Government Tit

Janet DiGiovanni became dimly aware again. The light hurt her eyes, but she didn't mind the pain: darkness only made the nightmare worse. A man wearing a lab coat stood over her preparing a hypodermic. She wondered if she was sick and delirious in some hospital. The man gave her the shot, but not in her arm — he stuck it right into one of her gigantic tits! If Janet had been more lucid she would have been angry, but at that moment she didn't care much about anything. Besides, she hadn't even felt the prick of the hypodermic needle, even when he gave her the second shot in her other breast.

After a long drive to Richmond, they checked into a motel and stayed just long enough to stow their gear and relieve themselves before getting back in the car. They drove to a gated compound outside the city limits, where they showed their IDs to a guard before being allowed inside. The place looked more like a military installation than a residential area, but it was well kept and pleasant.
    Michelle watched as they drove past a small park where a huge-bosomed woman was pushing a small child in a swing. Soon he pulled the car into a communal parking area in front of a single-story apartment building.
    Kerp grabbed his laptop from the seat beside him and they got out of the car. He preceded Michelle along a narrow concrete walkway leading to one of the exterior doors. He knocked on it and put his ear close to listen. A voice came from within, calling, "Who is it?"
    "Agent Lou Kerpalscheiker, Mrs Herschel. May we come in?"
    "Yes, come in!"
    Turning the knob, he found the door was unlocked and they walked in.
    Michelle was stunned when she saw the little woman sitting on a sofa between her two gargantuan breasts, which rested on the floor to either side of her as she watched television. Mrs Herschel appeared to be just under five feet tall, and was as round as her gigantic boobs. Her monstrous mammaries were not quite as big as Janet DiGiovanni's, but a close second. She was wearing some sort of house dress that actually encompassed her mountainous bosom, and even a brassiere was visible under it. Michelle was glad to see that the FBGB was taking good care of her.
    "Kerp, my boy! It's so good to see you again!"
    "Good to see you too, Mrs H," he said as he reached over her stupendous bust and shook her hand. "This is my new partner, Agent Michelle Myers."
    Mrs Herschel drew a melodramatic gasp when she focused on Michelle. "My dear," she gushed, "you are positively gorgeous!"
    Michelle smiled and actually blushed a little. "Well, thank you, Mrs Herschel! I'm pleased to meet you."
    "Sweethawt," she said, adopting a confidential tone, "you are built like a brick shithouse!"
    Michelle allowed part of a giggle to escape at this peculiar lady's complimentary observation. "Thank you again, Mrs Herschel."
    "Agent Myers is officially joining the FBGB next week. She's former FBI," Kerp explained.
    "So you must have just had your shots?"
    "Two weeks ago."
    "Would you mind telling me your measurements, my dear?"
    "Uh, no — I don't mind. As of this morning they were 62-23-36."
    "Fabulous! A beautiful face, such pretty legs, a very large bust, intelligent and polite. Louis, my boy, you should marry this girl!" the gargantuan-bosomed woman proclaimed, shaking a finger at him.
    Kerp smiled as he sat down on a nearby ottoman, and casually replied, "We'll send you an invitation, Mrs H." Making himself comfortable, he continued, "Thanks for letting us come see you today."
    "Not at all, dear. You're welcome any time."
    "I'd like to ask you some questions about the day you were moved out of your apartment in New Jersey."
    "Okay."
    "First of all, have you ever heard of this man?" he asked, handing her a photo copy of Mox Nicks' business card.
    Mrs Herschel looked at it a second and then giggled. "This is a person's real name?"
    "Probably not."
    "I'm sorry. Never heard of this name."
    Kerp took the photocopy back and handed her his laptop. On their trip down, he'd received Chet McCorkendale's e-mail with the composite sketch of Mox Nicks. It was now displayed on the screen in front of Mrs Herschel. "How about this man? Do you think you might have seen him before?"
    She looked at the sketch and knitted her brow as she scratched one of her mammoth boobs. "I don't think so, dear. It's been quite a while."
    "Look closely. He might have had a mustache, like this." He leaned over and touched a key on the laptop, adding a mustache to the face.
    Mrs Herschel looked at it a second and gasped. "Yes! I do remember him! He was thinner and had more hair then, but this was one of the workers that day. The day they moved me out!"
