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An encounter with a giant asylum ghost leaves Indagator Amanda Liam growing. Her already mountainous assets dwarf her previous size as she swells massively with fluids. The mare’s height suffered as well as it approached a telephone pole.

Regardless, the hyper mare still has a job. Tracking an illegal drug trade, Amanda stumbles across a criminal organization telling the futanari mare about an underground war that threatened to spill over onto the streets.

At one point the Indagator, recalled back to her organization, encounters an ogre. Too large for her weapons the hyper mare discovers her monstrous assets, as a new weapon.

Now too large, the Indagator was no longer allowed to leave. Upset, the mare attempts to work with it, only to end up more frustrated. By the end, Amanda finds Vlad’s inside man and leaves the Nostrum Organization. In search for control.

Chapter 14 – The Guru

A bright light and bitter winds assaulted the mare. Her cloak ruffled and waved. Amanda’s eyes adjusted quickly and found themselves atop a snow covered mountain. The futanari’s hoof-prints, exceptionally deep. As the Indagator no longer wore her specialty horseshoes. Trudging forward the mare found steep, snow covered mountains, covered with trees.

There was a town far below the horse, easily missed by the surrounding mountain and valleys. In fact the mare found a small body of water, colored a crystalline blue stretching out further in the landscape.

“Nature, makes our own mortal gains seem pointless.” A voice, steady and stoic spoke.

The horse spun around and found a polar bear anthro of normal height. He wore a simple grey robe, similar to a Shaolin warrior.

“Are you the guru?” The horse asked.

The polar bear smiled, his gaze wandering over the vast mountain-range. “It is my belief, wise Indagator, no one is ever a true master. Or a man that knows all. But I am sure you know this well.”

The mare raised a brow.

“You may call me a guru, but do not place a foolhardy belief in it.”

The mare snorted. “Never planned to.”

The polar bear gave a slight bow. “Now why do you seek me?”

“I was informed you could help me with a problem.” The Indagator spoke skeptically.

“What problem may that be?”

“An assignment left me perpetually growing.”

The anthro nodded. “Why does this bother you?”

“I don’t know how to control it.” The futanari finished.

“We grow as people every day. How are you growing?”

“I’m a lot taller than I used to be, and my genitals are even more massive.”

“You have the gene?” The anthro asked.

“Yes. Except, I stopped growing awhile ago.” Amanda answered.

The polar bear slowly nodded. “I can help you.”

“How?” The mare asked.

“I can teach you how to embrace and accept your new size and growth.”

“From my perspective you don’t seem to have the gene. How can you help?”

With a smile the polar bear grew tall, ripping out of his clothes until he matched Amanda in height. “I can assure you I do have the gene. But do not forget, anyone can be a teacher, if they know the material well.”

Amanda continued to study the anthro. “How do you plan to help me?”

The polar bear stared into the horse’s eyes. “I can see through your conflicted feelings, two are strongest. Excitement and enjoyment. I can see how you are eager about your growth and seek to embrace it.”

Amanda took a step back.

“I will arrange three trials for you. One of the body, one of the mind, and one of the spirit.”

“Okay. How do you know they will help?” The mare was still skeptical.

“I have had many years of helping others with what bothers them the most. I can assure you Indagator, these trials will work. As long as you stick to the path.”

“Hmph.” The horse grunted, suspicious. “What’s the first trial?”

“You will need to remove your cloak.”

“What?”

“I will need you to remove your cloak, Indagator.”

Amanda eyed the naked polar-bear anthro. “We’re not going to fuck.”

“That was not my request.”

The horse hesitated for a moment, but ultimately unclasped her cloak. The first thing the mare felt was her obscenely thick nipples perk up in the cold. Followed by the teats on her mountainous udder. As the bitter wind swept across the mare’s dark fur, Amanda did not shiver. In fact, the Indagator saw steam radiating off her body.

