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Amanda slowly regained consciousness. As her green eyes flickered open her muscles felt painful and sore. It felt as if they'd been torn like paper. Her blood felt like fire as the after-effects of the Indagator potion wore off. Exhaustion swept over her as she was reminded of the consequences excessive use of a new skill caused.

The horse-woman groaned and rolled over to meet the headless corpse of a disgustingly pale and lanky creature. She felt a pang of guilt as she remembered the wolf-girl's request to not kill. As the Indagator got up on her hooves, she felt her colossal sack resting on the ground. Instinctively she peered down to investigate only to be met by her elephantine, dual-tiered, quad tits which had easily quadrupled in size since she began her mission. She needed to investigate any other growths.

The hyper-sized horse-woman reached down and felt her mammoth cow udder, and found it had shown similar growth. Below her udder, she felt her immense cock-bulges, silently thankful her titanic pair of horse-cocks remained tucked away inside their sheathe's.

In the past, Amanda had dealt with situations she found herself in now. Her outlandish reproductive organs ensured this. First, she had to drain her kevlar bodysuit. This process involved unlatching titanium armor plates placed in crucial spots along her body. After she had removed the armor plates the horse-woman opened her bodysuit. A river of fluids poured out and covered the floor in a layer of sexual fluids.

Next, she needed to assess her current situation. Since the Indagator could not see anything past her mountainous tits, she kept with herself, a handheld mirror. It was then she realized the mirror was left in her bag by the entrance. She swore.

The horse-woman had forgotten her mirror in the past. These events had occurred frequently enough she had developed an alternative. The Indagator closed her eyes and focused on her body. Her multitude of sexual organs roiled and churned as their production was so great, torrents of the stuff poured out of her. This was completely normal for her, but as she listened more closely, the obscenely endowed horse-woman was alarmed by the pulse, groan, and gurgle her reproductive organs exhibited, they were desperate for release. She badly needed a milking.

As the Indagator continued her assessment, a perpetual heat and rut she had grown used to made itself known. Caught off-guard, they quadrupled in strength. Her ridiculously thick, puffy, teat-like nipples hardened, as did her actual teats. The Indagator's titanic horse-cocks begin to crawl their way out of their respective sheathes. Unbidden, powerful arousal smacked her like a ten-ton semi. No. She needed to regain control before her cocks fully hardened, as they were easily ten times her height in length and eight times her height in thickness. They would immobilize her, as they encouraged her four testes, to ramp up their production to even higher extents, along with the rest of her prodigious organs.

A desperate fight gripped her. The horse-woman's cocks laid on the sticky ground now and gained centimeter after centimeter rapidly. The rest of her followed suit as the Indagator's endowments began ramping their production further. She felt her tits and udder gush more and more. Pre poured out of her cocks more intensely, followed by her ridiculous horse-pussies as femcum gushed out of them in twin waterfalls and cascaded down the contour of her colossal sack. It groaned and churned more loudly and began to grow as did the rest of her organs.

Shit. Shit. Shit. The Indagor's control rapidly slipped. She needed something to latch onto. Her mission! She quickly went through the details of why'd she come here. Several reports indicated a powerful haunting at the asylum which frequently swallowed up people. She was tasked with getting to the bottom of the haunting. The horse-woman recalled what the assistant had told her. He and the doctor had researched spirits and learned something. What? What did they learn?!

The question helped her regain control. The Indagator realized its importance. She quickly opened her eyes. She was relieved to find her obscene horsecocks had only gotten so large she spotted them just beyond her mammoth tits. They laid on the sticky, wet ground and gushed pre. What did they learn? Amanda recalled the creature the assistant had changed into. What had exactly happened there? She recounted the experience. A wind obscured the assistant, so she couldn't see what was actually happening. But when it cleared he was that thing. What happened?!

"Are you having some problems, Amanda?"

The voice that had made the two wolf-spirits from earlier go berserk spoke up.

"Doctor Webers." She icily stated.

"Please Amanda, don't need to be so flattery."

The horse-woman felt her colossal cocks slide back into their sheathes, continuously leaking.

"Where are you?!" The Indagator yelled.

"Basement floor, down the hallway to a room at the end. I would ask to see you there, but you seem to be having...complications."

Amanda pictured the doctor sneering.

"Can you even fight in your condition?"

"How about I show you when I carve it into your disgusting spirit!"

"Oh-ho. My Amanda, quite rude. Fine then, I'll see you in the basement."

The horse-woman worried her 285cm height might prohibit her entrance.

"Don't worry, the basement is tall enough for you, just barely."

"Get out of my head!"

"Ha, ha, ha Amanda, I don't need to be in your head to know that, it's practically written on your face, see you there."

The Indagator growled. She struggled to stuff her now larger assets back into the bodysuit. Zipping up her bodysuit she noticed how visibly strained it was. A problem for later she noted. Latching the titanium plates back on, she made her way back toward the entrance of the asylum. Her immense sack, while contained within the bodysuit, dragged across the ground.

Her tits and udder failed to be near as problematic as her pair of cocks and quad-balls. This was mainly due to the fact no matter how large, her tits and udder grew, they possessed an inherently firm nature. This ensured they would never drag across the ground. While her ridiculously large, and puffy horse-gina's had the advantage of placement on the back, near the top of her mammoth sack.

On her way back the ridiculous horse-woman picked up her cloak soaked in rainwater. She needed to be ready to fight this doctor. Her colossal sack, swallowed her tree-trunk like legs whole when it rested on the ground. To solve this issue, the horsewoman took to carrying a rope net with her. She pulled it out and wrapped her colossal sack. Two ropes came off the end, she tied them around her shoulders and seriously thick, muscly thighs.

Her sack was suspended just above the ground behind her, squishing her horse-gina's slightly. The Indagator's center of balance had shifted behind her. Normally, this wouldn't bode well for any other leviathan-gene blessed Indagator, but Amanda had taken the time and practiced like this. She was proud of being as outlandishly endowed as she was and even more proud of her body's continuous drive to push her sexual organs to grow larger and more productive every day. Her body's addition in height added to this.

She focused back on the task at hand and reapplied ghost oil to her blade. The ludicrously endowed horse-woman grabbed ammunition for her pistols. She was almost ready. The Indagator ensured the ropes suspending her titanic sack wouldn't slip. Then she checked an immense rifle, slung over her right shoulder, and its shells. Now she felt ready. Determined to stop this doctor as she had done before she descended into the basement.