    "Did anything unusual happen that day? Anything suspicious?"
    She paused, looking off into the void as she considered her answer. "No, I don't recall anything of a suspicious nature. It all went as planned as far as I know."

After spending a little more time with Mrs Herschel, they got back in the car and headed toward the motel they'd booked.
    "We know Nicks was involved in moving Mrs Herschel, but what does that tell us?" Michelle asked.
    "Only that he's either an FBGB operative or was at the time. Which isn't much to go on. But even the smallest piece of the puzzle brings us closer to the truth."
    "So now what?"
    "After we check the bureau's personnel files, the only other lead we have is the phony address on Nicks' business card. I'd like to stake it out as soon as we get back to DC."
    "Give me a call and I'll go with you."
    After getting back to their motel, they were both ready to relax for the evening.
    Their rooms were right next to each other and had a pair of doors between them that could be opened to create a suite. Kerp opened the door on his side and knocked on the other, calling out, "Mich, the tub in this room is full of dead bugs; so I was wondering if you'd mind if I used your shower later?"
    She opened her door and replied, "That'll be fine. Go ahead any time. I'll leave this door open so you can just come on in if I'm not here."
    "You're going somewhere?"
    "To the store in a little bit. By the way, can I have the keys?" she asked, wiggling the fingers of her open hand.

After raiding the nearest convenience store, Michelle drove back to the motel. She parked the car and got out carrying a grocery bag full of various kinds of snacks. Her plan was to propose they spend the evening in the room, dining together on junk food while watching cable TV. She unlocked the door to her room and entered, setting the bag on the table. What she needed at that moment, however, was a nice hot bath. She closed and dead-bolted the front door, and then shut the connecting door so Kerp couldn't come in and surprise her.
    She stripped all her clothes off and opened the bathroom door. For a split second as she entered, she wondered why that door had been closed and why the light was on. There was Kerp, dripping wet without a stitch of clothing or a towel to hide behind! As she herself was also in puris naturalibus, they both stood frozen, gazing at each other in shock.
    Kerp looked at Michelle's gorgeous body, with her huge, beautiful breasts swaying nakedly before his eyes.
    Michelle stared. There it is! It's so pretty!
    A moment later they found themselves looking in each other's eyes, not moving to hide themselves; not moving at all.
    Suddenly a loud crash broke the spell. They both whirled around to look where the sound had come from and saw cracks in the front door with daylight peeking through. A second crash quickly followed and splinters fell to the floor as the cracks widened.
    "Trouble!" Kerp barked. He didn't have his gun handy, but Michelle leaped across the room and had hers in hand by the time the third crash occurred.
    Michelle trained her pistol on the door and yelled like a drill sergeant, "FBI! I have weapon pointed at you! Stop what you're doing now!"
    As Michelle stood totally naked with her legs spread and her enormous tits still swinging heavily, Kerp whispered hoarsely to her, "Get down, Mich!"
    She backed up to the wall, keeping her gun pointed at the door. "Are you okay?" she asked.
    "I'm fine. You?"
    "Yeah!"
    "What's this 'FBI' stuff? You're in the FBGB now, Agent Myers."
    "Well, old habits die hard. Besides, who the hell knows what the FBGB is?"
    "Next time just say, 'federal agent'."
    "Right. Good idea."
    "I don't hear anything. Think you might've scared 'em off?" Kerp asked with his eyes glued to the doorway.
    "I don't know."
    "Will you be okay here if I go next door and get my gun?"
    "Go ahead. I promise not to start anything without you."
    "Thanks." He crouched and stole across to the door leading to his room. After a few long seconds, he appeared again in the doorway with pistol in hand. "Mich — cover the front door while I go out my side and surprise them."
    "They'll be surprised alright."
    "Huh?"
    "You're naked."
    "Oh! Right."
    He ducked back into his room and wrestled on a pair of pants. A moment later as he passed by the doorway, he signaled to Michelle that he was on his way to the front door of his room. She readied herself as he turned the knob as slowly and quietly as he could. He pushed it open a crack and peeked out. Seeing nothing, he opened it fully and stepped outside to look around. "Clear!" he hollered inside to her.
