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From: "Kelli Halliburton" <kelli217@crosswinds.not>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 07:03:11 +0000 (UTC)
Subject: {ASSM} Leaking (bizarre, fetish [balloons, BE])
Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 22:10:04 -0400
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   Leaking kelli217@crosswinds.net

   Well, of course, the first time it happened, I simply thought it was
hormone-induced lactation.  I call it "leaking." I sometimes get that at a
certain time of the month, so it didn't concern me.  I did notice that it
seemed kind of bubbly and a little stickier than usual, but not too far out
of the ordinary.

   The second time it happened, it was a month later, and so I thought the
same thing was happening, even though it was again stickier, and this time
the bubbling was fairly obvious.

   The third time it happened, it was only a week later, and I thought I
was just having a weird dream.  I thought it was just induced by the events
of the previous week and the fact that I had eaten half a pizza all by
myself that night.  But it definitely was not ordinary lactation.  I found
myself in my bed, the covers off me, with one little milky clear bubble
extending perfectly spherically from each nipple.  I touched one, thinking
it was just a bubble, but it was all rubbery, and gave a little before it
popped.  Then a new bubble began to form in its place.  I watched this with
great curiosity for several minutes, thinking what a strange dream I was
having, when the one that I hadn't popped detached itself and immediately
floated straight for the ceiling, where it bounced a few times and came to
rest in a corner of the room.  Then the other one did the same thing.  The
entire process started over again.  But for some reason, I was content just
to watch the events unfolding.

   In reflection, it was perhaps at that point that I should have sought
help, but as I said, I thought it was just a strange dream, and not a very
interesting one, because I soon tired of watching bubbles form at my
nipples and float up to the ceiling.  I didn't even watch through the third
set when the dream ended, or I fell back to sleep.

   I woke up the next morning and found nothing out of the ordinary; my
breasts had no trace of the milky, sticky, rubbery fluid on them, and so I
dismissed the previous night's occurrence as no more than imagery brought
on by indigestion and colored by past experience.  I showered and went to
work and gave it not another thought.

   Work was brutal that day; we had several emergencies to take care of and
we were shorthanded because two colleagues were out - one sick and the
other on vacation.  When I got home, I was dead tired, and headed straight
to my bed to lie down for a few minutes.  As I lay on my back, I was
suddenly reminded of the experience that I'd had the previous night; I saw
before me about 20 small bubbles scattered across the ceiling.

   I leapt from my bed, stunned.  I decided I wanted to know what these
spheres were.  So I went to the hall closet and grabbed the step stool, set
it up, and climbed up to touch one of the little globes.  It was rubbery
and bounced off of my finger, so I grabbed it and brought it down to
examine it.  I released it from my hand and it shot upward, so I quickly
closed my hand around it again.  To the touch, it seemed like nothing more
than a small, clear white balloon that somehow didn't have a valve.

   About that time, I felt my nipples leaking again.  I don't have pads in
my bras; when I have leaked before, I would usually just put a bit of
tissue in my bra to absorb it.  But since I was home, I decided to just
strip.  Right as I was getting the bra unhooked, I started to feel a bit of
pressure in my breasts, and as I removed it, spheres were once again
forming.  I touched them and this time they were solid rubber already,
seemingly just growing right out of my nipples.  I tried to pull one off,
and it really HURT.  I grabbed a pin and popped them, and new ones just
formed right behind them.

   And these weren't small.  The ones last night had never gotten past
perhaps an inch in size, but these were already three inches in diameter
and still growing.  I started to panic.  I knew something was very, very
wrong, but had no idea what to do about it.  I decided to call 911, then I
wondered what would I tell them.  If I told them what was actually
happening to me, they would think it was a crank call.  So I decided to
just tell them I didn't know what was wrong but that I needed an ambulance,
NOW.  I picked up the phone and dialed, and I got a busy signal!

   Meanwhile, the balloons at my chest were about 4 inches and still
growing.  Thank goodness I could just continue to pop them and simply deal
with the regrowth as it happened.  I tried 911 again.  It was still busy. I
looked down again and saw that the balloons were right back to 4 inches and
again growing.  I took the phone with me into the bathroom and inspected
myself in the mirror.  It was a strange sight indeed.  Two perfect spheres
extended from my nipples, which were obscured from my view in the mirror.
As I watched, they continued growing, and began to bob upwards as the gas
they were somehow filling with began to reach noticeable buoyancy.  I was
mesmerized by the sight and forgot for a moment about calling 911.  By the
time I remembered, they were about 7 inches in diameter, and showed no
signs of releasing like the ones last night had done.

