Bouncing Balloon Girl

My Pumpkin Patch

2007-10-14T09:16:00.000-07:00

It’s Autumn and time for autumnal activities, including getting ready for Halloween. I went out with some friends and we picked pumpkins and apples (and purchased some yummy caramel apples…my fave!) at a placed called Spoth's Farm. I haven't done this in years and it was quite a bit of fun considering it was a chilly day. After all was said and done, I came to some conclusions…

You know you’re BIG when it’s hard to cradle a few good sized pumpkins when you have your own to carry.

The place charges by the size, 8 dollars being the cost of a LARGE size pumpkin, and you could estimate your “pumpkins” would cost easily 20 dollars.

Your “best” friend jokingly says to the market cashier that you’re trying to shoplift their product, ie, their pumpkins.

The market cashier spends more time locked in what seems to be an awe-struck stare-down at your “pumpkins” versus what’s sitting on the counter waiting to be rung up.

And the final concluding thought…you know you’re BIG when you can stuff your “pumpkins” into a bushel basket…and they fit ever-so-snugly.

Happy Autumn!

The problem with JUMBO SHRIMP

2007-02-25T03:24:00.000-08:00

I went out to eat with a few friends the other night. We went to the local RED LOBSTER where I haven't eaten in ages. I am a big fan of shrimp so I got the Jumbo Shrimp appetizer. It came with 6 shrimp and because I'm a little piggy I added two more pieces (ended up an expensive appetizer). The very first shrimp I forked...plip...it slid off my fork and...plop...right in my cleavage. Everyone got a good laugh including myself...with a little red face. I managed to re-skewer the first shrimp (after removing it from my flesh canyon) and got it to my motuh successfully. Second shrimp...plip plop...lost it again right between the boobs. NO WAY I was thinking and scolding myself for looking like such a slob. Someone offered to get me a bib.

Anyway, with some finesse (and trying to hide my embarrassment), I was able to eat all the shrimp without further ado...until the last two shrimp...which ended up cradled in my cleavage, one at a time.

It's nice to have a shelf to catch food particles...but it sucks having to take a shower once home because you can't get food into the right place, ie, your mouth.

*sigh* Just another day in the life... :)

Bumpers for elbows and the Gym

2007-02-17T12:51:00.000-08:00

I went to a gym on a guest pass with a girl friend of mine. Got into what they called a BUMP-N-SLIDE class, like a aerobics class on steroids. Even with a bra, a tight t-shirt and a looser but still fairly snug tank tee over that, I was bouncing and behavin' all over. Though it held up, I am sure there are some stress fractures in the straps of my poor brassiere. We also spent some time hitting some of the weight machines. It is always kind of funny the looks I get on machines like the bench lift/press (whatever you call it) and the rowing machine. The place was pretty packed...obviously people are still holding to their new years resolution so far...and I actually took a few jabs to the boobs trying to either squeeze my way between people or simply getting off on the wrong side of the machine and catching a upper cut as the person next to me was lifting. UNGH! Sometimes its rough having so much frontage.

And I hope the fellas liked the display...my hi-beams burn bright when they get such a jostle of activity... :)

I have fallen in love

2007-02-08T19:03:00.000-08:00

A close friend of mine shared some photos from Mastasia.com, a site for enormously super-endowed women. Real or not, I instantly fell in love with the Mastasia model MINDY. I love Mindy. I want to be Mindy. I want to have Mindy's enormous breasts hanging off my little ribcage, pulling me off my feet, slapping like giant flesh cymbals when I walk, using two bars of soap up to wash them each time I take a shower, exploding out of every shirt, blouse, sweater and t-shirt, having two of the biggest pool floats, having them be engorged with milk and hosing down the whole city.

Mindy is me. I am Mindy. But you can call me Helia.

Stuff January 2007

2007-01-28T10:30:00.000-08:00

Hey friends, please also visit my good friend Tigeras's BLOG for neat insights and such at http://tigarrs.blogspot.com/. He's a great person and fun to chat with.

And speaking of Tigeras, he asked a question also recently: Would things that might trigger some form of hormonal surge re-trigger your condition, say, if you got pregnant?