    Michelle tossed her pistol on the bed and quickly slipped on a dress without bothering to zip up the back or add underwear or shoes to her ensemble. Grabbing her purse, she stuffed her gun into it and dashed to the door. The damage had jammed it shut, however, so she turned and hurried into Kerp's room and went out his door.
    He was in the parking lot scanning around for anything out of the ordinary when Michelle came darting out. The lack of a bra and her unfastened dress allowed her immense breasts to rock around heavily inside the low-cut bodice. "Did you see anything?" she hollered.
    "No! Nothing!" he yelled back. His attention was drawn away by a white utility van pulling out of a parking space at a leisurely speed. The van seemed glaringly nondescript to his seasoned eye, and a glance at its government-issue license plate elevated his suspicions. He began running toward it, and the van responded by squealing its tires and making a graceless entrance into traffic.
    He stopped in his tracks, whirled around and ran toward their car. When Michelle saw where he was headed, she shut the door to Kerp's room and sprinted to meet him, with her massive breasts bounding wildly beneath her dress.
    Kerp flung open the car door and jumped in, breathing a prayer of thanks that the keys had been in the pocket of the pants he'd thrown on. The car roared to life and he backed out of the parking space just as Michelle arrived. She scrambled inside and shut the door as they sped away.
    "Did you get the tag?" she asked, checking her gun.
    "No, but it was U.S. Government issue."
    "I don't get it. Why would a federal agency use that kind of force on fellow agents? We're supposed to be on the same side!"
    "Some people have their own agenda. I wish I could tell you what's going on here."
    Turning in the seat so her back was toward him, she asked, "Can you zip me up?"
    He looked at the gap in her dress with her bare back showing all the way down to her waist, and cursed the timing of the goons they were chasing. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he grasped the zipper and pulled up on it. It stuck where the fabric strained opposite her huge bosom.
    "Exhale!" Kerp suggested.
    "I am!" Michelle replied.
    Finally, after a few more firm tugs, the zipper went up all the way.
    "Thanks," she said, turning forward again and buckling her seat belt. The shoulder strap crossed Michelle's chest between her tremendous breasts, providing a very well-defined contour of her extravagant bounty.
    Kerp noticed that her nipples were quite pronounced beneath her bodice. As the vehicle careened down the road, her huge boobs rocked and wobbled wondrously: a distraction that nearly caused him to lose track of the van. However, man of iron will that he was, he averted his eyes and concentrated on the chase.
    A police siren suddenly began wailing and Michelle turned to look out the back. "We've got company," she announced.
    "Shit! And I left my phone in the room."
    "I brought mine — whatcha need it for?"
    "Can you make out the number on that patrol car?"
    "Uh — yeah: 27."
    "Call 911 and tell the operator you're a federal agent in an unmarked car and we're in hot pursuit. Get her to connect you with that police car."
    Michelle dialed and relayed the information to the operator, who put her on hold while the transfer was made. In a minute she spoke again, once more turning her face toward the police car behind them. "Hello, this is Federal Agent Michelle Myers — I'm in the unmarked car you are now pursuing. We ourselves are in hot pursuit of the white utility van in front of us. Can you assist? Over."
    She paused as she listened to the officer's reply. Then, waving, she thanked the officer and shut off the phone.
    "Are we cool?" asked Kerp.
    "Yeah. He's gonna stay with us. What are we gonna do when we catch the van? Busting up the door of a motel room isn't exactly a federal crime."
    "I don't know. If we don't find evidence of a crime inside that van, I guess I'll just have to shoot the guy in the head."
    They were gaining on the van, steadily closing the distance between them, when the suspect vehicle suddenly took a hard right turn, nearly losing control. Kerp yanked the wheel over hard to take the corner, and the centrifugal force pulled Michelle's immense breasts to the left, as if they were trying to look at him.
    The van turned again, this time to the left, down a narrow alleyway. "This guy's nuts," Kerp commented as he whipped the car around the corner. The alley was so tight that the pavement could not be seen when looking to either side.
    Michelle looked behind them and saw that the officer was still with them, siren screaming.
"Got him," Kerp muttered as he tapped the brakes.
    "What?"
