Chapter 1 - The Mission
After Amanda's time at the Asylum made her suddenly grow. She receives a new mission about an uptick in drug dealings.
Amanda had hoped her growing problem would stop. Unfortunately, she was now 385cm tall, with two sets of pool-filing tits and an udder which filled more than just a pool. To add to her troubles her twin horse-cocks now towered over the Eiffel Tower when only at twelfth-mast.
This was problematic as they had also gotten much thicker and her sheathes had grown so large it was impossible to fit them in any normal clothing. Although, she recalled it had always been near-impossible to stuff herself in any sensible pants.
Below her clothe destroying horse-cocks, swung a colossal nutsack. It was packed with four testicles and barely gave her any ground clearance. It showed similar growth. On the back, she had a pair of ridiculously pumped, puffy horse-ginas. Between her bubby rear, she had a standard donut-shaped tail-hole. Ever since the day she had fought the lion-morph, her sexual organs had grown at a much more rapid pace.
They now constantly spewed several oceans' worth of sexual fluids. It had gotten so bad, she found herself flooding the entire Indagator branch of the Nostrum Organization every minute. Fortunately, she learned the organization had been working on a solution as the number of complaints from the Indagator branch had quadrupled.
The solution the Nostrum Organization devised was to use her body's knack of spewing with the assistance of a pump, to constantly milk her, storing her fluids in a tank. This tank would appear small on the outside allowing for easy mobility. All she needed to do was clip it on her belt. Inside the tank, was a pocket dimension dynamically changing its size to contain her virtually infinite amount of fluids.
The downside was, she had to constantly wear it. Which as the days dragged on, she found less of a downside and more of a blessing. Simply due to the fact, despite her rapid growth, her production constantly overwhelmed her titanic reproductive organs. Now, it was impossible to live without it. As her production had grown from making oceans every femtosecond to making oceans every yoctosecond. It had increased by a factor of a million.
Additionally, Amanda was glad she constantly gushed fluids. As it helped with the milking. Now she accomplished her tasks with low-profile tubes attached to every reproductive organ she had. But, she still had the problem of her growth. Her body constantly grew in size, as did her sexual organs growing from colossal to astronomical. It was as if they knew they had room to grow as her height continued to climb.
It was a good thing that the Nostrum Organization was its plane of existence. As it enabled every room inside to dynamically size itself. Currently, she had no control over when her growth spurts occurred. What made it dangerous was how every new spurt dwarfed the previous. If nothing is done, she might dwarf even the tallest skyscrapers.
Despite this, she found herself going through her work email. An email sent by her boss caught her attention. It was a request to track down a suspected mass distribution net of a drug known as "HyperX." A highly illegal drug that caused incredible growth. It was dangerous, as it killed thousands of anthros annually.
Odd. She thought. Indagators don’t get involved with drug trades. As she read through the email, it detailed the drug net in question is suspected to use monsters. Further details showed the first suspected lead to be a dealer known as “Buff-Gee.” He was a 215cm tall Minotaur. The document attached to the email showed the spots he was expected to spend time on. Hmph. I should be able to arrange a fake meeting.
At the end of the email, it's noted how she will be required to work with the police department. Not surprising. She proceeded to call up the police of the area to begin her mission.
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It didn’t take long for the setup to be arranged. Amanda waited in a dirty alley somewhere in New York City. It was late evening. Just before she had left she underwent another spurt and now stood 415cm tall. The rest of her assets had more than quadrupled as well. The constant churning, sloshing and groaning her sexual organs made had seemed to have only gotten louder underneath her cloak.
Amanda’s sharp senses easily made out the clop of hooves against concrete. As a hooded figure, carrying a backpack approached her. It hesitated for a moment, then lowered its hood to unveil the face of a bull with horns curved back. His eyes showed a flicker of fear quickly replaced by a macho-man gaze as he straightened his back.
“You Missus Endowed?"
Amanda regretted letting her boss pick her nickname.
“Yep.”
The Minotaur examined Amanda’s cloaked body more closely.
“Can’t say if your name’s accurate as I can’t see anything but whatever. You wanted some HyperX?”
A nod. The Minotaur reached into his backpack and pulled out a box containing a set of 12 syringes filled with a clear green fluid.
