now for obvious reasons) but still, I ate and ate...and ate and ate. Yummy yummy yummy.

I was chosen to assist in handing out the gifts during the gift exchange portion of the gathering. It came after a big dinner and me feeling overly stuffed including also getting ready for a good round of feeding the babeses building building building within my gigantic boobies. I was Santa's helper I guess. I got to don one of the two traditional red jackets our family has had for...many moons...and though I am no longer able to wrap it about myself like when I was younger and "smaller", it hung on me like a loose coat...and no way was it able to even come close to wrapping about my front end.

At one point, one of my nephews received a pogo stick (I didn't even know they still made those) and, since I am his favorite auntie, he asked me if I would like to try it out. I waved him nicely away saying I would hurt myself...hurt myself in more ways than one if I even got a little bounce going. LOL

So after about an hour and a half of exchanging gifts, and little Helia ready to burst her maternity brassiere, I was able to sneak away for some quiet time and nurse the babes. I can't tell you how special I felt, in that household of people downstairs, on Christmas, in a warm and happy gathering and household, cuddling my little dolls. I know there is a time soon where I will not be spending this special time with them, ie, nursing them...which is already being worked on much to my dismay. (They are doing more formula and juices and such now.)

I was given a bunch of gift cards to Macy's, Lane Bryant, JCPenney, etc. which is fine by me since I would rather purchase my own clothing items due to obvious reasons. I did get some candy and way to much yummy fudge. It was a very nice Christmas.

This morning I woke up and weighed myself...and have gained 7 lbs.

Oh my!! In two days gained 7 lbs. Oh my! Oh my! :)

Kisses--

Helia

A Very Big Merry Christmas to All

2011-12-23T03:27:00.000-08:00

Hi friends and fans--

Sorry it has been so long between posts. It seems like ever since Thanksgiving I have simply been very busy and...very busy fattening up for the holidays. It appears those mischievous little elfs have been secretly gearing me up for the Miss Santa Claus contest, sneaking into my home, putting secret ingredients in all the food and beverages I am consuming as of late. With all the sweets sitting around this time of year, including fudge and cookies, anything that is typically fattening has been moreso with them tampering with it. I am obese, including your two favorite front-running objects. I feel like a balloon and it isn't over yet. I have not won the Miss Santa Claus contest because the big SC claims I am simply too big and would weigh down the sleigh and the good little boys and girls of the world would not get their presents on time. I could not be responsible for THAT, not with my own little family to think about or the millions of sweet children out there.

But it hasn't stopped the elfs from feeding me and I grow larger and larger every day. Oh my!!

Anyway, I wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New 2012. I will be seeing you round (and you'll be seeing me ROUNDER) next year.

Kisses to all and all a good holiday season!!

Helia

Biggest Gobblers for Thanksgiving

2011-11-25T06:45:00.000-08:00

Went to my brother's for Thanksgiving. It was where the entire family was congregated this year. Between all the kids and adults and a few from our extended family, the house was packed. Was like a sauna in there until someone got smart and opened some windows. LOL

We had a 25 lb turkey and a 15 lb ham...and a bunch of other food stuffs. What was interesting is that between the big turkey and the big ham, I probably had the next two BIG nourishment items weighing in at 17 lbs a piece. My two big gobblers...though they were only for the babes at the time. : )

Happy Thanksgiving All!

xoxoxox

Helia

The Gift of Pumpkins

2011-11-04T03:35:00.000-07:00

Halloween was over. All that was left was the candy fallout and the dentists smiling eager to find cavities and charge you a gazillion dollars for services rendered. I had gotten three big pumpkins for our little immediate family; one big one about 20 inches in diameter, and two smaller ones for the twins which were about 15-16 inches diameter. I had scooped them and crafted them for a cute montege of ghastly fun faces before putting them out on the stoop of my front porch. I had taken the pumpkin seeds and baked them (my older brothers are pumpkin seed fanatics so they would be getting the majority though I had eaten my fair share also). I had taken the guts of the pumpkins and put them in the little compost pile out back for my gardening needs next year. Basically I had taken every bit of the pumpkin and more or less re-used it for something. Nothing left to waste or tossed in the trash.

Now, after Halloween, I didn't want to see those beautiful pumpkins shrivel and rot on my porch, so again I cut and mashed them up and mixed them in with the other stuff composting. All was good. The haunting hour was over...or was it?

Sitting in my little living room after the babes had been put to bed, I was reading the paper (nothing but good news there...ugh) when I felt a strange gentle breeze start to blow, ruffling my newspaper and gently twirling my hair. I squeaked in surprise when I lowered the paper and saw three transparent orange shapes slowly dancing before me, hovering in the air. I could see through them to the wall beyond. My mind rolled with the thought. Ee-gads! I was being haunted by the ghosts of our three pumpkins.

"Do not fear or fret," the biggest pumpkin said, the ghost of the one that had been mine. "We do not come to haunt but to give you a gift for using us so tenderly and for good purpose."

"Uh...okay," I said meagerly. I had not spoken to the ghost of a pumpkin before and I had to admit it was just a bit unnerving. I set the paper aside and sat back in my chair.

"It looks like you have been a very good girl for Halloween, and it looks like you enjoy a lot of candy," the main pumpkin said, its orange eyes cast down upon my chest. I was wearing just a nightshirt and sweatpants at this time, nothing underneath. I had to roll my eyes at the comment. Great! Horny pumpkins who liked big breasts.

"Um, so, what is this gift you are talking about?" I asked, fidgetting a little uncomfortably before the floating pumpkin...er...spirits.

All three pumpkins started to slowly rotate. "We give you the gift of...US!" And with a audible WHOOSH they descended down upon me. I yelped twice: once at the initial assault, and two when each large pumpkin plowed into my chest. As they were not solid (the pumpkins) they seemed to pass right into me. I felt a soothing warmth grow from the spot they entered in the center of my chest, spread to my breasts from base to fat nippled ends.

"Oh my!" I gasped as my nightshirt started to fluff out as the warmth built in my breasts and they started to...GROW. My breasts grew fatter and fatter and wider and heavier, making my poor nightshirt blossom outward even more than before.

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!" was the last thing I heard as the spirit of the pumpkins grew silent and left me sitting there with totally massive MASSIVE breasts.

"Oh great," I sighed, feeling my new gigantic flesh pumpkins. But then again, with a little smirk, perhaps next year I could some, like, 30 or 40 inch diameter pumpkins.

Inflight Refreshment

2011-10-23T08:32:00.000-07:00

Sorry it has been so long since my last blog. We got home from Vegas last Saturday and it seems like its been non-stop running around since. I was so glad to get back home by the time we stepped off the plane at BIA (Buffalo International Airport). I hadn’t been given the nice accommodating seat as I had during our flights to Vegas, and we had some simply terrible layovers… well, too long for my tastes of sitting at a airport terminal twiddling my thumbs, down to the last page of the magazine I had brought, poor baby breasts ready to return home to their rightful owners as they filled full of the milky juices those little darling owners so desired and needed. By the time we got on the last leg of the flight, flying heading home, I hadn’t pumped and felt nearly ready to explode.

On the flight, I got sandwiched in between this little old lady and this rather big guy. I would have rather had the aisle seat but I swear the big lug decided to take a nap almost immediately upon sitting down. So we took off and there was much turbulence on the ride as I guess, at ;east when we got near the Great Lakes, there was quite a windy system going through. My poor brassiere, already overstuffed (I had actually added about 2 inches during the Vegas trip… Vegas made me bigger, and what was made in Vegas was going to stay in Vegas LOL), my boobs jutted with only just so much space between their round fluffy tips to the back of the seat in front of me. They jiggled and sloshed during the turbulence. The little old lady stared at me and them like she’d never even looked at her own chest do the same.

The older woman and I at least had a conversation. It was about weather and things at first until we started talking about her grandchildren and then I mentioned the twins. The conversation got into breast feeding and, of course, as I had the jumbo rack, she asked questions regarding if there was any complications with nursing as “You are quite…large in the chest.”

I informed her that since it is kind of difficult to just sit in a chair and cradle my younglings, I typically either lay on the bed or throw some pillows on the floor and lay on my side and cuddle them as they nurse.

"So cute," the old woman said staring at my jutting jugs.

"So big," the big man next to me, waking up, said also staring at my behemoth baby-feeders.

I felt a sudden tingle in my breasts and moan as I felt myself begin to letdown. "Ugh, please. Stop staring." I groaned as my poor already over-blown breasts began to fatten. They grew larger and larger, butting up against the back of the seat in front of me.

"Ah yes, so much better when bigger," the old woman smiled.

"Yes, full at 30,000 feet," the big man smiled.

Suddenly one of the airline stewards came online across the plane's PA system. "We will now be serving a inflight beverage service." And as these words were said, I noticed another steward heading down the aisle with a large milking machine.

Gads!

What's in the Milk Box

2011-10-23T07:09:00.000-07:00

I now live in a bit older neighborhood. Homes are from the bygone days of factory workers and early industry. Little quaint homes lined up like little roofed boxes close the old industrial complexes which now stand vacant and overgrown with weeds, with dilapidated buildings scrawled with graffiti.

I noticed a little aluminum insulated box now used as a planter outside the side door of my neighbors (the older folks) and asked about it the other day, being drawn to it every time I stop over there to say hello. I always thought it was because of the pretty mums that are planted in the thing. Come to find out it was a box in which the milkman would deliver quarts of fresh milk in glass bottles back in the old days. Pretty neat.

OK. So this was one of my more boring ramblings. :)

Show Girl

2011-10-14T06:26:00.000-07:00

I have been in Vegas the last few days with my sister...the one who runs the Interior Design studio back in Buffalo...and my other sister Karin. It has been nice. Nice weather and all. Conferences are slightly boring but, oh well, I am getting paid because it is all still considered "on the job". However, I have been eating like a king, well, a pampered queen, and the attention this big Buffalo girl has been getting has been rather...intense...here in Vegas. Come to find out the hotel manager at our hotel has showered me with a vase of fresh flowers for my room every day, lots of free appetizers and tokens for the slot machines down in the lobby. At the conference center where the seminars and workshops are at, another hotel, one of the old regulars who must live at the place, has come up t say hello every morning as we arrive, wants desperately to take me to dinner, and even proposed to me while I was at break one day in the lobby playing slots. He calls me his "healthy little East Coast girl". LOL We went out to a night club a few evenings ago and I must have been asked to dance by every guy in the place (though I only danced with a few). Someone asked me if I was a show girl/exotic dancer. LOL

And I swear, on the wind, gently chanting, I hear the whole of Las Vegas saying, "Bigger. BIGGER. BIGGER!"

