Helia's Hangar
by Helia Melonowski (as told to JoH)


Being a balloon girl has a lot of both advantages and disadvantages. But one 
advantage is the fact that my "condition," as I like to call it, offers me 
unique opportunities that are simply not possible for anyone else. Let me 
give you an example.

Last summer I had a temporary job that involved working in a large warehouse 
that was once used as an aircraft hangar. I'll tell you what the job was in 
a moment, but first let me explain what I had to do to prepare myself for 
it.

A typical day went like this:

I got up very early in the morning and I put on a large, loose spandex 
sweatshirt. I deliberately went without a bra because the job 
involved...well...my breasts. Anyway, after eating breakfast I left my 
apartment in downtown Buffalo and drove to the hangar, which was a few miles 
outside the city, near the border with Canada. After checking in with my 
supervisor, I walked to the center of the hangar. My supervisor and two 
technicians were the only other people in the building, so I was basically 
alone.

It was a huge hangar. It was roughly sixty feet high, with enough space for 
a whole squadron of airplanes. It was used for storage during World War II 
but after the war all the aircraft were taken out of commission. All that 
was left was a vast, empty space and two large vats. I stood in the center 
of the room, which had a soft gym mat placed on the floor. The wide open 
areas made me feel very tiny, but I knew the feeling wouldn't last for very 
long.

Soon it was time to get to work. The two technicians brought out a pair of 
hoses and gently inserted them under my shirt. The openings of each hose 
were attached with adhesive tape to each of my nipples. The other ends led 
directly to each of the two vats. Then I laid myself down on the floor.

I brought with me a stack of stories and pictures people had sent me over 
the years, describing some of their inflation fantasies involving me. This 
was done to get me in the proper mood. I lay on my stomach, using my large 
breasts as pillows, trying to work myself into a comfortable position.

After a few minutes of reading, I felt a rumbling from within. It seemed to 
come from my chest, and it felt very pleasurable. I was getting excited!

The rumbling became louder, and soon I felt an incredible rush. My breasts 
were starting to inflate!

As I looked down on my "pillows," I could see them slowly swelling, becoming 
rounder and fuller. They increased in size before my very eyes. They grew to 
the size of medicine balls, and then large beach balls. Soon I felt myself 
rising into the air as my boobs ballooned bigger and bigger.

My breasts soon grew to four feet, then five feet in diameter. I squeezed 
them with my arms, and they felt so soft and plump that I moaned with 
pleasure, causing me to expand even more!

Six feet, then seven feet-my breasts were now larger than beanbag chairs, 
and a lot softer and warmer. I felt an incredible feeling of vastness and 
largeness. Just touching the sides of my breasts was enough to send my mind 
reeling-and my boobs to inflate even bigger!

Ten feet, twelve feet, twenty feet-I was inflating at an incredible rate! I 
rose higher and higher into the air, as my breasts each grew to the size of 
weather balloons. I was rapidly filling the hangar with my gigantic 
"pillows!"

At this point, the feeling was so intense I was positively delirious-until I 
felt a sharp bump against my head. I had inflated all the way up to the 
ceiling. I looked down. My breasts had expanded to unbelievably enormous 
proportions. Each one was over fifty feet in diameter. My sweatshirt had 
been stretched so far that the tubes in my nipples were bulging underneath 
it. The rest of my body looked like a doll perched atop two oversized party 
balloons.

I was totally unable to move for a second-and then a very warm rush came 
over me. I felt myself slowly deflating as milk poured from my nipples, 
through the tube and into the two vats. That was my job-providing milk to 
the local dairy.

It was a very soft feeling, as I gently floated back down to the ground. My 
breast milk filled the two vats to capacity. After I returned to my normal 
size, I removed the tubes from my chest and returned home, while the 
technicians purified and pasteurized my milk to make it suitable for human 
consumption.

It was delightful to use my body for such a purpose-not to mention extremely 
stimulating! So the next time you drink milk, remember-it could be mine!

Now if only that hangar had been a hundred feet tall...

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