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An encounter with a giant asylum ghost leaves Indagator Amanda Liam growing. Her already mountainous assets dwarf their previous size as they swell 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. As each contestant is training monsters to do their bidding.

The horse, hesitant at first, decides to believe the organization as they give the Indagator crucial information about where to find the first offender. Along the path, Taliss, the horse's boss, recalls her back to the organization.

Interrupting the conversation, the hermaphrodite mare encounters a hill that is a giant sand ogre. Battling the beast, the futa discovers her new size to be too large for her weapons. Desperate, the mare finds a new weapon, her titanic endowments.

After the battle, a team sent to retrieve her determines the ogre’s appearance as unusual and plans to investigate.

Chapter 13 – An Escape

As the mare arrived at the Nostrum Organization, she was approached by a centaur.

“Good, you made it back. Your license will be debated shortly.”

“There was a giant sand ogre in the open.” The mare crossed her arms.

“I’ve already given out an assignment for it.” Taliss quickly replied.

The horse irritably grunted. “Why is the organization concerned about reigniting old fears?”

The centaur sighed. “You and I both know that Indagators were not well received in the past. In fact, many-”

“Many typically enjoyed mercenary work.” The hyper mare interrupted. “That happened a long time ago. I doubt people even remember it.”

“It’s written down in the history textbooks.” The centaur calmly replied.

“I’m sure it is, yet most people I encounter don’t even notice I’m an Indagator.” The hermaphrodite mare glared down at the centaur.

“Most people don’t even care what you are. That, I can agree on. But there’s still those that do.”

The horse snorted. “I don’t care. I should be out there cracking down on this mission. Not sitting around.” Amanda motioned with her arm.

“I understand that, Amanda, but there is still the concern."

“Hmph. It’s stupid.”

“Well, regardless of your thoughts, there will still be the debate. I'd recommend not causing any more trouble." As the centaur turned around, he asked the hyper horse, “How did you deal with that sand ogre?”

With a sigh, Amanda responded. "I used my tits, udder, dicks, and balls.”

The centaur rotated around again, his brow high. “I think you forgot one. Well, more like two.”

“My vaginas would squish and not help. I didn’t use them on purpose.” The mare nonchalantly responded.

Taliss slowly nodded. “What happened with your weapons?”

“My hands are too big for them.”

“Well done then.” The centaur respectfully responded, then left.

“What you plan on doing now, darl'in?" Novella asked Amanda.

The mare turned her head to the speckled mare beside her.

“Wait. As I’d rather stay in this field of work.”

Unable to leave the organization for the time, Amanda ventured to her office. There was still paperwork she had to do. But, as herm mare sat down, she found the laptop too small for her hands. Shit. The mare thought to herself. I’ll call the IT department.

But, as the mare grabbed her cell phone, she stopped and swore. The futa was faced with the same issue. Searching her office for alternatives, Amanda found her desk phone. Standing over the desk, the horse was thankful she had donned her cloak. Otherwise, the mare reasoned, there would be no way she could reach it. Despite this, the mare still faced the same problem.

Searching her office, the hermaphrodite mare found her sword, similar to a stick about as long as her calves. Carefully she grabbed her blade and dialed a number.

“Hello? IT department, who’s calling?”

“Amanda Liam, Indagator.” The horse had to shout.

“Ah. Is there anything wrong with your laptop?”

“It’s too small now.”

“Ah. Is there anything else too small?”

“My cellphone and desk phone as well. My desktop still is as well.” The horse had bent over, speaking in a average volume.

“We’re aware of the desktop issue. Let me see what we can do to fix it. I’ll call you back if we get anything.”

“Thank you.” The horse steadily answered.

The mare carefully placed the handset back on the receiver and waited. As the herm horse did so, she felt an all too familiar warmth again. Oh shit. The mare thought. Soon, Amanda found the room reshaping itself again as the mare felt her limbs lengthen like an unwinding rope. Except, the string unwinded like an anchor was attached, plummeting toward the ocean floor. On top of this, the mare felt her tits, already mountainous, balloon outward like an overfilled water balloon.

