Chapter 5 - Wardrobe Malfunction
Amanda finds herself in her office doing some research on the leads she found. But has to make a few calls to others. As she needed a new desk and some new armor. As her newfound size has her larger than ever before.
The mare continued to lean against the door. I need to get to the bottom of this. The thought popped up in the mare's mind. This damn growth. Amanda, despite her recent frustrations, secretly enjoyed it. To her, continuously growing turned her on. She was fond of having genitals, so ungodly huge, the only way she could practically fight with a weapon was a cloak, more extensive on the inside.
The thought led to a faint stirring at her crotch as the mare's obscene horse shafts seemed eager at the idea of getting bigger. Her nuts, churning louder, seemed to agree. But, before the mare let her fantasies run off, she quickly shook her head. Enjoyment later, mission now. She calmly stated inside her head. The mare’s desk disappeared beneath her mountainous breasts, and she felt her vast nuts bump against it.
Fuck. Amanda was thankful her office adjusted its size to her. The major downside to this was her desk did not, and neither did the rest of her furniture. As the stone bookshelves which lined the walls seemed undersized now. So too did the stone file cabinets next to them. Fortunately, a single marble pillar in the center of her office would never fail to be too small.
The horse hung her pistols and cloak off the marble pillar’s stone hooks and laid her rifle, formerly taller than she was, against it. She found a small closet. It was where she hung her kevlar bodysuit. As she took it off, the mare spotted several prominent tears. She swore, hung it up, and put on her casual, grey bodysuit. It only took one brief look for the mare to determine there was no way she was going to fit it now. I guess I’ll go naked. The mare thought to herself.
She then made a call on her desk phone requesting a new desk. Ten minutes later, a badger-anthro showed up. The badger paused briefly, their eyes glued to the horse's colossal tits. Amanda had given up retaining any professional look soon as she hit puberty. The badger continued to stare at the mare.
With a frown, the Indagator asked. "Can you get me a new desk?"
The badger cleared his throat. "Ahem, uh, one minute, I'll need to take a look." He stumbled over his words.
The mare rolled her eyes as she waited on the badger. “I don't know if we have a desk big enough for you, ma'am."
Amanda sighed. “Can you make one?”
The badger stared at her once again but caught himself. “I s-suppose. I’ll need to send someone over to take your measurements.”
“Fine," Amanda responded, annoyed.
“Is there anything else, ma'am?" The badger struggled with his words in his vain attempt to maintain eye contact.
“No. Just tell me when they’re on their way.”
The badger awkwardly bowed. "Of course, ma'am." He took one last look at the mare and left.
Amanda rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. While she was proud of her body and the sizes, it achieved. The mare hated how much attention it attracted. She made another call to the IT department requesting a laptop.
“Is there something wrong with your computer Amanda?”
“No. But I can’t use it right now.”
“Uh. May I ask why?”
“Because I’m too big.” Amanda calmly stated.
“Too big?” The person over the phone sounded puzzled. “I’m not sure I understand, ma’am.”
“My desk can’t fit me, and I can’t put the monitor on my tits.”
“Uh. Can you run that by me again, ma'am?"
Amanda let out another sigh. “I need a laptop to do research on a case. The monitor's base won't be stable on my boobs, and its cords aren't long enough."
“Your boobs, ma'am?" The IT person sounded confused.
“I have the leviathan-gene, and my boobs are some the biggest damn monoliths I've seen. I need a laptop, so I can do some research.”
“Ah. We’ll send one right away.”
“Thanks.” The mare hung up.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on her door. She opened it but failed to see the person beneath her mountainous cleavage. A short mouse-anthro took a few quick paces aside so Amanda could see them. He handed her a laptop, took one long glance, and left.
“Finally.” The horse spoke aloud as she took a seat against a wall. Her mammoth nutsack forced her to spread her legs wide but proved a firm leg rest. Her arms, pressed against her boobs, tacked away at the laptop's keyboard. What the hell is LNV? Amanda recalled the strange initials on the note. Page after page, she searched after LNV. Nothing? Amanda tapped her laptop’s keyboard.
The Nostrum Organization allowed into any government files. How is LNV absent? The thought bounced around inside the mare’s mind. She swore. Fine, I’ll take a look at the others. Yet, just as she began her research into Westdon Suppliers, there was a knock on her door.
“Come in.” Amanda had to raise her voice enough so it could be heard over her gurgling assets.
“Aman-” The voice stopped just as it began.
