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Following the doctor's instructions, the Indagator found herself in a large open room with the doctor's spirit sitting on a chair carefully placed in the center of the room. The room had grey, crumbling, moss-covered, concrete walls, with their former colors peeled away, the only remaining color from the graffiti plastered all over them. Water dripped from cracks, spider-webbed across the ceiling breaking the would-be eerie silence, had the Indagator's titanic reproductive organs eclipsed their sounds by their never-ending groan, churn, and rumble.

The air was old, filled with the scent of moss, dead leaves, and rusted metal. Around him were several old, decayed stretchers with spirits. They had been cut open and expressed, dead, blank faces. Various tools were placed around each stretcher. Some were sharp blades made for precision cuts while the others appeared to be used for meticulously removing parts of a body.

What spirits had inside them, the Indagator had no clue. She'd known the doctor for conducting horrible experiments on spirits. Sometimes this resulted in hulking monstrosities which would simply explode after a short hour, or creatures bound and controlled like some sort of weapon.

"My, you're a lot bigger."

The doctor noted, bemused.

Amanda stared down at the doctor. Every day her sexual organs increased in size, increased their production, or increased size and production by either a marginal or large amount. This applied to her height as well. The Indagator kept track of this as she desired to learn how her body did this, and how she could possibly control it.

"-and you look as young as ever."

"You should've died a long time ago."

"You know Amanda," The doctor stood up and paced around. "The day you told me your real age I couldn't help but be jealous of you. One-hundred-and-twenty-one years old, yet you appear as if you're twenty-six." The doctor stopped. "It blew my mind. The leviathan gene, combined with those mutations is really something magnificent."

The hyper-sized horse-woman sneered.

"I desired to be young like you. So, I began with researching the Indagator mutations."

Amanda growled, ready to jump at any moment. Her sexual organs lurched and churned ominously growing in size and production capabilities.

The doctor smiled.

"It looks like you might have a problem soon."

The horse-woman continued to stare down at the doctor. Despite her anger and growing problem, a faint curiosity in the back of her mind made her desire to listen to the doctor.

"Don't worry, I won't."

"Hmph. If you say so." The doctor seemed doubtful but continued. "During my research, I learned the Indagator mutations make you appear perpetually young, and permanently augment your physical and mental abilities to superhuman heights." He paused. "I found myself taken by an exorbitant desire for them. At least, that's how it started. I was unpleased to learn they had a seventy-five percent fatality rate."

"Why do you want to be young?" The horse-woman inquired.

"Because growing old, means growing weak."

Amanda furrowed her brow.

"You see, I've always believed the strongest will survive. And when you're young you're extraordinarily strong."

The Indagator sneered. "That's bullshit."

The doctor laughed. "Oh, but of course you'd fail to understand as you're already perpetually bound in your prime."

"No, you dumbass! It's bullshit because strength doesn't come from being in your prime!"

The Indagator struggled to keep her voice from exploding with anger. She had a century's worth of experience, watching people as they struggled and strove to be more. Some took a dark turn while others took a turn for the better.

"Oh? Then what does it come from?" The doctor seemed intrigued.

"It comes from the heart." She growled.

"Bwahahaha!"

The horse-woman's face turned up a scowl as the doctor laughed at her.

"Here I thought a headstrong woman such as yourself would understand" He paused. "Let me tell you a story of why that's such a ridiculous idea."

The doctor waved his hand and Amanda felt cold, ghostly hands grasp her hooves preventing her from moving. Not again! She swore.

***

It was a cool Friday night, the moon was high and full in the inky black sky as a group of high schoolers planned a night in the club. A young male, lion-morph was joined by a lioness-morph with large, heavy breasts, and a fecund hourglass-like figure. She was tall, fit, and toned. With her was fox-morph similar in height, with a thin, lithe body and a towering elephant-morph with a wide figure and even larger breasts, fit for her imposing height.

"Thanks for coming Lionthorn."

He sighed. "I'm doing this for you, Carol."

"How nice!" The vulpine spoke up.

As they approached the club, a hulking rhino-morph and Minotaur blocked their entrance.

"IDs please." Their voices were gruff.

The high schoolers handed the guards fake IDs. They closely scrutinized them, peered at the group, and let out a defeated sighed.

"Look, we know these are fake, but if you're brave enough to show us these, we're just going to let you through, as you kids will just find another way in." The group was shocked.

"Thank you." The lion spoke up.

"Yeah, yeah, just be careful."

As they entered the club, colorful flashing lights blasted their eyes. The smell in the air was pungent, filled with the combined sweat and sex of everyone at the club. The music shook the building, as several animal morphs danced the night away on the dance floor. Placed around it were several large circular tables. In the back of the room, was a bar. Anthros were seated at the bar and tables socializing and partying.

At one particular table sat a green-scaled dragoness herm clearly blessed by the leviathan gene. She had a pair of leaky, mountainous breasts, with ridiculous nipples protruding through her pink noodle top. The gigantic pair of milk cans threatened to rip her top at any moment. Around her waist, a pair of short shorts desperately clung to her ridiculously wide, child-bearing hips. She had a colossal dick bulge as her mammoth sack combined with her enormous slab of dragon dick left a large wet stain. Her luscious thighs only added to her shorts struggle.