They powered forward akin to a formula one car down a raceway. With a ground-shaking gurgle, glorp, lurch and churn. As they bubbled, becoming increasingly stuffed with ever more milk. The roiling ocean beneath becomes a sloshing ocean the size of Pluto. The new production dwarfed the previous output as if it was nothing more than a drop in the sea.

The rest of the hyper hermaphrodite mare's assets followed suit. As their quad-balls exploded outward, as if a nuke had been set off inside them as they gurgled and glorped, with such ferocity, it could be mistaken as the shockwave.

The mare's udder acted similarly. The horse's twinned sky-scraper-sized horse-cocks, lurched forward. Ever thicker, ensuring the shadow they’d cast would always eclipse several city blocks. Assuring their previous size would be nothing more than a distant memory.

As the warmth slowly faded, Amanda gasped, breathing for air as the mare's perpetual, overpowering, sexual dynamos increased a thousandfold. Amanda was ready to grab the nearest victim and breed them while being bred by another. The horse's womb cried out for any seed as they turned a single drop, of the worst quality, into world-populating quantities. While the mare’s raging virility would make a single drop yield millions and billions of offspring.

Amanda was pulled back into the real world as the mare's phone rang. The mare found herself so hot it was as if the sun had decided to target her with all its life-giving rays. Wiping the sweat off her brow, the mare answered the phone.

“H-hello?” The herm breathed.

“Amanda?” The voice sounded confused. “You all right? Sound like you ran a marathon.”

“I’m fine.” The mare carefully steadied her voice. “Can you get me a new laptop?”

“We’ve decided not to fulfill your request. As we got information that you’re continuously growing.”

Slowly regaining control, the hyper mare shook her head. "What? How am I supposed to work?”

“We’re unsure. But we’ve put in a ticket to the Indagator department as to what to do.”

Amanda sighed. “Fine.”

“We're really sorry, Indagator. Hope you have a good rest of your day."

With a clunk, the line ended.

“DAMMIT!” The mare shouted, clenching her fists. “How tall am I now?!”

Amanda, taking up her sword, measured her height at 1270cm. I’m- The horse interrupted herself. No, that can’t be right. Again the hyper horse was measured. Only to find the same result. With a defeat, the mare fell down on her cushy rear. At least I still haven't outgrown my cloak. The mare looked at the bright side. But how the hell am I ever going to get my license back?

***

Over the next few days, with no computer to do her work or missions she was allowed to take, Amanda decided to run some errands.

“Amanda." Taliss grabbed the herm mare by her arm. "If you're going out, we require you to be invisible or ask someone else for help."

The Indagator glared at the centaur. “Will the organization require somebody to accompany me while I sleep? Or while I eat dinner? Or while I take a shit?!” The horse raised her voice.

The centaur frowned. "No, Amanda-” The centaur paused. “I don’t want to loose my best Indagator.

“So now, you don’t want to lose your best employee?”

The horse snorted, twisting her arm out of the centaur’s grip.

“Did the organization ever consider an underground war going on right now? That maybe my size isn’t as important as they let it? Hell, have you even considered it?!” The herm shouted.

"Look, Amanda, as someone on the debate, I am fighting tooth and nail to keep your license. And I might be able to pull it off. But the other members need to know you’re still reliable.”

“Then maybe have them look over the sand ogre I found or the underground war I discovered. Tell them to take that into their calculations.” The mare venomously replied.

Storming off, the mare found herself in the cafeteria. Novella, another hyper mare, waved her over. Sitting down next to the speckled mare, the metal bench groaned in protest as Amanda felt the seat collapse, leaving the dark brown mare on the floor. Amanda's fists were clenched as she felt her black nails dig into her fur.

“Amanda, honey, something on your mind?" The speckled mare asked.

Breathing deeply, the horse responded. "The Indagator department is more afeared of my size than an imposing war."

“What war? And why?” Novella asked.

Briefly, Amanda covered what she'd learned on her mission.

“That's a mighty fine train wreck you've found yerself in, darlin." Novella’s accent drooled on. “But there are still regulations to be followed.”

