It was the 4th of July weekend when I was finally able to get away. Chris met me at the new Denver airport with a big bouquet of flowers and an even bigger bunch of pink balloons. He always had had a great sense of humor. My 68GG's and me gave him a great big "thank you" and "boy, have I missed you" hug. My baggage made it intact (so much for all the bad press the airport got) and was even waiting for us in the claim area. As we were walking to the car, with the balloons in tow, I felt that familiar tingle return to my chest. "Now what?!" I wondered. I haven't been here for more that 20 minutes and my boobs are already swelling out.

By the time we got to Chris's jeep, my shirt wouldn't tuck back into my jeans. Being the consummate gentleman, he only smiled when he saw that my major assets were yet again living up to my namesake. Before things got too uncomfortable, I undid my bra and pulled it out from under my T-shirt. I tied it around the balloon strings. It made quite a pennant flapping in the breeze with the bunch of balloons bouncing along from behind the jeep. As we were driving, Chris told me that he had borrowed a friend's cabin in the mountains for the holiday weekend. We would be staying right in the heart of the Rockies and there would be so much to do right outside our door. As we entered the city on our way to the mountains, the sign said, Denver - altitude 5,280 feet, a Mile High.

By the time we were through the suburbs, my shirt had stretched out considerably and my boobs were doing a fine job of distracting nearly everyone else on the freeway, but at least they had stopped growing. That was to be short-lived. As we reached the foothills and started increasing altitude up from Denver, my chest started inflating again. I looked over to Chris as my shirt got ever tighter trying to hold in my massive mams and it dawned on him why they were inflating. At higher altitudes the air got thinner. So there would be less resistance, than say at sea level to hold back my boobs. All they were doing was adjusting to the lower air pressure outside. But he said I shouldn't worry too much, we only had another 2000 feet higher to go to reach the cabin.

On a dirt road at 7000 feet in elevation my over-sized, long-sleeved cotton T-shirt gave up the struggle and my blossoming bust spilled out. In fact with my now beach ball sized breasts, it was a bit crowded inside the jeep. So I stood up and let them hang over the windshield. With the cool, fresh, mountain air washing over my nipples, they stiffened right up and sent ripples to every nerve in my body. That feeling was as glorious as the picture-perfect Colorado day. There was the sparkling blue sky with just a few puffy clouds, wonderfully fresh smelling pine forests on either side of the road and the mountains standing in every direction I looked. Chris saw how much I was enjoying the drive and said, "I'll take the back way in. And that way there will be fewer people to shock too." That sounded like a good idea, considering most people had probably never seen a topless, balloon girl standing up in a jeep with her near bean-bag sized boobs draped across the windshield and hood.

By the time we reached the cabin, it was late in the day. We took our things inside the small, but really charming cabin. Chris told me to get settled in and he would cook. To dress for dinner, I took a sheet off of one of the beds and wrapped it toga-style around my now Olympian-sized bust. Later, we dined 'al fresco with some great wine on the deck in back while watching the sun set behind a twin peak. Chris told me those two were called "the Sisters" and were more than 13,000 feet tall. Even though it was early July, they still had quite a bit of snow on their summits. Just then, an intense, but wonderful chill ran through me. What if in this thin air, my boobs ever got so big that there would be snow on the their tops. People would think they were new peaks in the Rockies and give them names like, Mt. Helia and Mt. Melonowski, or maybe, the Titianna Range. Whatever they'd be called, it was a great fantasy. As I lay there under a warm blanket (which was more like a pup tent with my abundant bosom propping it up) next to my best friend, looking up at all the stars, listening to the crickets chirping and hearing the wind blow gently through the trees; it was for me truly a "Rocky Mountain High".

The next day we planned on hiking up to a nearby alpine meadow. The trail wasn't particularly difficult and the views would be breathtaking. So with my toga-top, Chris in full hiking gear and a picnic lunch we set off. Sure enough as we climbed higher, my mams picked up where they left off the day before. Soon we had to stop and readjust my sheet as they swelled up even more. They were so light that it seemed like that they might just pick me up and I'd float away. When we reached the meadow all the flowers there were in full bloom and so was I. Chris said he didn't know which was more breath taking, the mountain scenery or my mountainous, 4-foot in diameter breasts. Either way, I said and laughed; he had the best view in Colorado.

