Chapter 3 - Flames of Desire

Protector

by capta

So far...

Odin retells the story of Amanda Liam to Eiolyte. A tall, Amazonian woman, with the leviathan gene. Odin explained Amanda's reasons for becoming an Indagator. Now he tells Eiolyte about how she awoke. Mutated, and changed forever.

Chapter 3 - Flames of Desire

Amanda stood with the remainder of her class in a graveyard. Gray clouds hung in the sky, rain sprinkled the ground. She, and her classmates stood over a group of graves. Each one denoted a name followed by a single word. "Indagator."

Out of a class of twenty students, ten had decided to undergo mutations. Three walked out. The remainder chose to refuse the mutations. Six perished. Amanda, among the survivors. She stared at the graves. Why did I survive?

***

The next time Amanda's class met, students searched the room. They gawked at her as if they saw a ghost.

"Good morning class." The teacher entered the classroom. "Before we start, I want to hold a moment of silence for the six that perished during the mutations." Silence. "Death is something that awaits us all." He started. "As an Indagator it's important to not only expect death. But to become intimately familiar with it."

The teacher peered at the class. "We must learn to dance with death as if they were a lover." The teacher stopped. "Now then, to start off we're going to the castle."

The class groaned.

"To start this off." The teacher fumbled with some papers. "The four of you that were mutated please make a line at the entrance."

Amanda stood in line.

"I want each mutated student to complete the castle one at a time. I will keep the settings the same as they were before you left for break." The teacher studied the students. "Oh. And don't forget your weapons."

Amanda grabbed a wooden sword and a paintball pistol. She moved to the front of the line.

"Amanda, you're up first." The teacher smiled.

The mare peered at the wooden gates. Sweat dripped off her fur. She recalled her last run.

"Go on." The teacher urged.

Amanda entered the course. Several wooden cut-outs popped up and fired. The paint-balls, moved notoriously slow. She dodged them easily. She quickly dispatched several cut-outs. When the Wyvern shot up Amanda speedily dove underneath it and struck its weak point. Flabbergasted, she hadn't broken a sweat.

The mare entered the next room. Despite the lack of windows. Amanda found the room bright. Amanda's ear pricked. A paint-ball flew through the air. She stepped aside. A cacophony of paint-balls erupted around her. Rapidly Amanda avoided and blocked them.

Ages later, the mare found herself at the end of the room. She turned, stunned by the cut-outs, turned into pieces. She entered the next room. A different monster cut-out stood at the edge. She quickly identified it. The monster disappeared into the ground. The monster shot-up next to her. Amanda blocked its blow. She made a mental note of its faster pace.

Amanda kept pace with the monster. She blocked and parried numerous attacks. KURCHUNK! Amanda's blade pierced the designated weak point. A gear fell off and comically rolled away. She ripped her blade out. More gears and springs sprinkled the ground. The fake monster collapsed. Click. Click. Click. The mechanism failed to function. Woops. She stared at it. How did I manage that? She sighed.

Least I'm sweating. By the time she reached the final room. Amanda panted heavily. Sweat poured down her fur. Most of her damage, a result from the monsters. She wiped the sweat off her muzzle and exited the course.

"90 points." The teacher beamed.

Amanda gaped at him. "What? How? Every fight moved at a turtle's pace!"

"You cleared the first room in two minutes."

Amanda's jaw hit the floor.

"You also broke a monster." He frowned. "Your previous time was ten minutes." He smiled.

Amanda slowly walked away. Two minutes?! She trembled.

After all the students had gone. They lined up near the teacher. Amanda stood at the end.

"Mutated students." The teacher carefully examined his students. "I'm sure you noted how easy the castle was. As all of you scored above eighty points." The teacher looked at a larger group of students. "For those not mutated I'm sure you noticed the difference as well." The teacher paused. "Don't worry. You will be scoring similar to your mutated friends later."

The students murmured among each other.

"Now class, if you could please follow me."

The teacher motioned. The class followed him. He led them to another mock-up castle.

"This is the castle course. Much like the one you are all familiar with. The biggest difference is, this one is adjusted for mutated students."