“There is something I need to teach you.” The polar bear motioned Amanda to follow. The guru lead the Indagator to a flat open space with mountains rising around it. “Long ago, I was taught a new way to fight.” The polar bear stepped in the center of the flattened area, and took a deep breath with his hands at his sides. Slowly the anthro moved, like the flow of a river as he began to step forward raising his arms up and down.

It was until his hands had reached the peak did the guru seamlessly transition to a spinning motion, putting emphasis on his crotch. From there, the anthro carried his momentum into another spin, leaping through the air, hitting an invisible enemy. “It is a form of martial arts, for those with the leviathan-gene.”

“Hmph.” The mare grunted. “I only used my assets once.”

“Then it’s time to learn.” The polar bear smiled. “First I will show you a basic move.” The anthro quickly cobbled together a dummy then stood in front. “The idea is to twist your body, so it becomes more of a snap.” Deftly, the anthro snapped around in a complete circle smashing his package into the dummy. The polar bear blasted the dummy off its stand. “Like that. Now you try.” The anthro set up the dummy again.

Fortunately, the warrior monk had matched the dummy’s height with Amanda’s. Otherwise, the Indagator wouldn’t have see the target. Peering over her gargantuan tits, Amanda held eye contact with the dummy. Carefully the mare stepped then snapped her body around. Due to the horse’s otherworldly sizes, there was whiplash as the air cracked around them as the mare spun into the dummy.

With a loud crash the horse fired the dummy into the air like a bullet. But, as Amanda attempted to land, her own momentum pulled her forward and the mare found herself performing more spins until she came crashing down.

The horse swore. Got up, and found she had cracked the stone ground.

“Balance, is important. You must feel the momentum you carry. As you carry much.” The anthro responded. “I will set up another dummy, and you can try again.” With another dummy cobbled together, the anthro motioned the mare. “Feel your momentum, and the weight you carry.”

Staring down the dummy again Amanda did a few test swings with her body. Her 4, titanic breasts, pulled the mare slightly to each side. The mare’s udder, even more massive than her tits, did the same. While her gargantuan cock sheathes, with her colossal nut-sack, pulled the same direction as the rest of her assets.

Again the horse attempted a few more test swings, except this time she swung herself harder, and felt her assets tug on her like bag of boulders. There was a lack of any wobbling, as the obscene mass of the mare’s assets wouldn’t allow it. Nor would her over-stuffed nature. Focusing back on the dummy the mare took another step forward, and snapped her body around.

This time, as the mare fired the heavier dummy off like a bullet. Landing on a hoof, she continued to spin. Feeling the momentum of her assets as she swung them around like a wrecking ball. It wasn’t until a few seconds later did the mare deliberately slow herself to a stop. The Indagator cracked a smile. Pleased with her performance.

“A warrior to have fought a hundred battles, a hundred times, will fail less. Compared to someone to have just begun.” The polar bear smiled. “Now Indagator, if I ask you to change direction in mid-swing, could you do it?”

Amanda thought about this momentarily, then answered. “No.”

“Then let me show you.”

Over the next few days Amanda spent much of her time practicing with the polar bear. It wasn’t until one day, as the mare struggled with a new move did the anthro approach her with an unusual request.

“You are making good progress, but I have one request.” The anthro had assumed a more normal height and was dressed again.

“What?” The horse was panting as she practiced.

“I want you to come to town with me.”

The mare stared at the polar bear. “I’m too damn big.”

“Then it’s time to learn what is too small and what is too big.”

“You’re kidding.” The horse’s voice was stony.

The polar bear said nothing and began to leave.

The horse swore and followed the anthro. In town, Amanda was aware of just how much she had grown. The Indagator’s former height of 250 cm was downright puny as she waltzed into the town with a height nearly matching a telephone pole. Holy shit. The mare thought as people began to gawk at her. Peering down at her twin busts, Amanda’s humongous tits made her previous, pumpkin-sized breasts seem like lemons. In fact, the mare found, she had grown so massive, her tits extended far in front of her, making anything below them invisible.

