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 CODENAME: Hooters

   by GeorgeTasker

   Prelude

   Anna Nicole Smith leaned back on the plush red velvet bedspread, her
back arching and her ample chest rising invitingly.  The position caused
her already vast breasts to jut out even further from her chest, the
mountainous peaks were topped with hard, erect nipples that glistened
slightly in the dim light of the bedroom.

   "Damn you got some big titties baby," said the dark haired man at the
foot of the bed.  He stood over her gazing down hungrily at the big melons
on her chest and licking his lips.

   "Why don't you come and take a closer look Georgie?" Anna purred
enticingly.

   The man called George didn't need any more encouragement.  He moved
forward onto the bed, his hands shaking as he reached up and laid them
softly on Anna's huge breasts.  The mighty orbs more than filling his hands
and he could even feel the hard jut of her nipples on the center of his
palms.  He gently stroked over the massive mammeries, traced the underside
of her heavy boobs with his palms and then circled round to tickle her
nipples with his fingertips.  George then became slightly bolder in his
handling of her tits and began to squeeze and knead them, a soft moan
escaping his dry lips.

   "Oh George!" gasped the voluptuous blonde theatrically, arching further
and pushing her breasts harder into his hands as he pinched and twisted her
nipples, "I want to feel your mouth!"

   "Oh fuck!" moaned George, "I can't believe this is actually happening to
me," with that he leaned over her and licked the hard nipple on her right
breast.  He then sucked the stiff bud into his mouth and sucked hungrily,
his free hand rising to maul and fondle her left tit.

   "That's right suck them hard Georgie!"

   "Mmphff.." gargled George as he bit down gently on the nipple then
buried his face in her deep cleavage pressing the sides of her breasts
together into his cheeks.

   Anna held him hard against her bosom and closed her eyes, enjoying the
sensations of his tongue and mouth moving all over her tits.  While
pressing her breasts into his face he shook his head from side to side
rubbing his face all over her breasts as if he was a starving man having a
feast after going for days without food.

   Suddenly George straightened and let out a strangled gasp.  His hands
rose up and he clutched at his throat his face turning red as if he was not
getting any air.  With a final grunt and a quick glance down at Anna's bare
breasts before he went he keeled over and died.

   The naked blonde rolled the man's body off hers and checked his pulse.

   "Well, looks like Gadgets tit poison worked," she said to herself,
wiping the bedsheet over her breasts in case there were any traces
remaining, of course George had been very thorough so that was unlikely,
"It took a while to kick in though though."

   With that Anna squeezed herself and her big breasts back into her
slinky, black cocktail dress and slipped out of the bedroom, merging
unnoticed back into the party going on downstairs, mission accomplished.

   Chapter One

   "Ladies and gentlemen," said the tuxedo wearing man at the front of the
large dining room, speaking into a microphone as he addressed a room fill
of equally well dressed men and women, "I present to you all the President
of the United States!"

   At the announcement Bill Clinton smiled, waved and then made his way to
the front of the room to talk to the assembled audience.

   "Thank you all for coming," he said smiling down at the assembled super
rich who's who of big business that was gathered in the room.  The
President's eye also got caught on the deep, expansive cleavage of Carmen
Electra who had come along as the date of the president of Columbia
Records.

   Bill Clinton cleared his throat and continued, trying his best to ignore
the significant distraction offered by Carmen Electra's tits, "The reason
we have all come together this evening is to..."

   His speech was suddenly interrupted by a loud bang.  The doors to the
large room burst open in a shower of splinters and about twenty armed men
ran into the room.  The attackers moved quickly, obviously well trained. 
There were a handful of quick shots of resistance let off as secret service
agents tried to stop the intrusion and protect the President, but these
were quickly silenced with the help of a pair of turncoat agents that took
out their own men.  The room was filled with panic but the fight was over
as quickly and suddenly as it started, the screams of the crowd immediately
silenced as the attackers rapidly and brutally took control of the room.

   "Everybody remain calm and nothing will happen to you tonight," said a
deep voice.  The captives turned to see a tall man in a white lab coat
enter the room.  He had bushy gray hair, a bald head and an ugly face, "My
name is Professor Nasty and I am your terrorist for the evening."

   **

   Across the other side of town Anna Nicole Smith sat herself down in the
office of her boss - The Chief.