The horse guessed he was staring at her. “Are you here to take my measurements?” The mare couldn’t see anyone beyond her tits.
“Y-yes." The voice struggled, then paused. “I don’t think I have a long enough tape measure for you.”
“Then get one," Amanda responded, annoyed.
“Right away." With a soft click, Amanda figured the voice had left.
Continuing her research, Amanda discovered Westdon suppliers as a large company that sold various supplies to various companies. She found one of their headquarters in Brazil. That might be of interest. Amanda thought to herself, pulled up their website then quickly scribbled down their number. Then she heard a knock on her door again.
“Come in.” It was difficult to make out how many pairs of pawsteps she heard. As her groaning assets made it difficult. But she vaguely recalled two sets of pawsteps and a single set of footsteps. The mare, unable to see, placed her laptop aside and stood up. Her visitors were far enough away that she could barely distinguish a fox-anthro, a hyena-anthro, and a human. The fox held a sizeable wheel.
Amanda assumed it was the tape measure.
“Amanda, I’m back with some help if you don’t mind.” The fox-anthro spoke.
The horse studied the other two people and found them staring with a mixture of shock and awe.
“Your file has you down for a different-” There was a moment of hesitation. “size. Is there anything you want to tell us before we take your measurements?” The fox continued.
Amanda took a moment to decide if she wanted to inform them of her current situation. "I've undergone several growth spurts recently, and I'm not sure if they're about to stop." Amanda’s more practical mind kicked in.
“Ah. Then it might not be wise to make a desk for your current size.”
The horse spotted the human man gawking at her boobs.
“It might be better if we made one several sizes larger.” The hyena chipped in.
Amanda shook her head. "Not a good idea. I don't know how much I have grown. But I can tell each growth spurt is larger than the last."
“You mentioned you are not sure if your spurts will stop." The human man pulled his eyes away from the mare’s boobs.
Amanda nodded again. She found the hyena staring at her breasts again.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t take her measurements and do something else?” The man looked at his coworkers.
“Like what?” The mare questioned.
The man shrugged and looked at the fox. “Any ideas?”
The fox shook his head. “I’m afraid I’ve got no clue. If you keep growing, it might be best to remain sitting on the floor."
The mare sighed and found all three gawking at her boobs. “I can see the reason in that.” She found the human’s gaze wandering lower and swore she could his eyebrows leap off his face and run away. “I can deal with that for now, but my armor doesn't fit me anymore," Amanda responded. The human signaled the hyena's attention with a slight hand movement.
“Ah. I can talk to the armory and see what they can do for you if you like.” The fox spoke, oblivious to his companions gawking.
“I would appreciate that.” The mare responded. She found the hyena's mouth in an O shape.
“Very well. I'm very sorry we couldn't do anything, Indagator." The fox solemnly nodded and found his companions gawking. He nudged them and angrily whispered.
“Don’t stare! It’s rude!”
Amanda had heard the fox, rolled her eyes, and sat down again. Shortly afterward, she heard the soft click of the door again. Right, back on task. The mare shook her head, put her laptop back on her boobs, and continued her research. Westdon suppliers. Ah, their number. The mare recalled she’d written down their number. Quickly she searched around herself. Dammit, I left my phone in my bodysuit. The mare recalled.
As she retrieved her cellphone, the phone on her desk rang.
“Amanda Liam, Indagator speaking.” Somehow she managed to answer it without knocking it off.
“Evening Amanda, this is the armory speaking. We were informed that you need armor?”
“Yes. I’ve undergone several growth spurts and no longer fit my previous armor.”
“Ah. We can send someone over to measure.”
“No. That'd be pointless. I'm constantly growing, and I'm unsure if I'll ever stop. I need my cloak tuned with a larger interior in case I outgrow it, and I need some impromptu armor that doesn’t need my measurements to fit me.”
“Hmm.” There was a pause. “We have something that might fit your armor quota. But it’s highly experimental.”
“What is it?” Amanda’s voice remained steady.
“It's a magic bracelet that generates a shield around you. Like from Halo. But it doesn't always work, and the amount of damage it can take is laughable."
The mare heaved a sigh. “Is there anything you can do to make it consistently work, at least? So I'm not naked in the heat of battle?”
“We can try but can make no promises."
“Fine.” Amanda let out another frustrated sigh. “I’ll take whatever I can get.”
“All right. We’ll update you if we get the bracelet stable.”
Amanda hung up. “God dammit.” The herm muttered to herself. Then took a seat nearby her borrowed laptop and made a call.