Fortunately, there was hardly anything that could get beneath her. As the horse’s udder, larger than her formerly pumpkin-sized breasts. Was so gargantuan, that it not only eclipsed the mare’s own colossal breasts. But stuck even further out, acting like a titanic wrecking ball. Stuffed with milk and sized to someone drastically larger than her.

Despite the size, it was hardly unusual. As the rest of the mare’s assets exhibited similar characteristics. Amanda’s twin, sheathed horse cocks, had gotten so large. The futanari’s former cock size could only ever live up to an insignificant fraction.

After all, the mare’s cocks rivaled the world’s tallest skyscrapers by length, with a girth thicker than the base. While the horse’s cock sheathes, accommodating the titans, out-sized any three-story building with ease.

In fact, Amanda was so gargantuan, her sheathes dragged across the ground. Despite resting on the mare’s humongous ball-sack. Such cocks accompanied by a nut-sack of equivalent caliber. Easily, Amanda’s nut-sack succeeded in its task. But it went so far above this task that hitting the moon, was wholly insufficient.

Amanda noted, the current size of her nut-sack, made her previous size seem like a pebble. It was packed with four colossal testes, producing so much pre. The mare had to be constantly milked. Otherwise, there would be biblical floods every day. Despite this, it was nothing compared to the amount of seed she made. A number, Amanda couldn’t deign to imagine.

She could only feel it. In the form of her stellar weight, pulse, and groan. The mare was lucky her scrotum didn’t swing much. Otherwise, the mare’s massive horse pussies, tucked behind the gigantic mass. Might be hard to hit.

Compared to the mare’s previous size, her horse-pussies had grown gargantuan. She could take insertions as large as her own cocks. Perhaps even greater, as she produced so much pre fem-lube it had to be milked. Which didn’t compare to the amount of actual fem-lube she produced. A number much more comparable to the production of seed.

All of these factors, drew unwanted attention. Amanda felt downright humiliated as she attempted to hide, only to find no hiding place in the world to conceal her size. All the while, avoiding buildings and people. As her humongous size touched and grazed buildings. Leaving some poor soul to get a window full of tit, teat, sheathe, ball, or pussy.

As the mare followed the polar-bear anthro down the street her genitals blocked traffic. To the point it drew the attention of the police. Eventually, after the Indagator had apologized and explained to the nth police officer there was no way to cover up. They left her alone.

“How are you feeling Amanda?”

The Indagator heard the polar bear ask. “Embarrassed and hateful.” The mare succinctly responded.

“Why is that?” The anthro asked.

“I block traffic, can damage buildings and people. And given an uncountable number of people a full tit, teat or whatever else as well.” The horse grumbled.

“Why hate it Indagator? This is your body in its most natural state.”

Before the mare could object, she was warm again. Oh, fuck. The mare thought as her height surged upward. Placing it, already over a telephone pole, to a telephone pole with just over a quarter of another telephone pole stacked on top. While the futa’s assets ballooned incredulously, putting to shame the mare’s height gain.

The Indagtor’s assets greedily swallowed what little space there was with gusto. As the mare could feel the sides of the building pressing lightly into the mare’s over-bloated genitals as she grew. Becoming even greater, more cram packed, full of fluids. It was like a fist, already tighter than what was achievable, growing tighter like a planet’s pull, as it stacked more and more atmosphere atop itself. The mare’s assets stretched and pulsed. Excited with the event.

Meanwhile, the mare’s perpetual heat burned ever brighter. The horse began to pant, more steam rising off her. The horse’s heat, already far past a bonfire, grew into the molten core of a planet. Her infinite rut grew deeper as well. The futanari’s testes, pulsed harder and harder. More akin to cum reactors as she threatened meltdown.

This ensured, no matter how large the mare grew, her assets would never be less than stuffed. By the time the sudden growth was over, Amanda’s endowments, gurgled and broiled with new intensity. Like the burning heart of a star.