The students worriedly peered at each other.

"There's nothing to worry about. No one will run it before I teach the whole class something new."

The students left the castle and re-entered the class.

"What I am going to show you is something we've been working on for some time now." The teacher picked up a hefty paper textbook. " If you remember your previous magic classes. We don't use normal spells. We use quick spells. They are rapidly casting spells that pack a punch." The teacher drew some circles on the chalkboard. "They start like a normal spell. A simple circle." He motioned to the board then looked at the time. "I'm afraid we don't have enough time to get to them tonight. No worries, tomorrow's magic class we will." He smiled. "Class dismissed."

The next morning Amanda awoke and pulled on her pin-striped dress and found the buttons unable to reach the other side. She pulled tight and eventually got the buttons across. It's tight. She paused. Didn't I just get this fitted? Amanda frowned.

"Morning class." The teacher walked inside the classroom. "Today we're going to elaborate more on the details I briefly covered yesterday." The teacher grabbed a piece of chalk. "For a refresher, quick spells are casted in seconds. They can behave in a number of different ways." The lecture went on. "In fact you can change how they work. For example, one basic spell you will learn is called the force blast. In brief, it's a spell that generates a wave of force to push your enemies back. You can change this spell such that it freezes or slows your opponents by imbuing the cold effect."

Amanda listened intently.

"On top of this you can affect strength." The teacher continued. "Now it's important to note quick spells already pack a hefty punch. So you need to be careful how strong you make them." The teacher studied the class. "In most cases, a stronger spell requires more energy." The teacher wrote on the chalkboard. Amanda scribbled down some notes.

"In previous lectures I mentioned how we do not know the source of magic. Only the effects it causes."

A button on Amanda's dress fired off into the ground. Damn it. She searched the floor and found the button lying a distance away. After she retrieved the button. She found most of her other buttons undone. She peered at her large pumpkin-sized breasts and tackled the remaining buttons. After a minute of struggling, she managed to re-button the dress. She scowled at her breasts. These behemoths ripped my buttons apart.

"But what we do know is magic follows the conservation laws of science, as a result, any magical effect you create, can be examined."

A student raised their hand. The teacher glanced over.

"What is it, Alph?"

"When will we cast the quick spells?"

"Hopefully by the end of today." The teacher smiled. "Any more questions?"

"What did you mean by magic follows conservation laws?" Another student asked.

"In order to cast magic you need energy. The energy you get cannot come from nowhere. It must have a source. Usually the source is how much energy you can funnel without killing yourself."

The student quickly wrote it down.

"Anything else?" The teacher searched the room.

The class remained silent.

"Excellent. To begin we cannot just go casting spells willy nilly. We need to give the energy we use, a structure." The teacher drew a circle on the chalkboard. "This is an example of a structure." The teacher placed his hand on the circle. It glowed a dark cyan. "As you can see, it's doing nothing except glowing." The teacher removed his hand.

Another button fired off Amanda's dress. A nearby student eyed her suspiciously. Amanda smiled. This dress is falling apart.

"If we want this spell to do something we need to give it a better structure." The teacher flipped through pages in a textbook. "I want everyone to open: 'Common Spell Structures.' It's one of the textbooks you should have."

Amanda pulled out a thin paper textbook. She opened it and found a variety of lines, symbols, markings and more.

"We're going to make this circle shoot fire." The teacher stated. "In order to do this I want the class to turn to the 'Common Fire Structures' page."

Amanda flipped through her textbook.

"We're going to use the lesser fire structure." The teacher drew a series of lines inside the circle. He placed his hand again. The circle glowed. The teacher peered at the circle confused. "That should have worked." He carefully studied the circle. "Ah." The teacher erased the contents of the circle. "Direction is more important than effect." The teacher stated. "If you were taking notes I want you all to erase the contents of the circle."

A few students erased their papers.

"Before we put in any effect, we first want to put in a direction. I would like everyone to turn to the 'Direction' page."

Amanda flipped through her textbook again. She found more lines and symbols.