I thought I answered this somewhere before but, here goes again...there is a 70% chance (according to my doctor) that my children may get more than they bargained for from their mommy should my "condition" take off again due to the massive hormonal changes during pregnancy. They (the children) will already have to deal with two oversized "milkcans" (as a friend so crudely puts it), so if they have to deal with even bigger "kegs" (same friend and his terms)...

There is actually a concern that, should the time come, if I would be even able to nurse my babies at all due to my size. Truthfully. I can cradle and nuzzle but sustainment might be the hard thing. I have the gear and capacity to do it, its just the physical...well...manipulation of breast and infant may be the difficultly.

My doctor has discussed all this inquite some detail.

Bottom line: I'll just deal with it as it comes if it comes...and hope the daddy likes the outcome too. :)

Numbers are in

2007-01-24T03:05:00.000-08:00

Audit ended with a few findings but my auditor hadn't written anything. Nice.

A few questions answered from questions sent to me via email...

From Hoseboy: "Since the resurfacing of your breast hypertrophia medical condition, how big have you become?"

I don't think I've shared with anyone other than close friends, and maybe not my close friends here on the Net. I am now "out of the woods" as they say but it has left me with....drum roll....a nearly 60 inch bustline (like 59 3/4"). I measure 42 inches around the ribcage (I told you I am not a petite supermodel in an aspect of the word) but my bosoms have acquired much mass and girth. I have found one good store bought brassiere that (barely) fits me and it is a 54K though my boobs seem to be asking for more room for they don't quite fit in the cups. Like I mentioned in a earlier post, I am blessed with my mom's friend who is a seamstress and has made me some exquisite fashionable bras (though they still look like small lacey tents) and she says I am not realistically a standard cup size. The truth.

Also from Hoseboy: "What kind of new difficulties has your new size created for you?"

Sometimes I slip back into that early girlhood shyness regarding them and myself, like feeling the need to cover them up (impossible) or hide away from public viewing (impossible again). If I am wearing the wrong colored stockings on days, please forgive me for I get dressed in the dimly lit comfort of my apartment most mornings. Clothing is hard to find without alteration, but see above for that remedy. I am doubly prone for elbowing and bruising when in a big crowd. I get more stares, more weird looks. Went to several parties in the recent past and people have asked if I'm a stripper. My reply, "Why would you suggest that?" Balance is off. Running or jogging is completely out. I feel the added strain on back and neck (and luckily have always had a workout regimen due to my "abnormal" size through the years).

And lastly from Hoseboy: "Would you want to be bigger?"

I still fantasize, but in reality, no. Well...*grinning sheepishly*...maybe...

Audit my cup size

2007-01-16T20:14:00.000-08:00

Hi-hi all!

First, my Yahoo group ENORMOUS_ENDOWMENTS seems to be gaining size as far as members go. I hope to keep adding content and maybe have some members add to either the files section (like stories) or pictures of interest (though I edit as desired if the material doesn't suit my ideas for the site content...but I haven't been disappointed yet by fans and friends). My only gripe is I see new members joining and/or people I know and only a few have "spoke out"...everyone else is too absorbed in...stuff. :)

This week external auditors are auditing our procedural/documented systems. New year starts, fresh money available, auditing begins. We have 3 outside auditors for the week. I have been selected as a one of the guides for the auditors. There are 2 women and 1 guy...guess who I got stuck with. I think I see my boss's ploy since my auditor has pretty much been more adhered/focused on my chest than on adhering to auditing our systems. My boobs don't talk (they may slap a SOS tune while I walk or some other fleshy tribal beat) but this guy seems intent on talking to them. The office is particularly cold this week and he probably thinks I like him because I am nipping out the whole time. He hasn't written anything up nor has explored very deeply possible leads to nonconformities...he may assume my tops are non-conforming due to everything that is packed into them and they seem destine to burst at some point.

Only 3 more audit days...maybe I'll wear something low cut tomorrow, Thursday and Friday.

Something new in 07

2007-01-13T03:10:00.000-08:00

Hi folks and friends and fans and fun people, I am still here even though I said I was "leaving". I had enough people email me and say NO DON'T GO that I...well...just couldn't totally up and run away (though running would cause me great pain and probably more gawking...the "girls" move and groove on their own even when I walk soooo).