And...and I don't know what is happening to me, am having a hard time stuffing myself in my brassieres and clothing. I seem...I seem to be filling out...so much good food, positive attention. What's happening to me?

Bouncy Balls and Bean Bags

2011-10-06T03:46:00.000-07:00

I went out shopping with my sister Karin and a friend of hers the other day. What Karin and I were mainly shopping for, as we went into TOYS R US, was a gift for our friend’s little boys birthday which was coming up soon and a big blow out birthday party was planned for the 5 year old.

As we moved through the store, I was cutting down an aisle where a rack of bikes were hanging. On the opposite aisleway, a variety of balls, big and small and all varieties of colors was located. I had stopped to check out some kids bikes as my sister has a bicycling fanatic for a young boy and we were just checking the different bikes out along with prices. Two guys stood across from us, partially obscured by the tangle of bikes and shelving units, over on the ball side. I guess I’d call it the ball aisle.

“Those balls look like they have some bounce,” I heard one of the guy’s say. They appeared to be there with their kids though the kids were off destroying the next aisle down where the dolls and action figures were located.

“Gees, imagine trying to get a grip on those,” the other guy said.

I just so happened to glance up and be able to peer through the tangle of bikes and noticed they were looking through the tangle and at me…well…at my big baby boobs.

Considering I felt like doing one of two things: 1. Pulling my top up so they could get a good gander if a good gander is what they wanted, and bouncing them in my hands as I lick my full red lips, or 2. Walking around the aisle, coming up to them and kicking them in their balls (sorry, I’ve been in one of those moods as of late), I decided the best option was to simply pretend I didn’t hear their remarks. I turned so they wouldn’t see my big boob-balls and we continued on our way.

It was only some time later, as we wandered through the kids furniture that as we walked down the aisle with some kid’s bean bag chairs that the guys and their rowdy noisy kids came down the same aisle. We passed each other as I meandered by the bean bag chairs.

Some day perhaps I will garner commentary relating to boobs like bean bag chairs, but for now…they strolled by, eyes dropping to my chest and trying not to be obvious (sorry guys, you couldn’t be more) and we passed.

What is the point of this rambling? I don’t know. Is there a full moon around the corner because I feel that confusing rather strange cosmic tug. All I know is I am not up to bean bag status…and feeling in the mood to…GROW.

A Birthday Wish

2011-10-05T03:18:00.000-07:00

I would like to wish a good good friend a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Thanks for being you!

Blueberry Flu Vaccine

2011-10-03T03:29:00.000-07:00

It is coming up on flu season so my doctor highly recommended getting vaccinated. It is especially important with having young ones in the house, and, well, I certainly don’t feel like having the flu in the middle of taking care of the babeses and myself. Really, I don’t want to have the flu period.

Not finding time between work and all the other activities of life, talking with my doctor, she said she could send a nurse over to administer the shot to me. Since the babes were supping from me directly, presumably my vaccination would keep them in the clear also. It sounded like a good deal to me. I could be at home and they could bring the flu shot to me.

My doctor scheduled a nurse to come by the house around 7pm, giving me enough time to get home and get comfy before someone coming over and being jabbed. She did suggest I hold off nursing the babies until AFTER the shot so that they could be inoculated also almost as immediately as I was.

I had just gotten home, had just warmed up some leftover pizza for myself, was in my little living room watching the latest and greatest daily news on WKBW channel 7, watching the twins frollick in their bouncy seats, when the front door bell chimed. I checked my watch. It was just moving into the 6 o’clock hour.

Setting the pizza down and going to the door, I opened it to find a tall, thin bespeckled man in a white lab coat. His eyes were huge behind the pop-bottle lenses. His white hair was all a flurry and reminded me of Christopher Lloyd from his days playing Doc Brown from Back To The Future…though a rather skinny, gaunt version.

“Hello zerr. Iz this ze Helia Melonowski rezidenze?” the man said, eyes dropping to my jutting baby balloons.

“Yes. You are a little early, aren’t you?” I asked, trying to cross my arms over my chesties to block some of his eye-balling.

He looked all around as if the answer was somewhere in the air. “Ah yez yez. My last appointment was…how do you zay? Very quick.” The man said.

“Very quick,” I answered.

“What?” he said as I stepped back and let him come in.

“You asked how do you say, very quick.”

The man looked at me oddily then realized, “Ahh. You are being zarcastic. You naughty girl.”

I sat at the kitchen table with the nurse…um…man sitting across from me. He had brought in a small duffle bag with the syringes and little vials for the shot.

“You zeem very healthy, Mizz Melonowski. Are you breastfeeding your infantz?” the nurse said, again looking down at my jutting breasts as he arranged his material. He took two small glass vials which appeared to be filled with a clear blue liquid and filled two syringes.

“Yezz. I mean, yes I am.” I said.

“Zo et izz important to get zee zerum. I mean, the vaccination to zee right pointz,” he said, his eyes hungrily locked on my boobs. “Good. Pleez lift up your blouze.”

“You mean roll up my sleeve?” I said expecting the shots to go into my arm.

“No. I mean pull up your blouze.” He repeated.

“This is pretty odd,” I said lifting my top up over my heavy bra’d boobies. “If you wanted simply wanted to see my…”

I yelped as he suddenly raised the syringes and jabbed each one into one of my breasts. He injected the bluish serum into my boobs, smiling deviously.

“What the hey!” I said as I punched him in the face. He recoiled backwards as, feeling dizzy, I pulled the trembling empty syringes from my boobs and tossed them on the table.

I felt a strange pressure within my twin tubs of baby nourishment and gasped as I saw the skin around where the needles had penetrated turning blue. The blue coloring spread slowly, expanding until both my big breasts were blue. I felt pressure building, building. I groaned as I noticed my poor breasts starting to swell even larger.

“Oh gawds! What have you done to me?” I cried as the blue-ness spread, turning my chest blue, up my neck, down my arms.

The nurse, or whoever he truly was, staggered to his feet, smiling at his handiwork.

“Izz blue berry juice. Blue berrizz are full of anti-oxidants and so good for you. Mixed with your delicious and abundant natural milk,” the nurse said licking his lips. “You zzould be very very…or zzould I zay…berry berry popular thizz winter.”

As my bra straps tore, my blue giant boobs spilling out of destroyed bra, growing larger and larger and larger, I purposely fell against the demented nurse, the weight of my behemoth breasts forcing us both to the floor. I maneuvered so my ballooning jugs were in his face, growing fuller and heavier.

“Maybe you should see if it makes you feel better,” I said now with my own devious smile as my big blue blueberry juice and milk breasts grew larger and larger and larger and larger…

Art by haventslept

Headline News: Big Boobs Break Up Brawl

2011-09-20T16:53:00.000-07:00

I was in the car with my friend Trisha the other day. We had just finished up enjoying dinner at the Milestrip Road Applebee’s along with my babeses and Trish’s hubby (her hubby had drove separately and met us after work). McKinley Mall surroundings are a hot spot for dining, etc., and there seemed to be still quite a few vehicles rambling about, like a post-rush hour rammage. Or, I do not know, perhaps a game or somesuch at ECC or Frontier High School which are also close by. Trish is a fresh green bean fan and I guess she hadn’t had her fill so we stopped by Zittels after dinner. She was driving (her husband had the other car) and were on Southwestern waiting to turn onto South Park Avenue when the driver ahead of us jumped the gun on the light, bumped into car in front of him, and Trish, also watching the car in front versus the light ALMOST collided with the car ahead (who had originally jumped the gun). She basically suddenly stomped on the brakes and gave us all a little start.

We all ended up pulling over onto the side of the road on South Park though Trish did it more as being a witness to the accident that had occurred ahead of us. From how it appeared, and later how it was explained and understood, was that the driver at fault (the guy in front of us who we will call Mr. Chevy) was watching the light and when it changed to green, without waiting for the driver ahead of him (we’ll call him Mr. Nissan) or watching Mr. Nissan ahead of Mr. Chevy start moving, Mr. Chevy hit the gas and smacked into the rear of Mr. Nissan’s nice new black car. Mr. Nissan hadn’t started moving yet so… yes, chaos ensued.

So here we are sitting on the side of the road waiting for the police. Mr. Chevy had run up Mr. Nissan’s nice shiny new car’s backside fairly good. Trish had gotten out of the car and said she’d stay until the police arrived to give report as a witness. I stayed in the car doing baby-goo goo talk with the babies and enjoying the mild late summer evening weather.

Trish comes back to the car and we are sitting there talking. The two drivers are standing between the slightly crunched cars. The two guys were first talking humanely to each other, but then they start waving their arms around in the air, pointing at their car, pointing at the intersection behind us, pointing at each other. Their faces started getting close and it was obvious they weren’t going to kiss and make-up. We could see they were starting to exchange a rather heated amount of words.

Not wanting to see blows exchanged, and maybe a wee bit of her old law enforcement training coming to bear, Trish stepped back out to see what the increasingly heated conversation was. As she entered the verbal fray, both guys started pointing and seemingly barking at her… which, being one not to put up with such shit, Trish obviously started to return fire--she is a zillion times more ballsy than me when it comes to confrontation, I typically buckle and scamper away with tail between my legs.

But seeing my friend in the thick of things when I didn’t think the guys had any right to start directing fire her way, I decided to step out and see what was going on. Mind you, Trish has more than the ability to handle herself… she is an olde high school track and gymnast and did some real deal figure skating when she initially attended college. (Sorry, girl friend, if you are reading this and didn’t want me to spill any dirt. LOL) Anyway, I slid out of the car and walked up to the trio who were all focused on biting each others heads off, casting blame, etc.

“Hey, what’s the prob here,” I said to get their attention. All three turned. Trish looked ready to tear someone’s head off, but the two guys let their jaws hang open and gave me a once, twice, thrice over with their eyes and, LOL, I could almost see the pee and vinegar draining right out of them. (Though, saying that now I agree is kind of gross.) I could sense all prior thought taking flight, all anger subsiding, all thoughts of strangling each other abating.

“Hello,” Mr. Nissan said beating Mr. Chevy to the punch though he was clearing his throat ready to speak. Course, both verbal and thoughts were aimed downward, and my big baby bombs do not talk. Or, perhaps THEY DO SPEAK in a sort of subliminal way, like, “Quiet, boys. Mommy is talking.”

Perhaps they needed nursing because they were acting like babies.

Anyway, for better or for worse, my presence broke the tumult. Conversations returned to softer humane-speak… though the accusations and subtle insults continued until the police arrived.