"You can point your spells in a number of directions, as you can see in your textbooks."

Amanda skimmed the pages and found 'Sphere, Square, Cone, Line, Prism' and a variety of other shapes.

"We're going to use the 'Line' direction." The teacher quickly drew a bunch of lines.

The teacher placed his hand on the circle again. It did nothing. "This is how it should be behaving without an effect." The teacher smiled. "Now you can turn back to 'Common Fire Structures.'"

Amanda sighed and flipped through her textbook again.

"Now we can put a lesser- fire structure in the circle." The teacher added a series of lines and symbols reminiscent of the markings in the textbook. He placed his hand and a puff of fire emanated directly in front of the circle. "This spell was useless. That puff of fire couldn't harm a fly." The teacher smiled. "To improve the potency of our spells we first need to improve its effect. If you could all please turn to 'Fire Equations' in your textbooks."

Amanda quickly flipped through her pages.

"Every good spell needs a good equation that can effectively and efficiently direct our fire and make it damaging. For now, I am going to pull an equation from the 'Lesser Fire' section of our textbooks." The teacher quickly wrote an equation inside the circle. "The equation by itself is useless. We must connect it to the circle by what we call an equation link." The teacher drew a series of lines connecting the equation he had written. "Now I am going to show you what we can do."

The teacher grinned mischievously and placed his hand. A line of fire shot out of the circle and ended a short distance in front.

The class stared at the teacher, stunned.

"I am going to make a quick modification to this spell circle and put it on some paper." Rapidly the teacher re-drew the circle and its lines. "I am making it such that, I can place my hand a distance away by a line." The teacher held up the paper and showed a line tangent to the circle. It ended near the edge of the paper. He placed the paper down and his hand on the line. A giant gout of fire erupted from the paper in a large pillar. It singed the stone roof.

The class gawked.

"This was a simple fire spell a novice would make." He smiled. "It's important to study the base spell structures to gain an understanding of the quick spells we will use." The teacher peered at a clock. "Your homework for Monday will be to study these base structures and write me a report what you have learned. I do not expect you to channel your energy through them tonight. Just understand them. But, if you do manage to get them to work I'd love to hear what you did." The teacher grinned. "Class dismissed."

Amanda packed her things and left. I need to get some new dresses. The mare left the classroom and entered a specialty department store. While she browsed Amanda spotted a green and black dress cut at the knees. It lacked any sleeves. Fringes adorned the bottom of the dress. This looks like a ball dress. Amanda continued to stare at the dress.

Is there a quieter one? She searched the store and found a set of dresses colored to blend into a common crowd. Amanda smiled at the sight.

"You're a flapper?" The cashier quizzically asked.

"What's that?"

"Women who wear those revealing dresses."

"Oh." Amanda responded.

"You still want it?" The cashier raised his brow.

Amanda nodded.

"You sure?"

Amanda shrugged. "I like it."

The cashier sighed, defeated. "Let me get the fitter to measure you."

"You're about average in size hun." The fitter examined a measuring tape. "With exception of the amount of course." She motioned toward Amanda's twin-natured genitalia. "And the cow udder."

Amanda glared at the fitter.

"Pologies."

Amanda sighed. "It's all right." She stopped and tilted her head. "I'm average in size?"

"Sure are. But yer much more productive."

Amanda shot the fitter a quizzical look. "How do you know?"

She motioned to Amanda's soaked absorption pads. "They usually last t'whole day. Don't see them soaked this early." The fitter continued to take measurements. "That is, assuming they was replaced before bed."

Amanda looked away, embarrassed. "They were." She quietly spoke.

"It's all right sweetie. It's amazing people like you make so much of the stuff." The fitter smiled.

"Thanks." Amanda answered.

"Not to mention the sizes. Never knew a lady could carry tits larger than three pumpkins put together."

Amanda remained silent.

The fitter breathed. "Sorry, again."

"You mentioned I was average in size?"

The fitter nodded. "Yeap. According to my chart here."

"The doctors said I was below average last time I saw them."

"When was that?"

"The end of high school."

"How old are ya darl'in?"

