No good deed goes unrewarded

The woman who got in on the first floor was in her late 20s, severely overweight with stringy light brown hair that looked like it was thinking about being curly but got tired and gave up. She wore a voluminous sun dress and had a tiny dog in a big purse.

Her eyes got wide when she saw them and she blushed and looked down.

"Hiii!" Pauline said, then giggled. The little dog gave a single yap and the woman patted it gently and stepped on to the elevator.

"Hello," she mumbled and hit button 9.

Pauline squeaked again as they started up again.

"Thasso weird!" she said, and Jacob patted her ass, wondering how he could get the BimBow on the stranger sharing their elevator.

"Are...are you okay, Miss?" said woman exclaimed, looking earnestly at Pauline and pointedly not looking at Jacob.

Pauline giggled and grinned at her.

"She had a few too many at brunch," Jacob said.

"I was asking her!" the woman said with sudden vehemence, then in a gentle tone addressed Pauline again "Do you know where you are? Did you..did you mean to get so drunk?"

"Of course she didn't mean to," Jacob said, an inkling of a plan starting to form. "It's all my wife's fault, inviting her friends over for brunch and then getting them wasted so of course I have to drive them home, since she's twice as drunk as any of them."

"Is that really what happened, Miss?" the woman asked Pauline.

"Carbs makes me horny!" Pauline explained.

The woman frowned and stared daggers at Jacob.

"She seems a lot more than just drunk!" she accused.

"Hey, I'm the good guy here!" Jacob lied. "I'm making sure she gets home safe and you're treating me like some kind of ****! Well, I don't need this grief, so why don't you take the lush the rest of the way home?"

And so saying, he shoved the wasted bimbo towards her would-be rescuer just as the elevator stopped at the seventh floor.

"Hey!" the woman exclaimed as the bimbo collided with her and she scrambled to protect her purse puppy and keep top-heavy Pauline from toppling over. She only half succeeded, swinging Pauline around to lean on the elevator doors , only to be dragged down with her when the doors opened.

"Oh godl I'm so sorry!" Jacob exclaimed, bending over to clip the BimBow to the back of the Samaritan's head with one hand and grasping her shoulder solicitously, and distractingly, with the other. "Are you alright?"

"Darnit!" the woman exclaimed. "Why did you do that? Twinkles, are you okay?"

The purse puppy gave an affirmative yip.

"Oh, you're a good pup, aren't you?" Jacob said, giving the tiny dog a rub on the head with his thumb before holding out a hand to offer it's owner help up. "I really didn't realize she was so unstable on her feet."

The woman glared at him, then blinked several times, her frown becoming more confused than angry.

"I don't need your help to get up," she told him, only to find her legs were entangled with Pauline's.

"Here, let me at least…" he said, and made an adjustment to the redhead's leg, freeing her fellow victim, though displaying her damp crotch.

"I think I falled!" Pauline said from somewhere under her massive tits, then giggled.

The woman rolled over to her hand and knees and Jacob checked that the BimBow was still secure in her stringy hair before instinctively checking her ass. It was vast. He was genuinely curious how the BimBow might change her, since on Jilly and Pauline it had mostly expanded parts that were already expansive on this woman.

But his speculation was sending blood crotchward and this was no time to be caught with a trouser bulge. He bit the inside of his cheek and **** a look of concerned and apologetic sincerity before she was facing him again.

"Look, we got off to a bad start and I'm really sorry," he said. "You were just showing concern for a woman in trouble and I went and took it personally. You had every right to be concerned."

"Well, um, yeah…" she said, disarmed by his acknowledgement and her growing euphoria. "I mean, she's clearly not able to consent to anything."

"And while I promise I'm a nice guy and not the sort to go taking advantage of my wife's drunk friend, you have no reason to believe that," he said. "I mean, that's exactly what a depraved **** would say, isn't it? Of course you're suspicious!"

"Exactly!" she agreed, not sure where she fit in the conversation since he was speaking her lines.

"Let's get you back on your feet, Pauline," he said, bending over to help the drunken bimbo up. "You should thank your new friend for looking out for you."

"Jilly's my BBFF!" she said, her huge grin visible once sitting up lowered her big bazooms.

"Of course!" he said. "But this is your NEW friend…I'm sorry, what was your name?"

The large woman was distractedly petting her dog and blinking in confusion.

"Huh? Oh... Yvonne. I'm Yvonne," she said. "Do you smell strawberries?"

"I think Pauline may have spilled strawberry daiquiri on herself at some point," he said. "This is Pauline, by the way."

"I'm Pleen," the redhead confirmed. "My boobs got like….whoa!"

Yvonne blinked in confusion.

"I really could use your help getting Pauline to her condo, Yvonne," Jacob said. "And you can bear witness that I won't do anything inappropriate. Could you please help me get her safely in her bed so she can sleep it off?"

"I...I don't know…" Yvonne said, still suspicious and growing more confused by the moment.

Her dog gave another little yip.

"Twinkles wants to help!" Jacob pointed out. "You're a good dog, aren't you Twinkles? So helpful!"

Yvonne giggled and blushed and stroked the little dog's head.

"Yes, you are a good boy, aren't you my Twinkle-Twinkles!" she said, and her **** faded. "Okay, I guess we can help you…"

"Jack!" Jacob said. "I'm Jack!"

"Okay, Jack," she said. "Which number is she?"

"7B," he said, handing Yvonne Pauline's keys and then bending over to get the drunken bimbo back on her feet while giving Yvonne a chance to check out his ass, in case the BimBow had already gotten her to the point where she was interested.

With a bit of maneuvering, they got Pauline between them, her arms draped around their shoulders, Jacob's arm around her waist. In the process, Jacob noticed the lock of hair he had managed to clip the BimBow to had turned an unnatural lavender color. Odd. But exciting! He had been expecting blonde like Jilly. Apparently the BimBow wasn't so predictable.

"You really are a very good person, looking out for other women like this, Yvonne," he assured her. "It's no wonder Twinkles looks up to you. Well, that and he's really short."

"Wait...what?" Yvonne said, then burst into giggles.

Things were looking more and more promising.

They got Pauline into her condo.

"Where's the bedroom?" Jacob asked.

"Thas where we fuss," Pauline said.

"You don't know?" Yvonne asked.

"She's my wife's friend, not mine," Jacob said. "I've never been here. Is the layout the same as yours?"

"Oh! Duh!" said Yvonne, then giggled. "You're smart!"

"I try to be," he said.

The woman pointed to a hallway and they led their besotted charge forward. Pauline's bedroom was tastefully decorated with modernist decor. They lay her out on the bed and Yvonne blushed when she had to push Pauline's massive jugs away from her face to make sure she could breath properly. Jacob slid pillows under her head and back to prop her up and keep the big bazooms hanging the right direction.

"I'm rill big!" Pauline declared.

"We really should get some water in her before she passes out," Jacob said. "Otherwise her hangover will be epic! Are you ok to stay with her while I go find the kitchen? It won't be much longer, I promise."

"I, oh, sure," she said, looking worriedly at her dog.

"I can get Twinkles a bowl of water too!" Jacob said. "He's an important part of this rescue operation!"

Yvonne grinned gratefully. Jacob left the room and grinned as well. Anything to keep her there and let the BimBow do its work!