After everything was said and done, and Trish and I got on our way (the babes actually fell asleep through this whole ordeal), Trish mentioned that I had saved her from kicking their testicles into their stomaches. A life saver… perhaps more for Mr. Nissan and Mr. Chevy. Laughing, knowing the guy’s attention had been drawn to her friend’s nature and milk-ballooned bosoms, she suggested jokingly that I start a new prevention group or organization. Kind of like MADD, but called, her suggestion, RARR, that is, Racks Against Road Rage. She had a couple other choice words that I will not mention because they were a bit unlady like (that’s Trish at times LOL), but my suggestion was a little more genteel I thought.

I thought perhaps BAB would be better. BAB, or Breasts Against Brutality, or could be, Boobs Against Bullying. However you want to spin it. Trish said she’d make a t-shirt if the solid decision was made. LOL Which one would you vote for? Or do you have ideas of your own?

Which brings me to a thought as I end this little rambling episode. A little story idea though perhaps will never write it.

A charity is announced. I am standing there with a large magic jar to collect the money. Each dollar that is slipped into the jar makes my bust grow that much. Ones, tens, twenties start to flow. I find I have underestimated people’s charitable side and the money continues to get stuffed in the magic jar as I struggle to hold it… and my growing charity-induced bust line.

And then the armored bank truck shows up…

In Honor of the Victims and Heroes of 9/11

2011-09-11T07:35:00.000-07:00

I would like to put aside the fun and fantasy and ramblings about myself to take a moment to honor the victims and heroes of 9/11. I think in some part we are all victims of 9/11. It still makes me cry. It still makes me remember. It still makes me go to the comfort of family and friends. That is what I wil be doing today, remembering and being with family.

And here is to the heroes both then and now who have died and who live and move forward.

God bless us all.

Getting "Fluffier"

2011-09-09T03:34:00.000-07:00

As I sat out in the back warehouse, where the sun shines warmly, st one of the two picnic tables with some other co-workers (female co-workers at the time), as I stuffed the last half a Little Debbies chocolate cake roll (my fave) into my mouth, one of my co-workers, glancing me up and down (all she could see was the front of me pretty much due to she was sitting across from me) made the comment, "My, Helia, you look fluffier and fluffier every day."

Other than presuming she meant I was looking fat...or fatter...I wanted to knock her in the face.

Not wanting to actually know what she was getting at, I left it alone and unwrapped my second Little Debbies.

Miniature Milk Men from Mars??

2011-09-07T03:37:00.000-07:00

I think I may have mentioned before the feeding schedule for the babeses. It is rather regimented, kept to the same schedule for the most part, for their benefit and mine. If there is any deviation, like say one or both of them are being stubborn little eaters, then mommy suffers and has to shift schedules a little bit. It is usually nothing very extreme, perhaps shifting an hour here or there. The only issue being that mommy is rather FULL after a span between feedings, and if there is a delay...well...mommy gets FULLER.

Which brings me to topic...

The last feeding for the evening is around 11pm. It is a slightly longer than normal stretch between then and when they wake and get fed again at 630-700am, nearly 8 hours. Though it provides me with time to get a good nights sleep, it also provides ample opportunity for my bounty-heavy bosoms to fill and fill and fill with that warm nutritious baby juice.

I sometimes swear during the night that, due to the amount I seem to create, some little men from another planet come to my place and fill me up. They fly in from Mars or somewhere in the Milky Way, sensing this human milk maiden. They bring their equipment, hoses and tubes and rubbery suction cups, all hooked up to their indispensable and unempty-able mothership. They sneak into my room while I am sleeping, slowly peel down the bed covers, gently peel back my nightshirt, climbing with quiet finesse upon my large warm breasts, hooking up their suction cups and hoses. They slip down my panties and slip giant probes into my nethers, keeping me happy in my dreamland as they concentrate on their main activity. They flip whatever switch it is that starts the process, and instead of the suction cups and tubing extracting my milk, they begin to fill me, fill my breasts with milk.

This activity must go on for hours for when I actually wake in the morning, my breasts are huge and sore, aching with the strain of needing release. Though I have tried in the past, I no longer try to stuff myself into my brassiere in the morning hours before feeding...they are just too big, heavy and engorged to stuff in those already enormous cups of supportive love. I can feel their weight and fullness as my senses come alive, rolling slowly out of bed, sometimes groaning with the exertion and achiness. They hurt to even wobble being at that grand full size and so taut in their extended fullness. I sometimes cradle them as I do my morning routines before the babes awake, just to keep them from swaying and slapping and bouncing too much.

Then the babeses wake and I can feed them, and I am in my own little heaven again for that time...

...forgetting about the little miniature milk men from Mars who will visit again that night to begin the process all over.

Morning Bounty

My BIG Hinderances

2011-08-30T18:38:00.000-07:00

It was a fairly busy day for me today, outside the usual bump and grind of work. I had to go get re-sized for bridesmaid gown alterations for an upcoming friends wedding, was given an impromptu baby shower by the girls in the office, and, due to a new adjustable chair that has ended up not being so adjustable for me, my big fat and very full milk-heavy boobies are hindering my reach to the keyboard...really. I mean, yeah, I can still type, I can still see the keyboard and all that, but my big milk kegs are mashed and squished quite thoroughly creating a warm fleshy yet definite barrier and ability for me to sit right and type...uh...normally. The way things are situated now I am basically reaching over my rotund babyfood dispensers trying to do this thing.

Don't get me wrong. I am not complaining or bitching about my current predicament, but I must say having two obese milk-engorged breasts banging and clanging about against anything and everything while trying to simply lead a normal life, go about my day...well...sometimes it sukks...or is a slight inconvenience...for me...perhaps not for others or for the babeses.

My mother takes the babes for "extended stays" on Tuesday giving mommy-me a little breather and time to get some other things done without having to focus 200% on the little darlings. (And they ARE little darlings. They are. They are. They are.) Except then I go without nursing for several hours, I continue to "fill" and fatten and next thing I am nothing but a mass of wobbling, sloshing, jiggling, bouncing milk mayhem. The seams of my maternity bra are ready to pop thread by thread. I have oodles of breast flesh squeezing out above, on the sides and below the overstuffed and overstrained cups. My shoulder straps, though padded and wide, are pulling down into my skin. My backstraps are digging into my back and spine...so it seems. The six hook clasps are ready to pull apart at the slightest concussive slosh.

Yeah, it's been one of those days and I feel ready to burst out of my clothing.

And then a huge helium tanker truck pulls up outside my door, the men in white lab jackets and sinister smiles barge in, air hoses in hand. I have no power to stop them and....

BIG Events While Away

2011-08-26T08:04:00.000-07:00

Hello all! Sorry for not updating my blog in like a week or so. I have been over at my brother and sis-in-law's place babysitting while they went on a little anniversary trip (actually a cruise! how fun!) so I was hanging at their place, babysitting their lovelies (and my own) and basically keeping very busy in doing so.

My brother lives in a fairly nice neighborhood, houses aren't stacked right on top of each other (like the older neighborhood I live in) and they have some little parks and a public swimming pool nearby. Most in walking distance. So mostly was a parade wherever we went, the 2 yr old on trike, 5 and 7 yr old on skooters and 10 yr old on foot, and big mommy bringing up the rear with the 8 mos old twins in the olde double-wide stroller. Like I said, was quite the parade.

While at a MacDonald's Play Place, while all the kids were rampaging about the slides and tubes and such, I struck up a conversation with a woman at another table who was there with her toddler. I know it was devious of me but she asked me if all those were my kids, after my brain churning and the little angel on one shoulder and little devil on the other shoulder argued my answer, I answered her. "Yes. They are all mine." Course, I could have easily followed up by they were currently my children under my charge as babysitter supreme...with the majority of them nieces and nephews. But I left the answer as that...they were all mine. She looked at me rather incredulously but left it at that.

On another front, I have been diligently listening to the breast enlargement hypnosis recording someone had turned me onto, downloaded it onto my iPod and listen to it every day when time permits. Also have been doing the cocoa butter.vitamin E massage technique...which feels good anyway because I get rather sore from nursing and them banging around all day restrained in these horrendous fitting nursing bras. (I may have mentioned in another post the annoyances of these maternity bras...their ill-fitting pinching poking, tight straps, constraining cups that struggle at maintaining comfort against my ever milk-heavy fattening dirigibles.) I can't tell if any of those techniques are working due to the fluctuations currently while I am nursing though I do seem to be larger even after nursing, that is, brassiere remains rather snug and overfilled...but again, my maternity bras sukk so...

One evening had a couple of the neighbor boys come by with lawnmower and hedge trimmers to do the yard. (Brother has a fairly large yard compared to my miniscule patches of grass. LOL) So I let the teens go to work. For 20 dollars I figure it was a deal. (They did say that was the usual price asked so...)

I chuckled internally as the two teens kind of looked at me with eyes wide and mouth gaping as I initially came to the door in a robe. It reminded later of a story I had read years ago on THE VALKYRIE site. Not sure why but (perhaps because some of it is a reality now) but this story came to mind: http://www.thevalkyrie.com/ladybumps/stories/misc3/janetsmilk01.txt

WITCH COOKIES - An Old Favorite

2011-08-20T10:52:00.000-07:00

As I am now back into a home-like neighborhood, with all the personalities, places and faces that come with it...versus apartment living...this old story comes to mind. At the end of the day, when things quiet down, I oft take the babes for a little walk down the street and around the block. It all reminds me of this tale that is one of the all-time faves of mine...

*****

Witch Cookies

By Helia Melonowski





Helia was walking around her old neighborhood, enjoying the bright summer 

day after visiting some friends who still lived in the area. She wore denim 

cut-offs and a large but tight fitting halter accentuating her massive 

132-inch bosoms. She rounded a corner, a corner where a old but quaint brown 

brick home sat atop a small hill. Green fluffy bushes and rows and rows of 

beautiful and colorful wildflowers lined the base of the home. The lawn was 

well manicured, as if each blade were hand clipped with a scissors. Bees, 

birds and butterflies fluttered about, dancing as if all around the 

top-heavy young girl.



As she passed around the corner and walked along the sidewalk on the west 

side of the home, Helia noticed a old woman staring out a big picture 

window. The woman with a bush of silver hair atop her head smiled at Helia. 

Helia returned the smile weakly, not sure about the person staring at her. 

For years and years, and as a child, Helia was told of the three old crones 

that lived in the house. Childhood tales constituted that the women were 

witches and terrible terrible persons. Helia had never had any run-ins with 

the women though she had trick-or-treated there as a kid and even returned 

their lost poodle once (that was before the poor old thing died).