“Hmph. There isn't a regulation regarding the maximum size of an Indagator."

“There might be now because of you, Amanda." Letha, a wolfwoman, responded.

“Then it’d be a new regulation targeted for me.” The mare begrudgingly ate her food.

“Amanda, I think you need to take a step back and let your more logical-self kick in.” Onyx, a female dragoness, chimed in. "Instead of letting yourself get carried away. How about you tell us why you’re so upset.”

“Hmph," Amanda grunted in response.

“We assumed it was related to yer license, but clearly, there's something else going on. If its got, you riled up like this.” Novella motioned to the other mare.

Amanda paused for a moment, weighing her options.

“We are here for you, Amanda, and care a lot about you," Letha responded.

“Fine.” The mare let out a sigh. “It’s my growth. I’ve got no control over it.” The herm’s voice was steady.

The mare’s friends peered at each other, smiling. Amanda, carefully watching them, raised a brow.

“Amanda, your whole growth thing is sexy." Novella lecherously smiled. "It’s so you. We were just talking about how much fun we'd have with you as big as you are."

“And how you’d fill us up.” The wolf’s mouth drooled as fabric ripped, followed by a solid WHUMP against the metal table. Shortly afterward, Amanda found Novella peeling down the zipper to her bodysuit as her horse-cock sprang out, smashing into the table. While the front of Onyx’s bodysuit was soaked with breast milk.

“Knowing you, I'm sure you like it as well," Novella added.

“Hmph. I still don’t have any control over it.” Amanda grunted in response.

“Well, that sounds like a problem that'll fix itself, darlin. Knowing you, I'd guess you'll figure it out sooner rather than later.” Novella smiled.

“There's a reason you're the top-," The wolfess briefly paused. "horse."

“We've seen you fight," Onyx added.

“And how you’ve cracked cases wide open.” Novella continued beaming.

Amanda sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Over the next few days, Amanda opted for a badge of invisibility to run errands. A downside, she found, was its need to be charged after a single outing. The mare also noted how it rapidly heated up, as if working overtime to cover someone as tall as her. Despite this, as the mare finished her routine, she found her office warmer than usual.

With a furrow of a brow, the mare investigated the thermostat. Only to find the temperature was sufficiently low.

“Hmph.” The mare grunted to herself. Then why am I-? The horse’s thoughts came to a sudden stop. Another growth spurt?! As to confirm, the mare’s body responded. Quickly Amanda found the size of her office began to adjust as the mare piled on centimeter after centimeter of height. While the mare’s nuts, hideously swollen, ballooned.

Amanda watched her enormous nuts cartoonishly bloat. As if the largest fire-hose had been jammed straight into her nuts. Its insurmountable pressure skyrocketed. The only difference she knew, it was no water pressure. Soon, the mare found herself in a state of excitement, so hot and flustered she could fuck a marathon. In fact, the herm swore she could hear her nuts lurch and churn as they bloated far past the size of any skyscraper.

In fact, with the balls she possessed, Amanda knew there wasn’t a single mate in the world she couldn’t breed. Yet it was the mare's nuts, combined with the rest of her, set the Indagator off like a firework. The horse's genitals sought to ensure their previous size would seem ant-like compared to their new heights. Which the mare knew were already titanic.

As the warmth faded, Amanda found herself subject to their own sexual dynamo, generating levels of arousal the mare’s previous size could only dream of. In fact, the horse felt the resounding, throaty, thump, thump, thump her now sky-scraper-shadowing horse-dongs generated. Combined with slosh, gurgle, churn that’d deafen a whole country.

It was all too tempting for Amanda to simply strip their cloak and tit-fuck herself while udder-fucking herself. Yet, as the mare wrestled for control again, she found a new feeling. The mare felt a blanket was placed lightly over their tits.

In fact, as Amanda pondered it further. The mare felt the same blanket gently touching the tips of her enormous horse-cocks, around her nutsack, and calmly touching their bloated equine pussies. While the mare found this blanket more enveloping around their udder. Looking down, the Indagator found the tips of her genitals, with a rough outline of her udder, against their cloak.