Anywho, so I am still here. I started a Yahoo Group entitled ENORMOUS ENDOWMENTS to talk about all things enormous bosom related since I know a thing or two (two things for sure) about the enormous bosom subject.

I had a great Christmas and New Year. Christmas I mostly spent with family and friends and relaxing considering between shopping and running about town, it could often be anything but relaxing. New Years I went to a friends place and spent the evening bringing in the New Year with about a dozen or so other friends. Got a little tipsy but not overly (unlike last year where I think I was hung over for a week). The only embarrassing thing I did this year was show everyone I could hold 4 (empty) beer bottles between my boobs.

Other than that, been corresponding with a good friend, maybe see him this year. (You know who you are, T.) :)

More later...

Alive and swell...swollen

2006-10-15T19:06:00.000-07:00

Just wanted to let everyone know I'm still alive. Been busy as of late and growing bigger and bigger and bigger. Oh help! I can't stop! Grrrrrrr! Getting...tooooo....biggggggg. Ungh! :)

Other than the snowstorm this last week, all is well in Helia Land.

I am working on some new stories to add to Ladybumps. I will keep you informed.

Other than that, I am trying to maintain my typing skills while my boobs impede my keyboard.

Kisses!

Helia joins the circus

2006-09-24T04:42:00.000-07:00

Next thing you know I will be getting calls to join the circus, or go on Oprah, or Jerry Springer (is he even still around?), or the Guiness Book of World Records, or be the new model/mascot to replace Jane Russell for Playtex brassieres.

Yes, I am trying to be funny. In the face of some bizarreness going on in my life, I think I have the right to try to maintain some sanity in an otherwise strange situation and circumstance.

I do appreciate all the email I have been getting. Thanks to you all. I can use the support....pun intended.

Someone asked: what does this to regarding your implants? Well, it makes them null and void. I am actually working on an operation to have them removed. (I hate the idea of going under the knife. Sharp objects, ya know. Brrrrrrr) However, that won't happen until the M (macromastia) comes under control, and then I would/will probably have reductive surgery done. MAYBE. Basically its all up to me and my health. My back is pretty strong from years of toting around what I already had. I have maintained a somewhat decent workout regiment because of the fact.

Now if the tailor-made tops and brassieres wouldn't seem like they'd end up costing me a fortune...

BIGGER Helia

2006-09-17T11:14:00.000-07:00

I feel I owe a few of you guys a little explanation, for the reason why I have been acting “ready” but then staying a bit distant. I have to tell you, my aloofness is not due to not wanting to get together with you. On the contrary, I feel extraordinarily drawn to a friendly rendezvous with you and hope in the future the planning will come to fruition. I have told only one of my closet net friends about what has been going on, something I informed of him months ago, and feel the need to tell my other close friends now.

Just after the beginning of the year, I started actually growing again. Growing in the chest region. Hard to believe that after my condition remained what seemed in submission for all this time, poof, it rears up. It was no surprise to my doctor, stating often when hormonal changes occur, especially in the rare minority of women who actually have the rare condition (macromastia), the condition (hormonal imbalance) can re-surface. You don’t have to be going through puberty to have it happen.

Yes yes yes. You may and will find it hard to believe. Myself--as my friend Tige can back me up--I have been both in a state of depression and anxiety, and excitement over the expansion of my already enormous "girls". I think it is my fascination with it all that makes me feel so ill at ease sometimes. This is a fantasy but reality, and when I am thinking straight, it all seems awkward and somewhat a curse.

So I’ve been getting bigger since about February. I have been on and off medication. The meds probably screw me up worse because they keep every hormones in check, including emotional. I have also gained a lot of weight, nearly 60 pounds (about 35 is breast weight. REALLY!). I’m not shy about my body so I can admit, yeah, I’ve gotten a bit chubby.

So what I am saying to my dear friends is that I hope you will not be annoyed at me for my topsy-turvy mindset, the eagerly anticipated meetings then the no-email-in-days letdown, or lack of definite plans. I have been both nervous and excited to tell you this truth of the current happenings in my life. They are crazy. They are outrageous…but they are me. Bizarre as I seem to be.