   "What's the situation Chief?" she asked sitting back and taking a sip of
water.  Anna was wearing tight white jeans and a pink shirt.  The shirt was
knotted in the middle exposing her flat, tanned stomach and also opening to
display some of her ample cleavage.

   "Well Anna unfortunately we have another job for you straight away,"
said the Chief, he was a good looking, distinguished man of about fifty
years of age.  He spoke with a well schooled English accent that Anna
always loved.

   "Well done on that assassination by the way," said the Chief,
continuing, "A situation has arisen I am afraid, one that we need your
special skills and training to deal with Anna.  You're my best agent and
for this one I need to send my best."

   "What's happened?" asked Anna earnestly, as she spoke she leaned forward
with interest, the movement affording the Chief an excellent view down the
front of her shirt.

   The Chief pulled out the plans and schematics of the brand new high rise
office/conference center that had been recently constructed on Wall Street.

   "As you may be aware the President was in a meeting in the new Nagasoto
building with a number of business heads and VIPS from around the country,"
he explained.

   Anna nodded and leant back in her chair, the Chief was a little
disappointed to lose his lovely view but continued anyway, "Less than
fifteen minutes ago we received demands from a terrorist group who has
taken the building - and the President hostage."

   "Shit!" swore Anna, "Do we know who's involved?"

   "We suspect it is the work of your old nemesis, Professor Nasty."

   "Fuck!" growled Anna remembering her previous run-in with the Professor.
It had been Professor Nasty that had caused her original nice C-cup breasts
to grow into the massive F-cup breasts that now filled her bra.  He had
done this just so he could tit fuck her, Anna still remembered the pearl
necklace he had given her when he exploded between her newly enlarged
hooters.  When Anna had finally escaped his clutches and got back to base
she had asked the Chief and his top scientist Gadget to reverse the serum.
They had spent a couple of hours closely examining her newly grown breasts
and then decided it was impossible.  The Chief also decided that Anna could
use her latest asset as a secret weapon and had changed her codename to
'Hooters'.

   "Your mission Miss Smith is to infiltrate the skyscraper and save the
President.  The chopper is waiting Agent Hooters, but before you go I want
you to stop by the lab in case Gadget has anything for you."

   **

   Back in the conference room hostages were being shoved into some of the
many offices on the floor below and locked up.

   "Move it!" roared a huge mountain of a man who appeared to be the leader
of the soldiers.  His body was almost seven feet tall and was a mass of
muscles.  His head was completely shaven and he had a black bushy beard. 
His arms bulged against his t-shirt and they were thick with corded muscle.
He had no neck due to his huge trapezius muscles and the other men referred
to his as 'Bear'.

   "Hurry up!" he growled at the president of Columbia Records who was
being shoved into the office behind Bear, then Bear noticed the woman
following the record executive and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her out
of the line of hostages.

   "Who are you?" he asked, staring at her face and squinting his eyes.

   "C-c-carmen," stammered the beautiful Carmen Electra in reply.

   "Ahh," said the big man smiling, "Baywatch!"

   Carmen nodded then gasped in fear as Bear reached out and grabbed one of
her breasts, squeezing it through her blue dress.

   "Bear likes!" he grunted shoving his gun into its shoulder holster and
moving towards Carmen, both hands outstretched and reaching for her large
breasts.  Carmen stumbled backwards in fright trying to escape his groping
hands but she was stopped when the back of her thighs bumped into a desk
behind her.

   The Bear yanked down the front of her dress, causing her expansive tits
to pop free and jiggle enticingly.  Bear grabbed a breast in each hand and
began to squeeze and maul them eagerly, his hands very rough on Carmens
soft flesh.  As his hands fisted over her tits, opening and closing as he
squeezed and shaped them, he rubbed the growing bulge of his crotch against
her bare thigh which poked from the slit of her gown.

   "Yum yum time!" bellowed Bear spinning her around and pressing her
forward so that she was bent over the table.  A couple of guards and
hostages stopped to watch as Bear pulled up the back of her dress and tore
off her black lace panties with one mighty yank.  Bear then reached into
his own trousers and pulled out his thick ten inch cock, positioning it at
the moist entrance to Carmens cunt.

   With a loud bear-like grunt he grabbed her hips and rammed up into her,
his thick penis sliding deep into her cunt on the first stroke causing
Carmen to cry out in surprise.  Bear held her hips for the first few
strokes, ramming into her hard and fast, an odd half smile, half grimace on
his face as he pounded vigorously against her cunt, all ten inches sliding
home with each thrust.  Bear reached underneath her and took hold of her
heavy swinging breasts, mauling them as he fucked her.