Still though, the women seemed very friendly to Helia always, maybe too 

friendly. That was why she wasn't real sure on how to take the smiling old 

face in the window.



As Helia started passed the short driveway that lined the north end of the 

little two-story home, the sidedoor flew open and another of the 

inhabitants, a old woman with long straight salt-n-pepper hair, popped her 

head out. She waved Helia over. "Hello! Come here, young lady!"



Helia glanced about to make sure there was no one else the old woman could 

be talking to. Seeing no one else about, Helia shrugged, making her huge 

boobs jump in her giant haltertop, and heading across the driveway.



"Are you Helia Melonowski?" the salt-n-pepper haired woman asked glancing 

down at Helia titanic breasts. Her gaze sent a odd shiver down Helia's spine 

and made her fat grape-size nipples pop up.



"Yes. That's me," Helia responded.



"My my my, how you've grown! Why, your breasts must be as big as..."



The woman was cut off by yet another woman standing within the house. 

"Glinda, don't just stand there gawking, making the girl all 

embarrassed...invite her in!"



Glinda twirled her salt-n-pepper hair around a finger, blushing a bit, 

looking to Helia. "Why don't you come in and visit. We haven't seen you in 

so long," Glinda offered as she opened the door wider for Helia.



"I really shouldn't," Helia said checking her watch though she wasn't 

wearing one.



A scent of sugary baked cookie dough suddenly assaulted her nostrils, the 

smell coming from within the house. The aroma was tempting it was like two 

wisps of baking cookie vapors weaved their way down and grabbed Helia by her 

nose.



"We are making some wonderful tasty cookies. Why don't you come in?" Glinda 

said as Helia was already two-steps into the house.



The bushy haired old woman met Helia at the top of the stairs that led into 

a cute little kitchen with a dining table and four wood chairs. "Matilda is 

baking again. You are going to love her cookies," the woman said.



"Well, Zalda, I've only been at it for years now," the other old woman said, 

the one who had told Glinda to not embarrass Helia.



"Here, my dear," Matilda said taking a pan full of cookies and offering it 

to Helia. "Have a cookie or two."



Helia couldn't resist, the cookies smelled so wonderful. She took three and 

began to nibble. The three women looked at each other and smiled. Helia's 

nibbling turned into out and out huge bites as the taste of the sweets 

totally overtook her. She wolfed down the first one, then stuffed the second 

one in her mouth, hardly chewing then swallowing. The third cookie followed 

quickly and she stood there, chewing with stuffed cheeks like a chipmunk, 

crumbs covering the shelf her huge boobs made in her top.



"My word. They are going over better than expected," Matilda said as she 

offered Helia more.



"Maybe we should go sit down in the living room," Zalda said as she guided 

Helia out of the kitchen and into a spacious living room area. Helia grabbed 

four cookies on the way and was greedily munching away.



"My word, you know what becomes of a young girl who eats too many sweets," 

Glinda said as she puffed her cheeks out, pretending like she was fat.



"The dear looks like she could use a little fattening up," Matilda smiled as 

Helia took three more cookies as they took their seats.



"These are delicious!" Helia said with crumbs flying out of her mouth.



"It looks like all her fat went right to her breasts," Glinda said as Helia 

plopped down in a big fluffy leather chair. Her huge boobs bounced in her 

halter.



"Glinda!" Zalda spoke up, waving a hushing finger at the old woman.



"Oh hush," Glinda said. "Helia, do you like having very large breasts?"



Helia stopped chewing and looked at the woman. "Ummm, well, I am kind of 

used to be large if that's what you mean."



"Hmm, she's used to having large breasts," Glinda smiled at the other two 

women.



"More cookies?" Matilda offered.



"I think she's had more than enough," Zalda said warningly.



"Oh shush now!" Glinda said as she watched Helia scoop up five more cookies 

and start to stuff them in her mouth.



"I could use some milk or something to wash these down," Helia said with a 

mouthful of cookie.



Glinda, Zalda and Matilda all looked at each other. "We can help you," 

Matilda said laying the cookies before Helia. She went into the kitchen and 

came back, almost too fast, with a big glass of yellowish liquid. She 

offered it to Helia.



"What is that?" Helia asked as she took the glass and smelled its contents.



"Umm, it is goat's milk. The only kind we have," Zalda quickly said.



Glinda watched as Helia gulped down the big glass. With the last swallow 

Helia scrunched up her face. "Yuk! That tasted horrible!" she protested. But 

suddenly another expression came to her face, one of sudden surprise as 

Glinda took the glass and Helia pressed her hands to her large breasts. 

Rubbing her breasts, Helia then fell back into the comfy chair, her hands 

going to her head.



"Anything wrong, deary?" Zalda said smiling and winking to the other two old 

women.



"I feel suddenly...kind of strange," Helia gasped as her hands dropped down 

to her breasts and she gasped as she looked down realizing and feeling that 

her huge breasts, already huge at 132 shirt-popping inches, were bigger 

and...GROWING! "Oh my!! What is happening to me!"



"Another magic cookie, my dear?" Matilda said.



"M-magic!" Helia said with her eyes wide. "You women are...you are witches?"



The three women looked at each other and giggled. "Why, yes. You mean you 

didn't know that after all these years? Gosh, we've been watching you child 

for years! We are surprised you haven't noticed." Zalda said as Helia rocked 

back in her seat as her halter blossomed outward and on the side, her huge 

breasts gaining inches each second.



"Watching me?" Helia cried as her now overfilled top began to split down the 

middle. The old women had to duck as garment suddenly tore off and away and 

sailed across the room. Helia sat there, rubbing her growing boobs that 

filled out her lap, nipples poking up and out like overripe grapes.



"Why, yes. We've watched your giant breasts grow and how you ran around 

enjoying them and teasing all the men and laughing at all the flatter girls. 

We thought it was time we change things for you, to make you into what you 

really should be," Glinda said as all three women came and placed their 

hands on Helia's bloating bosoms.



"What? Make me into what?" Helia cried as her breasts suddenly began to grow 

faster, their weight pushing her back in the chair.



"A big fat cow," Zalda laughed as the three women began to chant. They 

chanted, "Bigger bigger, make her grow now. Enlarge her enlarge her into a 

big fat cow."



"Noooo!" Helia cried as the ladies stepped back as Helia was pulled out of 

the chair by her quickly inflating boobs. Her giant tits went to the floor 

with the rest of her following close behind. Helia was suddenly laying on 

top of two swelling breasts that quickly filled out to the size of the big 

fluffy chair she had been sitting in.



"My my my. Now I would say our little neighbor does have some very large 

breasts," Glinda laughed as the three old women stood to the side and 

watched Helia rise up and up and up as her monstrous breasts rose up and up 

and up and expanded outward, larger and larger.



"Oooooh, NO! I'm getting...tooooo bii-iiig!" Helia cried as her little body on 

top of her giant boobs slid to the side, her massive breasts rolling from 

underneath her. The massive mounds of flesh suddenly were on top of her and 

she was trapped beneath her immense breasts feeling them fill and expand.

They grew bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.



She felt her huge nipples touch the ceiling and the pressure became 

unbearable. "I'm going to burst!" she gasped as her breasts filled out more 

and more, wider and wider as they were crushed against the ceiling and could 

only expand outward to her sides.



Moisture ran down her breasts and the old women pointed and gasped. "There 

she blows. She's a real milker now!" Zalda exclaimed as a torrent of creamy 

milk ran down Helia's ballooning breasts.



"No! No! Noooo!" Helia cried, then the sight of her expanding obscenely 

obese bosoms and the waterfall of milk spun away and her world turned dark 

and she slipped into unconsciousness.



#



The three old witches stood outside the wood fencing peering into a deep 

green and grassy pasture. A farmer with a red plaid shirt and suspenders and 

a John Deere cap on his sun-kissed face stood beside the three women also 

looking into the large green pasture.



"I assure I have never seen anything like it but I sure appreciate you 

giving me that fine cow there," the farmer said looking at a huge black and 

white Holstein cow that was as wide as two or three of his regular cows. 

"She looks like a real winner as far as being a prize milker. Gads, I've 

never seen an udder so big."



The cow teetered around, between its hind legs was an udder so large the 

four fat teats dangled mere inches above the grassy ground. The cow's legs 

were spread wide to accommodate the huge milk sac that ballooned from 

between its hind legs.



"Oh, we're sure you'll enjoy her. In fact," Matilda said winking at her two 

friends as she waved a finger and pointed out towards the cow. "you could 

say your little prize milker is just beginning to bloom."



The cow's brown eyes grew wide as if in alarm and she suddenly started to 

try to move away. She wasn't moving too fast though for her hind legs were 

not touching the ground anymore as her milk sac seemed to be swelling even 

larger.



"My my, I better get out and milk that bossie," the farmer said as he 

grabbed a milk pail and started out.



"By the way, I never did catch the name of the cow," the farmer stopped.



"We like to call her Helia," the three women chimed in unison.



END

Nosy Neighbors Get A Showing

2011-08-19T03:52:00.000-07:00

I had some new neighbors come by my new place the other day. A woman and her older teenage daughter. The girl was in her late teens, would be a great babysitter since it seemed like all the other young people around the immediate neighborhood were not old enough to (baby)sit.

The woman, Dawn, seemed nice enough upon arrival. Her daughter, Jill, all but exuded from every pore Miss Manners upon entry into my little abode. Since they hadn't been in the little house before and sounded interested in seeing the interior, I felt there were no issues showing them around. (Note: everyone knows each other on my block. The older folks next door mentioned Dawn and that she had an older daughter who might be able to babysit once in a while so I felt safe with the two in my place.) Once the tour was done (it didn't take long in the little place), we all sat down in the little living room and chat.

While we spoke it was at this time that I felt strange, and if I looked away, the feeling stronger. When I'd turn back to Dawn and her daughter they would be suddenly looking at me eye to eye. Jill was a little red faced.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked the two who sat across from me.

"No no," Dawn said, clearing her throat and looking at her daughter. "Well, Jillian said she's never seen such large breasts. I mean, I recognize you must be nursing but..."

There was a moment of silence from both sides of the room. I had the paths of two possible actions rumbling through my mind. One path: try to wrap my arms around my chest and TRY to hide their immenseness. Path two: grope and fondle and bounce them on purpose and say with excited glee YEA! YES! I HAVE HUGE BOOBS! and of course would be mocking them. Nyah nyah nyah! I have big giant soft milk-heavy boobies and you don't! Nyah nyah nyah!