As we sat on our blanket and finished our lunch, the breeze freshened and brought all the fragrances of the new flowers to us in our private meadow. The wind also carried the cries of two eagles. I looked around and saw them riding the thermal swells over a nearby rock ledge. Chris had seen and heard them too. He said to me, "Wouldn't it be fantastic to soar out over this valley just like those two eagles?" I agreed that would be great. Then it hit me. "C'mon, get up!" I said and started towards the rock ledge. He just followed out of curiosity. Standing on the edge I took off my toga top and told Chris to stand right behind me. "Tie the sheet around the two of us good and tight". As he did this, I could see the skepticism in his face. I looked him square in the eyes and said as firm as I could, "I trusted you for many years with my balloon girl secret, now trust me to take care of you!" His face softened and he smiled.

As he tied the sheet, I closed my eyes, listened to the eagles cry and felt the wind blow against my naked upper body. I imagined being as light as I could and with that my breasts slowly started growing. Chris looked on over my shoulder as they steadily swelled larger and larger. I was rising off of my feet when Chris let out a gasp. I grabbed his hands in mine and together we drifted off from the ledge and out over the meadow valley below.

The winds carried us away from the meadow where had had lunch. The valley stretched out below us like a beautiful and lush carpet. Off to one side were the eagles, seeing a moving object, they looked in our direction. They must have been wondering how people could soar and fly in their valley, especially without wings and feathers. Only a balloon girl could make that happen. We drifted under my zeppelin-like boobs for what seemed like hours. I told Chris that I wished this day would go on forever. With that he gently kissed the back of my neck and said he wished the same thing too. However, my breasts were getting a little chilly out in the breeze and I started looking for a place to land.

I concentrated on the wind blowing around me again and sure enough my breasts slowly started to shrink. As we were settling lower to the ground, Chris mentioned that he had seen a cabin a little to the west with some smoke coming from the chimney. We would see if the people there might be able to direct us back to our cabin. Hopefully, they could. It was always disappointing when my boobs would deflate. It felt so wonderful to have them be huge balloons. It turned me on like nothing else to see my mammaries pushing out further and further from my body. But having hooters the size of small cars was a little impractical. The attention my "normal"-sized bosom drew was more then enough, thank you.

We touched down on the soft grass not too far from the cabin Chris had seen. It stood on the edge of the forest. I redid the sheet around my "altitudinally proportionate" boobs. Which was to say that were not just large, but stood out more than two feet from my body and strained at the sheet covering them up. As we walked toward the cabin, a man came out on to the front porch. I wondered then if he had seen our little balloon ride over the valley. He strolled out to us and when close enough he said, "You two sure know how to see the mountains like no one else can". I felt like I had turned four shades of red and Chris just choked trying to say something.

"Don't be embarrassed you two. You have a wonderful gift." He said looking at me. He then took one of each of our hands in his firm and brown-skinned ones. He introduced himself in his native tongue, but even with his smooth, almost singsong voice, the complex string of syllables was too much to make out. Seeing our dismay, he said, "Most of my friends just call me Jack". "Thanks, Jack", we said in unison. He then offered to us to come and rest for a while, maybe have something to drink in his cabin. We accepted and sat down together on a bench swing hanging on the front porch.

Jack sat down next to us in a log chair and asked if we out here for the day or were staying nearby. Chris explained about his friend's cabin and also that we were basically lost after our balloon excursion earlier. Jack new right where our cabin was and offered to map out which trails we needed to take there. After some pleasant conversation, Jack turned to me and looked deeply, but warmly into my eyes and said, "The spirits of the air and winds have given you a special gift, Helia". I was a bit stunned, but said back to him that at many times it really seems more like a curse than a gift. Jack chuckled softly and spoke reverently, "Most people are never aware that Earth has given each of them something special. They are too busy in their own lives to realize that they have the power within themselves to make their lives into something truly wonderful and to help out their brothers and sisters with their gifts when they need help the most".

Chris asked Jack what his gift was. Turning to him, Jack said, "Your spirit is one with the bear. Wise, strong and protective of its own. Much like your relationship with Helia. She has put her trust in you and you have always shown her loyalty and respect in return. You probably even encourage her to use her gift to make the world a brighter place". After a moment, I spoke to Jack and asked, "How do you know so much about us and our lives?" He spoke with eyes seemingly miles away, "My spirit flies on the wings of the eagle, high above the Earth. I see where we have been, where we are going and what lies ahead. I share this knowledge only with those who have accepted their own gifts and seek not to gain from this knowledge, but only to help others. I see a coming challenge in your life Helia, one that will test the very limits of your gift. Just remember where the source of your gift lies, on the voice of the winds. Hear it call your name. And at that time, Chris, Helia will need all your strength and wisdom, to help her help a great many others".