   "What the hell is going on here?!" demanded the angry voice of Professor
Nasty.  He had come downstairs to check on the locking up of the hostages
after making sure the President was secured upstairs at what had become
their base of operations.

   Bear stopped pumping Carmen Electra for a moment.  His hands released
her breasts and moved to her hips as he straightened up but his dick
remained buried to the hilt in her pussy.

   "Bear almost finished," said the big man sheepishly.

   "Fuck it!" swore Professor Nasty, "I can't leave you alone for five
minutes..." he paused as he looked at the girl on the end of Bears dick,
"Are you Carmen Electra?"

   Carmen nodded, a slight look of discomfort on her face.

   The professor shrugged, "Well I guess it's not everyday you get to fuck
Carmen Electra.  Hurry up and finish then get up here once all the hostages
are locked up."

   As the professor turned and left Bear started humping Carmen again,
harder and faster than before as he felt his balls begin to tighten and his
cum start to churn.

   His hands suddenly started to beat his chest and he started to roar like
a grizzly bear, his hips twitching as he filled Carmen with sperm.  When he
finally finished cumming after pumping a huge load into Carmen he collapsed
downwards onto the table on top of Carmen.  It was a full five minutes
before he withdrew from inside her and rolled off.

   Carmen stood up gasping for breath as his heavy weight was finally off
her.  She pulled the hem of her dress back down her legs and pushed her big
boobs back into her gown.

   "You're quite a fuck big boy," she said to Bear just before one of the
soldiers shoved her back into an office and locked the door.

   **

   Anna Nicole Smith lay back on the padded bench wearing only a plain
white g-string as the scientist known as Gadget probed her vast breasts
eagerly with his hands and fingers.

   "Very good," he muttered to himself and pretended to note something down
on a pad of paper before return to her breasts and squeezing them firmly.
His fingers twisted her nipples and he then rolled the big orbs in circles
across her chest watching the way the flesh jiggled slightly as it moved.

   "Excellent," he breathed trying not to drool as his hands grabbed as
much of her breasts as they could and he massaged the firm flesh with
mounting arousal.  He then shook her big breasts roughly, watching the
tit-flesh quiver and shake delightfully.

   "Did the poison do any damage?" asked Anna, knowing this extended
fifteen minute examination was losing her time to save the President.

   The question seemed to snap Gadget unwillingly back to reality and he
reluctantly let go of her large breasts, "No they're fine you can get
dressed now."

   "Great," said Anna.

   "I think I can mount some machine guns in those jubblies of yours
Nicole," said Gadget, for some reason the scientist always called her by
her middle name.

   Anna hesitated for a moment, "How long will that take?"

   "Probably only a ten hour operation."

   "I don't have that long," Anna said declining the offer.

   "Shall I apply some more tit poison?" asked Gadget, grabbing a tube of
ointment and licking his lips as he eyed up her still bare breasts.

   "No I don't think I'll need it," she told the disappointed scientist as
she maneuvered her massive boobs into her industrial strength lacy bra.

   "How about I put switch blade knives in your bra?" asked the scientist,
desperately searching for another excuse to handle her big bazoobies.

   "No time," repeated Anna pulling a tight black t-shirt over her head and
then slipping into an equally black pair of pants, "Just give me a gun and
then I'm on that helicopter."

   **

   A ten minute flight across town later and Anna was dropping onto the
roof of the Nagasoto building commando style on the end of a ladder dropped
from the helicopter.

   Chapter Two

   Anna Nicole Smith dropped into a roll as soon as her feet hit the
rooftop.  She came up with her gun drawn, scanning the top of the building
for any guards the terrorists may have stationed.  It was clear.

   Anna immediately summoned the schematic that the Chief had shown her
into her mind.  The only safe way down from here was the roof service
elevator, which went all the way to the ground floor with no stops.  The
terrorists were unlikely to notice its movement unless they had a squad on
the ground floor.  She ran across the roof, her automatic pistol still in
hand and a black mask over her face.  Anna pushed the button to summon the
lift and waiting a nervous five minutes for it to arrive.

   The doors popped open and she breathed a sigh of relief to find it was
empty.  Anna slipped through the doors and the lift descended into the
building.  She was in.