I hope you all will continue to write. I hope I haven’t alienated anyone too much. You are all special to me.

Sometimes life is stranger than fiction.

When in BE mode Part 3

2006-09-14T03:36:00.000-07:00

My favorite BE stories that have been written about me or for me (and I do not mean to sound all vain or anything there...I feel very privileged people have written stories for me...always have, always will so thank you one and all)...anyway, my favorite BE stories written for me by outside fans and friends:

I love them all, namely the ones by Tigeras and Freddybear, CK, Wren, Strig, John and Dr Inflate. Favorites are Rocky Mountain Helia, Helia rises to the Occasion, Hiss, Boardroom Blowout, Starlite. Tigeras's and Freddybear's are too numerous to name and I suppose I ought to dedicate a BLOG or two simply to these two great people who have gone above and beyond. CK is the next super in my BE story list.

Really, I hate to single anyone out because you've all done such a great job in taking my fantasy and making it yours and ours. When I've had writers block, a lot of you have slipped in to fill the void. IT IS APPRECIATED. Kisses to you all.

Most of your stories I have posted at www.ladybumps.com, some haven't made it there yet, some are too personal between us to post, or I simply want to hog them up all to my li'l ole self. Hope you don't mind for those of you who know who you are when I state the above.

And really I have to thank Dan at Inflate123 who REALLY let me share myself and my stories originally. I looove all his work. THE LAB is one of my favorites...I even borrowed it and put myself in the place of the woman in the story. I can't post it because Inflate123 owns copyright, but it sure is a great tale.

I am always always open to filled up with more of you guys stories...so feel free to write away.

When in BE mode Part 2

2006-08-22T04:01:00.000-07:00

The top 5 stories that I enjoy the most, that I have written (versus fans and friends-written tales) are:

1. The Big Babysitter - I actually sat for people like the ones in the story. Some of the ideas expressed in the story had actually happened...like the kids feeding me all sorts of stuff...and being little devious critters. :)

2. Mushroom Mushrooms Everywhere - I wrote this one, re-wrote it, lost it, then re-wrote it again and finally posted it at LADYBUMPS. I always liked the idea of magical food enhancing me. I love mushrooms so, what better "food" to make me a big girl than mushrooms.

3. Witch Cookies - again, another story taken from a real life experience or a real setting. Three old women actually lived at the corner house. They used to creep out us kids when we were little and we always called them the 3 witches. They were actually quite nice once we got to know them and were always feeding us really yummy home-made cookies. I recall their buttery peanut butter cookies being the best.

4. Night Out Again - I like stories where I put myself out in the public and then start ballooning. You will see there seem to be a lot of stories written where I am at a mall or night club or restaurant, fattening up for all to see. I love these types of stories.

5. The Royal Milk and Heliam the Nursemaid stories - ye olde fantasy settings with a ballooning young maiden. What else could you ask for?

You read these and others at LADYBUMPS. Look under HELIA or go to the link in my very first BLOG.

When in BE mode Part 1

2006-08-17T03:15:00.000-07:00

Someone asked me what are or would be my favorite body parts to inflate, in order of how I would inflate them, or have them inflated in a fantasy setting. (Note: I'd never actually try this without some form of suit or in a fantasy, ie, story, setting.)

1. My breasts -- I'd like them inflated larger and larger until it was hard to get through doors and they'd be knocking into people and causing all sorts of havoc.

2. My bum (behind, derriere) --With a big front end I'd also like to have a big backend to compensate. Are you wanting an hourglass figure girl, huge boobs and a huge ass tearing out of some given-up-the-ghost stretch or sweat pants. Yeah, that would be fun.

3. My belly -- that preggo look or just simply that fat look. Big boobs, big asscheeks and huge ballooned up belly. Help me, someone, help me! I am getting too big!

4. Total body -- as the entire body becomes one huge sphere, arms and legs disappear. I am ready to be rolled and squeezed in the blueberry juicer by the little Oompa Loompas. But NO, they've all gone all holiday and I am still growing, expanding! Heeeeeelp!