   I tried pulling on them again.  OW.  I grabbed a pin and popped one. 
The one that formed in its place simply grew faster until it reached the
size of the other one.  Popping was going to be a constant chore until I
got through to the 911 operator and the ambulance got here.  I popped both
of them and briefly toyed with the idea of throwing on a baggy shirt and
driving myself to the hospital.  However, by the time I had gotten to the
chest of drawers, the new set of balloons had rapidly filled out to the
size they had been when I popped them.  This was beginning to be annoying.
I popped them both again, and watched as they practically shot out of my
chest to be 8 inches in about 5 seconds.  Popping didn't seem to be a
solution, but just to be sure, I tried one more time.  This time they
reached 8 inches in about 4 seconds.  Popping them more just made them grow
back faster to the size they had been.  No, this was not a solution.

   Now they had quite a bit of buoyancy, and I was beginning to feel the
gentle tug on my breasts as they were pulled upwards.  I didn't hurt at all
from this, so I tried again to pull the balloons free of my nipples.  Pain
again shot through me.  So, I couldn't pull them off, and popping them was
only a brief temporary measure.  I started to panic just a little bit and
tried 911 again.  It was still busy.  I began to regret my decision to vote
against the tax referendum the last year.

   I held two pins right in front of my nipples for a few minutes and my
new attachments went pop-pop-poppop in rapid succession, but as soon as I
took them away, FOOP!  Two big 10-inch balloons were floating from the ends
of my tits.  And they were pulling upward quite a bit.  Either I found some
way to keep the pins right at my nipples, or I dealt with the balloons.  I
did have to use my hands for other things occasionally, so I decided to let
the balloons have their way momentarily while I thought of some sort of way
to keep the pins at my nipples.

   Finally, it happened.  When the balloons reached about 12 inches across,
they detached themselves and flew to the ceiling.  Okay, I thought to
myself, thank goodness that's over.  As I watched the balloons bounce
against the ceiling among the others, though, I realized.  this was
probably going to happen several more times, because last night it had
apparently happened about 10 times.  I looked down, and sure enough, there
they were.  I really needed to get through to 911.

   Just then, the batteries in my cordless decided to go dead, so I had to
go back in the living room.  I tried again to call an ambulance, but the
busy signal continued to thwart me.  When I sat down on the sofa, I already
had 5-inch balloons at my nipples.  They seemed to be growing faster.

   Good, I thought.  Maybe that means that it won't take as long for the
next few sets to grow and detach.  Instead of trying various things to
counter the growth, this time I simply watched the whole process through to
the end.  It seemed that the balloons were a little bigger than the
previous ones, so I went back to the bathroom and checked against the size
of the ones on the ceiling there.  They were definitely bigger, though only
a little.  By the time these largest ones had detached and I had gone to
the bathroom to check the earlier ones, the new ones at my boobs had gotten
to about 6 inches.  I popped them, and FOOP!  There they were again.  Only.
damn!  They were BIGGER than before I popped them.  Things seemed to be
accelerating.  This was not a good sign.

   I held the pins to my nipples, and a very rapid popping, almost a
buzzing sound, occurred as the balloons reformed with amazing speed.  But
this allowed me to see how they were starting, a process which I hadn't yet
thought to observe.  A tiny drop of fluid would appear and quickly begin to
fill and grow.  at the beginning, it looked for all the world like nothing
more than milk.  I remembered that latex sap from the rubber tree looked
like milk when it was freshly harvested.  I wondered if there was some
relation to breast milk and latex sap - whether true in general or not, it
certainly seemed like it was true in my case.  These thoughts flashed
through my mind briefly, and then I considered a new idea.  Why not try to
plug the hole the sap was coming from?  So I stuck my fingers up to my
nipples, blocking the opening.

