During my third week of the course I experienced (as I usually did during particular times of the month) my condition that makes me a "balloon girl." I went into class after a rather BIG day. I had checked the small digital gage attached to the middle of my brassiere (in the area between the expandable cups of my custom-made bra) and it read 68H. Once beyond 42 the actual number signified the measurement from around my back and bust.
I sat at my computer in the classroom, practicing some operations, when Miss Betch creeped up behind me. I smelled her reeking breath as she opened her mouth to speak. "I am surprised you can even type, Miss MELON-OW-SKI," she said. "With breasts that big I am surprised you can even see your shoes to tie them." She didn't speak loudly but enough so that the people on either side of me could hear.
Luckily I knew the computer keyboard and even though my bloated bulging boobs stuck out round and fat over the keyboard, I still managed to type.
I looked at the boyish-looking bright-red haired woman and grinned. "You probably have no problem tying your shoelaces." The people on either side of me chuckled. Miss Betch's face grew as red as her hair.
"You watch it, Miss Boobs, if you want to pass this class!" she said poking a finger into my boob that was hid and bulging beneath my white top. The poke sent a ripple of movement through my breast that made my whole top jiggle. The action (as usual) made my ultra-sensitive nipples rub against the thick-stitched lacing of the bra cups, making my chubby nipples prominently poke up.
"Hey! Stop that!" I said though that was all I said. I need the class for credits towards my degree so I didn't want to press my luck even if she pressed my boobs.
The woman walked away with her pointed nose in the air. I stopped typing and brought my little hands to the sides of my big boobs. I pushed them together, mashed them together like two large fluffy pillows. Sliding my hands forward, I partially cupped my perk nipples and squeezed and pulled them then let them go as they sort of snapped back to position but now a little fatter and longer and more prominent than they had been. I giggled seeing the guy seated next to me looking.
Putting my fingers back to the keyboard, I continued my computer exercise.
Two hours later, the class let out. I finished up the last gruelly exercise and was heading to the door when Miss Betch stepped in my way. Her beady green eyes were on my bouncing bosoms as I came to an abrupt halt.
"I bet you like flaunting those big tits of yours, don't you, Miss Melonowski?" the woman sneered wickedly. She reminded of the evil witch in the Wizard of Oz.
"It's just how I am," I said not wanting to really let her know that I liked being big busted. What I really wanted was to end my inflateable condition but have a bust that was super SUPER sized permanently. "I am sorry I can't be like you�though I am kind of glad." I didn't mean to be mean but�I couldn't help it.
"You watch yourself or you'll be heading into the School of Hard Knocks," she hissed like snake.
I put my index finger to my chin and rolled my eyes. "Hmmm, I've attended and graduated from the School of Big Soft Knockers. I suppose the School of Hard Knocks might need someone like me."
The woman fumed. I thought she might erupt like a red hot volcano. Instead she turned, pulled something from the briefcase on her desk and turned and smacked me roughly in the ass. I squealed and jumped, making my huge boobies bounce against my chin. It wasn't the slap that stung but the prick of a needle like poke into my behind.
"There, sweetie. We'll see how you enjoy some added fluff," she grinned as I rubbed my bottom. She held a small syringe in her hand and it was empty.
"I can take anything you can dish out, Miss�Miss BITCH!" I said storming out of the classroom.
Not knowing what the woman injected me with I stopped at a 24 hour Quicky Med to get checked out. I told the doctor in charge that I had accidentally sat on a syringe and wasn't sure if I had poisoned myself or something in the process. The blood test he took didn't take long. He soon returned to my little examination room with the good, if not slightly strange, news.
"Well, Miss Melonowski," the doctor said mostly to my huge boobs that he couldn't take his eyes off. It was a common occurrence so it didn't bother me. "The tests all come out negative. No poisons or any other nastiness is in your system."
I sighed with relief.
"I was wondering though�how long have you been breastfeeding and have you been having trouble breastfeeding?" the doctor asked innocently.
"Breastfeeding? I'm not breastfeeding," I said gently patting my plumped-up breasts. "Though it probably looks like it."
The doctor cleared his throat and turned a slight shade of red. "Oh. Er�must have just been an error on the test results. Sorry. You can leave."
Shrugging my shoulders, making my big boobs hop in my white tight top, I slid off the examination table and left the place. I was eager to get home and go to bed. I was suddenly feeling drained of energy.