Breast Feeding

2006-08-12T19:33:00.000-07:00

Kip and FBear (you know who you are, FBear) asked about breastfeeding and my augmentive surgery. First, no, the breast implants won't affect my ability to breastfeed. I need to remind you that since I was already BIG to begin with, the 'additives' to my "girls" just made them bigger, they still retain a natural look about them, just a BIGGER natural look. None of it really affected my nipples or ducs for producing milk. I am still more than capable when the time comes. Second, to answer FBear's question, yes, I do plan on breastfeeding my ten kids...hahahaha...just kidding. Truthfully, it only seems natural. I have seen my sisters do it. Even girl friends. It only makes sense. Why would I not want my child next to me doing those tender early moments, suckling from me?

Things I like to do

2006-08-06T12:01:00.000-07:00

Someone asked me what kind of things I like to do. (Sorry if I don't write WHO the person was...I lost the email on the person who asked the specific...sorry.)

During nice weather months I looove going to the lake or the "big" lake (Lake Erie) and the beach. I am a water-person so it seems because I am mesmerized by water, waves, listening to the waves crash to shore, the lapping sound of the waves aganst the beachshore. I could sit there for hours, on a big beach towel or blanket, and look at the sparkling water and the rolling waves. I also like swimming and laying out under the hot sun and getting bronzed/honey-brown.

I also like hiking through the woods or forest, or nearby woodsy park, or along a rivers edge or along the lakeshore.

I like being outside, taking deep breaths of fresh air, enjoying the chirping birds and the flitter of the leafs in the trees on a breezy day, watching a storm come in, listening to the rain on the rooftop, feeling a warm rain against my face.

The indoorzy things I like are cuddled up under a blanket and watching tv or movies. Cooking for that special guy. Reading a book in bed (if there isn't anything else interesting to do), and just lounging around being lazy.

I enjoy dancing, though I do more free-style. I would like to learn Salsa and such. (Hi Chief!) I like being out in crowds, people watching.

My favorite alcoholic drink is wine...White Zinfandel. It makes me all floaty feeling and warm inside...and makes me get my freak on. :) (Too much puts me to sleep eventually...hahahaha)

A Breast Enlargement Question

2006-07-24T02:44:00.000-07:00

KH wrote and was wondering about my breast enlargement surgery. His first question was: do I still feel sensations in/on my breasts, are areas like my nipples still sensitive to such activities as suckling, did the operation affect the nerves of my breasts?

You have to understand, I was very BIG to begin with before the surgery. It wasn't like I went from small to puffed out after surgery. For example, a friend of mine mentioned a dancer/model Chelsi Charms who started out "small"...like 30D or 40D or something, and now is obscenely abnormally enormous, and doesn't look naturally. I went from obscenely enormous to another cup size obscenely enormous, and you can hardly tell at all, ie, I still look 10x more natural than a woman who's gone from nothing to everything. My implants give my boobs a bit more bouyancy, lift, support. I still have all the feelings and sensations in my breasts and nipples, actually maybe a little more from the surgery...a bit tauter flesh makes nerve endings that much more vulnerable to sensations.

His second question was: has the operation affected my ability to breastfeed children and will I still be able to lactate? WHEN I have children, the doctor has said my operation would not affect my ability to breastfeed children or men *giggle* Yes, I'll be able to lactate, probably produce gallons from these two things hanging off my chest.

Final question: how big are my nipples in comparison to the rest of my breasts? I won't lie. his is another area I have always felt kinda bashful about. I have always had big nipples, so much so that I have either had small padding in my bra cups or bras made with padding around the nipple area. They are always erect. I have big areola. I think it just comes with their size. I don't know. I am not going to say how big or long they get when hard because its kind of embarrassing. Do you know what a baby bottle nipple looks like?

Staring

2006-07-21T02:47:00.000-07:00

Mr Koko asks: Do you like it or mind when guys stare at you?

Yes, I like it. No, I don't mind. I have two novelty t-shirts I love to wear to, say, baseball or sporting events. One says, in big red letters on a pink shirt, "HELLO" and another shirt says "STOP STARING AT US". You guys think you look away quick enough...no, I can catch you. :)

My BE fantasies, family and boyfriends

2006-07-19T19:14:00.000-07:00

CK asked me if I have ever spoken to my family about my BE fantasies and such, and if I've ever shared my fantasies with boyfriends...excellent question.

