HELEN’S AMAZING EXPANDING DREAM

				Original written by: Dragon6860
				 Editing and co-writing: JB/NL
			  Speical Thanks to Dr. Cheyenne Chaste Moon


Helen sat up in her chair at her home.  “God, it’s as hot as hell today.”  Her 
airconditioning had broken about two days earlier, and the repairman wouldn’t be 
there for another two.  There’s no point for me staying here, Helen thought.  “I 
guess I’ll go to the beach.  Get some sun.” She went into her room and looked for 
a suitable swimsuit.  Finding something that fit wasn’t much of a problem, as Helen 
had very few curves.  She stood about 5'9" and her hips and her face were about the 
only thing that could place her as a female.  She grabbed a conservative two-piece 
and began to drive toward a mostly-deserted spot on the beach.

She found herself a comfortable spot, put down her beach towel, and began the 
self-gratifying task of applying sun block.  This was by far her favorite part of 
sunbathing.  She squirted out a liberal amount and began rubbing it all over herself, 
spending a little extra time on her thighs and her chest, moaning softly as she applied 
it over her flat, but sensitive chest.  Lying down on her towel, she began to relax, 
rubbing her hands one last time up and down her body.  Not too much later, she fell 
asleep, feeling warm and fuzzy.

While she was sleeping, a man pushing a small balloon cart came up to the sidewalk, 
and decided to stop.  This was as good a place as any.  John had been trudging up 
and down the sidewalks all day, and he was very tired and very thirsty.  Fortunately, 
across the street, there was a watering hole where he could get some refreshment.  John 
paused for a moment, wondering if he should leave his cart, but decided that if no one 
had bought any, why would anyone steal it?  With that, John walked across the street, 
towards the bar. 

A little while after John entered the bar, a car full of loud, most likely drunken, 
teenagers arrived.  "Come on guys, let’s hit the bar!" one of them bawled. "Hang on a 
second," another said.  "Check her out."  All of them ogled the prone, sleeping form of 
Helen.

"So what?" said one of them.  "Look at her.  She’s flatter than a board!  She’s got no tits!"
Then one of the most drunken spoke up.  "Well, leesh give her some!  (Hic!)"  He staggered 
to the back of his car, opened the trunk, and pulled out a long hose.  "Here, atacchh zis 
to zat air tank.  (Hic!)"

One drunk staggered to the cart, fumbled for a bit, then managed to slide the hose over the 
exhaust on the helium tank.
Another drunk staggered down the beach, taking the other end down to Helen.  "Watch this 
guys! (Hic!)"  He tried to gently slip one end into Helen’s pussy.  Helen moaned softly as 
her pussy lips parted and the hose slid in, deep. Laughing, the drunks assembled back at 
the top of the beach, surveying their handwork, seeing the long hose snake its way through 
the sand from the cart to Helen's sleeping form.  "Everyone ready to turn the hose on?"  
The boys stood there, nodding and giggling as they contemplated the chaos they were going 
to cause.Finally, they all stared at each other, then burst out laughing, as the least 
drunk of them cranked the valve of the helium tank to full open.  They stood there for a 
moment, laughing, then piled into their car, and rode off, in search of another bar 
to cause mischief in.

Helen was still sleeping.  She had always been a unnaturally heavy sleeper.  Once, her 
mother thought she was dead, when she didn’t awaken after being splashed with water in 
her face.  And this sleep, on the warm beach, was not any exception.  Helen began dreaming 
that she was a balloon, floating along.  Then she was suddenly stuck on a nozzle of an air 
tank.  In here dream, Helen sat there, wondering what to do, when suddenly, she began to 
feel herself slowly growing bigger.  ‘Ohh,’ Helen thought.  ‘This feels so good!’  Dreaming, 
she clamped her legs together, to keep herself on the nozzle of the tank.  And not just in 
her dream too.