   The elevator doors popped open at the ground floor kitchen, anyone
waiting would have been greeted with the business end of Anna's pistol, but
fortunately the kitchen appeared empty.  She quickly made a check of the
room then crouched down behind one of the benches and pulled out an RT.

   "Agent Hooters to Chief, come in base," she whispered into it.

   "This is the Chief," said the familiar voice on the other end.

   "I'm in," said Anna, "In the ground floor kitchen, do we have any idea
where the hostages are being kept?"

   "Not yet Agent Hooters, I'm afraid you're gonna have to do this the hard
way, floor by floor."

   "Great..." muttered Anna, "Agent Hooters over and out."

   As she switched off Anna suddenly heard footsteps, and they were close.
She started to move from her crouch around the left side of the bench but
saw a soldier coming around from that side of the table.  Before she could
attack him a pair of arms grabbed her from behind.  The soldier in front
rammed the butt of his weapon into her face snapping her head backwards as
she felt her vision swimming.

   Anna slumped unconscious in the soldiers arms when suddenly there was a
gunshot.  The man in front went over in a spray of blood, the bullet taking
him in the side of the head.  The other soldier dropped Anna to the floor
and went for his weapon but was too slow, he was also shot dead but the
invisible attacker.

   Anna's savior appeared from the other side of the kitchen.  He was an
old black man of about fifty or sixty years of age wearing a security
guards uniform.  He had been the only one who had managed to get away when
the terrorists attacked.

   The old guard moved to Anna's slumped over body and rolled her onto her
back.  He checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive then pulled
off her mask.

   "Damn!" he swore with a sharp intake of breath as he saw Anna's long
blonde hair and sexy features, "Looks like I got me Marilyn Munroe
here...thank you God."

   The old man pulled back slightly to take in the wonderful sight of
Anna's feminine curves in her t-shirt and tight black pants.  He ran his
hands up her sides and then cupped her full breasts through her clothing
giving them a soft squeeze.

   "Are you awake lady?" he asked lifting an eyelid.  She was out cold.

   The security guard licked his lips and sat straddling Anna's hips.  He
reached up and placed both his hands on her expansive chest and squeezed
the abundant melons of her breasts.

   "Lovely..." he breathed as he fondled her big tits.  He then untucked
her t-shirt from her pants and lifted it up slightly, his shaking hands
sliding up underneath her top to grab her bra covered breasts.

   "Oh wow," he gasped, feeling the expansive size and weight of her tits
through the lacy fabric of her bra, "God has sent me an Angel."

   His fingertips rubbed across her nipples which were now standing out and
could be clearly felt even through the material of her bra.  The guard then
grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them as tight as he could.  The
sudden extra hard assault on her breasts caused Anna to wake from her
unconsciousness, her eyes opened to see the old black man leaning over her
with his hands up her shirt.

   "Who are you and what are you doing?" demanded Anna, a note of caution
in her voice, she did not attack in case the second soldier was there too.

   "Yeeaaah!" cried the security guard in surprise his hands jerking off
Anna's tits in surprise and out from under her shirt.

   "Who are you!" repeated Anna more firmly.

   The guard got up off her and held up his hands to show he didn't have
his weapon out, "I'm not one of them Miss."

   Anna frowned and noticed he was not dressed like the soldiers.  Her eyes
narrowed as she saw his security uniform, "A security guard?" she asked
uncertainly.

   The black man nodded, "That's right, I work for the Nagasoto
Corporation."

   Anna nodded, slightly relieved, then a dangerous look crossed her face,
"What were you doing to me when I woke up?"

   "Ahhh.." the security guard hesitated a moment, "I thought you were
dead, I was just doing CPR."

   Anna nodded, "Ok then, I'm a secret agent who has been sent to stop
these terrorists.  Do you have any idea where the hostages are being kept
and how many soldiers I'm up against."

   "Well I heard these two talking," said the guard gesturing to the two he
had shot, "They didn't say how many of them there were but they did say the
hostages were up on the 26th level and the boss was on the 27th, that's all
I remember though."

   "That's fine, that will help," said Anna glad for the information,
"What's your name?"

   "Bob, Bob Murphy."

   "Ok Bob, I want you to lay low till the fun is over, I don't want you
risking your neck like that again.  If you see a chance to get out of the
building without letting the terrorists know take it, but otherwise I'll
come back for you when its all over."