    "Look up ahead. This alley dead-ends in that little walkway."
    "He's not slowing down."
    A few seconds later there was a loud crash as the van came to an abrupt halt, its front end wedged into the small passageway. Kerp stopped their car and pulled the door handle. The door knocked against the alley wall, but there was enough room for him to squeeze through. After scrambling out, he shut the door so he could get by and then ran toward the van while drawing his gun. Michelle had pulled the handle on her door, but it only opened a few inches before being stopped by the wall on her side. As she breathed a curse, the uniformed officer slipped by on the other side.
    He joined Kerp, who was flat against the wall beside the van. The officer pressed himself against the opposite wall and nodded as he then began carefully making his way toward the van's back door. Ducking below the windows, he grasped the door handle and waited for Kerp to move into a firing position. With a sudden jerk, he pulled the door open.
    They both leveled their weapons at the interior of the van. For a few endless seconds, nothing happened. Then Kerp slowly crept forward, straining to see inside the darkened interior of the vehicle. "He's gone!" he finally called out. "Looks like he kicked out the windshield and got away!" After they had double-checked to be sure no one was hiding inside, the officer called in on the radio clipped to his shoulder.
    Kerp looked around, wondering what had happened to Michelle. Just then her head popped up from the floor of their car, where she'd taken cover. He shook his head to let her know their suspect had escaped.
    She rolled a window down and stuck her head out, calling, "I'm stuck in here! I can't get out!"
    "Did you try my side?"
    "Yeah; it's no good. I can't fit through; I'm too big!"
    The officer, who had just radioed in his report, looked toward the car and asked, "Your partner can't get out of the car?"
    Kerp shook his head.
    "Hefty girl?"
    "No, she's just built different than I am."
    "Mm. Can I see some ID please?"
    Kerp fished his identification from his pants and and showed it to the policeman, whose face assumed a perplexed expression as he looked at it.
    "Bureau of Gigantic Bosoms? Is this some kind of joke?"
    "No sir, it is not a joke. We are a bona fide federal agency with top-level security clearance and authority to arrest." He took a dog-eared business card from a little pocket behind his badge, and said, "This is the direct phone number for the United States Attorney General's office. You can use my partner's cell phone to verify our identification if you like."
    "You're serious. Who were you guys chasing? Some woman whose boobs are too big?" he asked with a chuckle. Kerp looked at him with a stern expression on his face and said nothing. "Okay. Have it your way. But I think I will make that phone call if you don't mind."
    The officer walked over to their car and shuffled sideways between the wall and the driver's side of the vehicle. He leaned over and peered inside at Michelle sitting in the passenger's seat. "Hi!" she said pleasantly. Sitting profile, the enormity of her bosom was quite obvious. The cop stared fixedly at her giant breasts, not able at first to accept the reality of their incredible size. He blinked slowly and cleared his throat.
    Michelle was thoroughly amused by the poor man's reaction. She played with him a little by turning slightly toward him to give him a better view of the generous display of cleavage provided by her dress's deep neckline.
    "Uh — hello, ma'am. I'm Officer Richardson. Your partner says you got a cell phone I can use?"
"Oh. Okay." She took her cell phone from her purse and leaned over to hand it to him, making sure the neck of her dress hung down openly to expose as much of her huge unrestrained bosom as possible.
    Like a moth to a flame, Richardson's gaze was drawn into the yawning cleavage between her immense boobs as they undulated enticingly. He started to reach for the phone but stopped himself short. Looking at Michelle's face for the first time, he said, "Never mind; that won't be necessary." He shook his head and muttered, "Only the federal government!"
    Michelle set the phone back on the seat without changing her revealing position. "Officer Richardson, we need to keep a low profile here. Would you mind writing this up as a flight from a routine traffic stop and not mention our involvement so we can go on our way?"
    The policeman fidgeted. "I don't know ... I can't, uh..."
    "Officer, this is very important; please!" she pleaded, moving her torso for emphasis and making her tremendous boobs bobble and sway. "I work under cover and it's critical that my identity remain secure. If I had to go downtown and make a report, a lot of people would see me, and ... well..." Michelle sat up straight and thrust out her chest as she continued, "I've got such an unusual figure, and you know how people talk."