First, I come from a rather large family, 2 older brothers, 2 older sister, a younger brother (22) and a younger sister (25). I am much closer to my younger siblings, especially my sister. I have shared my fantasy with both my younger siblings, though only in a manner of passing with my brother who thought I was a bigger freak after telling him...so he knows but I never talk to him about it anymore. My sister however has actually read a majority of my stories, both the ones I have shared online and my more private ones I haven't posted yet. She was very supportive when I pursued my first breast enlargement surgery (though everyone said, "You're big enough! Why do this to yourself?")...she knew why. Being a seamstress (the only one in the family having skill in such), she has actually made me some just-for-fun outfits, like super XXXL hefty woman-size and an actual inflateable gown which I used to dress up in for Halloween years ago...before I popped it. Though I already have my custom-made brassieres done from someone else (actually a friend of my mom's), my sister has a drawn-up design for a "super bra" for me in which she has jokingly said, "This is the design and bra you will need when you attain your true fantasy bust-size."

I have shared or tried to share my fantasy with only a few boyfriends in the past. I have found though that sometimes its better not to speak too soon...or surprise the guy in the aforementioned inflateable gown. The first guy I shared my fantasies with, he liked my stories, ctually turned him on...and, whoo, did it! But, believe it or not, he actually broke up with me because I was "too big" for him, ie, he was intimidated by the fact I had big boobs for some reason...I saw him next with this skinny little, flat-chested supermodel-like girl. Whatever. The 2nd guy I surprised after a few months of dating with the inflateable gown. I recall being maybe a little too adamant about wearing it around the apartment all weekend, and, well, it kind of freaked him out and I never heard from him again. (A few weeks I'd try to overinflate myself and burst it.)

I did date a guy for awhile after he won a story contest I offered on an old website. Pumpdog was his online and author name. Unfortunately, he turned out to more a DOG, ie, a big jerk, and I dumped him...which led to some online issues that still haunt me once in a while.

Howdy and thanks to a few more friends...

2006-07-16T11:16:00.000-07:00

Not to worry, if you don't get mentioned yet, your day is due...but I'd like to say hello and thanks to my friends CK and Didor. CK, always love your stories and cartoons. Didor, not to worry, there's lots of time for the right girl in your life, just gotta be open to the world, hang with friends, break out of the shyness mode. There's still hope...always hope.

Kisses ya'll!

PS Thanks Tige for the pics. Always always enjoy them. ;)

Don't get me wrong...

2006-07-15T22:05:00.000-07:00

A few people have commented or written after reading my BLOG about my growing years, stating how sorry they are that I had to endure such an experience with being teased and/or feeling different or ashamed of my body.

Don't get me wrong, yeah, it was slightly tramatic, but not horrible. Yeah so, I was treated like kind of a freak and teased, but they (the "girls") did garner me a lot of attention both annoying and somewhat arousingly, ie, I kind of liked it.

And of course its funny now, running into some of the old high school guys who did the teasing and taunting, only to have them say (with eyes glued to my chest), "Well, gosh, uh, umm, yeah, I remember you in school, but, um, uh...you filled out some since then."

Uh, um, yeah, ya think, you doofuses?!

So anyway, all you great folks who wrote and said you feel sorry for me, thank you but not to worry...I got over it. :)

Why I kinda bowed out of the BE spotlight

2006-07-09T10:30:00.000-07:00

Some people that email me and mention stuff about the old days back when I was part of the big BE crowd, asking questions of why I don't have a big site anymore, asking why I am not pumping out stories like I used to...well, here's my official answer.

No major reason and some minor reasons.

Back in the heyday, when I was seriously deep into the online BE craze (and seeming like one of the only females who admitted to the fetish), I was just that...deep deep into the online scene and living the BE girl life...balloon girl, that is. I spent almost every waking moment either online or thinking about it, or writing about it, or corresponding about it. I got to a point where, though I was blowing up with air and helium in most of my stories, I wasn't getting out to breathe the real air and living outside the Net. I needed to detach myself a little, and thus, like a giant balloon uncorked, I blew away a little.