We were so enthralled with Jack's stories that we didn't realize it would be dark soon. We thanked him again and again for the refreshments, hospitality and insights. Jack waived from his porch until we were out of sight. The maps he gave us led us right to our cabin, where we had some leftovers for dinner, then fell into bed and slept like logs. Exhausted from the day's events and stories. When I woke the next morning, I had the nagging feeling that Jack's explanation of my future may come to pass very soon.

Chris suggested that we drive to Breckenridge and go to their big 4th of July concert and fireworks show that night. He then looked a little worried and said that to get there we would have to cross over the Continental Divide, which was a lot higher than we had been yet. Ever thinking of my welfare, I beamed back at him told him that with Jack's advice I think I can get the hang of how to handle my billowing boobs in the thin, mountain air. I said, "Let's go for it." So we piled into the jeep and headed off for the roof of the continent.

As we drove ever higher I felt my breasts wanting to explode out from under the huge sweatshirt Chris had found in a closet back at the cabin. But when I concentrated on the sounds of the winds blowing by the jeep, I managed to keep them in check. The sign at the entrance of the Eisenhower Tunnel said, "Elevation 11,307 feet above sea level". So far so good as we sped ahead. The tunnel is over two miles long and is the highest one in the world. I could feel my boobs pushing out against the sweatshirt and I almost blew it (literally) when I envisioned what my hooters would look like if they grew to fill the entire width of the tunnel. Some story that would make for the local news; just think of what the "film at 11:00" would look like.

We made it through the tunnel without my breasts growing out of control and stopping up traffic on the most important Interstate highway across the Rocky Mountains. On the other side, as we got closer to the Breckenridge exit, we both noticed a big column of thick, gray smoke coming from the forest not too far off in the distance. As we got off of the highway, it was apparent that the fire was very near to the town. The State Patrol had the road closed leading into Breckenridge near Lake Dillon, which is a large, man-made lake in the middle of Summit County. The trooper waived for us to stop and told Chris he would have to turn around. I asked if the town was in danger from the fire. The normally stone-faced trooper, seeing the vast bulges under my sweatshirt, momentarily forgot his duty, but went on to tell us that, yes, the town was threatened, people were being evacuated and no one was allowed into the area.

So Chris pulled over onto a crossroad and we got out. There were a lot of people standing around watching the fire get closer to the town, but nobody really seemed to want to do anything. Just then, a group of volunteer firefighters drove up and got out of their trucks. They looked exhausted. We asked them how it was going and they answered, "Not well". There hadn't been much, if any rain, so far that summer and the wind from the south was pushing the fire through the dry forest right at the town. They also told us that they had a lot of hoses and water (from Lake Dillon), but they just couldn't get enough of it on the flames at one time. What they really needed to save the town was a big showerhead over the fire. But without a cloud in the sky, a passing rainstorm didn't look real promising any time soon.

There comes a moment in everyone's life when they are faced with making a decision that will forever alter their life. Mine came at that moment. With Jack's insight running through my mind and after hearing what the fire fighters needed to save the homes and livelihoods of many hundreds if not thousands of people, I made my decision. When I first told Chris of what I wanted to do, he looked like he would lock me in padded cell and throw away the key. "Helia", he said so sternly, "If you do this, the whole world will find about Helia Melonowski, Balloon Girl". You'll never be able to have a "normal" or at least anonymous life again, to say nothing of the possible health risks to you." Instead of arguing, I quietly said, "This is what I was meant to do with my gift, to help a great many people when they need it most". With those words, Chris's own insight from Jack came back to him and said, "All right then, let's do this!"

