That Darn Bookmark (Literature)

It was after school, and Candice was doing her volunteer hours at the library. Candice was going to each aisle with a stack of returns in her arms. They were pressed against her bodacious chest as she wore loose front tie sweatpants that drooped at various angles and down the sides. She had her usual white panties underneath and her signature circular glasses and pink bow in her long blond hair.

She stopped at an aisle carrying six big books in her arms and the cart next to her. She reached to put one away high on the shelf. Her white shirt pulled away from the back of her sweatpants, exposing her lower back and the tag of her pink panties. The more she extended herself, the more it showed. "Almost there," Candice said to herself. With a single finger, the book was placed. Lowering herself down, her ample breasts jiggled in her tight button-down shirt, the buttons barely containing her assets. Her bubble wobbled in her sweatpants, drooping down an inch. Candice, desiring to have an average day, adjusted her pants back up to her hips, not noticing the panty tag sticking out of her backside.

Edna, the old librarian, was inching along the other side of the bookshelf with her own cart, inspecting her precious collection.

"Candice, how's it going over there, dear?" Edna inquired. She couldn't see well, but she could hear Candice shelving books into their place on the other side.

"Right as rain! I only have this cart left! Oh, may I borrow this? 1000 Facts About Europe?" Candice asked, eyeing a book she never got to read just yet.

"Sure deary, You can- oh dear, what's that?" Edna puzzled. Edna, who was nearly eighty and essentially blind, approached and squinted. Edna saw what looked like a stack of books in front of the bookshelves with a white something sticking out the back through her thick-rimmed glasses. "Those kids leaving bookmarks in these rentals again?" she grunted. She waddled over to the opposite side of the bookshelf.

Edna, using her old yet firm fingers, tugged at the tag of Candice's panties, stretching them from out of her sweatpants. Candice's whole body quickly shot straight up as a pole as she felt her panties riding up her bubble butt, disappearing between her cheeks. All of those embarrassing wedgie pranks from Hannah and Emma put her in an immediate fight or flight mode. She was confused though, she didn't hear any taunting, no name-calling like 'wedgie slut' or 'nerd,' and she was leaning against the bookshelf. It was not her usual bullies, so what was going on? Craning her neck as far as she could, she recognized her elderly librarian's hands, tugging at the tag of her panties through the bookshelf, an innocent gesture.

Candice pressed a hand against her chest, letting a big sigh of relief, for once it wasn't the often Emma and Hanna. Relieved, Candice still had to get Edna to release her tag, though she didn't want to embarrass her, so without raising her voice, Candice turned her upper body in the direction of her near-blind library supervisor.

"Edna, hehe, that's not a bookmark," Candice whispered amusingly. Expecting for Edna to have heard her word and quickly release the tag, Candice tried to advance forward. However, she snapped back, the label failed to be released, the same frail yet firm grip on her panties remained. The top of her butt crack was peeling into view, and another firm yank drew her panties out of her pants completely.

"Mrs. Edna, are you okay?" Candice pondered, a small bead of sweat rolled down her neck; the small tugs on her panties were rubbing her privates, making her slightly aroused. Biting her lip, she quietly shifted her body to ease the wedgie from her butt, but concentration snapped back when she heard a raspy yet bubbly reply.

"Oh, I'm sure it is dear, I can see the rectangle tag! Must be one of these fancy new bookmarks the young ones use!" Mrs.Edna confidently explained, her cold boney hands now both grabbing the fabric of Candice's panty tag. The sudden pull slammed Candice's bubble butt against the bookshelf on the other side, the force wobbling a few books from the shelf.  The impact of the bookshelf against her butt drooped Candice's already loosened rose-red sweatpants, peeking the waistband of her white panties. Still, Candice was too distracted by the pull, her panties entirely pulled out of her pants into a deep atomic wedgie, digging between her cheeks and grinding against her privates.