Another reason was I was getting harrassed a bit, and it bothered me. Yeah, I know I ask for it, but I have met a slew of great people sharing stories and fantasies, but its the trouble-makers that ruin it for everyone. A few scared me off, I ran (cradling my "girls" so I wouldn't get black eyes or a concussion) and, again, I blew away a little bit.

I still like to write BE fantasy stories. I still like to make believe I am a Balloon Girl. I still like to get stories from friends and fans, and still like the occasional spotlight and attention.

I haven't given up the Helia moniker yet...just enjoying the fresh air and real life a bit more...which can be stranger than fiction anyway for li'l ole me...more on that later.

Biggest of the Bunch

2006-06-26T03:13:00.000-07:00

When the macromastia went into affect, when my hormones went berserk and caused my young breasts to practically balloon up, I wasn't too thrilled about myself and my body. It was always one thing to fantasize but totally another to find your body changing fast and you becoming abnormally larger than your friends and even your own sisters.

Most of my closest girlfriends were wearing training bras when I was already a C-cup. I could wear my sister's bras for a while for none of them acquired anything more than a C-cup size. (My eldest sister, Karin, who was 9 years older than me, when she had her first child, she went into a 32D bra size when I was 13. I was already 6 inches bigger than her.)

I spent high school like most geeks and freaks feeling like they should have something to hide. Like the kid with all the zits, I shy'd away from people because of my big breasts. I had a small core group of friends who were not in the popular crowd and we hung out. We'd go to movies together and hang out at our favorite restaurant drinking waay too much soda pop.

I was your typical girl trying to hide her endowments, wearing the typical oversized tops to hide the fact I had big boobs. Of course, it was impossible to hide the fact I was really big on top. I recall my 10th grade gym class and the instructor who I swear was an army drill instructor. We'd have to dress in gym clothes...shorts and t-shirts...and he'd make us stay quite active during the entire class period. I won't tell you about the excruciating times when we'd be doing calisthenics and doing jumping jacks and doing laps around the gym. I usually ran and exercised with my arms folded across my chest.

I didn't go out with any boys from my school. They were either too close of friends or they were obnoxious assholes. And due to my last name, my nickname was MELONS and the jerks used to ride me all the time when they could. It seemed all the bullies and badgerers were always after me.

My first boyfriend, if you could call him that, was a high school senior when I was in 10th grade. He worked cleaning his mom's hair salon where one of my sister's worked and I got a job there manning the cash register and the ladies' son, Barry, was like the janitor of the place...helped his mom clean the place at closing. He invited me to their senior Valentines dance where we stayed at the dance shortly, then went to a party at one of his friends house (no parents home) and got a little drunk and ended up getting hot and bothered in the back of his dad's Crown Vic. It was the first time a guy had ever felt me up and played with my boobs. I think he was a little taken aback by their size when he got them out of my dress, but I recall I liked what he did to them.

In 11th grade I worked at a family restaurant. Some of the people I knew from school worked there. I think the manager liked hiring girls with large breasts because most of the girls working there were fairly busty. I couldn't fit into a regular woman's large uniform top so I wore a guys Large. I was a E-cup by then and I still stood out prominently in a guys top. The assistant manager was a young guy in his early 20's and we had a fling. He taught me all I needed to know about oral sex, He broke up with me, when I caught him with another of the female employees. He ended up marrying the skinny supermodel girl later, but it made me feel like a fat cow.

HOLSTEIN DREAMS

2006-06-25T05:44:00.000-07:00

I grew up with cows. My favorite animals were cows. My parents decorated me and my sisters room with a “cow motif”. I had cow stuffed animals instead of teddy bears. I had this really fat round inflateable cow which had a huge udder and you bounced it (the entire thing) like a huge ball. My dad's sisters had married farmers. One of them was a dairy farmer with a huge herd of milk cows. My Uncle Rich had actually won awards for having prize milkers and I recall seeing these cows out in the pasture or coming in and being milked. I recall one rather huge Holstein named Henrietta who was one of Uncle Rich's prize milkers. I remember her one time out in the pasture and my Uncle called all of the cows in and Henrietta came wobbling in last due to her udder was so engorged and huge that she could hardly move her back legs. The udder bulged on the side and from behind. She looked ready to explode.