"Twenty." Amanda responded.

The fitter carefully studied her. "Well I've heard ladies grow'in till twenty. Mighty rare though."

Amanda shook her head. "I stopped growing when I was sixteen. Like every other lady."

"Clearly ya didn't." The fitter finished her measurements. She picked up a clipboard and filled out a paper. "I'll make some adjustments for the new set of dresses." The fitter paused. "I assume you want a full set. Given yer new size."

"Yes, I'd appreciate it."

"Mighty fine ma'am. I'll just get these dresses ya picked adjusted. It should only take a few minutes. Feel free to browse." The fitter smiled and left.

"Good mor-" The teacher stopped mid-sentence and peered at Amanda. "When were dresses made that revealing?" The teacher mumbled. "Ahem. Morning class." He cleared his throat. "In last week's magic class. We got into spells and briefly touched quick spells. This week, starting today, after our daily training, we will be taking two hours at the end of the day to go further in detail. Friday, you should all be ready to cast them."

***

Amanda woke Friday morning. She got out of bed and set on her morning routine. When it came to pulling on her dress, she struggled. She frowned. Tight? Again? She peered at her gigantic tits. Something's going on. Amanda quickly stripped and looked at herself in the mirror. Am I bigger? She closely examined herself. That can't be. I stopped growing a long time ago. She continued to look. An idea popped in her head and she quickly unveiled a photograph from her room. It pictured her, two years into training, before her mutations. She looked into the mirror again.

I think I'm bigger. The mare stared at the image then back at herself. How? She puzzled. Amanda shook her head and returned the photograph. I need to get to class.

"Now that we've covered spells some more. Today I'm going to teach you how to make your spells quick." The teacher strolled up to the chalkboard. "What you have learned, is how to cast spells like a mage. Indagators don't have time for this. So we're going to take our spell circles and slightly tweak them."

The teacher began writing. Amanda pulled her dress. If only I could loosen it. "Here's how we're tweaking them." The teacher motioned to a circle with lines and symbols. "I have used an equation of greater fire, accompanied by normal structures with a forward wave direction."

Amanda found her absorption pads soaked. She quietly stood up and slipped out of the classroom. She headed toward the bathroom. Two already? She shook her head.

"How are the spells quicker if we're still using a circle?"

Amanda left the bathroom and re-entered the class.

The teacher smiled. "Because we're going to visualize the circle."

"How?" A student asked.

"I want everyone to picture the circle then put some energy into it." The teacher outstretched his arm. A wave of fire erupted from his palm.

The class stared at him.

"It's a lot easier than you think." He winked.

Amanda held a paper in front of her. It had the same circle.

"Before you try it." The teacher cautioned. "Make sure you're not burning your classmates."

Amanda stared at the circle. She closed her eyes and imagined it. She opened her eyes. She inspected around her. Quickly, she threw out her arm, palm exposed. Sparks briefly jumped then fizzled. She tried again. More sparks. Amanda peered at the paper again. She followed the circle and its many lines with her finger. Amanda closed her eyes. FWOOSH! A wave of fire shot out of her hand. She opened her eyes and found the wall singed.

The teacher grinned. "Well done Amanda."

She smiled.

The rest of the class attempted. Sparks flashed before their palm. Amanda closed her eyes once more and visualized the circle. FWOOSH!!! She threw her arm out again and formed a giant wave of fire.

"Careful how much energy you put into that Amanda. Don't want to burn the school down." The teacher warned.

Amanda grinned. Her heart raced. That was amazing. She threw out another wave of fire.

Eventually, every student threw their own fire. They jumped in their seats giddy.

A wide grinned stretched across the teacher's muzzle. "Excellent. Now lets try the force spell."

By the end of class. Amanda threw a wall of fire and generated a wave of force. She knocked her desk over. Her smile, stretched across her muzzle.

"Well done class." The teacher applauded. "Next Friday we'll learn more quick spells. Expect a normal week again."

***

"It's al'ready tight?" The fitter eyed Amanda.

She nodded. "I was fitted last week."