But instead I blushed profusely and awkwardly changed the subject, asking them what kind of weather they thought we might have this Fall.

*Sigh*

Dear Future Balloon Husband

2011-08-14T10:17:00.000-07:00

Dear Future Balloon Husband--

Though you are so far away, I just wanted to say I was thinking of you today. I put on my wedding gown to see how it would fit and feel. It was very snug, you know, trying to cradle and cuddle up with all of me in my current state. It was very exciting and I couldn't help but be interested in seeing, thinking about after our wedding and the reception, when we'd be off on our own together, and you'd peel me out of my gown...I wanted to "fill up and fill out" and see what this special little designed gown could hold.

I took my little helium tank which I had recently gotten filled up and put my little mask on that has the hose attached from mask to tank. I guess I got a little overzealous and just cranked the handle on the tank wide open. I almost passed out with that rush of sweet helium blasting into me. I inhaled and inhaled and inhaled, and felt myself getting bigger and bigger and bigger. I couldn't help myself, I just had to take that whole tank inside myself and I kept it coming, and kept growing larger, swelling larger, wider, fatter and fatter. I felt my breasts and belly, oh my gosh, my whole entire body fill out, fill up, bigger and bigger and bigger. I wasn't scared, I was doing it all for you. I want to be my biggest on our special day.

Umm...so if you get this message, I know it might be bad luck to see your bride-to-be in her dress before the wedding but...ummm...I am kinda stuck in my house, a bit overinflated for the space available...please come and help me out if you get the chance.

With much love and BIG happy thoughts--

Helia

Big Girl In The Neighborhood

2011-08-10T03:30:00.000-07:00

I took the babes over to a public (neighborhood) pool the other day (like right before it started to rain). It isn't very deep, about chest level to me but decent for kids...and refreshing enough for adults to dip in and cool down. Since I do not have a suit that currently fits over my distended form, I went in the water in sundress...even if it got kinda of see-thru when wet, my maternity nursing bras look like thick giant halters so...one probably wouldn't know that I wasn't actually wearing some sort of swim gear.

I am the new kid on the block, like the new kid in a new school. No one has seen this girl before. So I wasn't surprised to be gawked at, whispered about, stared at by young and old. People were of course pleasant enough which was very nice, saying hello as we walked by...after tearing their eyes away and then looking up into my face. It wasn't a bad experience, just felt like the major attraction in a parade as I strolled the babes in and pulled our little red wagon of gear behind me.

Last night I had a related dream, about being at a pool (can't say it was the one we were at the day before) and I was big as a house and slowly getting bigger, floating on me back in cool refreshing water. It was exciting and arousing.

Hmmm....perhaps I need to take another trip to that pool. :)

Backyard Grazing

2011-08-09T03:30:00.000-07:00

I spent some time outside as well as inside my new little home this past weekend. After going through the umpteenth box of stuff (who knew one has so much STUFF until you move) and being quite tired of it while the sun (somewhat) shone outside and the weather was warm, I decided to go out back, into my little patch of backyard and see what could be done to...uh...beautify it a bit.

The backyard, the squarish little plot that it is, is something maybe like 30 feet deep from rear of house to back fence, and perhaps 15 feet or so from where the east side of the driveway ends to the little side fence that divides my yard and Jonathan and Kim's (the older couple who live to east of me). I do not have a mower yet (am looking at a electric one a friend has available to buy) and considering the grass is very green and thick, it is also very tall...tall being about a bushy 4-5 inches or more. There are wild flowers and other things (weeds!) in the little strip of garden that runs along the side and rear of the fence, including some tomato and bean plants that look none too healthy at this point.

Still though, it is all mine to do what I want to do with it, so me and the babes, all three of us were crawling around in the tall grass. I knelt on hands and knees, picking small weeds and sniffing at the chest level flowers. Butterflies fluttered all around us, landing on us, gliding by, tickling us.The birds sang sweetly. Mmmmm, I just wanted to graze and wander about the grassy field (small as it is) slowly, lumbering back and forth while my calfs keep close and nuzzle up against me...their big mommy-milkcow growing big for them so they always have nourishment. Moooo!!

The Big Girl Next Door

2011-08-04T16:45:00.000-07:00

I have finally got all my stuff moved into my new little teeny weeny house. I am not complaining though because there is far more room than the meager apartment I had been living in forever..and that obviously shrank with the presence of the babes. Now at least I can stretch out a bit...especially with having 3 bedrooms (though they are small). Using one for a office or den or whatever, one for my room, one for the kiddies. I have been super wiped out after all this, thus the slow appearance and writing of new blogs and such. I hope to get back on the road to rambling very soon.

One of my new neighbors, Kimberly, and my older sister were over assisting me in putting things away and my dear sweet sister had to pull up one of less than fabulous brassieres to wave in front of my new neighbor. Luckily, we had all had some drinks and were chuckling over it...though I can tell you toting around these things in all their milky glory can somedays be a bit...tedious.

BIG Moving Day

2011-07-30T08:43:00.000-07:00

This weekend I and the babeses (and their enormous feeding apparti...my boobs) are moving. Please be patient. Please don't mind the bust...er..the dust as I get settled into my new larger living space.

xoxoxox

Helia

More More Mastasia Mindy

2011-07-28T15:27:00.000-07:00

A friend brought up the thoughts, illustrations and inspirational aspects of the model who is Mindy at Mastasia. As some peeps are fans of little ole me, I am somehow someway enticed and a fan of Mindy. Sometimes I think it is a disease. I am enamored by her form, her hugeness, and desire to be in reality like her...as impossible as that might be in reality. I can't tell you how thinking of being HER size makes me feel, but it is certainly naughty and nice all wrapped into one sweet bundle of...er...pleasant thought.

I guess I gotta ask...how would you react to your girlfriend Helia appearing on your doorstep toting a pair of super duper enormo Mindy-sized boobages?

Story: Super-Sized at HOOTERS

2011-07-21T03:28:00.000-07:00

Super-Sized at HOOTERS
By Helia Melonowski 2011

(Note to reader: a friend gave me the idea for this little tale after asking me if I have ever worked for HOOTERS. I have only been to that restaurant twice. Have never worked there. I think I would be good there at clearing tables as my own hooters would simply be in the way and wipe out customer, food and drink alike in one fell jiggle or swing.)

Another evening at work. The restaurant was filling up with people who enjoyed their buffalo wings and scantily clad waitresses serving them such. I was no exception in my uniform that was two sizes too small on top to contain my enormous breasts, and the same for the bottoms which made my large buttcheeks peek out the bottom. It appeared all my apparel had shrunk severely in the clothes dryer, or shrunk perhaps as I had worn it, tightening around me.

My first table, two guys.

"Hi. Welcome to HOOTERS. I am Helia. May I get you started with drinks or an appetizer?" I asked with a bright smile, holding out my order pad so I could see it over my jutting breasts.

Both men, who'd been looking the other way, turned, eyes immediately going to my partially revealed huge bosoms.

"Holey cow, Mike! I literally mean HOLEY COW!" one of the guys spouted with eyes nearly popping from his head. I fidgetted uncomfortably under his gaze. My boobs tingled.

The guy's buddy, Mike, seemed too agog to form words.

"What're you offering to drink? Milk? I bet there is a lot of milk," the rude guy said grinning from ear to ear and licking his lips. He laughed, punching his buddy in the arm who glared at him.

I bit my lip. Nipples swelling. Breasts feeling...peculiar.

"I think we are ready to order already, baby," the rude guy said. "You got subs..."

I went to respond that we didn't have submarine sandwiches but he cut me off. "You gotta have subs to go with those giant torpedoes," he cackled.

I groaned, feeling my breasts start to expand.

"I could take a beer though...right from the kegs," he laughed.

Mike's eyes began to widen as he noticed my breasts swelling.

"Ummm, dude, you better..." Mike tried to say.

"Hooters? More like WATERMELONS," Rude Guy laughed.

My boobs swelled, tightening my top. Getting bigger and bigger. Stitching started to strain.

"Or more like DIRIGIBLES! WEATHER BALLOONS!"

"Dude! You should stop. She looks ready to..." Mike cried, but it was too late.

BAH-ZOOOM!!! My breasts exploded from my top as the top blasted completely off and away from my rapidly growing breasts. They blasted out and smashed into the rude guy, knocking him off his seat and onto the floor.

Such is the life of a balloon girl.

A BIG thank you to RJ for this inspiring pic

International Giant Boob Star

2011-07-18T03:53:00.000-07:00

Had some relatives in this past weekend. Though it isn't necessarily my favorite activity due to I've only been there like five million times, they enjoy going to Niagara Falls. So, five million and one, we went to Niagara Falls (American side) and spent some time there, though I spent more time heading into shoppes and restaurants with the babes keeping them and myself cool...it was a scorcher out there, nice and sunny but, ugh, hot and humid. (I keep a few kleenex stuffed between my boobage to dab up perspiration.)

There were a goodly amount of visitors at the falls of all makes and models. There were some Asian folks, a very large group of them, visiting the falls, snapping away pictures. Some of the cameras looked the size of boat anchors and, knowing how top-hanging weight kills the neck and back, wondered if some of these people ended up needing chiropractic services when they got home.

I do not know if this group was local, from the U.S. or from aboard and visiting our state-side attractions. I did not hear any English language spoken.

I did become the subject of a few camera lenses. It was fairly easy to figure out as a couple of the guys turned, saw me, nudged their buddies, and lifted camera. I mean, no, could not understand what they were saying but the pointing and leaning into another friend, talking, smiling and nodding as they looked my way...umm...a little obvious. It was like, "Um, the good views are behind you, guys."

They apparently thought otherwise.

So across your internet travels, if you see any pictures of a very large busted brunette standing before the NF gift shoppe or Hard Rock cafe entrance, manning a stroller with two adorable children...umm...that would be your little Buffalo NY international boob star.

xoxox

Helia

Can I get bigger?

2011-07-15T03:47:00.000-07:00

A online friend of mine sent me a message asking, even considering I am larger (busted) now due to having the twins and nursing, would I still want or wish to be BIGGER.

I would be outright lying if I answered anyway but with a resounding YES!

Outside of all the facts, realities, fantasies and whatnot, a little voice in the back of my mind, even on those days where my neck and back are absolutely KILLING me from toting around these gigantic milk-filled spine-shappers, even after all the strange gawks and stares and whispered comments as I go out in public and (try) to control the bounce and jut and think I can act "downsized" a little (yeah, right)...that little voice pops up and squeaks devilishly, deviously, wantonly in my ear YOU DO WANT TO BE BIGGER THAN THIS.