“Fighting, the inevitable is like running from death. Never will you succeed. Only will you exhaust yourself.” The polar bear anthro commented with stoicism.

Amanda, enraged at the polar bear anthro, found herself ready to smack him. But hesitated, as the horse refused to damage buildings, her assets now pressed into. Instead, she grumbled. Expertly extracting herself, the horse was lost in thought.

The guru was right, the mare thought, running from her size, was like running from death. Like death, the mare’s growth, and otherworldly sizes was inevitable. So why run? Soon Amanda stole glances of herself. Thinking, Amanda quickly found rubbing her tits special. As she gurgled and groaned with oceans upon oceans of milk.

Unfortunately, Amanda could only graze her udder, as the second row of mountainous tits blocked the mare’s arms from reaching further. No matter, the horse thought. The slow churn and thrum, contained in her monstrous assets. Turned the mare on.

Peering around Amanda could only ever find a fraction of an asset, reflected in the many windows of the town. No window or mirror was big enough for her. The horse’s assets made it impossible. It caused the Indagator to smile and wander. Amanda could only imagine how her milking cups looked, as her insane sizes pushed them far out of visibility.

Amanda pictured her milking cups a solid color, filled to the brim with fluids, with nothing visible. Making the clear, see-though nature pointless. The horse stole a look at her portable tank.

The number it displayed made the mare smile wider. She was thankful it was a pocket dimension. As the numbers were so large now, the horse couldn’t imagine what it meant. Nor did the horse try. Instead, she chose to indulge in the pulse and groan of her genitals as she produced mind-numbing numbers of fluids.

“Indagator, are you all right?” The polar-bear asked.

Amanda found herself lost in her extreme sizes. “Yes.” The horse lecherously smiled. By the end of the day the Indagator had grown fond of her new obscene sizes, as she gleefully groped herself.

“Indagator, how do you feel now?” The polar bear asked, back on his mountaintop.

“Amazing.” The horse answered with enthusiasm.

“I’ve never seen you like this.”

“I didn’t think I’d enjoy this,” Amanda motioned to herself. “More than I’d expect.” The horse felt warm again, “I think I’ve got another spurt coming.”

Quickly, the mare groped her tits as her height surged forward, putting her at 2180 cm. Just over one and half telephone poles in height. While the futa’s assets surged outward claiming more of the space in front of the mare, like a second nature. Her assets increasingly bloated too, gurgling louder. The horse groped and squeezed her tits feeling her stuffed, stiff nature, accompanied by a pulse, lurch, and churn. Only Amanda could manage.

“Ohh.” The horse moaned as her fur stretched and stretched, her hand swallowed by ever more boob, as her tits developed into milk-reactors followed closely by the rest of her assets. Amanda’s scrotum warped and grew, stretching further as well. In fact, the mare swore her scrotum had changed from fission, to fusion reactors of cum. So hot and warm, her testes bubbled like magma, packed with so much semen it was a wonder how her nuts contained it all.

While the mare’s twin cocks rose out of her sheathes to her full length towering far above her, larger and thicker than any skyscraper. Amanda’s dicks cast a shadow over the mountain. The mare’s horse-cocks pulsing with energy and power Amanda could only describe as nuclear. It made her cocks groan, and the ground begin to shake as the mare’s nuts let loose a cum eruption which would drown the planet.

Fortunately, as the mare climaxed, she maintained just enough control she wouldn’t blast her milking cups off. Despite the effort, the pump sputtered and skipped, as the mare’s cum drowned it. By the time it was over, Amanda’s nut-sack which lifted her off the ground, returned to a more manageable flavor of gargantuan.

“I am impressed.” The polar-bear anthro stated. “You came for eight hours, and managed to keep your milking cups on.”

“Eight hours is not enough.” The mare’s quad cum-reactors, throbbed, lurched, and churned desperate for more.

The polar-bear nodded. “You’ve passed the first trial.”

“All right, what’s next?” The mare inquired.

“Next, is the trial of the mind. We will begin tomorrow after training.”