The fitter scratched her head. "Let's get you measured again. I'll get yer previous measurements."

A moment later. The fitter rapidly measured the mare. "You definitely grew." The fitter placed a hand below her muzzle. "By a large amount. You're bigger than most others with the gene."

"How much bigger?" Amanda wondered.

"By a decent amount."

Amanda looked away.

"We can get you's fitted with another dress."

Amanda winced. "Is there a way I can exchange my current dress?"

The fitter shifted their head side-to-side. "How many dresses did ye get from us last time?"

"Fourteen. None of my previous dresses fit anymore."

"A whole set huh?" The fitter tapped her clipboard. "Let me talk to the manager."

"Thanks."

A moment later the fitter returned with a ravenman.

"You outgrew a whole set of dresses in a week?" The manager studied Amanda.

"Yes."

"What's the condition of the previous set of dresses?"

"There are no holes or seams undone. Might be a little stretched though." She responded.

"I'm not sure I can-" The fitter elbowed the manager. "Refuse your request." The manager glared at the fitter. "Just get a dress a few sizes larger."

Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

The manager walked away, and rubbed his ribs.

"Do you guys know each other?" Amanda asked.

The fitter nodded. "We're married."

"Thanks for saving me a large bill."

"No problem big lady. I'll get you measured. Hopefully the extra sizes should help."

The new set of dresses lasted for a week and a half.

"Again?" The fitter stared at Amanda.

"Yeah."

The fitter shook her head. "Let me measure again." A moment later the fitter spoke. "Yer gett'in taller." The fitter closely examined Amanda. "Yer assets are bigger by more than a decent margin now."

"I stopped growing when I was sixteen." Amanda re-iterated.

"That's what you keep saying young lady. But yer measurements tell a different story."

Amanda sighed. "I can't keep buying sets of dresses I'll outgrow in a week."

The fitter nodded. "I agree. Here's what we can do." She continued. "We can keep exchanging dresses if you's can keep them in good condition. Think you can manage that?"

"I'm studying to be an Indagator."

"Well young lady. The store can't sell torn dresses."

"I'll keep them in a good condition." Amanda sighed, defeated.

"All right darling. We'll be seeing you."

"Thank you." Amanda spoke.

"No problem." The fitter walked away. "I'd go see a doctor if I was you. This growth's unnatural."

***

"Well Amanda." A doctor flipped through a clipboard while Amanda sat in a chair in front of him, "I took a look at your blood." The doctor's eyes moved across the clipboard, "There's an extraordinary amount of growth hormones." The doctor flipped a page. "I mean, a dangerously high amount."

"What can I do? Am I in danger?" Amanda inquired, worriedly.

The doctor shrugged. "Can't say. There's not a lot of medical studies on women. If you were a man, and just a man." The doctor eyed Amanda's breasts and udder. "I could help you."

She frowned. "Have you at least seen anything like this on other people like me?"

"You mean horse-anthros or horsewomen?"

Amanda's frown deepened. "I'm also asking about people with the leviathan gene."

The doctor shook his head. "Your growth is highly unusual."

"And you can't tell me the source?"

"Well," The doctor hesitated. "I think it's your gene."

Amanda raised a brow.

"When I examined your blood there were signs that it was genetic."

"The growth?"

The doctor nodded. "It might also have to with the fact you're a woman." He eyed Amanda's dick bulges. "Mostly."

"I doubt it." Amanda irritably massaged her muzzle.

"It might also be related to the duplicate nature of your genitalia." The doctor stopped. "And that." The doctor motioned to Amanda's cow udder.

"Thank you doctor." Amanda snapped. She pushed to her hooves "I think I'll leave."

***

A wooden wraith shot next to Amanda. She failed to block. It slammed Amanda's breasts. Milk spewed into her absorption pads. Her breasts leaked like a faucet. The wraith struck again. She grasped her hips. She breathed heavily. A web of fire gripped the mare. Bruised and battered, she barely hung on. I have to. The wraith slammed her with the force of a semi. She stumbled back, but managed to catch herself. Keep going!