“Three-hundred-and-fifty.”
Amanda pulled out the cash she carried and handed it over to the Minotaur. He thumbed through the wad of cash and nodded.
“Make sure to inject it once every week in the desired place you want to grow.”
With that, the Minotaur looked both ways, and donned his hood again, and walked away.
“You have him?” A male voice spoke in an earpiece she wore.
“Yep.” She responded.
“Tail him.”
Amanda smiled. She stayed in the shadows, tracking the Minotaur. He led her down many roads and alleys to an old run-down building. Its grey, boring look blended into the concrete jungle.
“He went inside. You got my location?” The Indagator whispered.
“Copy, head on in, we’ll surround the perimeter.”
Amanda nodded, then approached the door. To her surprise, it creaked open. Could be a trap. With a silent shink she drew her sword and entered the building. Inside, she was surrounded by several animal morphs holding guns. The Minotaur stood toward the back behind them.
“Well boys, look what we got here. Police mare come sniffing for some trouble huh?"
A male hyena-morph walked out of the shadows, his muzzle was grizzled, and a scar was painted over one of his eyes. He wore a polo shirt and a pair of shorts. Amanda spun her sword around her wrist.
“Think a police chump such as yourself can survive us?” The hyena threatened.
“I don’t think you’ll find me as one of your police chumps.” Amanda smiled.
“Boss, she’s-she’s,” a horse-morph stuttered staring into her green cat-like eyes. He trembled in fear, Amanda could see the horseman was horrified.
“She’s a what?” The hyena spoke, irritated.
“An Indagator.” The words carried enough weight to silence them all. Every other member stared at her horrified. They slowly began backing away. The hyena saw it as well, fear flickered in his eyes as he slowly retreated with his men.
The horsewoman cracked another smile. “Now then, we can do this the hard way or the easy way.”
“Have you all shit your pants in the presence of this bitch! We outnumber her ten to one! We can take her!” The Minotaur she had spoken to yelled.
“Shut it, Andre!" One of the other men called out.
“No! I’m not gonna stand idly by and shit my pants!” He barged his way through the crowd of anthros brandishing a pistol.
“All right bitch, I bet I can put a bullet into you before you can react!” He leveled his gun at her head.
“Challenge accepted.” She smirked. Within the blink of an eye, Amanda cut down the Minotaur with only a single stroke of her blade. He collapsed to the ground with a thud.
“Anyone else wanna test me?” She growled.
“Andre!” An anthro beside her charged her enraged. She whirled around the anthro avoiding his strike cutting his spine, leaving him on the ground dead. Her blade was stained red.
“Anybody else?” While the Indagator under any normal circumstance wouldn’t put up a show as she was now, her current situation was an exception. As cartels were known to be ruthless. She was not about to take any chances with them.
"What do you want Indagator?" The hyena-morph's voice trembled in fear.
“Information regarding where you get your supplies.”
“You can’t possibly be serious. If I’d tell you we’d be ruined.”
“Not my problem. Would you rather be dead?”
They looked at each other in fear. “We’re dead if we tell you!”
“You have a choice then. Do you think you’ll survive your cartel better or me?”
After a brief silence, the hyena breathed a defeated sigh. “Fine. I’ll show you what we have.”
“Boss?” One of the anthro’s worriedly asked.
“Yeah, I know they’ll have our heads but looks like we’re shit out of luck here. Why the hell did the police send a dammed Indagator! Isn’t your job to take down monsters?!”
“Yes, and your cartel happens to use some.”
The hyena-morph sarcastically laughed. “You’re kidding right?”
“No, I’m not.”
“That’s crazy talk, there’s no way we’d use monsters to do our bidding. That’s-”
“Ridiculous? Trust me I know.”
The hyena, despite the horsewoman's input, seemed baffled.
“Now are you going to give me the information I requested or not?”
The hyena reluctantly lead her to a booth with a desk.
“Surprised by the cooperation.”
He grumbled. “I’m doing this to increase our chances of survival.” Here, he shoved some papers into her arms. It was an encrypted map and cipher. “Now leave us alone.”
“Fine by me.” Amanda stepped outside. Soon, police cars surrounded the area and stormed the building.
“What’d you get? A map and a way to decipher it.”