With each firm tug, Candice felt her giant bubble butt slam against the bookshelf. Watching a small paperback fall to the floor, Candice started to worry. What do I do? She thought. She didn't want the bookshelf to fall in either direction. Thinking quickly, she braced the bookshelf by holding it back with her open arms. The impact of each pull was lessened for the bookshelf, but it didn't resolve the whole growingly embarrassing situation. And even worse, her huge breasts seem to bounce from the tug, her shirt barely able to contain her melons. Candice began to whimper as her shirt buttons began to pop from their holes and plop to the carpet floor. Her breasts bursting out of her shirt with each shake, her cleavage coming into view.

"M-Miss Edna!" Candice hysterically pleaded with a soft but very nervous tone. "Maybe let me ah! Maybe let me get that bookmark. No need to strain yourself!" Candice anxiously waited for a reply, but the yanking of her panties continued, stretching her fabric further and further into her butt.

"Don't worry, Candice! I see the fabric! This is definitely one of the new fancy special bookmarks! It even comes with fabric! Do you young ladies not use paper ones anymore?" Edna gleamed, pulling just far enough to see the fabric of Candice's panties and grabbing a firm hold. "If I tug faster, that outta do it!" Edna braced a foot against the shelf, bit her lip, and began tugging at rapid speed.

Candice's eyes widen as she felt the sudden sharp and rapid tugs of her panties. Her whole body was no longer banging against the bookshelf, but instead, her butt bounced in quick succession from the wedgie. Her shirt finally popped open completely, her bare boobs swaying into view. She held her hands up to her mouth, stifling the moans leaving her mouth. Her face turning a hot rose red, feeling herself getting wet from arousal. Books still wobbled off the shelf, and Candice uncovered her mouth, leaned over left and right, catching the precious books she just stacked back on.

Feeling a sudden chill, Candice looked down; her red sweatpants were shimmying down her waist. She panicked as the front of her wedgied crotch became visible. Her sweatpants slowly fell from the jiggling of her bouncing backside and down her thighs. Candice, unable to grab her pants with her preoccupied hands, hastily acted quick, crossed her legs, catching her pants at her knees. However, her concentration slipped in and out as her panties were turning into a thong. She became cross-eyed from arousal; the last button of her shirt popped off and fallen. Trying to shelf the fallen books one at a time, her open shirt fell from her shoulders, her enormous boobs swaying from the motion, her nipples harden from the chilly AC. Candice might as well be naked in the library, a miracle that no one has swung by.

Candice managed to shelf the book but fallen into an arousing stupor, unable to think straight. Her legs opened just enough for her pants to fall to her ankles, leaving her bare legs completely visible. Her breath also became visible from arousal. I have...I have to fix this before someone sees, she thought. She had to improve her situation; trying to cover herself with her shirt proved fruitless. Without the buttons, her breasts wouldn't be contained, and it wasn't stretchy enough to pull down to cover herself, so she felt her pants were a priority.

Candice angled herself in position, opening up her legs to grab her pants. Beads of sweat raced down, hitting her breasts, her wetness dripping down her thighs. Focusing as best she could, with the panties still rubbing on her privates. About to squat to pick them up, Candice froze like a popsicle when she heard a small yet familiar ripping sound. Her panties were starting to tear! She looked back to see a growing hole in her panties, each tug expanding its size. The hole ran up to her crotch, turning an already thong to a tiny g string, rubbing against her sensitive crotch.

Candice was on the verge of climaxing; she could no longer resist the arousal tugs of her panties. Bated breath, she slumped against the bookshelf, her shirt fallen to her wrists, then gliding down to the floor. Her round glasses fall into the tip of her nose. "ONE FIRM YANK!" Edna yelled, giving one firm last tug, awaking Candice from her stupor once more. She felt the fabric finally give way, ripping clean off her body. Candice tried to regain her balance, but the tangled mess of pants at her ankles sent her flying forward onto her book cart, sending her rolling down the library. Her sweatpants leaving her feet, but not before entrapping her shoes and socks with them.

Barreling down the library, Candice was now buck naked, racing down on a book cart. Her wobbling cheeks bounced with each bump of the cart. Candice hanging on tightly, glanced left and right to assure herself that no one she's her like this. What could get any worse than this? She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst.

