Bookworm Chapter 7

After my date last night, I was in for another happy day at work at the book store.  I showed up as usual, with Brenda behind the counter.  She was looking stunning as always, showcasing mountains of cleavage in her gray top.  I stood next to her and manned the cash register for a bit.  It was expected, like most of the time here, to be a slow day.  That meant I would get a lot of time to hang out with Brenda, whom I had developed quite the friendship with.  I recalled last night when she had mentioned that she was considering asking me out.  She said the thought of us together would have been silly, what with the difference of size between the two.  I recalled she used the phrase “Barely bigger than one of my boobs,” and I have to say, I kind of got turned on by that.

I was completely happy with my relationship with Trish, but for some reason, I was magnetized to Brenda and her immense size.  She was a polar opposite to Trish, having a huge chest and a huge butt, and just being all around more woman.  She had to weigh at least three times what Trish weighed.  I considered what it would be like going out with a woman so much larger than myself.  She would make me look like a baby.  People would mistake us for mother and child.  Just to kiss her, she would either have to pick me up a little bit or bend down.  She was too tall and her breasts pushed out so far that a simple one on one kiss was impossible.

It didn’t make me not want to think about it though.  I stood next to her at the cash register.  I stole glances casually at her vast bosom, which was bulging out more than usual.  But I noticed something different about her today.  She was wearing glasses.  There was something very sexy about an attractive librarian.  Now my fantasy was right in front of me.  There was nobody in here but me and the sexy librarian, though I had never really matched the librarian with such a busty body.

“I didn’t know you wear glasses,” I said.

“I usually don’t,” she replied.  “I try to always wear my contacts.  I accidentally left my drops at Trish’s house when we partied there the other day.  So here I am, looking like the nerdy librarian.  Is it that bad?”

“No way,” I said.  “Guys generally like the glasses look.”

“Oh yeah?” she said, batting her eyes.  She leaned forward, her breasts now dangling with gravity, mashing against the desk below her.  They were pressed together in her shirt, like two white, juicy melons, begging for the fruit to be sucked out of.  “Is it every guy’s fantasy to have a sexy librarian help them?”  I nodded, trying to keep a joking smile on my face, but secretly wanting her to go on.  She leaned in a bit closer to me.  Her voice became sultrier.  “What would you do if a sexy librarian approached you and asked you if you needed help?”  I shrugged.  I could feel my pants getting tight.  Her boobs were so inviting, I wanted to dive in right there.  She pushed up her glasses.  “Oh, mister Mitch,” she said, in a jokingly sexy voice.  “Yes, sir, we have an anatomy section.  Want to come with me to see what we can find?”  She bit her lip, and I thanked god I didn’t cum right there.  She picked up a pen and dropped it, putting her hand on her mouth in a ditzy way.  “Oops, I’m so clumsy.”  She bent down and picked it up, showcasing her massive breasts.  She smiled at me and got back up.

“Brenda, just… wow… you’re a natural.”

“We should totally be making a porno in here.  I mean, why aren’t we?  Nobody comes in here at night, and we’ve got the perfect setup.”

“But don’t you think…”

Brenda laughed.  “But just look at us.  You’re too tiny and I’m way too big.  The camera wouldn’t be able to get all of me.  I think one of my boobs would block you out of the picture.  I would need a really big guy, like my fiancé, or else it just wouldn’t work.  Who would believe the two of us together?”  She edged ever closer to me as she talked.  Her chest was getting closer and closer to me.  Her hand reached the back of my head.  She pulled me into her breast.  “You’re so tiny compared to me.”  Her voice had changed to a hollower tone.  I could no longer tell if she was joking around.  She was staring into my eyes.  Her fingers were running through my hair.  I was starting to get nervous.  My arms wrapped around her waist.  She pushed me in tighter.  “You don’t actually think you could handle a girl like me do you, little boy?”

I gave a muffled reply that didn’t matter.