We drove quickly over to a clearing less than a mile away from the edge of the fire. I got out, placed a blanket over a large boulder and sat down. Chris asked me if I needed anything more. I said I'd be fine from here. With the proudest smile he could give, he jumped off the jeep, ran over to me, gave me a "bear" hug, kissed me and said, "I'm the luckiest man alive to be with you and when this is over, I want you to marry me!" To shocked to speak, I just nodded yes. With that he ran back to the jeep, waived and yelled, "I love you" as he drove off. Before I closed my eyes, I could see Chris waving his arms and jumping up and down in front of the fire fighters and State troopers explaining what we all were going to do. I'm sure he could convince them, but I needed to start doing my part to show them my plan was for real�

In my heart and soul, I could feel the wind blowing, the air rising and the cry of the eagle as he rode on the updrafts over the mountains. Jack's voice came to me, "Hear the spirits of the Earth and Air call out your name. Now is when you must find it in yourself to reach the very limits of what your gift can do." My body responded. I saw it in my mind as my breasts swelled forth at a furious pace, knowing that time was of the essence. Quickly, they grew past the car-sized balloons of yesterday's leisurely flight. My soul poured out energy I never knew I had. My whole body tingled like one erotic nerve. My breasts surged out, past the size of a bus, then a house and then larger than a church. All of the growth created a desire unlike anything that I had ever known. The feeling was beyond describing. It was total spiritual fulfillment.

Thousands of people stopped whatever it was they were doing, for off in the middle of a clearing, not that far from the roaring fire, now at the edge of the town, was a very pretty girl, whose breasts were growing into something indescribably huge. No one could believe it. Chris then shouted, "Everyone, start grabbing lengths of hoses. We haven't got much time." The drivers on the fire trucks revved up their engines and drove toward the shores of Lake Dillon. The troopers barked out orders to people at hand to either stay clear or start rolling out more hoses.

To me, it felt like time was standing still. But my boobs kept on growing. I knew they had to be much bigger to do what we all needed them to do. Their size was best kept in the hundreds of feet across taking up most of the clearing. Soon I felt trees brushing up against them, sending whole new waves of pleasure all through me, and yet they kept expanding. I heard voices, but only distantly around me. Shouts of encouragement, some of disbelief and some of joy knowing that there may be hope yet. I could also hear a helicopter nearby and a trooper on the ground yelling at it through a megaphone to stay back and not get in the way. As my bust kept busting out, I felt less and less connected to my body.

Soon I was looking down at these mountain-like sized breasts. People moved like ants scurrying around them. It felt like I was an eagle circling these new peaks high in the Rockies. Just then I saw another shadow down on those milky-white summits and looked up. It was Jack as his eagle-self flying nearby. His voice called out to me most reassuringly and said, "Helia you've done well. Now it's time to let go of the wind and air spirits inside of you." "Must I really. It feels so incredible to soar and glide like this. Can't I stay this way?" I called back. His voice boomed out, "No you can not. For you must now leave the spirit world and return to your body. Your work there is not done." And with that I began to feel the cool rush of the wind leaving my body and my eagle-self circled lower and lower around those massive mammary mountains.

Everyone on the ground heard first then felt the cool rush of the wind leaving my titanic tits from their nipples. It was aimed right at the raging fire, which was just starting to lick the sides of a few buildings. The wind was steady and strong. It halted the flames advance on that very spot. Chris's voice then rang out on the megaphone "Start the pumps". Dozens of valves opened on the fire engines and water from Lake Dillon flowed out through miles of fire hoses. Each hose was aimed by its team up at my nipples and the water burst out and up into the air right into the flow of air coming from inside of me. Soon there was stream of water, just like a showerhead falling onto the crackling forest fire. A loud cheer went up from the crowd as slowly, but surely the flames were knocked down by the water raining down from the geysers on Mt. Helia. The town had been saved.

The next thing I remembered was lying on an ambulance stretcher, with an oxygen mask over my face and Chris standing next to me, with his soot-covered face beaming his biggest smile. "You did it", he said. "You saved the town and you'll be just fine. Lie there and rest for awhile. I'll be with the you whole time." "I love you" he whispered and held my hand. I smiled back at him and closed my eyes. It was the best I ever felt. "So what", I thought "if the next cover of the grocery rag mags would have aerial photos of my mountainous mams shining in the sunshine and the whole world new that I was a balloon girl. I had done it. I met my life's challenge and we had saved the town. Besides, it was a great feeling to know that I had, at least for a brief moment really become a part of the Rocky Mountains in away no one else ever had. And as I drifted back to sleep, I could hear the strains of John Denver singing in my head, "Rocky Mountain High, Colorado. Rocky Mountain Hi-igh�".

The End