Bimbo Bookworm (Patreon Reward)

Jacqueline sighed as the box of paperback books was at in front of her.  She looked up and over her cat-eye glasses, planning on reprimanding whatever idiot so loudly sat the box on the front counter if the library only to pause and try not to gawk.  The woman behind the box was dressed in bubblegum pink from head to toe, complete with a crop top, shorts and, peering past the box, a pair of pink stiletto heels. We're that not enough, the women's curly blonde hair fell past her shoulders to her volleyball sized tits that Jacqueline could hardly believe were real.  Trying to hide her disdain for the woman, Jacqueline looked her in the eye. “Can I help you?” Jacqueline asked.

“Like, I totally had all these books in my house and, like, they're too hard for me to read,” the woman said, pouting, “but my boyfriend said that you could totally use these more than me.”

Jacqueline stared at the woman, hoping that this was a sick joke.  The seemingly genuine smile on the blond ditz's face was puzzling. Looking at the stack of books in the box, most of them were tawdry romance novels, the kind that Jacqueline had routinely turned her nose up at.  “Sure,” Jacqueline said slowly, “the library is always happy to have donations.”

“Goodie,” the way said, her smile broad, “like, I totally don't need them anymore.”. She turned without another word, her pink spiked heels clicking with each step.  Jacqueline couldn't help but gawk at her round, bubble butt that swayed as she walked out the door.

Jacqueline shook her head, her raven black ponytail bobbing slightly, and moved over to the desk near the counter to start cataloging the books.  Most of them were going to need plastic coverings added to them and were either romance or supernatural romance.  She did pause when she reached “Diner Delight”. The cover had a blonde woman wearing a poodle skirt and blouse, her massive breasts each as big as her head, leaning against a dark-haired tanned greaser with large, strong arms.  Jacqueline had a fascination with the 50’s from a young age and something about the novel drew her to it. Checking the clock, she realized her break was soon and decided that it couldn’t hurt to read a little of it.

Her break flew by as she read the beginning.  Jacqueline tried to piece together the plot, as it seemed formulaic.  Something about a girl named Chrissy that worked at a diner and had a crush on “the big stud, Rico” who showed up every night for a burger and a malt.  Still, the girl did seem likable, even she wasn’t that bright and had this weird problem that her tits got bigger every time Rico showed up. It didn't make a lick of sense.

When Jacqueline's phone buzzed, letting her know that her break was over, she blinked.  Shaking her head, she felt a little sluggish and hot. Not realizing that, as she read the book, her own breasts had grown inside her snug blouse. Where earlier, she had perky B-cups, her fingers unbuttoned the top button allowing some cleavage of her now pillowy D-cup breasts to show.

Grabbing the book, she made her way back to the box and continued to catalog them.  Her mind kept going back to the novel, though. She kept thinking about how happy Chrissy seemed to be.  It wasn't like her life at all. Her life was boring. Chrissy seemed to enjoy her life, especially Rico.  She loved how he held her, kissed her, and loved how big her tits were. Sighing, Jacqueline moved all the books to the cart, setting “Diner Delight” aside.  As she walked, her black pumps began to lighten while the heels began to rise. Making her way to the romance section, she reached up to start placing books.  With each reach, her pencil skirt began to shorten and lighten as well while her ass and hips, once barely there and boyish, swelled larger.  

Jacqueline brushed her now amber hair back as her bangs feel in front of her face.  She paused, thinking it was time for a haircut, but then remembering that Johnny, the new administrator, said she should keep her hair long.  She pulled her hair tie free, remember how cute Johnny was and how he liked her hair down. She looked down at her breasts and undid another button. Johnny said her being around helped morale and all the guys at work did smile when they saw her. Jacqueline tried to remember why he'd said that, but a deep, male voice broke her concentration.

“I'm trying to find repair guides,” he said.  “Can you point me in the right direction?”

Jacqueline turned to see the hottest piece of cheese she'd ever seen.  With tight blue jeans, a white T-shirt, dark hair and crystal blue eyes, complete with a toned and tanned body, he was enough to make Jacqueline throb with need. She twirled her hair with her finger and tried to focus, arching her back a bit to show off more of her swelling bosom, trapped tightly in her now pink blouse. “Um, like I think it’s over this way,” Jacqueline said, turning toward the reference section, the book “Diner Delight” still in one hand.

Jacqueline’s heels continued to rise as she walked, nearing the four-inch march by the time that she got to the repair guides. At least, she thought they should be where she was looking. Noting the man following her, she leaned over at the waist, her now volleyball sized tits threatening to pop free from her top and spill out of the pink bra that had formed where there hadn’t been on before. She reached for a book, showing off her pink thong to the man in the process. She stood up slowly and rested the book between her now basketball sized tits, then giggled when one of the buttons popped, hitting the man’s jacket. “Oopsie,” she said with a giggle, noticing the man’s name. “Is this, like, the right book, Mike?”

“Looks like it,” he said with a smile, taking the book.  “Can you check me out, Miss…”

“Jackie,” Jacqueline said, running her fingers through her blond, shoulder length curls, “and, like, I’d totally be willing to do more than just check you out. I’ve been doing that already.” She pressed up against him, her massive tits mashing against Mike’s chest. 

“Nice to meet you, Jackie,” Mike said as he gave her rear a squeeze. “My friend Rico said I should drop by. You wouldn’t happen to be hungry, would you? I know this great diner.”

“Mmm… dinner with you?” Jackie licked her puffed out lips that were now bright red. She whispered in his ear as she slipped a hand between his legs. “I could definitely use some meat right now, but not here.”

“My car’s outside,” Mike replied. “Ever ridden in a ’57 Chevy?”

Jackie giggled. “Nope, but that’s not the only thing I hope to ride today.”

With a hand on her bubble butt, Jackie was guided out of the library, leaving her glasses and the book “Diner Delight” behind… just waiting to be picked up again.