The following day as Amanda finished training with her endowments, the polar bear motioned her inside the cave once again and sat down.

“Indagator, I want you to tell me about your growth.”

“Like what?” The hyper futanari responded.

“What are you worried and excited about?”

The horse took some time. First, there was the futanari’s heat, burning bright as star. Followed by a rut, implanting an unmoving desire to breed.

Throughout the mare’s growth Amanda knew she’d gotten stronger. In fact, the Indagator felt it. As her heat morphed from a small fire to a burning super-giant. Making it unbearably painful, to have wombs without seed. Additionally, her tits and udder, bloated with ever-increasing amounts of milk, spilling more than oceans into her milking cups. While Amanda’s horse-pussies made it worse, as she gushed more and more fem-lube. With greater and greater desire to be penetrated.

The hyper mare’s rut, made her nuts throb and pulse, carrying seed not planted in a womb. It had gotten so bad, the horse’s nuts gurgled with longing at a mere thought of sex. In fact, the horse found, her nuts would octuple instantaneously. Stretched, inflated with an overwhelming amount of seed.

It was scary, the Indagator found, her assets, packed with so many sexual fluids, a small leak could flood a country. But tempting, if Amanda had ever lost herself, as she did when she was young, there wouldn’t just be thousands of liters of fluids lying about. Instead, billions and trillions of liters, drowning the whole planet.

“Indagator” The polar bear interrupted the mare’s thought. “Think carefully, what do you truly want out of your growth?”

To get bigger and bigger. The thought turned the mare on, and soon she felt warm again. Stepping outside she grew and grew. Her genitals further inflated, roaring and churning. Rapidly, Amanda gained height at a superhuman rate. As she went from hundreds of centimeters to thousands of centimeters.

While the futanari’s assets, showed what growth truly meant. Creaking and bloating Amanda began to shake the mountain. Her endowments, burbling and gurgling with increasing loudness. With sizes so far beyond any major landmark. Amanda’s milking cups would soon become a forgotten memory, as the mare flooded the world. Her genitals consuming the rest in size, becoming worlds themselves.

“Amanda! You must not lose yourself! What is it you truly want?!” The polar-bear’s yelled.

What do I want? The mare’s mind echoed. Control. Quickly the horse came to a stop. Her height, stretched across the galaxy. With her endowments, forever dwarfing the mare’s own body, achieving cosmically larger.

Amanda was skeptical she could still breathe. In fact, as the Indagator made a spot-check. She found Earth, a tiny, pale blue dust-particle, and them. With horse-cocks, fully erect, having gotten past numerous solar systems in length, stretching to the very edge of the galaxy, thicker with more girth than star systems.

While the futa’s quad nuts extended so far, each one expanded far through the galaxy. It would take numerous light years to get around a single testicle. Stuffed with seed, Amanda’s testes proudly roared into the emptiness of space.

Just above the futa’s cocks, her udder, grown past several solar systems in distance, with sheer size alone, took up a major portion of the galaxy. The mare’s dual-busts and horse-pussies, exhibited similar characteristics. Together, the mare’s endowments rapidly formed star-sized globes of sexual fluids. Gushing with such awesome force, Amanda was propelled through space at near light-speed.

“Amanda.” The mare heard a familiar voice. “What you are experiencing is real, what size you are is the truth. I have just placed you in a pocket dimension.” The guru paused. “If you have sight on your desire, then think, how would you achieve it?”

Amanda, the size of a galaxy with countless stacked atop, thought. The horse recalled the warmth she had felt every time there was a spurt. Even now as she indulged in her desire for bigger. Yet a subtle force, more akin to the crushing depths of the ocean concerned the mare. She didn’t know what it was. But an idea popped up in her mind. Gravity. With a deep breath, Amanda recalled the warmth she had felt. Soon she shrunk, assets maintaining titanic ratios as the horse’s height fell. And soon, Amanda found herself face down, atop her colossal assets, of a height, she had lost long before.