   Bob nodded and headed back for the pantry that had been his earlier
hiding place.  Anna waved goodbye and made straight for the stairwell, she
had quite a climb ahead.  Taking a deep breath she started to job up the
stairs, her big titties bouncing and jiggling delectably inside her
t-shirt.

   Chapter Three

   Anna Nicole Smith paused at the 25th floor and peered upwards.  Her run
had slowed to a creep over the last few floors as she neared the floor
where the terrorists were based and went into stealth mode.

   She saw a lone guard outside the stairwell door, armed with a machine
gun and dressed all in black.  Anna dropped back a couple of stairs and
pulled out a silencer from the pocket on her pants.  She quietly screwed it
onto her pistol then climbed back up to get a line of sight on the
terrorist.

   The man didn't have a chance, two shots hit him, one in the heart the
other in the throat and he went down like a sack of potatoes, silent and
deadly.  Anna slipped up the stairs, past the dead guard and into the floor
where the hostages were being held.

   There were a pair of guards just inside the stairwell doors, guarding
the first office, but Anna dispatched them without difficulty, two quick
shots of her silenced pistol dropping them both.  A guard around the corner
heard the sounds of their bodies hitting the ground.

   "What's going on Bill?" he called out and headed towards the noise.

   He only had time to glance at the two bodies lying on the ground before
a foot shot out knocking his gun away.  He turned to see a voluptuous
blonde, dressed all in black slam the heel of her palm under his jaw,
snapping his head back and sending him sprawling.

   Anna was on him in a second, her hands wrapping around his throat as she
tried to strangle him, her body pressed down on top of his.  The soldier
managed to roll them over and the tables turned, Anna lying prone on her
back and the man on top of her.

   Then the man made a fatal mistake, his gaze briefly glimpsed down at her
large heaving breasts that were straining against her tight t-shirt and he
even dropped a hand between them to squeeze one of her mammoth tits.  The
movement gave Anna a chance to get a knee up, slamming into his groin then
pushing him back over her head using both her legs.

   Anna's body spun round and her legs scissored, her thighs snapping
closed around the mans neck with vice-like strength and his face pressed
into her crotch cutting of his airways.  It was a move that the Chief had
spent hours showing her last week and she knew for a fact how bad it was to
have your face buried in someone's crotch, the Chief had kept her there for
ten minutes.

   Anna squeezed harder with her thighs till she felt the man go limp then
she breathed a sigh of relief, that had been too close.

   The other three guards on the floor went much easier and Anna then began
to unlock the offices and started sending the hostages down the stairways.

   First to escape was Carmen Electra, Anna stopped her, "Do you know where
they're keeping the President?"

   "Upstairs I think," replied Carmen.

   "How many more up there?" asked Anna.

   "Theres two grunts and the main guy, he calls himself Professor Nasty."

   "We've met," Anna said in a grim tone.

   "Oh and there's also a big guy called Bear," Carmen gave Anna a funny
look which she couldn't quite decipher, "A very big guy!"

   "Ok," said Anna frowning.

   "He's a big guy," added Carmen with a strange nod to herself as she
headed down the stairs.

   Anna nodded and turned back to the other hostages, she ran smack
straight into the Bears chest.

   "Shit!" swore Anna.

   "Bear remember you!" growled the big bearded man scooping up Anna before
she could react and tossing her over his shoulder.

   Anna struggled as the big man carried her down the hallway and back into
the first office.  He dropped her down off his shoulder and to Anna's
surprise grabbed her tits with both his big hands and roughly squeezed them
through her clothing.

   "Bear likes," the big guy grunted, yanking on her t-shirt and literally
ripping it off her.  He then yanked down on the cups of her bra, her big
breasts popping free.

   Bear squeezed the big orbs and mashed them in both fists, shaking them
then tightly pinching her nipples.  Anna gasped as Bear leaned forward and
licked each hard nipple in turn then sucked her left breast into his mouth
hungrily.  For a few moments he sucked at the tip of her breast, his
bristly beard tickling her, then he pulled up.

   "Yum yum time!" rumbled Bear ominously, Anna didn't like the sound of
that and her mind went into overtime trying to think of a way to escape the
horny man-mountain.

   Bear unzipped his pants and drew out his thick ten inch cock which was
fully erect and glistening with pre-cum Anna's eyes went wide at the sight,
Carmen hadn't been kidding.