When she stood up, she was easily 200cm tall. The lion guessed her actual height to be somewhere closer to 230cm. A group of normal, male, female, and herm animal morphs followed her out down a hallway hidden on the right. Before they left, just below the herm's thick tail, and cushiony rear, was a ridiculously large, wet, camel toe.

Due to the rarity of the leviathan gene, not many anthros possessed them. But those who did found themselves gawked at. The lion, his sister, and her friends gaped after the dragoness in wonderment. Their jaws practically laid on the ground.

The lioness fanned herself and blushed clearly aroused by the sight of the dragoness.

"That's hot." Everyone nodded in agreement.

As the night got underway, the lion found himself at just the right distance to keep watch over his younger sister and her friends while not being directly involved. Anthros joined and left their table as they socialized and flirted. One particular anthro joined them at their table. It was an insanely tall zebra-morph with a mountainous sack and dick bulge. He wore a grey t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, soaked in the front as his sheathed, titanic horse cock, created a large wet stain.

He had a kind smile that displayed a gentle nature about him. The lioness greeted him and appeared flustered, as she fanned herself. Behind them, at another table, a Minotaur sat and eyed them closely. When the zebra left, the Minotaur took his seat. The lioness's expression quickly changed to a more guarded gaze, as she clearly disliked him. They chatted, until the Minotaur stood up, and viciously slapped the lioness. He then picked her up and began to beat her like a ragdoll. The lion was stunned and terrified. His sister's friends appeared the same. At first, Lionthorn was scared of the Minotaur's imposing figure but as he watched his sister get beaten, he finally wrangled up the courage and attacked him.

"Let her go!" He swiped at him with his claws.

"You bastard!"

The lion smelled a mix of alcohol and blood as his strike landed. In retaliation, the Minotaur swung his fist. With a duck, the fist went wild. Another attack and the lion-morph dodged again. He kept this up until a ram and hyena-morph joined the Minotaur.

"Someone needs to teach you a lesson." The Minotaur menacingly stated.

The lion continued his ducking and weaving until his defenses collapsed. Then he was lifted off the ground and mercilessly pummeled. Pain seared through his body as he was beaten everywhere. The zebra from earlier returned and punched the Minotaur on the back of his head.

"You want some too stripes?!"

As the Minotaur swung, the zebra-morph grasped his arm and twisted his waist in the direction it traveled. Then quickly snapped back and pushed the Minotaur at his waist. He stumbled and fell backward on his rear. Stunned, the Minotaur's friends dropped the lion with a thud and braced for an attack. The lion used his only good eye and watched the battle unfold.

The zebra stood in a right bow stance. His left leg was held rigid and straight as his right was bent forward in front of him. He was amused at the size difference between the zebra-morph and his opponents. He was easily double their height and size. The ram swung, the striped horse grasped his fist and tossed him behind against the wall.

Next, was the hyena, he shook like a leaf as he was intimidated by the zebra. With a wild swing, the zebra spun around the hyena's fist and shoved him against the wall with a thud. Suddenly the Minotaur let out a bellowing roar and lunged at the zebra. The zebra grasped his arm, swept his leg underneath the Minotaur's, and kicked him. The Minotaur flew across the club and hit the wall cracking it.

Lionthorn felt upset. Rage boiled through him as a complete stranger had to defend the people he cared about. All because he was too weak to defend them himself. That day he swore, he'd never let this humiliation happen to him ever again.

***

"A stranger had to save my sister because I was too weak." The doctor balled his hands. "Now, though, things are different." He spun around and locked his gaze with Amanda. "And you'll be the first to witness."

The Indagator, which had struggled against her ghostly clutches broke free and charged the spirit. "I'll make sure you die before that!"

An invisible field launched her back. The wind picked up and swirled around the doctor. _Dammit!_She swore. As the winds obscured the doctor's spirit, a light blue glue emanated from within. _Wait that's different._The Indagator keenly observed the maelstrom until its glow grew unbearable to her sensitive eyes.

Its roar continued to grow and grow. Pieces of rubble, concrete, and metal cracked, creaked, and groaned. Until they collapsed around her._The building's coming down on top of me!_The obscenely endowed horsewoman dared to open her eyes just peak to find an exit. She found the entrance she had walked through earlier. Quickly, she bolted down the hallway, her titanic sexual equipment sloshed and swayed until she finally made it outside. The Indgator grabbed her bag and stepped outside to see what had happened.

"Never again will I be so weak a stranger would have to defend the people I love!"

Before her was a colossal, hulking, lion-morph. He had more than quadrupled his height and became so obscenely muscled, his muscle always gave way to more muscle. The horse was baffled, in her long career as an Indagator she'd never fought a monster so obscenely muscled, it wouldn't surprise her if it was classified as a disorder. What was left of the asylum now laid in ruins and Amanda had to fight a small apartment building.