So I loved cows and from there my early fantasies took root. I had a pair of my brothers old sweatpants, way too huge for me to actually wear, and I would stuff the crotch area with pillows or roll up a few big blankets into a ball and stuff it and pretend to be a big milk cow. My first recollections of masturbating were stuffing an udder and pressing it against the floor and my legs and vagina and rocking back and forth, getting off on the sensation and fantasy of being a cow.

I wanted to be a cow, a big milk cow.

In high school, for Halloween one time, I dressed up as a cow with ears and a fake cow nose and makeup. I had pretty big breasts already by then but the cow costume I really filled out down below. I got a big thick-skinned balloon and filled it with warm water and secured it in the pants of my costume and walked around with a big jiggly udder all night. My friends probably didn't realize why I was all smiley and flushed all night.

Some of my first inflation stories were about me becoming a “cow girl” and though I scrapped all those time and again, I did re-write one that appears on line. (Witch Cookies)

Somethings are stranger than fiction, and I believe if you think hard enough on something, you can make things happen. All those years as a young girl dreaming and envying those big milk cows. Who knows. Maybe all those wishes spurred on my later condition. I couldn't have one big udder with four fat teats...so instead, I was to enp having two big breasts, each with one big teat.

MyHistory...Macromastia and Me

2006-06-19T19:56:00.000-07:00

I am not going to go into detail about my experience with macromastia. If you have been with me since Day One you know all about it and how it has affected me from when I was young to even now…well, maybe not the current implications.

Basically when I was about 11 years old I started to develop. I developed fast and all in the chest region. By 8th grade I was a 38D-cup, by 10th grade I was a 40F. But during that time, when my folks (mainly my mom) was wondering just what the heck was going on, that’s when I was diagnosed. Basically my hormones were all out of whack and it was supercharging my breast growth.

I was quite embarrassed about myself, felt awkward with such enormous boobs. I felt like a freak though when my family insisted I get breast reduction, I said no way. I think I was mainly afraid of the knife and what sort of scars I’d end up with, but I also think (looking back on it now) that I secretly didn’t want to be smaller.

I can’t say that even though I had big boobs in high school garnered me a lot of attention. I had a small group of friends in which I hung out with. The girls were all supermodels in my eyes. They were the Daphne’s and I was the Velma…with huge boobs. They seemed all slender and the guys chased after them. I felt all fat and felt I looked like a cow. I certainly had the two big udders to be one.

Anyway, if you need to read more about macromastia, go here:

http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/macromastia

http://pmj.bmjjournals.com/cgi/content/full/75/880/101

The definition and other related commentary:

“Macromastia (gigantomastia), an uncommon clinical entity, has been referred to as massive enlargement of breasts in non-obese women.

The cause of this disorder is not understood. The breast is a target for most hormones that act in concert to promote mammogenesis, lactogenesis and galactopoiesis. Glandular proliferation which begins at puberty and is intensified during pregnancy is dependent on progesterone. Oestrogen has a greater influence on the ductular growth. Prolactin, which is essential for lactogenesis, also appears to co-ordinate the effects of oestrogen and progesterone on breast tissue. Other hormones including T4, growth hormone, cortisol, insulin and human placental lactogen have permissive roles in the developmental or pathogenetic states of breast. Although it has been postulated that end-organ responsiveness to various hormones may be aetiologically responsible, this response has not been quantified and remains only a hypothesis. The unilateral nature of this disorder in patient lends support to the concept that local factors play a more important role in the causation of this disorder.”

Hmmm…"local factors play a more important role in the causation of this disorder."

We’ll discuss that next. Can you say ENLARGMENT FANTASIES?

A come back?

2006-06-18T19:04:00.000-07:00

Hi, Helia Melonowski here. The REAL Helia Melonowski, the true blue balloon girl from a few years back and authoress of a slew of stories at www.thevalkyrie.com/ladybumps/stories/helia. You can also view my minimalist new site at www.heliam.8k.com. I can't promise I will expose as much of myself as before. Got into some pretty weird situations doing that. Maybe I will EXPAND upon that some other time.

For now I want to say hello to my friends INFLATE123, Tigeras, FreddyD, Ronnie and Chief Hoot.

More soon...