She narrowly parried a blow. You're mine! Amanda swung. The wraith jumped aside. It landed another weighty blow. Amanda lost her breath. Damn you! She blasted the cut-out with a wave of fire. The wraith burned, but vanished. It reappeared behind Amanda. CAH! Amanda lost her breath. She stumbled and collapsed. Milk and pre gorged out of her endowments. The wraith jumped at her. She pulled what air she could manage and blasted it back with a wave of force.

Momentarily, the wraith froze. Amanda jumped, thrusting her blade deep into its weak point. Kerchunk!

The struggle didn't let in the next room. Her assets, double her previous size threw her balance off. She swore. The vampire cut-out jumped back. Amanda's assets poured fiercely. Her absorption pads, freed from the confines of her clothing, plopped onto the ground with a wet splat. A barrier removed, her endowments spewed freely. They formed large puddles just under her hooves. Amanda slipped, and crashed into the ground with a solid THUD! Her wooden foe jumped at her.

She narrowly blasted it back with a wave of fire and scrambled to her hooves, careful not to slip on the ever-deepening puddle beneath her. Amanda barely parried the next attack. She wasted no time for the riposte. Click! Her blade pierced its weak point. She limped on to the next room.

***

"Twenty points." The teacher frowned. "Are you using your quick spells?"

Amanda leaned heavily on a wall. Her entire body throbbed. "Yes." She panted.

The teacher tapped his clipboard. "Hmm. Your score is significantly worse."

Amanda shot a glance at her breasts.

"Next time you run the castle, I'm going to watch you more closely."

***

"Damn tits!" Amanda yelled. Her buttons failed to reach the other side. You will comply! Amanda pulled hard. Her absorption pads plopped on the ground. Her assets spattered the ground. Fluids leaked like a pipe. Amanda ultimately quit. She sat at a desk, placed in her room. She focused on her homework. Lewd thoughts trickled into her head. She pictured herself, fucking a lady. Her horse-dicks buried deep.

They partially slid out of their sheathes. Her cocks curved underneath her giant testes. They brimmed, full of seed. For most of her life, Amanda's nuts, never strained. But day after day, its overstuffed nature grew. Damn it. Amanda's four testicles worsened it. Her legs pushed wider apart. Her greedy scrotum, stole most of the specialty seating she needed. They spilled over the edge. She swore, whenever she sat, pre lurched out of her cocks.

She shook her head, and warded more lewd thoughts. Her balls, kicked off tremendous heat. Damn rut. To her, a fact of life. Amanda's rut, never grew stronger than what she managed. She shoved a paper aside. Where did? She searched her room. Only to find it, on her desk, hidden beneath her giant tits. Amanda frowned. Her breasts, covered most of the desk now. Despite its specialty nature. Milk leaked freely.

She got used to her leaky nature earlier. She moved papers around more frequently and attempted to keep them dry. Unfortunately, liker her nuts, her four breasts stretched. Milk, packed them to the brim. Her thick, lengthy nipples protruded through her dress. Amanda carefully sat at her desk. Last time, she squashed her massive cow udder. It discharged suddenly. Her udder soaked her dress and desk. It shared many similarities to her tits.

Unfortunately, her udder, larger than her tits, caused more problems. Amanda worked on her homework. Thoughts of her, drilled by a giant cock, clouded her mind. No. Her twin horse-pussies called for seed. She pictured herself. Plowed by two pillars of cockmeat. Together, they flooded her wombs. Her mammoth pussies convulsed.

"NO!" Amanda shouted. She slammed her fist.

The images quickly faded. Amanda's wombs burned in desperation. Her pussies, leaked profusely. Fuck this heat! Amanda shoved her desperate wombs to the back of her mind. I need to focus!

Her problems only worsened. No more did she get dresses a few sizes larger. She got dresses, vastly oversized for her. Amanda's growth varied each day. Some nights, she slept, her breasts the size of a dozen pumpkins put together, and woke, only one or two pumpkins added. Other nights, Amanda slept, her breasts mountains, and woke, her breasts titans.