The cloak had reached its limit. Any more growth would fail to cover the mare's body. The mare swore as the herm measured her new height. I’m 1530cm tall?! The mare practically screamed in her head. But, before she swore again, Amanda stopped herself. Fuck this!

Quickly the mare began rummaging around her office as the horse recalled a file Vlad had given her. Fortunately, the herm found it and began searching through it. The guru. Amanda found the page detailing a polar-bear anthro living in the alps, nearby a small town. But, just as the mare snatched the paper and began her journey to the portal room. The Indagator recalled what Taliss had told her.

I’m not allowed to leave the organization. But Vlad might have an inside man. The futa began searching through the file again until she found a list of people. Under each name, a place was listed. One such name was "Anwald Nordhal"; underneath was "Nostrum Organization." With a smile, the Indagator ventured outside her office to the Indagator receptionist.

"Letha. I need you to look up the name for me." Amanda’s voice was flat and steady.

The hyper wolfess curled her brow. “All right, what for Amanda?”

“They might help me out.”

The wolfwoman leveled her gaze at the mare. "If you leave un-authorized, there will be trouble.”

“I don’t care.” The horse quickly responded.

The wolfess shrugged. "All right, give me 20 minutes, and I'll get your man."

Waiting around, Amanda found herself more attentive to their surroundings. The horse knew what she was about to do.

“Got him. He works at the center of communications.”

The mare paused for a moment. That sleazy bastard. The mare thought.

“Amanda?” Letha peered up at the horse. “Do you know this man?”

“No. Thank you, Letha.” With that, the mare left.

Amanda entered the communications department and found a maze of servers, wires, and blinking lights. As anthros and humans lined the walls with phones and computers. The mare tapped the first one she saw on the shoulder. The cow-anthro turned around, nearly falling off their chair at the sight of the big mare.

“That’s the largest udder I’ve ever seen.” The cow’s eyes were glued to the outlines on the mare’s cloak.

“Do you know where I can find Anwald Norhal?” Amanda quickly asked.

“The fox?”

Amanda recalled the man’s picture. “Yes.”

“He just left for the armory.”

Amanda left the room in a hurry. As she reached the armory, she asked a woman behind the counter. “I need my cloak tuned again, and I’m searching for Anwald Nordhal.” The horse’s voice was stony.

“Anwald just came in; I can let him know you're searching for him. I will need a name, though."

“Amanda Liam, Indagator.”

The man nodded. “Can I see your badge then?”

The horse handed the man her badge and carefully searched for the fox-anthro.

“All right, we’ll let Anwald know you came searching. I can take you to a different room, as it's listed here; you have the leviathan-gene."

The mare nodded and waited in their room. It was here the horse got the chance to fully appreciate how much she’d grown. As the mare peered over tits that dwarfed skyscrapers. Pressing them, the horse found them tighter than a drum, packed with so much milk the mare could scream, not in pain but in pleasure. A simple push caused oceans of milk to come gushing out into their cups.

The sensation felt like four boulders of the largest size, held up by its own overwhelming production. The mare's udder felt the same way, albeit tripled. As the mare’s udder was triple the size. There was no way Amanda could reach it. As the mare’s quad-tits were too large. But the horse could feel it all too well. Its constant throb and swell ensured her it'd never be less than obscene.

Of course, the mare reasoned, there was also their gigantic horse-dongs. Overshadowing even the world's most giant skyscrapers. They slumbered in their sheathes, ready to be awakened and show the world what was truly meant by the word hyper. In fact, as the mare thought about their cocks, Amanda couldn't remember the last time she could wrap their arms around them. As they'd gotten so large. Amanda also noted several oceans-worth of pre gushed into their milking cups.

An issue caused by the mare's nuts. Amanda found it hard to recall the last time she touched her nuts. As the mare's tits prevented her from reaching them. Despite their more extensive nature. Swollen with so much semen, there was a constant low-grade current. Like a giant mixer had been placed in her sack, turning the semen, over and over, when the mare knew it was the combined production of their four colossal testes. Throbbing and gurgling.