The cold seeped back into the mare’s fur, as the familiar white snow and mountainous, rocky terrain returned. The horse remained warm, like she was growing, tighter than a rope, with assets overshadowing her body. The leakage was more tamed, as she didn’t flood countries. Instead, creating extensive pools beneath her.

“How tall am I?” Amanda quickly asked, struggling to shield her excitement.

The polar bear assumed the same height of Amanda. “Two-hundred eighty-five centimeters.”

The horse smiled. “I can-” Interrupting herself the mare grew out her size again. “How tall am I now?”

The polar-bear, matching Amanda’s height again responded. “Five-hundred twelve centimeters.”

There was a greater leak at a larger size. But the mare’s assets held onto nothing less than body-overshadowing for size. Again the mare grew, and again the mare’s assets held onto her otherworldly ratios. Shrinking again, the mare tried for smaller.

“I can’t shrink past 285 cm.” The horse stated in observation.

The polar-bear anthro smiled. “I’m glad you have claimed control. You have passed the second trial.”

“What’s the last trial?”

“The trial of the spirit. Sit down and meditate on what matters the most.”

“How?”

“Take a seat next to me.” The guru motioned.

Taking a seat, Amanda, much to her surprise, found no crack in sight.

“Now close your eyes and focus only on your breathing.” The anthro watched, as Amanda closed her eyes. “Good, now focus on the question: What matters the most?”

What matters the most? The mare’s mind echoed. The answer seemed straightforward at first. Doing my job. It made the horse unsatisfied. Is it? The horse questioned herself. No. My growth. The horse’s assets lurched in agreement. The sizes, productivity, everything. Amanda’s assets broiled like a sea.

The slow churn. Like a mixer, larger than the planet, Amanda’s testes, turned the seed. Milk, trapped in the mare’s tits and udder, swirled like a maelstrom. Amanda's assets palpitated with need. Ohh. Amanda moaned. The glorp, burble, and gurgle, delighting the mare. So stuffed. The Indagator reached down and touched her sack, as it sat lazily before her.

Amanda’s nuts tremored suddenly in response, like a monster of its own. So. Much. Seed. Again the mare’s quad testes warbled with fury. So tight and stretched. Amanda felt the skin, hidden beneath her fur. Briefly, there was a microscopic release, as pre geyesered out of the futanari’s cocks, drenching the mountainside.

And you. The horse reached over, dragging her palm over a single cock. Both stood erect, towering far past the tallest skyscraper. Or should I say the both of you? With her other hand, Amanda touched her second cock. So big and thick. The horse continued, petting her dicks. Pulsing with pleasure, the mare’s tongue lolled out of her mouth.

Amanda’s cocks, thumped with gratification. I could worship you all day. Up and down the mare groped her shafts, tumescent, and horse-like. I can see you. The horse, looked up and found the blunt head of her cocks, expansive, far, far above her. Pre rained down like thick globs of glue. Running down the length. So slick and wonderful. The horse bit her lip peering at the monstrosity of her cocks. I can shove you in a pussy so small, so petite, and you’d slide right in.

Oh __h! The mare moaned again, a spike in the horse’s udder. I mustn’t forget you. Closing her eyes again, the mare lightly touched her udder and cooed. So stuffed and backed-up. With so much milk. The horse began to smile delicately rubbing her udder. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’ll always remain that way. No matter how hard I milk you, you always manage to make more. The mare’s udder, groaned in joy, as it spilled more milk down the mountain.

S __o stiff and humongous. The mare whispered to herself. But the milk you make, always never-ending. Amanda’s udder, bubbled excitedly. But, let’s not forget these. Amanda moved onto her twin busts. E_ xpansive._ Amanda continued to whisper. She peered at her tits, consuming her periphery, so far beyond the horse, shadowing the mare’s own body. All four of you, so stuffed, huh?