   That was a mistake.  My breasts themselves began to swell up like they
were holding pressure.  I quickly released my nipples; I had always wanted
bigger boobs but since I still didn't really have a good idea of what was
going on, I didn't want to take a chance of something going wrong.  FOOP!
There they were, about 9 inches after I released my nipples.  I watched as
they grew, again slightly but noticeably larger before they detached and
the new set formed.  And this time I was able to watch in more detail, as
the rate of growth after a detachment was slower than what happened after a
pop.  These grew to about 15 inches before they finally detached, and I
recognized that each new set was increasing in size by about an inch in
diameter each time.  If this process went on as long as it did last night,
by the time I had gotten to the 10th one, they would be about 21 inches
across when the last set detached.  Each time, they pulled upward more and
more on my boobs as they inflated.  This pulling was not accompanied by
pain, but any time I actively tried to pull on them, I was in agony. 
Bumping them against things didn't hurt either.  It seemed that I simply
wasn't meant to try to pull them off on purpose.

   This was fascinating, but I had only done this 4 times so far, and I
still hadn't gotten through to 911.  Eventually, I stopped trying, and I
hoped that whenever the process was finished, that I would be able to
simply drive myself to the hospital during the dormant phase.

   About this time, the stresses of the day, including work and now these
incredibly bizarre events, really caught up to me.  After set number 5 had
detached and floated off (as I predicted, about 16 inches across), I
decided that I might just try to sleep through this, since it had certainly
not interfered with my sleep the previous night.  I removed my slacks, and
got into bed in my panties.  I quickly realized that sleeping on my stomach
would be impossible, and discovered in short order that sleeping on my side
was not going to work either, because as they inflated, they pulled
sideways.  This was not painful, just uncomfortable and would make it
difficult to sleep.

   So, I lay on my back, and pulled the covers over myself, and the latest
set of boob-balloons.  This didn't work at all, so I had to default to
pulling the covers up to just under my nipples so that whatever was going
on could go on unimpeded.  In a matter of moments, after watching set
number 6 detach and float away and set number 7 begin, I drifted off to
sleep.

   When I finally woke up, my breasts were free and clear of any latex
residue, and the ceiling was completely filled with balloons, in sizes up
to about three feet wide.  Apparently the cycle was longer than the
previous one.  I quickly got dressed and headed for the car, realizing that
I had only hours between the last two cycles, and that the next cycle might
arrive even faster.  What I had failed to consider was that every part of
the experience was accelerating.  They were bigger in diameter each cycle
by slightly more than 10 times, there were more of them, and they were more
durable.

   As I was outside, headed for my car, it began again.  I had worn a
sweatshirt, foolishly believing that the first set would only be about 12
inches and that the sweatshirt would be enough to preserve my modesty under
these conditions.  That turned out to be a false assumption.  The balloons
began growing quickly, almost as quickly as they had the first time I had
popped one, and soon they filled my sweat shirt completely to capacity.  I
absolutely had to stop right where I was, because I couldn't see where I
was going.  The balloons were pulling upward so much that they blocked my
view.

   Then the sweatshirt began to strain at the seams.  And in a few moments,
it began to rip.  So much for modesty, I thought.  The balloons sprang
free, pulling me bodily by the breasts as they jerked skyward.  I realized,
quickly, that I was in danger of being pulled off the ground by them if
they got too big, so I turned my head sideways and found a concrete bench,
straddled it, and hooked my legs under it.  Thankfully, no one was around
to see the incredible sight of a woman leg-locked around a bench next to
the parking lot with huge whitish-clear balloons growing from her nipples.

   When the balloons finally decided to detach, they were probably 12 feet
across.  Twelve certainly seemed to be the magic number as far as size for
each cycle went.  And when the next set started, I had to do something,
because I couldn't stay outside and have this continue to happen.  My legs
were already tired from the strain of holding my body onto the bench with
the balloons trying to pull me upwards.  So I stuck my fingers into my
nipples.  At this point the unknown factor of swelling boobs was better
than the known factor of 12-foot balloons.  I ran for shelter and privacy
as I felt the swelling and pressure building up inside.  I got to my door,
and realized I'd have to release one hand to use my keys.  That was not
really an option.  But in a moment, I felt the pressure subsiding on my
fingers, while it was still there in my boobs, so I chanced it, and saw a
little latex plug sitting in each nipple.  Great!  I thought.  If I'd known
that would happen, I would have done it a long time ago.  Quickly I let
myself in, managing somehow to not be seen by anyone in the apartment
complex.