Outside of the medical reality of it all, and the fact being pregnant and having babies did what it did, I sometimes think...Eegad! It's a sickness to deep inside want to be...BIGGER.

Another friend of mine mentioned something to me about the Mastasia (spelling?) model named MINDY. If any of you know, I have a deep undying love and lust after Mindy. (My OFB avatar is her btw) She invokes such arousal and such a desire inside me to somehow attain her sweet sweet enormous size...it often makes my head swim. I become dizzy with desire. She inspires me!!!

So how would/will I achieve such larger, gigantic, enormo sizes to attain my Mindy-esque desire? I do not know. Sometimes, the way things have gone in my life, it almost seems like my inner desires spawn outward reality. So...um...perhaps positive thinking????

My BIGGER Space

2011-07-13T03:22:00.000-07:00

I have been living somewhat in the same apartment and same apartment complex, ie, rental community, for many many years now. It has been a great place to live and a grand experience through and through, but in the advent of children and just simply growing out of the two bedroom place, I have and had been always game for a new and larger place to accommodate me and my growing assets.

A few weeks ago a friend pointed out some options of perhaps looking into small homes that may be offered as rental property or perhaps even land contract or, I hate this term, rent-to-own. (It sounds like I am buying it from a Rac's or rental store.)

So I started looking in the paper and keeping my eyes open for small homes that were available for rent. Family and friends also kept their eyes peeled for a new and bigger place for me, my babes and my billowing boobies. (OK, they were mainly looking to assist me and the babes...not the other giant things protruding and hanging heavily off my chest.)

Good news! A few places were found. I have spent the last few weeks checking them out. Came down to a decision on two. Had to fill out all sorts of paperwork and undergo all sorts of scrutiny. I was surprised they didn't require that they (the landlords) give me a complete physical. (One landlord was a single older guy, and the other was a man and woman...they all spent a bit of time staring agog at the extremely busty potential new renter. LOL)

Anywho, I decided on one place. Everything, all paperwork, was in order. And I am now working on moving my stuff from my old 2-bedroom apt on the 3rd floor to a small 3-bedroom home, 1 1/2 bath, finished "half room" and storage in the attic, full basement and a small, quaint front and back yard on a quiet street that is located actually not too far from my parents...though the drive back into town will be a bit longer time-wise. Cost is about the same as I was paying in rent for the ole apartment.

Yippee!!!

Now...if they only made the doors a bit wider...

Kisses--

Helia

My Big Floats

2011-07-11T03:53:00.000-07:00

It is summer time and that means pool time. I love going to the pool and/or to Lake Erie or a inland lake and go swimming. Have always been drawn to water, don't know why.

One of my sister's and one of my brother's are fortunate enough to have a pool or have built a pool, and to my good fortune, they let me come over and utilize it in the hot and steamy days of summer. I sometimes prefer going to their pool due to my current predicament with some extra large milk-heavy boobies. I do not have a appropriate sized top to wear. I have yet to find a bathing suit that, though it accomodates my bottom half, none have come close to being able to accomodate my upper body dimensions.

Currently, with a t-shirt on, or if no one is around, my enormo maternity brassiere that looks like a giant (though ugly industrial strength) halter top, I will jump in the pool and relax.

I come equipped with my own pool toys and flotation devices.

STORY: Watermelon Girl

2011-07-09T09:27:00.000-07:00

Watermelon Girl
By Helia Melonowski 2011

As the warm summer breeze wound through the tall grass, it made the grass gently sway from side to side. As the wind sang through the green leaves of the trees, the brown branches gently creaked and waved. In the watermelon patch on her uncle's farm, Helia sat tendering the big watermelons and the one's pursuing bigness at some point in their lifetime as they grew.

The powdery plant food the old lady down the road had given her made her hands green. Oh, it would wash off, but it was messy stuff. Once mixed with water, it made kind of this sticky gel. To avoid getting a coating of dirt on her sticky hands, she often wipe her plant food-caked hands on the front of her top, and by days end her tops would have big smears of handprint green on her chest looking like perhaps some kind of plant monster had tried to fondle her small tea-cup sized breasts. She had done this for years, had ruined many a top that would not come clean, but it was all for the good of the watermelon patch that she so loved.

After tending the wonderful green plants, she head back to town, sad to leave but excited that she would return soon. She would tell all her friends how she loved tending that watermelon "garden of paradise". Her friends would often chuckle at her whimsy, saying, "But it [the wastermelon patch] obviously doesn't quite love you back" while pointing and/or obviously looking at her chest. She would blush and cross her arms over her tiny bosoms. Inside, she wished she had larger breasts, big BIG breasts so that her friends would not make fun of her paltry attributes.

One day while tending the watermelon patch, a twinkle of sunlight caught Helia's eye. She blinked and squinted, raising a hand to shield her eyes as she knelt within the watermelon patch surrounded by various sizes of developing melons. Suddenly the twinkle transformed into a small fairy with glittering wings and a cute little pixie face.

"I am the Fairy of the Gardens and have been watching you and how you lovingly tend this patch of plumpest watermelons," the pixie said fluttering before a stunned Helia. "I have come to grant one wish, your deepest desire, anything you want."

Helia had to close her mouth as it had been hanging open in awe. Her mind immediately turned over what her wish should be. So many choices, so many things she could wish for.

She glanced down at her blue cotton top that hung loosely and soiled with dirt and plant food, peering at her paltry sized breasts that barely thrust from the top. She glanced at the wonderfully sized watermelons all around her, and then the wish came to her...

"I want breasts like the biggest watermelons in this patch. THE BIGGEST!" Helia exclaimed excitedly.

"Your wish is granted," the fairy said waving her little arms and a shower of glitterdust powdered Helia's chest.

Helia slapped her hands to her chest as a cool tingle spread about. She gasped as very quickly her small tea-cup sized breasts grew...and grew...and grew...AND GREW until her top rode up and exploded right off her and giant, oh so giant breasts the color and shape of the biggest watermelons ever hung from her little ribcage.

The fairy giggled and vanished in a puff of rainbow-hued glitter.

"Oh poo," Helia sighed, running her hands over her watermelon-colored breasts.

Her hands still were filthy with dirt and plant food, and as she rubbed herself...another wave of cool tingling sensations wound around her chest...

Gigantic Eye Magnets

2011-07-08T04:08:00.000-07:00

I work at my sister's interior design and landscaping business. I feel very lucky to have the job, and thankful for being able to work with family. It is a clerical job for the most part, typing up invoices, checking work orders, sending invoices, filing bill payments after the accounting dept. (an army of one person) has done their thing, etc., etc.

A few months ago, while things were still somewhat slow before the big spring/summer business boom, my work center/station was moved from the back to a spot up front where I could a bit more directly interface with my co-workers and business clients (contractors, home-owners, etc.). I was very happy about it.

My old office space had been in the back room, away from everyone more or less. No windows. The droning hum of the flourescent lights overhead. Blah. And it was cramped also. When I was pregnant with the twins (ie, the babes) and ballooned up big as a house, the confined space was like a obstacle course. Chair and desk were somewhat non-adjustable nor could things be moved around enough to create any semblance of more breathing room, so I was constantly colliding boobs, belly and butt, with things as I tried to get around. I was able to get my desk slightly re-situated so I could see over increasingly blossoming baby boobs and increasingly expanding tummy...so I wouldn't mash my computer keyboard and puncture myself on my pen/pencil holder.

After the babes were born, and my body (well, body other than my boobs) returned to "normal", that was when I was moved...or moreso, my office area was moved out front.

I am not complaining, and I love my job dearly, but I now seem to be the "hot topic" as our male contractors and such come in. I think the verbal orders and communication come in slower because eyes are cast elsewhere checking out the clerk with the giant rack. I find myself often glancing up from my work as I catch whispers and chuckles and find eyeballs locked onto my enormous baby feeders. Doesn't matter what I wear, it is hard to hide these gigantic milk-heavy torpedoes. When I stand, breaths are held. Wobble slosh wobble wobble.

*Sigh* It's my lot in life to currently be a spokesperson for the American Dairy Association. LOL

Happy 4th of July

2011-07-05T11:58:00.000-07:00

I hope you all had a great weekend and, for you Americans, had a great 4th of July holiday weekend.

I spent my weekend with the babes and my family and some relations and their friends at my brother's place who, his wife and he, own a little under 20 acres south of town near Griffins Mills, NY. I was there Saturday and Sunday, "camping" along with everyone...you know, really roughing it with the house not far away, a huge swimming pool to keep cool in, etc. I did share a tent (babes slept inside the house) and stuffed myself into this little dome tent very nicely. There were comments made regarding the spherical shape of the dome tent and my brassiere cups...by none other than a drunken sister.

One of the treats (outside of marshmallows, smores and such) was strawberry milk. I loved strawberry milk as a kid, and indulged in it over the weekend. It inspired the illustration below.

Good thing they don't make watermelon-flavored milk. I love watermelon also. Some crude folk say I ate too much of it (watermelons) as a child and obviously swallowed too many seeds. LOL

Again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA! And I hope everyone had a nice weekend and holiday.

Helia

Bigger with Babies

2011-06-30T18:47:00.000-07:00

Ooo-wheee! Who needs silicone or any of those other unnatural enhancements when you can simply get pregnant, let Mother Nature do her deal on you, and come out heapin' hoppin' bigger than you've ever been? (And to some point never imagined in...well...a reality setting...you know...versus ye old B.E. fantasy setting...LOL)

Yeah, on certain days I feel a bit down and frumpy on the "new me" but for the most part, it is a HEALTHY me look I suppose. One that can be and/or should be expected from a woman who just had a baby let alone TWO. Like Lady Gaga sings, "Baby, you were born this way." Well, perhaps I wasn't born this way, but obviously born to be BIG, and born to have babies (love my babes) and then, well, grow with the changes.

I will be sharing some interesting stories that may titilate you as I went from big to BABY BIG and beyond. Guess I am never surprised by peoples reactions, both good and bad, but...well...will save that for another blog commentary.

Good bye "firm" and bodacious to waaa-ay fluffed and behemoth.

xoxoxox

Helia

(Before and After Babes by me)

STORY: Wally the Warlock Pt1

2011-06-30T03:25:00.000-07:00

Wally the Warlock Part 1

By Havent-slept and Helia Melonowski

Chapter 1

On a Saturday night, Helia went out with a couple of her friends to see performance from the famous Wally the Warlock. She was surprised to see that they had a good table in the front row. The audience lightly chattered until the room lights dimmed and the spotlight shone on stage. The girls rolled their eyes when they saw the cheesy fog machine and laser effects used to zaz up the performance. A plume of smoke rose and out stepped a slender young man wearing a sharp suit and tie. He spoke wearing a charming smile and with eyes that seemed to dazzle the girls.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Tonight's performance will show you t---" he kept on using his dramatic voice while descending from the stage and into the audience, trying to impress the crowd with lame card and coin tricks for the next five minutes.