I got home, fed my face with a little treat of marshmallow chocolate fudge super-fattening ice cream and got ready for bed. Slipping into my cotton jammies (white top and white-and-black spotted bottoms), I plopped down on the couch in front of the television with a second heaping helping of the ice cream. Each chilly scoop sent shivers through my body as I ate the ice cream, making my perky nipples pop up like the turkeys were done. It made my whole body tingle. Mmmmmm.
Finishing the last scoop of yummy ice cream, I set the bowl down and sat back to watch Letterman. I shivered, feeling the cool tingle spread throughout my body. The sensation seemed to subside in my tummy but continue in my upper body and abdomen. "My goodness. That must be good stuff," I giggled as my nipples got harder and harder and really poked up like stubby steel spikes in my pajama top. "Ow. Come on now, girls. Simmer down," I moaned rubbing the ends of my erect nipples through the clothing. My fat nipples were so hard they actually ached. Rubbing them though certainly felt as delicious as the ice cream did�maybe moreso.
I sighed as I felt my breasts begin to swell ever-so-slightly. "Oh my! That was good ice cream!" But I knew it probably wasn't what I had just eaten that was causing me to begin to blossom.
I sat back lost in a wash of ecstasy as my boobs expanded in my pajama top. My brain was reeling in the sweet sensations as my super turgid nipples were rubbed and pressed taut against the material of the stretching but tight top. The sensations rippled right down to my midsection and I felt an orgasm building ever so sweetly.
"Yessss...bbbiggggerrrr..." I moaned as I was mooshed further and further into my cushy couch. Then my eyes snapped open. "HOLEY HOLSTEINS!" I cried as the weight of my gargantuan breasts, now pressing into my lap, was felt. I ran my hands over the still swelling boob-pontoons. The front of my stretched pajama top was tearing where my super fat nipples stuck out against it. A large wet spot, the size of a dinner plate, dampened the pj top at my jutting nipples.
I cried out again as, the top giving up the ghost, split at the nipples and the growing nipples sprang free. "Oh my goodness! I'm a MILKER!" I exclaimed seeing large droplets of white liquid emerging from my throbbing nipples and feeling the fullness within my ballooning breasts.
There was another pressure but this one was below my boobs. In fact, my boobs were pressing heavily upon what I thought was my abdomen. I squeezed my hands under my colossal jugs and found a huge mound there. At first I thought it was my belly that had inflated because it felt like I was pregnant from the great roundness. Then as I ran my hands over the beachball-sized bulge I felt one...no, two...three...four other oblong lumps.
"Oh shit! What's happening to me?" I said as I ran my hands over and over the bulge below. My pajama bottoms, that were very big and more stretchy than my tearing top, held the new growth perfectly but as I felt the bulge more then slipped a hand down to my flat tummy between my huge heavy breasts and the abdominal bulge...I realized... "MY GOSH! I'VE GROWN AN UDDER!"
The huge milk sac ballooned, filling more and more with rich creamy Helia milk. It slipped over the edge of the couch and me and my full tits followed. I hit the floor, luckily catching myself on hands and knees plus the huge udder between my legs that pressed to the floor helped keep me upright.
"Ohhhh NNoooo!" I gasped as my two enormous boobs blew the pajama top and the billowing udder swelled faster. My pj bottoms, needing room for the growing milk sac, slipped down away from my cute round tush. The udder filled so much it began to overflow the rim of my bottoms, squeezing massively between my legs. I looked to the phone...it was across the room. I couldn't even roll over there for fear I'd smother myself with my three super heavy milk reservoirs. So I just let whatever was coursing through my system take hold...knowing it was something Miss Betch had injected me with.
My boobs and my new big cow's udder grew and grew and grew. I was soon halfway up to the ceiling resting on my giant full and round boobs and udder.
With nothing more I could do I watched television until I dozed off, falling asleep on my enormous pillows.
When morning came I awoke on the floor with my top in pieces and pajama bottoms stretched to falling off. I was back down to normal as normal would be for me. I checked my abdomen by parting my huge breasts and found no udder. My breasts were bigger than the day before and I thought the milk experience might have just been a dream...until I twisted my nipples into a pleasant erection then continued in pinching and squeezing the hard nubs. I placed my hands on the sides of my full feeling boobies and gave them a push, mashing their immenseness together...
...geysers of milk spurted from my nips like white fountains.
END?
Reader: If you would like to read and know more about my new BALLOON COWGIRL condition, let me know! - Helia