The horse closed her eyes again, right on cue Amanda’s tits groaned and pulsed for release, stretched far past the mare’s craziest desires. You feel so good though. Packed with this much milk, strained with your own production. Amanda’s tits roiled once again, as oceans and oceans of milk turned over again and again. Milk, gushed out of them providing momentary relief. The horse chuckled to herself. That’d never be enough. You’re already more stuffed than you were I can-.

The mare’s tits lurched, a great weight, forcibly pushing against them. Unf. Feel it. The strain on the horse’s tits had noticeably grown. Now you're going to send-. Again Amanda’s assets interrupted her, as the rest stretched and strained, pushing past her limits. The rest off. The horse’s tongue continued to loll, as she dwelt on her extreme assets.

Slowly, Amanda reached over her back, down past her rear. I can barely reach you puss __ies. Amanda grazed the top of her colossal horse-pussies. So big, so productive. Amanda’s pussies pulsed painting the mountainside in her fluids. I think you’re the only vaginas in the world that can take my length with ease. Everyone else-.

The mare’s vaginas throbbed and enlarged. The man-swallowing vulva opened like a cave. The mare’s exceptional clits, hung low, long and firm, and vibrated with arousal. Get stretched. Amanda smiled, as she grazed both her gargantuan pussies with each of her hands. Oh, but the amount of kids I can make. The horse bit her lip again. A number, hotter than Hell _._ With a belly, bigger than a galaxy. Amanda moaned in bliss, as her pussies assaulted her senses with a pump, pulse, and throb.

Amanda’s cocks, feeling left out, followed shortly. Oh, yes I know. You can make so many babies. With your thick, virile seed. Amanda’s dicks quivered and thrummed. The mare’s scrotum, burned with need as the horse found her rut, deeper than the Mariana Trench, and a heat, brighter than the sun. The horse’s paired wombs begged for seed, pussies desperate for penetration, Amanda’s dicks desperate for release.

With the mare’s, thick, heady pre, she slathered her shaft pulling them inside her tits. Enveloped by the warm flesh, her tits bloated with milk. Soon, Amanda rode her shaft, the best she could at her extreme sizes until her balls shook, like a volcano ready to blow. And she came. Harder than anyone else, louder than a rocket. Amanda went off like a nuke the explosion of pleasure bursting through her nerves.

Milk gorged out of her tits and udder, the mare’s pussy poured fem-lube with force. Amanda thought for sure she’d drown the planet. But, as she rode her climax, the mare heard a voice.

“What matters the most?”

As the mare’s mind cleared, her heat and rut, filled her to the brim with the desire to breed and be bred. But, the mare could think and act herself. As the sexual dynamo inside, was a part of her. It’s also-. The mare continued to think. My friends. Memories of the mare’s coworker, Novella, another mare with the leviathan gene and a herm flashed before her. Amanda recalled her nights at the bar. The days she went out for mini-golf. And the numerous steamy nights. As she fucked for an unprecedented amount of time.

Then Amanda saw Letha, dragging the mare to whichever exhibit struck the wolf’s fancy. Or whatever concert Letha favored. Of course, Letha, another herm bestowed with the gene, frequently banged Amanda.

From Letha, the horse saw numerous familiar faces. Friends she’s met, people she’d help. Is it only my friends? The horse thought. No. It’s the everyday people. From the Ms. Foxingtons, to the Alberts, to the Bobs, and Ashely’s. Amanda recollected the many people she’d helped, and the many people which thanked her with a smile.

What matters the most? The question echoed again. Safety, and the people. The fights I fight for them. The world, I keep from burning. And my friends, which were there for me.

Amanda opened her eyes, her dicks retreated, her leakage lessened. The mare pulled out, back into the real-world.

“What happened?”

“I saw you growing and put you inside a pocket dimension.” The polar-bear answered.“How do you feel?”

Amanda paused momentarily. “More myself.”

“And your growth?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The anthro smiled. “Then you have passed the final trial. You’ve looked inside, found what you hated, and learned to embrace it, accept it as a part of you. Now, wise Indagator what will you do?”

“Stop a war.”