   The swelling had increased considerably, and I could see that I now had
a bigger bustline than before, by a considerable amount.  I had no idea
what was going to happen, but at least the symptoms had seemed fairly
benign compared to what had just happened outside.  My boobs were simply
growing, but much more slowly than the balloons.  The pressure was pretty
intense, though.  I started to feel bloated, then like I had to pee.  Then
like I was constipated.  Then like I was going to throw up.  I sprinted for
the bathroom, shedding my pants along the way.  I sat on the toilet and
leaned over into the bathtub as my body felt like it was ready to expel
from every orifice.

   Well, it did, but not at all as I expected.  Balloons came out
everywhere, mouth, pussy, and butt, all perfectly clean, no bodily fluids
anywhere on them, with no strain at all.  I managed to still be able to
breathe through my nose while all this was happening.  I was very upset by
this turn of events.  I tried to pinch off, tighten up, close my mouth, and
nothing worked.  Thankfully, they all released at about 12 inches in
diameter, and floated up to the ceiling with the rest of the balloons.

   But then another set started.  This was apparently going to go on, same
as the other cycles.  I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I knew that
I couldn't go on like this, and tried to free the latex plugs at my
nipples. I thought that this would stop the process that was happening
elsewhere in my body, and that I would simply tape a pair of pins to my
nipples to keep from growing from my boobs again while I got to a hospital
or something.  I used the mirror to guide me as I taped the pins to my
nipples as the next set of balloons grew from my openings, and then pried
loose the latex plugs from my breasts.  It was only after I had done this
that I noticed that I was now blessed with huge, spherical breasts that
must have also been about 12 inches in diameter.  The plugs came loose
eventually, and the buzzing sound started again.  Finally, the balloons at
my pussy, ass, and mouth stopped growing, but they didn't deflate, nor
detach.  So I took a third pin and popped them all.

   There I was, a loudly buzzing woman, my body trying to grow balloons
from whatever outlet available, and now sporting ridiculous bouncing
balloon boobs.  I grabbed another sweatshirt and once again headed for the
hospital.

   I got to the car and had just unlocked the door when the buzzing got
louder and increased in pitch.  I wondered at the significance of that for
only a moment before the pins inside my shirt taped to my tits started to
vibrate so much that they were being loosened from their tape.  And then
they both fell off.  I had absolutely no time to even process this before
my shirt was blown to shreds and 3-foot balloons sprang from my body,
knocking my keys across the parking lot.  I reached down, bending at the
legs, then nearly bending over backwards and tried to find where the pins
had gone on the ground.  Miraculously, I was able to find one, and plunged
it into one of the balloons.

   Nothing happened.  I stuck the pin in my finger.  OW!  Well, it was
still sharp.  I plunged it in again.  Nothing.  This was very bad.  And now
my balloons were 4 feet across.  I tried to find somewhere on my car to
hang onto as the balloons grew and I started to lose footing.  The best
thing to do would be to get in and let my balloons hang out the window. 
Unfortunately, my car's doors had frames around the windows, and the
balloons simply wouldn't fit through at this point.  I grabbed the seat
belt and wrapped it around me.  The balloons finally lifted me off the
ground, but I was tethered to my car by the seat belt.  Then they detached,
and I quickly got in while they were still small enough to fit through the
window.

   Now, I couldn't even pop them.  The only thing I could do was to plug
them up, but that resulted in an upsetting condition.  I wondered if they
could be plugged up too, so I waited for the next set to detach, then
plugged my nipples.  I felt the start of the other ones, and so I reached
down in my pants, pressed my thumb against my pussy, a finger against my
ass, and my hand against my mouth.  I hoped that they wouldn't try to get
out my nose, but I was counting on the fact that so far the various
processes had not created any physical threat directly, only the indirect
threats of falling from a great height or being smothered to death in an
enclosed space.

   The latex formed there, but then hardened and plugged up against the
pressure of my hands, and I felt the pressure building.  I figured I could
deal with growing boobs, and even given my nudity, I needed to get to the
hospital.  But I needed my keys, which were out in the parking lot where
they had landed when my breasts sprang free earlier.  So I got out of the
car and walked across the parking lot, going after my keys.  It turned out
to be the last time my feet would ever touch Earth.