She felt the momentum of the cart crawling to a standstill and deemed safe for about two seconds. Candice felt the tip of the cart heading downwards as the cart was inching down a flight of stairs. Candice felt like she was on a roller coaster, waiting for that first dip. Her face winced as she braced for the fall. The cart tilted, plummeting down the flight of stairs. Numbers books flew off the cart; some smacked Candice in the face, while others managed to stay on. One paperback, in particular, flew open, tickling Candice's tummy, sending her into fits of laughter. Her laughter was only interrupted by fits of moaning as cold metal bars from the book cart vibrated between her legs. Candice lowered her head, preparing for the inevitable impact against a wall or a bookshelf. But instead of a crashing impact, instead of a crash or a boom, the cart slowly came to a halt.

Candice opened one eye, then the other. Was it over? She thought. She lifted her head, dizzy, confused, aroused, she had to gain herself. Candice extended her arm to reach for a desk, chair, anything; instead, she landed on the carpet floor. At least she didn't crash into a wall, facing where she scuttled down the stairs. Candice landed with her bubble butt in the air, her head resting on the carpet, her cheek smushed against the matting. She caught her breath from the crazy and embarrassing misadventure she had. She gave out a more enormous sigh of relief, knowing that no one saw her.

"Well, here I was trying to read, but then I have some bubble butt blonde with her ass in my face."

Candice shook with terror as she looked behind her. Sitting in her favorite chair, and the same one from their first encounter, was Luna. Like a queen on her throne, crossing her legs like a prompt lady, Luna looked up with her green venom-like eyes, right into Candice's. Candice stumbled to her feet, facing Luna like a deer facing a lioness. She didn't know what to do.

"Oh, don't worry, kitten, I'm not doing anything to you. I'm just trying to read my book...might wanna cover up the naughty bits." Luna said with a grin and a wink. Candice immediately covered herself with her arms; a blush of rose pink covered her face.

"I, uh, I..eh...I," Candice fidgeting with her words. She didn't even know where to begin or how to explain why she is naked in the library. Her knees buckled from the embarrassment. Luna held up her hand, like a queen about to speak to a peasant.

"Look, no need to explain, I don't really care. I just want to read my book. You should probably cover yourself, though, with something. Like those two big books behind you." Luna calmingly and smoothingly explained. Candice relaxed a little, her body less tense. An awkward smile formed on her lips, followed by a slightly wider smile when she saw the two books. Candice reached down and grabbed the large book about facing Luna, one hand holding it open to cover her chest.

Candice bent forward, reaching for the other book, grabbing the corner tip. Her butt cheeks suddenly wobbled from the sudden sting of a hand.

SMACK! SMACK SMACK! The sounds of a spanked butt cheek could be heard across the walls of the library, followed by loud sexual moans. Candice felt the swift strikes repeatedly; Luna's hand came crashing onto Candice's hiney, sending her hips left and right with each whip of her hand. Candice couldn't keep a firm grip of her books and instead darted away with her hands on her now-red cheeks, awkwardly running away. Luna, satisfied with her work, recoiled back in her chair. She glanced at Candice's book cart.

"Hmm, 1000 Facts About Europe seems like a good read." Luna picked up the book and started reading.

Moments later, a withered old woman walked up, holding a collection of clothes in her hands.

"Excuse me, miss. Have you seen my assistant Candice? She seems to have scurried off, and what's worse.." Edna held her hand to her mouth, Luna leaned in to listen. "I don't think she's wearing away clothes. I found her clothes on the floor, poor thing, buttons everywhere, her shoes, it's like she went home to heaven or something, oh deary me." Edna whispered. Luna could only smile.

"Oh, I'm sure she's fine; I'll take those clothes off your hands, I'll return them to her tomorrow. I see her at gym class after 4th period." Luna offered, her snake-like eyes held a subtle smile.

"Oh! That be great, deary! Tell Candice I'll see her tomorrow!" Edna wave. Luna waved as well and opened up chapter one of 1000 Facts About Europe.