    Richardson drew in a sharp breath and froze for a moment, looking down both barrels of the biggest knockers he would ever see in his life. Then he sighed in resignation. "Okay. Just get out of here."
    He left the car and walked back over to the van, where Kerp was examining the interior. "If you'll give me your business card," the officer said, "I'll let you know if we find out anything about this van."
    "I'd appreciate that a whole lot," he answered, ducking as he hopped out of the van's back door. "Not much in here, though." He took out his wallet and handed his card to Richardson, who slipped it into his shirt pocket without looking at it.
    The officer glanced at their car and commented, "Now I see why she can't squeeze out of there." Looking back at Kerp, he continued, "A minute ago I was going to ask you why you've only got pants on. Guess I know now. You folks can get back to what you were doing. Have a nice day."
    Kerp smiled as he watched the cop walk toward his patrol car. Michelle waved to the officer as he passed and then motioned at Kerp to come back the car.
    After he had climbed inside and shut the door, She observed, "They were right."
    "What's that?" he asked.
    "There really is a lot of power in a great big pair of tits. That cop isn't going to make us file a report."
    He chuckled at her. "Yeah, he told me. The twins can be very persuasive when they need to be."
    Richardson backed his patrol car out of the alleyway and waited for them to exit. Kerp started the engine and backed out, and they returned to the motel.
    The incident in the bathroom was never mentioned between them again until years later.

Michelle woke late from sleep Monday morning. She sat up on the bedside and waited for some of the fog to clear. It was wonderful being able to sleep late during the last couple weeks, but there were only two more mornings left before she'd have to reacclimate herself to getting up before the sun again.
    She performed her regular morning bathroom routine, to which she had recently added an extra element. She'd decided that it would be much easier if she kept the tape and log book on the bathroom vanity to remind herself to take her measurements first thing in the morning.
    First, she reached inside the tee-shirt she'd slept in and adjusted the front to accommodate her bosom's overnight enlargement. The sculpted top was perfect for holding her breasts in their fullest position for the task. She picked up the long tape, grasped one end, and flipped its length backward over her head. She pulled it snug around her bust and read the number.
    "Sixty-eight," she said out loud, followed by a low whistle. "Good grief! Three inches a day for two days straight! I'm starting to get pretty darn big!" She did her waist and hips in similar fashion, writing her measurements down in the log.
    Coffee was next on the list. She shuffled into the kitchen and began the procedure she performed every morning, starting with rinsing out the pot and filling it with water. Just two short weeks ago she'd have been able to see the sink — now her field of vision was occupied by her immense boobs, forcing her to turn this way and that to see what she was doing.
    The same difficulty presented itself when she went to pick up the morning paper outside her door. This is what fat people have to put up with all the time, she pondered, leaning to the side as she bent down to pick it up.
    Kerp called just before 10:00 o'clock with results from the FBI forensic lab. Michelle felt very pleased to be hearing his voice, and she nearly told him so, but refrained, scolding herself that it was a silly thing to say.
    "The lab says there are several latent prints on Mox Nicks' business card," Kerp said, "and the only good ones belong to the same person. So that individual has to be Constance DiGiovanni. There were also some unidentifiable prints that include traces of cyanoacrylate."
    "Super Glue," she observed, easing herself down into a chair.
    "Right. He must have smeared it onto his fingertips to obscure his prints so he could work without gloves."
    "Slippery customer."
    "Yep. Listen — I'd like to check in with an informant of mine here in DC who spends a lot of time in the Baltimore area. It could be that there's talk floating around there that's pertinent to this case. I'll be here all day catching up on paperwork, but I was wondering if you'd like to go with me tonight."
    "Sure! But what makes you think your informant might've heard something about this case? Nicks doesn't seem to leave many loose ends."
    "That's true, but I'm hoping somewhere along the way, something didn't go just right. No plan is completely foolproof, no matter how well thought out. If somebody got just a glimpse of Janet, he would have to tell that story. Huge boobs are always a popular topic of discussion."
    Michelle wedged the phone's handset between her shoulder and her ear to free her hands. She absently pulled up the front of her tee-shirt, and gazed down at her tremendous bare breasts. "Uh-huh. Have you heard anything from Richmond PD?" she asked, cupping the bottoms of her huge tits in her hands and lifting them slightly, marveling at the extraordinary size they had attained.