In the real world, something strange was happening to Helen.  As the gas flowed into her 
body, Helen’s breasts began to inflate.  Slowly at first.  Before, she was below the scale 
of breasts.   But now, she had definite A-cups, then B-cups.  Her swimsuit, definitely not 
designed for these bulges, began to strain.  The cloth began stretching as it struggled to 
hold her mammaries in.  Soon, breast flesh was seeping over the top, and out the sides.  It 
stretched, and stretched, trying to contain ever-increasing amounts of breast volume.  Her 
nipples rose up, tenting the taut fabric of her swimsuit, lengthened, strengthened, and 
finally broke through the overstrained fabric, on a steadily growing mountain of breast 
flesh easing its way out of the rapidly disintegrating top.

Finally, it gave way in a spectacular display of ripped fabric, and her breasts bounced 
free, bobbed upwards, and continued swelling and swelling.  Helen’s magnificent, round 
mammaries, her skin taut and trim, ever expanding, grew and grew, and as she passed through 
a very full DD-cup.  She moved in her sleep, dreaming of air rushing fast into her, 
swelling her, filling her with this wonderful sensation.  On the beach, her dream 
translated into her clamping her legs tighter to the hose, scuffling her feet, as the end 
slid deeper into her. The tighter seal between the hose and her body caused her breasts to
grow ever faster; and, as the pressure in the helium tank rose, as the
sun shown directly onto the tank, the expansion rate increased dramatically.  Soon, her 
back arched, her breasts the size of big, solidly inflated beachballs (and then some!), 
her nipples the size and shape of footballs, she moaned and moaned, her pussy dripping
liquid around the hose, creating an even tighter seal.

Her breasts expanded faster, stretching her skin entirely taut, veins pulsing near the 
surface.  She panted in her sleep, her hands sliding over the sides of these massive lust 
balloons now expanding from her body.  Plunged in her dream, the sensation became so 
intense, she felt her body working overtime to produce enough hormones, screaming through 
her body, making her lust for more, more, more.  Her legs squeezed tighter around the 
nozzle of the bottle.
She moaned, shifted, slipping the hose ever deeper into her, thick pussy juices sealing the 
last of the helium exhaust, and, as the sun burned down, the hot helium surged into her 
breasts. Soon her breasts reached beanbag chair size, a full 5 feet in diameter, each 
slightly oval, and standing erect and ready, as if waiting for some pair of monstrous 
vaginas to grip each in a tight, lustful, and orgasmic embrace.  Gently, they billowed, 
erect, expanding, and rose into the air, tautening her skin even more, her veins standing 
dark against her lightening flesh.

To an onlooker, it looked like a pair of tan, slightly oval beachballs, except, that is, 
for her engorged shiny nipples standing at stiff attention on top.  Slowly, Helen’s back 
lifted off the ground, as her ever-faster ballooning boobs grew bigger and bigger.  The 
sun not only heated the helium in the tank, but also that contained in her now weather 
balloon sized hooters.  They grew faster, and faster, her nipples now resembling the 
filler hoses on weather balloons, except, they stood up into the air, proud and erect, a 
true symbol of power of the feminine sex.

Writhing in her dream, Helen feverishly rubbed the underside of her now rock hard, shiny, 
taut spectacularly expanding boobs.  Bucking her pelvis, as in her dream, her pussy had 
slid over the air tank, which had transformed into an ever-ejeculating pulsing, throbbing 
cock, exploding in orgasm at every thrust she made.  Slowly, her bucking turned to 
thrashing, as her body lost contact with the warm beach sand, as she slowly drifted off 
into the air, tethered to the ground by the hose connected to the balloon cart’s helium 
tank.

A gentle sea breeze, combined with her wild, orgasmic motions, wrapped the hose tightly 
around her leg, insuring that in no case she could lose it now.
In full and total ecstasy, lost in her wildest dreams, Helen never felt the sudden gust 
of wind that drove her upwards, suspended below her shiny, semi-transparent 30 foot 
fantastically expanded (and still expanding!) bust, lifting the balloon cart, and floating 
her out to sea.

A few minutes later, a supremely sated and well refreshed John came out of the bar and 
could not believe his eyes.  His balloon cart was gone.  Dazed, he walked up and down the 
boulevard, trying, in vain, to comprehend why anyone would steal his balloon cart.