   "Yum yum time!" Bear repeated as he pushed her to her knees in front of
him.  He tugged hard on her hair, the action causing her head to jerk
backwards and her mouth to open in pain at the same time Bear thrust
forward with his hips, the movement lodging the throbbing head of his big
penis in Anna's mouth.

   Holding her head with both hands he pushed forward with his hips and
pulled her head in against his crotch, his penis pushing its way over her
hot tongue and into the back of her throat.

   Bear gave a short bellow and started to move his hips, his penis sliding
out slightly from her mouth and then ramming deep back in, fucking her
face. As Anna gargled around his humping cock she remembered the last time
she had run into Bear.

   He had raped her that time as well, she remembered his heavy weight on
top of her as he pumped her with his large cock, when he had cum he had
gone all jelly-like and relaxed for almost five minutes and Anna had been
able to escape.  That was it!  That was how she would get past him.

   Anna's thoughts snapped back to reality as she felt the tickle of his
pubic hair on her nose as Bear rammed his ten inch monster impossibly deep
down her throat.  She had to make him cum.

   "That's it big boy," she managed to moan around his pumping shaft, "Fuck
my mouth hard!"

   As his penis slid in and out Anna started to suck heavily, her tongue
fluttering along the underside of his shaft whenever he pulled out and her
mouth filling with hot saliva.

   It was more than Bear could take, he grabbed handfuls of Anna's blonde
hair and clutched her head against his crotch, his penis completely buried
inside her hot mouth as he shot his load straight down her throat.  Anna
gagged and tried to cough as he mouth and throat overflowed with his sperm,
cum dribbling over her chin.

   She felt him relaxing slightly and pushed him backwards, as his dick
popped out of her mouth with a heavy sucking noise another rope of cum shot
out landing in Anna's eye.  Blinking and wiping her face as best she could
Anna yanked Bears gun from his shoulder holster as he leant back on the
table gasping for breath, waves of orgasm still shooting through his body.
Anna had to admit that the sight of the Bear in orgasm was something to
behold.

   "Rape this motherfucker!" she cried angrily, raising the pistol and
jabbing the barrel hard into his nuts.  Anna saw the Bears eyes widen
slightly as he realized through the clouds of his orgasm what was about to
happen.

   Then she pulled the trigger.

   Without a backwards glance Anna pushed her big tits back into the cups
of her bra and dashed up the stairs to the 27th floor and kicked open the
door.  The two guards went down with loud shots from Anna's gun.

   "Drop the gun or the President dies," said a familiar and evil voice.

   Anna looked up to see Professor Nasty holding a pistol to the Presidents
head.  Clinton was tied to an office chair and the Professor was standing
behind him, the Presidents eyes going wide as he saw Anna standing before
them wearing only pants and a bra, her huge tits looking as though they
were about to pop free.  After a moments hesitation Anna dropped the gun
and put her hands up.

   Chapter Four

   Anna Nicole Smith found herself strapped to the boardroom table, she had
been stripped down to her bra and not a lot else as she was tied up
spread-eagled over the table.  The President was still bound in a chair in
the corner of the room and Professor Nasty stared down at the prone woman
with an evil smile on his face.

   Anna struggled against her bonds, her breasts wobbling with the effort
as she desperately searched for an escape.  Professor Nasty stood over her,
looking down and laughing.

   "You don't expect me to talk do you?" Anna said her resolve
strengthening.

   "No Miss Smith," said Professor Nasty standing above her head, "I expect
you to suck!"

   With that he shrugged off his coat and Anna was horrified to see that he
was naked beneath.  The Professor held Anna's head with both his hands and
let his flaccid penis drop into her mouth.

   "If you want the President to live you will suck," warned the Professor
sternly.

   Anna's mouth closed around his limp dick as she nodded submissively and
began to suck on his soft organ.  Professor Nasty moaned contentedly as his
penis started to swell in her mouth and he reached out and unhooked the
catch at the front of her bra and peeled of the two bra cups to reveal the
huge swells of her lovely breasts.

   "I am so glad I created these babies," said the Professor clasping one
of her large breasts in each hand.  He was now straddling her face, his
dick ever growing in her hot mouth and the sack of his balls resting on her
nose.  With his cock stiffening and pressing against Anna's tongue he began
to squeeze and rub her big tits, his fingers finding and pinching and
milking her stiffened nipples.

   Anna's eyes started to widen slightly as the old mans dick grew
alarmingly in her mouth, now completely filling it and starting to push
against the back of her throat.  The Professor now tightly clutched and
mauled at her breasts and his hips had started to move as he began to fuck
her mouth.