    "Oh, yeah. Interesting but not too helpful. The van was from a federal interagency motor pool, and the tag was a dummy."
    "A dummy tag? That tells us our guy has connections somewhere," she observed, bouncing her enormous boobs idly on her palms.
    "Yeah, but to whom? The plate could be from a federal agency or a Hollywood prop room, or maybe it was fabricated in a prison and smuggled out."
    "What about the van? I don't supposed there's an accurate record of who signed the vehicle out?" Michelle asked as she squished her immense breasts together and rolled them around on her chest.
    "No. The last entry was legitimate; dated a month ago. There's no record of the van's activity since it was turned in by the last authorized user, and nobody missed it until the Richmond Police called to tell them they'd found it."
    Taking the phone in her hand again, Mich leaned forward with her knees spread wide so her naked boobs dangled between her legs. She continued to entertain herself by making her immense tits swing back and forth. "Sounds like you're having a busy morning," she commented.
    "It's a zoo here," Kerp sighed. "I've been running around putting out fires ever since I came in. What're you doing?"
    "Just hangin' around," she replied, stifling a snicker. "So are you going to pick me up to go meet your contact?"
    "Sure. How about eight o'clock?"
    "I'll be waiting."

Dr Wilson was new to the project, and eager at the prospect of working on the cutting edge of genetic science. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. The doctor peered into the darkness, as Janet, whose eyes were accustomed to the dark, stood on the other side of the room watching him intently. He felt along the wall until he found the light switch. The shadows disappeared, and there in the brightness the doctor beheld a sight he was not prepared for.
    In the opposite corner stood a lovely, if somewhat wild-looking young woman, wearing only a pair of utilitarian pajama bottoms. Her dark brown hair was long and disheveled, hanging in ringlets down her bare back. It took Wilson a few seconds to realize what he was actually looking at. The two gargantuan peach-colored globes that Janet was standing behind were her breasts. Their insanely huge bulk mounded up overhead, each one about 12 feet in diameter. Her nipples were a bit over two inches in diameter, thrusting out from Janet's mountainous tits about four or five inches.
    Stunned, Dr Wilson approached the woman. "Uh, please don't be afraid, Miss DiGiovanni. I'm here to help you."
    "Right. Fuck you, asshole!" Trying to put distance between herself and this stranger, Janet backpedaled as if she could drag the incredible weight of her colossal boobs along behind her.
    "Please, Janet! Give me a chance to help you! I'm your doctor now. You've got to learn to trust me," he pleaded.
    "Trusting you lyin' shits is what got me in this hole to start with!" she hissed.
    "Look: I don't have the authority to get you out of here, so there's nothing I can do about that. But I can make your life more comfortable. If you'll let me."
    She considered that a moment and asked, "More comfortable how?"
    "You tell me. What would you like me to do for you?"
    Janet studied his face a moment as she gathered her thoughts. It was a nice face, she noted, even handsome.
    Somewhat calmer now, she answered, "Well — what would make me the most comfortable here in this room would be if I could get around. Can you figure out some way to support my tits so I'll be able to move with them? Put them on carts or something?"
    "I'll see what I can arrange. Would that help you to trust me?"
    "Sure."
    "Anything else I can do?"
    "I don't know — they've never asked me that before."
    "They should have. I'm sorry."
    "Yeah? Thanks. You know what?"
    "What?"
    "One thing that would do me a world of good is to get laid."
    "Excuse me?"
    "It's been years, doc. A good fucking would do wonders for my state of mind."
    "Are you serious?"
    "Damn straight I am."
    Dr Wilson paused a few seconds. Then as he turned and locked the door with a key from the ring hanging from his belt, he said, "It's true that clinical studies have shown orgasms to be of significant therapeutic value."
    As he strolled toward her, Janet removed her pajama bottoms and asked, "I hope you like girls with big boobs."
    He walked up to her between goliath breasts, running his hand along the vast skin of one of them, saying, "As a matter of fact I do. Very much."
    Relishing the touch of his fingers on her naked body, she unzipped his pants and commented, "Mmm, I see you do."