Helia leaned over to her friend and whispered into her ear. "This guy's act stinks", she said not too discretely. Her friend stifled a laugh.

"I heard that!" Wally shouted from the opposite side of the room.

The girls looked up and saw that he was looking directly at them. Surprisingly, he wasn't scowling or hurt but instead he was still smiling pleasantly.

"Now then, lets move on to the next part of my act. I shall need a volunteer," he narrows his eyes and scans the crowd. He sees many people raising their hands eagerly but he already knew who to choose.

"You!" he points at Helia, who wasn't raising her hand.

"Me?!" she froze, blinking as the spotlight centered on her. "But I didn't --"

"Give her a hand, ladies and gentlemen!" he interrupted by clapping. The audience's applause drowned out her meek protests and even her friends roused her from her chair.

She marches up onto the stage to Wally the Warlock.

"What's your name?" he asks, holding out the microphone for her to answer.

"Helia Melonowski." she answered confidently.

He repeated her name and gestured the audience to applause..

"Ok, who hasn't seen this classic trick?" He produces a newspaper in his hands from seemingly nowhere.

"The milk in the newspaper trick." The audience claps lightly and a showgirl wheels in a table with a single gallon jug of milk.
"I'm going to make this gallon of milk disappear into this folded newspaper. I'm just going to fold it using this ancient Chinese origami folding trick and -" He flaps the newspaper in the air and clumsily crinkles and creases it in no apparently helpful way.
"And done!" It looks like a crumpled mess.

"And now I need my lovely assistant Helia to assist me with the trick. Can you do it?"

"Yes,"

"Ok, I want you to >dramatic pause< hold this newspaper. Can you do it?"

"Of course."

"Good, here you go." He gives her the newspaper.

She holds out with both hands so that milk could be poured in. Wally upturns the jug and pours it in until its empty. *galunk glub glub*

"See that? One gallon, gone!" The audience didn't really respond. They've seen it before.

Helia's eyes widened as she felt a strange sensation in her breasts.

"Helia, flip it upsidedown and shake it, would you?" She absently did as she was told, still trying to figure out the strange sensation in her breasts. She tipped the paper and nothing came out. But the crowd was still quiet.

"Okay okay, you're right. Its a Sunday paper, so maybe its just REALLY absorbent." He smiled mischievously and popped the caps to two more plastic jugs. Mysteriously, the table now had dozens of gallons of milk arranged on it. How they got there, nobody knew.

But Helia was feeling rather odd at the moment. She felt flushed and her nips were buzzing. Her breathing became more rapid as she felt her boobs fill out, slowly at first and then with increasing gain. They grew heavier and heavier and larger in her top. The buttons of her blouse strained and gaps into her cleavage could be seen by all. The topmost button surrendered and popped off, flying off into someone's champagne flute.

He poured in both jugs at the same time and Helia feels the same sensations of filling again but with greater intensity. She could hear the gurgling sounds as it felt like a cold liquid was being pumped into her poor bloated titties. The magician tossed aside the emptied jugs, grabbed another pair and hastily started pouring those in too. Another pair of buttons popped off, whizzing past Wally's ears. Her clothes felt like were becoming more restricting and she could hardly breath. Helia could feel her breasts swell and press into her outstretched arms but she stubbornly held the folded newspaper.

All of the audiences eyes were watching Helia and her swelling breasts, entranced. Wally had already emptied eleven gallons and was now dumping in the last two, making it a total of thirteen. While emptying the last drop, Helia's boobs couldn't wait anymore and burst through her blouse, scattering the remaining buttons everywhere. Despite that, her bra remained stubborn and clung on. Everyone could see that it was black and lacy. Helia winced as the bra's straps dug into her shoulders

"See that ladies and gentlemen? I've made a dozen-"

"Bakers dozen," Helia interjected

"I've made a bakers dozen gallons of milk >dramatic pause< disappear." He snatched the newspaper from Helia's grasp. "From this newspaper. Where did it go?" He shrugs."Alright then, for my final trick. Are you ready Helia?"

"Maybe," she said in somewhat of a daze. Her breasts were so huge and heavy. Her brain whirled at the notion of how this had happened.

#

"Ok, Helia. Think of a card, any card."

Helia does just that and thinks of the Queen of Hearts. Wally places his fingers on his temples and squints real hard. "Its... its... its..." he says, still using his dramatic stage voice.

*FWOOSH* For no reason, Helia's hair catches aflame! She panics and swats at the flames as they crackled and hissed. But just as quickly as they appeared, the flames vanished. No smoke, no smell, not even any heat. Her hair was perfectly fine and now she wore a sparkling tiara studded with many large priceless diamonds.

"Its the Queen of Diamonds!" He proclaimed triumphantly. The audience cheered enthusiastically.

"Ha!" Helia planted her hands on her hips. "Wrong card! I was thinking of the Queen of--" she gasped.

At that moment, her bra surrendered. Unable to handle the strain of her growing melons, the last of the stitching tore off. The bra flung itself to the far end of the audience, landing on an old retired veteran's head. People gasped at what they saw.

Surprisingly, each of Helia's enormous milk filled boobs was capped with two heart-shaped candy apple red latex pasties over the nipples. They sloshed and jiggled from the gallons of milk trapped inside. She tried to cover herself and retain her modesty with her arms but they were simply too big and her breastflesh overflowed. The sudden shift of weight made her teeter around precariously on her stiletto shoes.

"Queen of Hearts?" he said happily.

The audience stood up and cheered.

"Thank you and good night!" he bowed and the curtains dropped over Helia and Wally. The room lights brightened and the audience slowly moved to the exits, talking excitedly amongst themselves. Helia's friends, Lana and Jenni, went outside for a smoke while waiting for her.

One of Helia's stiletto heels snap from the weight and she flails her arms while falling backwards. She cringes, expecting to hit the hardwood stage floor. But Wally had caught Helia before she fell over, her chest bouncing into his. Their eyes locked on each other and his eyes almost had a hypnotic quality to them. There were a few moments of awkward silence but he seemed content to just gaze in her eyes.

Helia broke the tension and spoke up. "So how did you do the newspaper and milk trick?" she said curiously.

"I knew there was something magical about you since the moment I laid eyes upon you." He answered without hesitation.

"That wasn't an answer," she said rather flustered.

"If you want I could show you some more magic. Or better yet, you could be my new assistant, eh?"

"Really?" she said a little too eagerly.

"Sure! You'd make a dazzling misdirection if we can cram you and those humongous hooters of yours into a playboy bunny outfit."
He flicks his wrist and a business card appears in his hand. "Give this number a call and we'll work out an arrangement. With your looks and my talent we'd make an unstoppable team."

Helia's cell phone rings. It was her friends, getting tired of waiting.

"I gotta get going. Do you think you could fix this before I go?" she points at her huge boobs and tattered blouse.

"Oh right," he said rather distractedly. He waves his wand and now Helia was wearing a new blouse that fitted over her gigantic bosom.

"Uh...what about these? These are a bit too big to be toting around like this," Helia said referring to her immense milk-loaded boobies.

"Sorry...you get to keep those," Wally smiled, winked, tossed a small smoke bomb at her feet. Helia coughed and rubbed her eyes, and watched the magician run down the street chuckling merrily.

Chapter 2

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A couple of days later, after Helia had called the number on the card and agreed to take the job, she met up with Wally again.

They had agreed to meet at a local ice cream shop. Wally was already there. He smiled and waved to her when she came in through the door. There was a folder on the table, papers to formalize the job agreement.

She sat down at the table, plopping her huge milk filled tits on the tabletop. They sloshed around from all the movement and looked immense. Not realizing he was watching, she ran her hands across their vast expanses and the look on his face was one of pure fascination.

It took Wally a few moments to realize that he had stopped in his tracks and was staring at her. He snapped out of it and waved down the waitress so that they could make their orders.

Helia asked for a chocolate ice cream soda and Wally asked for the same thing.
The ice cream sodas arrived quickly and they plunked in their straws.

The both of them sipped at their chocolate drinks until Helia blew into her straw, making her drink foam and gurgle with chocolate milk bubbles. And again Wally was probably staring at Helia, lost in thought. He certainly thought his new assistant was hot. His last assistant was also pretty but she was tall and thin so she didn't have any curves, but Helia was definitely different. It was strange, what he did was actually just an illusion spell that everyone saw, but Helia's tits actually filled up with gallons of real milk. It really caught him by surprise.

'If an illusion spell can have that much of an effect on her, I wonder what real magic could do' he thought to himself.

Helia kept sipping and blowing chocolate milk bubbles.

"Ok, so I've got to tell you." he said suddenly. He was laying all the cards on the table. "That magic act on stage a couple days ago, did you know I only used an illusionary spell on you? Because I didn't know that you'd actually fill up with gallons of real milk. As soon as the curtains closed I dispelled the illusion but you still had these..." he was waving his hands emphatically, pointing at Helia's tits as they rested on the table, "these humongous hooters."

Helia giggled. She figured it was time to explain her unique condition to him.

She told him all of her stories of how she'd inflate to incredible sizes and the complications it brought her.

“So maybe my body reacts unpredictably when exposed to magic.” she shrugged, continuing to sip her drink.

Wally nodded, listening. “Hmmm, maybe. We could do a few tests with magic, see what happens”. He smiled charmingly as his imagination ran wild with possibilities.

“Okay”, Helia agrees.

“Great! We can start practicing our magic routine as early as tonight. Come over to my house around 6 o'clock. And I gotta say... ever since your titties filled with all that milk, my ticket sales have skyrocketed. So I'm very glad that you accepted my job offer as an assistant."

Wally started to sip at his drink again. “Oh, and another thing. Just sign these.” He slid the papers over to her.

Helia narrowed her eyes at him. “Theres just one thing I want before I sign these.” She leans in, mindful of her boobs colliding into things, and whispers something into Wally's ear. Whatever it was, it made Wally's cheeks blush. She sits back down, plopping her huge tits on the table again, making them slosh from the gallons of milk. Helia pats the side of her boobs, emphasizing what she meant.

Wally agrees quickly, trying not to grin ear to ear.

“Ok then,” Helia signed the papers.