   "Do you remember how I made your boobs big Miss Smith?" he asked as he
fondled the mountainous delights.

   Anna gargled some rude reply from around the big cock buried in her
mouth.  Her head started to get pushed downwards off his dick so Professor
Nasty reached a hand down between his legs, grabbing the back of Anna's
head and pulling her back up the shaft of his cock.

   "Well my dear, I have made a new version of the enlargement serum," he
told her, both his hands returning to her tits, which he continued to
pinch, squeeze and abuse.  "This time I have applied the formula to my
manhood, so if you find yourself choking on it don't be surprised."

   With that his hips started to pump harder and he now grabbed hold of her
head again and started to fuck her mouth with renewed vigor.  Anna
desperately searched for air, each thrust of Professor Nasty's cock into
her mouth caused the already huge organ to grow even more.

   His balls kept slapping against Anna's nose as he hungrily humped her
face, then he suddenly stopped, his penis buried to the hilt in her mouth,
completely filling it.

   "Very nice Miss Smith," said the Professor as he watched Anna's face
turn red.  He glanced sideways to see that President Clinton had shuffled
his chair up to the side of the table to get a better look at the
proceeedings.

   Just as Anna's vision started to blur from lack of oxygen Professor
Nasty withdrew his penis from her mouth leaving her gasping and gulping for
air.

   Bill Clintons eyes widened as he saw the Professors dick retreat inch by
inch from Anna's mouth, it was huge, at least 12 inches long probably more.

   Professor Nasty smiled down briefly at Anna then straddling her face
again, clamping it tight between his pasty thighs, his meaty cock dropping
with a slap on Anna's chest, nestling itself between her colossal breasts.

   "Lick my balls please Miss Smith," he ordered as he took an immense tit
in each hand and wrapped them around his big shaft.  When he felt Anna's
tongue begin to tickle his testicles he started to thrust his dick back and
forth between her breasts, tit fucking her.

   His penis grew as he slid it back and forth between her mountainous
delights and Anna briefly wondered where he would put it next as she felt
its hardness increasing against her tits.

   Anna was not surprised when the Professor hefted his monstrous cock in
one hand and climbed up on the table, positioning himself between her
thighs.

   "Now I for the honey pot," smirked Professor Nasty dropping himself down
on top of her and positioning the head of his huge cock at the entrance to
Anna's cunt.

   "Prepare to be impaled," with that he pushed the thick head of his penis
upwards, the petals of her labia peeling open as it pushed up inside of
her. Anna let out a scream of pleasure and pain as she felt herself filled
with all of the Professors 15 inch manhood.

   "Oh fuck!" he gasped leaning forward and starting to hump against her.

   As his head dropped closer Anna made her move.  It was a surprise move
that the Chief had helped her perfect after she had returned with her new
endowments.  With a twist of her shoulders and an arch of her back Anna
slapped her left then her right breasts across the Professors jaw, the
attack snapping his head sideways and actually knocking him unconscious. 
The Professor slumped over her naked body, his big dick still buried to the
hilt inside her.

   "Breast Fu?" asked the President with a smirk.

   "My knife is over there with my pants," said Anna nodding to the corner
of the room, "Use it to free yourself then see if you can pull this gorilla
dicked asshole off me."

   Epilogue

   Anna Nicole Smith was dressed in her bra, pants and a black jacket off
one of the terrorists when the police arrived to arrest Professor Nasty and
any remaining terrorists.

   Even the Chief turned up to congratulate Anna, "Congratulations Agent
Hooters, you've done it again."

   "Thanks Chief," said Anna smiling broadly, she clutched the jacket
tighter around her, very conscious of the fact her bust was too large and
much of her cleavage was still displayed quite prominently.

   President Clinton came up and interrupted the two of them, "Mind if I
borrow her for a minute?" he asked shooting a grin at the Chief.

   "Not at all."

   Clinton put his arm around Anna's waist and led her off in the direction
of the back offices.

   "Thank you for saving my life Miss Smith," said the President.

   Anna blushed slightly, "That's okay Mr President, all in a days work. 
And please, call me Anna."

   "Okay Anna," said the President, dropping his hand from her waist to cup
and squeeze her firm buttock, "That was quite a performance in there with
Professor Nasty.  How would you like to lick the Presidential lollipop?"
   The End