The Big Convention
by Helia Melonowski (as told to JoH)

During last year's congressional elections some of my friends joined a new 
political party, the Nationalist Party. The party was a middle-of-the-road 
alternative to the Democratic and Republican parties. Anyway, my friends 
asked if I would help campaign for their candidate for the Senate. I was 
intrigued by the notion of working for a third party (and of making a little 
extra money), so I eagerly said "yes." Soon I was passing out bumper 
stickers and brochures and doing my part in promoting our man for the 
Senate.

On Election Night we gathered at the main convention center downtown for a 
rally. It was a rather lavish affair, with live music, speeches and all 
sorts of refreshments. At the end of the rally a marching band played 
patriotic music, followed by the release of tons of confetti and over a 
hundred red, white and blue balloons. It was all very exciting! Then we 
watched the election results, broadcast live on a television monitor in the 
convention center.

Unfortunately, the Nationalist candidate received less than twenty percent 
of the vote. He was defeated soundly, and after giving a very sincere but 
painful concession speech, left the convention center. My friends and I were 
all terribly disappointed (but not really too surprised). By midnight, most 
of my friends had gone home for the night. Soon I was left alone in the 
building. I was assigned the task of removing all the balloons from the 
convention floor.

I actually didn't mind being alone, as I was dejected and wanted some time 
to myself. I started to deflate the balloons, one by one, and put them in a 
large plastic bag.

Then a thought occurred to me. When I picked up my first balloon, I untied 
it to allow it to deflate. But instead of just letting the air flow out, I 
put the neck of the balloon in my mouth and inhaled. I felt a slight rush. 
After a bad day it was just what I needed. I inhaled another balloon, then 
another. All that air blowing into me felt cool and relaxing.

Soon I felt a tightness in my chest. Just as I had hoped, the air was slowly 
inflating my breasts! I inhaled more and more balloons, as my boobs gently 
expanded a few cup sizes. Soon they were the size of huge beachballs.

Then there was a "pop!" The buttons on my blouse were snapping off, unable 
to contain my growing chest any longer. Fortunately, I had gotten a stretch 
suit back from the cleaners that afternoon and had put it in the trunk of my 
car. I went outside, put my suit on in the ladies' room, and re-entered the 
convention hall. Now was the time to have some fun!

I filled my lungs with balloon after balloon. My breasts were now bigger 
than anyone else's. They were now each five feet in diameter, and getting 
larger and larger and larger! The feeling was overwhelming as I felt my 
boobs expanding.

Soon I had inhaled all one hundred balloons. My breasts were now enormously 
huge. Each one was over ten feet in diameter. As I squeezed them with my 
arms they felt like two giant, soft pillows. I was incredibly bloated-but I 
wasn't finished yet!

At the corner of the hall I noticed the helium tank used to inflate the 
balloons. Impulsively, I slowly waddled over to it, my huge breasts bouncing 
from side to side. I picked up the hose from the tank and became excited 
just thinking of what was going to happen next. Then I put the hose in my 
mouth and opened the valve.

I felt an incredible rush as the air blasted into my body. As I gulped it 
down, my belly, hips and butt widened and widened and widened. Soon my arms 
and legs retreated into my increasingly round shape as I blew up and up and 
up! Soon I felt myself slowly rising into the air. After a few minutes I 
spit the hose out and started floating around the room.

My body had expanded to ten times its normal size. I was now a gigantic, 
bloated sphere with my head, hands and feet poking out. My enormous belly 
bulged under my stretched-to-the-limit stretch suit. To say I felt ecstatic 
would be an understatement. I was a female hot-air balloon-and loving it!

I gradually deflated to my normal size as I floated around the hall. When I 
was done it was nearly 4 A.M. I had spent almost four hours inflating myself 
to incredible proportions! Time had passed very quickly, though. I swiftly 
gathered my belongings and headed home (fortunately I had the next day off).

I was very unhappy that my candidate lost the election. But by trying to get 
my mind off it I wound up having one of the best nights of my life.

And, I was allowed to keep the deflated balloons. And the helium tank.

END