Chapter 3

Helia stood close to Wally as they waited behind the closed curtains, readying themselves for the big act.

"This costume doesn't look slutty, does it?" She tugged at the collar of her skintight stretchy vinyl catsuit. It was bright red and hugged her curves like a second skin. Its smooth surfaces shone with a glossy gleam that emphasized her outrageous curves.

"No no," he reassured her. "It's... alluring." He always had his assistants wear scandalous outfits but this was, by far, the most scandalous. "Just remember to follow how we practiced it," he reminded.

Music played and the curtains swung open. The spotlight shined on Wally and his new assistant Helia. Fog flowed over the stage and the lasers dimmed.

Both Wally and Helia walked out into center stage.

"Helia? What do you think of gravity?" Wally said, sounding rehearsed.

"Gravity hurts my back." she complained, pointing at her huge breasts and making sure to speak loudly into the audience. A few people in the audience chuckled.

"Well what if I could make you lighter than air? Then gravity wouldn't be such a bother, would it?"

"Hmmm," she grinned, brimming with anticipation. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Excellent. Just lift your shirt a bit and show me your bellybutton."

Helia did as she was told and the audience gasped when they saw that she had a tied balloon stem for a belly button. Wally stuck a small nozzle into the balloon stem and used a special belt to secure it around her belly.

Looking back out into the audience, he said, "I would like to draw your attention to the big air tank near the side of the stage. When I say the magic words, it will turn on and my lovely young assistant will find she won't have any back problem or issues with gravity."

"You sure you know what you are doing, right? We haven't rehearsed this all the way through," Helia whispered to him.

"You'll be fine," he assured her. "I think," he said quietly to himself.

"OK...here we go..." Wally began to wave his wand that had suddenly appeared in his hand. "Blippety blappety boom. Make my young assistant a giant balloon!"

He tapped Helia on the right breast and she moaned as the strangest sensation shot from her huge boobs going up and down her body from head to toe. Her nipples popped up big as plums...causing some of the men in the crowd to clap and some women to swoon.

She tried maintaining her composure on stage while she puffed out like a balloon. Everything was getting bigger and rounder. The air tank hissed loudly as it pumped helium into her. Her boobs lifted up and became round and swollen while her belly puffed out to a size that was beyond full term pregnancy. Even her ass and thighs were bigger and rounder. Her arms puffed out, stuck outwards as the helium spread all over her body, completely filling her. She could barely see anything over her rising bust.

The sound of stretching rubber could be heard as Helia's body started to lift from the ground. Wally immediately stopped the air tank and Helia now teetered around stage, her feet barely keeping contact with the ground.

"How are you feeling, Helia?" he said, sounding rehearsed. He really should learn to act.

"I'm feeling a bit... lightheaded." she replied.

"Or maybe a bit... airheaded." He joked, flicking his finger against the back of her head, causing a deep and hollow drumming sound.

The audience laughed and clapped, as expected. And Helia made a face and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Ok then," he announced loudly to the captive audience. A black box about as big as a coffin wheeled out onto the stage, standing upright. Wally stood next to it and then opened the door. He slowly wheeled it around so they could see that it had thin wooden walls and probably didn't have any hidden compartments. "I will now make my lovely assistant..." he pauses for dramatic effect. "Vanish from inside this box!"

He knocked at its sides, knocking on wood for good luck. "Helia would you please step into this box?"

Helia tried to stride across stage in a way that didn't make herself bounce too much. And now she struggled to fit her inflated rear and colossal boobs into this silly matchbox. The audience laughed when Wally had to help shoehorn his inflated assistant into the stupid thing and finally close it shut on her.

Wally shrugged and joked. "As you can see, this will be difficult because I'm trying to make her disappear into 'thin air'... and she's most definitely not thin."

He knocked twice on the box and then suddenly Helia felt strange. The balloon stem jutting from her bellybutton unraveled. All the helium inside her whooshed out. She felt dizzy as she collapsed and flattened to the bottom of the box.

A thin black plastic square fell over her one inch tall compartment to conceal her as Wally spun the box again and then slid a few prop swords into the side of the box, assuring the audience that nobody was inside. If she hadn't deflated then those swords could have popped her, she thought.

She heard the audience gasp and applause as they were amazed and dumbfounded by Wally's act. Helia didn't have to wait long as she heard the swords removed, box close, spin and then another knock.

Helia's balloon stem belly button magically retied itself and she feels herself ballooning back into her usual buxom shape with a muted *foomp* sound. And just in time because Wally reopened the mystery box again, revealing Helia stepping back out into the stagelight.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Although she felt unnerved when her thighs rubbed together, sounding like squeaking balloons. And then she took a bow, giggling when her humongous tits rubbed against her kneecaps.

Helia heard a hissing sound that grew louder. She looked around to see where the sound came from but then she realized it was coming from inside herself. Her belly and breasts, expanded and expanded, stretching out her catsuit. She was starting to take one a spherical shape with two domes where her tits were.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen. For my finale, I will fly off into the sky, with my assistants help." He held the tube connected to Helia's belt as she started to ascend into the air.

She couldn't hear Wally or anything else because the hissing noise was so loud. She felt very full but already knew that she wasn't finished yet. Her hands and feet vanished into dimples as her body was now a perfectly spherical red balloon, over 25 feet in diameter, pulling Wally up into the air. The skylight was open above them and they floated up into the night sky, behind and below them the wild applause of the audience could be heard.

***

Moo Juice

2011-06-30T03:21:00.000-07:00

I should and would have been offended if I were any other woman probably by statements such as what I will relate below. However, being as though I have wrote several stories pertaining to suddenly either being engorged with giant milk-laden breasts and/or turned into an actual cow and/or turned or evolved into some form of huge girl-cow, and the fact I have always had a thing for big fluffy cows, the statement below had little affect other than causing me at first to say "WHAT?!" and then giggle profusely (causing my triple-stuffed big milk-engorged baby bottles to wobble up, down and all around).

I think I have mentioned I have a friend named DOMINIC who is a very nice gay gentleman and has been a wonderful friend for...hmmm...many years now. He's been my shoulder to cry on. He's given me great laughter and some truly oddball things and comments (usually aimed at his big female friend, me).

A few weeks ago, while I was nursing my babes, and doing it openly in my apartment, and Dom was over, and since I have no qualms about him and his life style, and trust him like a...sister...we were in my bedroom where I was laying on my bed on my side, partially propped by a pillow and nursing away...

Anyway, he suddenly made the comment, "You are like a big milky cow."

I was like, "I beg your pardon?"

He continued, "You are like a big milky cow except for one difference." (He was grinning ear to ear and trying to hold back laughter.)

"How's that?" I asked with one crooked eyebrow.

"A cow's udders are in the back," he answered. "And your udders are in the front."

At first I didn't get what he was saying, then he mentioned that if I were to get on all fours, I would understand his meaning. Not that I did (get on all fours to figure out his puzzle) but the light bulb went on after a few minutes. Illustration below...

xoxoxox

Helia

Roly Poly

2011-06-29T03:32:00.000-07:00

When I first found out I was having twins, that first time that the uktrasound technician zeroed in on the fact there were two little darlings inside there, I was at first a bit shocked but then quickly elated, very happy, with the news and prospects of the whole POOF instant little family idea. (I still enjoy it to this day regardless of the up-all-night times, midnight feedings, poopie diapers, and the fact they have turned mommy into a human non-stop milk machine.)

However, as my body began to grow with these two new precious lives, and I began to get bigger...and bigger...and bigger...and bigger, I was suddenly kind of thinking "Hey! Umm...I am starting to feel a bit like those poor characters in my stories." But it wasn't sudden growth, and it surely wasn't (at the time) temporary growth.

And I grew bigger...and bigger...and bigger...

The last few months I was absolutely H-U-G-E huge! I am talking mu-mu maternity outfit time, tops and bottoms stuffed with me and me bulging out everywhere. My boobs, my belly, my ass...all grown into immense proportions. I was wearing these big maternity pants with an elastic waist band stitched in so you could be all belly-bustin' out. I was constantly feeling a breeze as my belly pushed outward, forcing the rim of the pants downward. Spent hundreds of dollars on buttondowns that would fit over my bulk...belly and boobs. I looked like a stuffed sausage if wearing sweaters or cottony tees and such.

Amd I kept growing bigger...and bigger...and bigger...

I consider myself a small sturdy thing (need to be with my attributes) and I worked for the most part ALMOST up to the end. Talking about a waddling roly-poly girl. I will relate some of those experiences in later posts if you want.

Anyway, everything obviously turned out fine. Babes were born. Everything great and grand in Helia land.

I could not ask for anything more than what I have now.

xoxoxox

Helia

(Photo is Bambi Blaze, illustration by me)

Bouncing Blogs

2011-06-27T16:16:00.000-07:00

I am terribly sorry. I know I have started blogs, changed e-mail addresses on the fly (or flight). If you are new or old to my ramblings, I am attaching the address to my previous blog which has some extensive tales and info up to a certain point where I got a bit busy in my real life and kind of slipped off the face of the map. And because I was a dizt and changed my e-mail addy, it bounced me out of having the ability to maintain that original blog.

I will try to be more faithful to this one. And hopefully pop some new stories in this one for your reading enjoyment.

Ciao.

Here's the link: http://heliamelonowski.blogspot.com/

Big New Beginnings

2011-06-27T03:35:00.000-07:00

Hello all. Though I'd try this again.

It's been a while and lots of things have happened since the last blog activity, mainly the birth of my wonderful babes. Yes, had twins late last year. Boy and girl. It's been a wonderful experience. I will relate more to you on that as we go.

I have been doing a bit of writing, mainly for or with my online friends. I still enjoy writing though between work, the babies, living and everything else, obviously some constraints with my free time. But all is good and as it should be.

As far as your two favorite features, with motherhood came BIG surprises. I was going to blurt out my new bra size, but then thought not to as I am sure there would be plenty of skeptics and naysayers...or perhaps not, if you know anything about my two significant attributes prior to my pregnancy. I will just say, for now, I was a bit shocked myself though I had a fairly good idea as my body geared up for motherhood that reality was going to be stranger than fiction. I'll just say, in the summertime, if you have ever seen a pair of watermelons that are big enough to feed a party of six or more, or a big pair of roly-poly pumpkins in the Fall that might rival the Great Pumpkin, add milk, then you have got the picture of what I am toting around currently. It/they have come with their own set of ups and downs...no pun intended.

Anyhowz, if you have questions or somesuch as we go, feel free to email me. Always glad to correspond with friends and fans.

Kisses-

Helia

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