Fortunately for the horse, it was as tight as her other assets. Stuffed with so much seed, it was just another boulder attached to the mare. One that spat out its own level of enjoyment. The last part the mare recalled was their twin horse-pussies. With man-swallowing vulva's, obscene as the rest of her, it roiled and churned, letting down a planet's worth of fem-lube. Into their milking cups.

The mare looked at herself, feeling their titanic assets' combined mass and churn. There was a constant inferno deep within the futa's nuts. As the mare was in a perpetual rut. The need to breed was all-consuming. Combined with the need to be bred. The horse's gigantic womb burned brightly in heat. These feelings, the herm knew, were signs of the mare’s otherworldly fertile and virile nature. It’d drive anyone mad. Fortunately, Amanda was not anyone.

Soon, the man behind the counter opened the door. He paused momentarily, his eyes bewildered at what he saw.

“Is my cloak done?” The Indagator inquired with a flat tone.

“Uh, yes, Indagator." The man paused, then gathering whatever focus he had left, spoke up. “Anwald is waiting for you outside.”

Amanda, remaining silent, watched the man give her one last look and shut the door. Throwing on their cloak, the futa mare watched her obscene assets disappear. The cloak's more extensive interior made the mare appear nondescript. A trick Amanda quite enjoyed, as she felt them all the same.

“Anwald," Amanda spoke in her usual tone. The horse peered down at the more normal-sized fox-anthro. “I heard they’re selling fish at the bakery.” The horse watched Anwald’s eyes glitter, “Odd, I thought it was a bakery.”

“Not while it’s a fish store.”

The fox smiled. “Shall we go for a walk?”

“I can't." The mare responded, annoyed. "I need permission first."

“Do you, though?" The anthro grinned. "Or do you just need this?"

The fox handed her a badge of invisibility. “How did you get this?”

“From you.” The fox continued to smile.

The mare shot him a quizzical look.

“Now put that on, and I'll meet you at the portal room entrance.”

Pinning the badge to their cloak, the herm meandered to the portal room entrance.

“I’m here.” The mare stated, standing next to Anwald.

The fox morph continued to peer around the hall.

“Anwald," Amanda spoke again.

Still, the fox seemed utterly oblivious.

Ripping off the badge, the mare appeared next to Anwald.

"Jesus, Amanda!" The fox-anthro jumped. “You startled me.”

“When did my invisibility badge mute my voice?” The mare recalled wearing one to run errands earlier in the day.

“When I secretly exchanged it for a higher-end one." A smile. “Come.” Anwald motioned the mare inside, where she was met with two others. “This is Bernard and Ashely.”

“Man, you really are large." A male hyena anthro stated, peering up at the horse.

“How big are you underneath the cloak?” The parrot blushed. “There’s been a lot of hearsay lately.”

“Big enough to the point this room would warp if I removed my cloak.”

The parrot peered around the sizeable room. "How much?"

“Enough to fit tits larger than skyscrapers.” Amanda bluntly replied.

The parrot’s eyes flew wide open. “Holy…” She remained silent.

Anwald smiled. "Good, now where do you want to go, Amanda? We can only teleport you once or twice."

“The alps.” The mare responded.

“Where exactly in the alps?” Anwald inquired.

Amanda pulled out a paper she’d kept stuffed in her tits and handed it to the man.

“Ah. The guru.” The fox peered over the paper. “Vlad mentioned you might be interested in him.” He handed the form back to the mare.

“We can get you there. Just try not to get caught and sent back to us.”

The fox-anthro smiled and motioned to the other two. The parrot began tacking away at a keyboard while the hyena pulled on the frame.

“Frame's fine, boss." The hyena stated.

“Destination’s set.” The parrot answered.

“Turn it on.”

With a lever pull, the giant, tan portal frame sputtered on. Its circular center was replaced with an image of a town.

“How long do you think you’ll be out there?” Anwald inquired.

“However long it takes.” The mare responded.

Nodding, the fox stepped aside. "Good luck on your journey, horse."