“My future husband is huge, in a lot of ways.  We work together because we’re both so big.  You aren’t even half of the man he is, and yet, I feel a connection with you.  I could pick you up like nothing.”  And she did.  She lifted me into the air and sat me on the counter.  My face was still pressed into her breast.  My fingers were now digging into her flesh.  I couldn’t help but softly pepper her breast with soft kisses.  She pulled her shirt down slightly, revealing more breast flesh for me to put my lips on.  Her nipple was so close to being exposed.  “Do you want more of my tits, little boy?” she asked in a high pitch voice.  I nodded.

She giggled, and fixed her shirt.  “You played along perfectly.  If you were bigger, or I were smaller, we could totally make that work.  But seriously, I would crush you.”  I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed.  But I had to remember that I had a girlfriend.

We spent the rest of the day as normal, but Brenda had a request.  “Mitch,” she said.  “I have a favor to ask of you.”

“What’s that?”

She bent over the table again.  It was like she knew what her giant breasts did to me.  “You know how I left my eye drops at Trish’s house?  Would you mind taking me over there to get them back?  Victor is out with his friends tonight.  He just texted me.”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Thank you!” she said.  Her voice turned smoky again.  “You’ll do anything to get alone with me in a car huh?  You alone with me and my big boobs just gets you hot doesn’t it?”  She laughed, her tits bouncing on her heaving chest.

“Stop!” I said jokingly.  As the night came to a close, we went out to my car.  She still struggled getting into it due to her size.  She tried putting on the seatbelt, but it kept getting caught in her canyon like cleavage.  Her ass was far too big for the seat though, and was unable to clip it.  She gave up, and I never made mention of it.

We made it to Trish’s apartment fairly quickly, and we approached the door.  I ringed the doorbell, but nobody answered.  We waited around out there for about a minute, and the door creaked open.  Trish was in the doorway, looking quite disheveled.  “Hey Trish!  Are you okay?”

“Oh, Mitch.  Hey, Brenda,” she said.  She sounded exhausted.

“Hey Trish.  I was wondering if I could grab my eye drops.  I think I left them here the other night.”

“Where did you leave them?” she asked.  Something was definitely odd.

“I can’t remember.  Do you mind if I came in and looked?”

“I don’t think-“ she started to say.  Unfortunately, she was interrupted by a man behind her.  It was Victor, and he was wearing nothing but a muscle shirt and his boxers, and his enormous cock was sticking out of the bottom.  My eyes zoomed in on it, as it was the biggest I had ever seen (not that I was always looking).  My heart sank.  The first relationship I had been involved in since forever, and she cheated on me within days.

“VICTOR!” Brenda yelled.  He panicked and ran back to his room.  Brenda shoved Trish off into the wall, like a monster would toss a ragdoll.  She charged the door and banged on it.  “Victor you son of a bitch!”  It was clear he wasn’t coming out.  I looked at Trish.

She wouldn’t look back at me.  “I’m so sorry…” she said softly.

I sighed, but before I could say anything, Brenda charged out and dragged me to my car.  “We’re going Mitch.  This is the worst fucking night of my life.”  I jumped in the car and turned the key.  We motored out of there and off to her apartment.

When we got there, I tried to calm her down.  “Brenda, do you need-“

“I need to not be alone right now.  Mitch, I know you’re probably stressed out, but could you sleep here, with me tonight?  If you can’t, I understand, but if I stay alone I’ll never sleep and just cry all night.”

“Brenda, I’ll stay over.  We’ll get through this.”  We crawled onto her bed and laid there, side by side, wallowing in our misery.  She started crying (as predicted) and pulled me into her chest.  I spent the rest of the night buried in her massive cleavage.  Neither of us changed out of our clothes, and eventually we fell asleep, bound to each other.  Despite the tragedy of the day, some things ended up being alright.  I just knew that I was far less hurt than Brenda was.