   A major rumbling started inside my body, and the first thing that
happened was that my boobs grew rapidly to about 3 feet across, each.  This
stretched the skin of my nipples, and the plugs fell free from them, with
the almost instant result being that I had balloons spouting from my 3-foot
breasts that were about 4 times as big across and still growing, which
immediately lifted me off the ground.  At the same time, the pressure
released on the plugs at my mouth, pussy, and ass, and they also fell out.
But this time, instead of the boob balloons alleviating the formation of
the others, they simply started growing again.  And my boobs were growing
too.  Thanks to the balloons growing out of my pussy and ass, I eventually
wound up bursting out of my pants the same way I had from the two shirts.
Now I had balloons growing from every orifice as well as my nipples.  And
by now my boobs were about 5 feet across.  I was turning into a floating
pair of balloons that grew balloons out of myself.  Then they all released,
and I knew the sickening drop was about to occur.

   I had only just started free-fall when a loud hum encompassed me, and I
found myself in a white nothingness, still in free-fall, or perhaps
floating.

   "Hello.  It certainly took you long enough to get to this stage.  You're
far more resourceful than most of the human women we see."

   I looked around for the source of the sound.

   "Don't bother.  We're not corporeal beings, though we can certainly
affect matter," the voice said.

   I tried to speak, "Who are you?  What is this?" But the balloon at my
mouth was interfering and there was no sound.  But the voice still answered
me, and I realized it was actually coming from inside my head as much as
anywhere.

   "Those are some very broad questions, and there are not any simple
answers.  However, metaphorically, you could say that we are performing an
experiment, or a practical joke, or random acts of violence, or even random
acts of kindness.  It's all very relative, and suffice it to say that your
mind cannot conceive of our purpose.  It doesn't matter how you think of us
or of what has happened to you.  Simply know that you will be like this, in
this place, effectively for eternity.  However, at this stage, you may be
interested to learn something about the elastic spheres emitting from your
body.  You call them balloons, although that is not precisely what they
are. We know they have only caused you direct pain when you have tried to
remove them.  They will soon become completely indifferent to your pulling
on them, and that the lack of sensation from the growing will soon become
an intensely pleasurable sensation."

   "What is this place?" I asked.  I almost moaned as the first hint of
what the voice had just said started to come to pass.

   "The best answer we can give is that it is just outside your universe,
infinite in extent, and it completely avoids many of your laws of physics.
Time exists, and your body can move and feel and your brain can think, but
most other processes simply don't occur, so you will never need to eat or
breathe or sleep or perform any of the other bodily functions that most
corporeal beings have to perform.  Nor will you ever get hot or cold. 
Gravity does exist, but you are actually the only matter in this place, and
so there's nowhere to fall.

   "Actually, in a few months, you will be surrounded by a cloud of
balloons, all in a very loose orbit around you, as gravity pulls all the
lighter objects back to you, the heavier object.  If you hadn't realized,
the balloons will continue to get larger and larger each time they are
released from your body.  The acceleration rate varies a bit, but I imagine
in about a year the balloons being released from your body will be about
the size of your home planet."

   "And I'm stuck like this for eternity?" I asked, on the precipice of a
huge orgasm.

   "Yes, but I think that you'll find it enjoyable enough," said the voice
as I spasmed from head to toe with orgasm as the balloons released and the
next set formed.  "You're enjoying it already."

   ABOUT 100,000 YEARS LATER

   The balloons in the last set were about the diameter of the Milky Way
Galaxy, I'm guessing.  My boobs did eventually stop growing not too long
after I got here.  I asked about that, and the voice said that they do
usually stop after about 5,000 years.  My boobs always did grow more slowly
than the balloons, anyway, and so they're each only about the size of the
Moon.

   You'd think that after maybe a year at best that even an orgasm like the
ones I get from releasing a new set would get old and not very interesting
anymore, but that hasn't happened.  I still get just exactly as much of a
thrill from it as the first one, and they continue to completely engulf me
from head to toe.  The one I had when the last set was released lasted for
a month and a half.  Whenever I want to know about time intervals, or
sizes, I ask the voice, but otherwise I would never really know how long
anything takes or how big anything is.  Many sets of balloons ago, about
40,000 or so sets ago I guess, I asked how long it was taking to make the
balloons I was producing then, and the answer was phrased in months. 
However, it doesn't seem to take that much more time to produce these most
recent ones.  I guess I'm just inflating them faster as they get larger.

   kelli217@crosswinds.net

   This story is hereby allowed for free republication anywhere and by any
means.

   

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