One day, Amanda laid on her bed. She wrestled herself to focus. Pressure, crushed her assets. It steadily grew. Amanda panicked, the seams of her dress fell apart. Quickly, she removed her clothes. Freed of one pressure, another climbed. She watched her assets, rapidly expand. Her boobs inflated, her milk, pressed against the inside. Her balls ballooned. The sudden wave of semen, strained her scrotum further. Her nuts forced her legs further apart.

Her tits, weighed heavily. The rest of her followed. Amanda gained height. Her cocks, compared to her height, burgeoned dramatically. They leaped forward in length, and tripled her height. Girth, packed on like a race car sped to the top. Her udder, followed by her pussies labored, desperate to contain the pressure. Amanda watched, wide-eyed and terrified. Her endowments grew before her. She closed her eyes. Seed, boiled in her balls. Unable to mask her terrifying virility. Her scrotum threatened to spill in the blink of an eye.

Her wombs gushed, heated like a furnace. They expanded. Butterflies danced in her wombs. Her ovaries, released swaths of eggs.

It suddenly stopped. Amanda opened her eyes. Her giant horse-cocks pressed against the ceiling. They rained pre. Amanda listened to her balls. They churned and roiled, pushed to the limits. Amanda's breasts, elephantine in size. Pinned her to the bed. Her udder only added. Her pussies disgorged profusely, the fluids, fell off the bed like a waterfall. Her tits sloshed. Stuffed like a drum. Her tits and udder sprayed the ceiling.

Amanda's mind, indulged in the images she hated. Her milk strained her tits, she groped, and massaged. They'd never burst. Her hand moved down.

Amanda couldn't reach her gargantuan udder. Her second row of tits, blocked her. It shared a similar sensation. The bigger size, intensified the pressure. The milk inside her udder, pushed harder against its walls.

She moved to her cocks. She only reached them due to their size. Gargantuan, Amanda's cocks reached three-and-a-half times her total body height now. Her nuts ominously gurgled. Packed full of seed, her four testicles bursted at the seams. The seed, pushed violently against her scrotum. It boiled. Hot an ready, she knew her rut ensured this. They throbbed. Her balls, pushed out several rainfalls of seed. The overzealous quantity, seeped out of her room.

Badum, badum, badum. Amanda watched her cock. It beated in unison to her heart. Her balls spilled more pre, on every beat. She trembled. Her over-sensitive nose hammered by the smell of her cocks. Her massive, twin horse-pussies. Couldn't be reached. Her giant, bloated scrotum blocked her. Despite this, the beat, and throb fired the mare off like a firework. Arousal flooded her mind.

Amanda's wombs cried for seed. They blasted heat, like a furnace. Her enormous pussy lips shook. Pleasure exploded out her thick, cock-like clits. One for each pussy. They couldn't be hidden. The back of her nuts, pressed against them. She moaned, bliss fired off like a bomb. Every heartbeat, multiplied the intensity.

She stared at the ceiling. Her cocks, pressed against it. Her tits, towered far above her. She barely made out the top of her udder, just below her belly. Her balls, massive and heavy, wrestled against the seed they held. The force, placed against her pussies, fired jolt after jolt of pleasure. I-I Amanda struggled to grip her mind. Can't study like this! Quickly she got to work. She began at her tits. She caressed them like a mother, and rubbed them. Packed full of milk. Amanda got little relief. Milk exploded in a torrent, like a river's rage. Fortunately, her udder followed. Together, they flooded the room.

She reached her cocks. Hard and weighty. Her cocks tingled, pleasure fired down the sensitive lengths. It reached her overly-sensitive, blunt, cock head. The mare trembled in place, her body fired off another wave of bliss.

"Oh." She quietly groaned.

Unable to wrap her arms around a single cock. She managed to pull them into her tits. They pressed against her udder. Submerged, and overwhelmed by tit flesh. Amanda stopped her orgasm. More tingles, fired down her lengths, straight to her spine. She twitched. Her hyper-sensitive cocks battered her brain. Her warm, stretched tit-flesh added. She breathed heavily. Bliss flooded her body like a sweet, warm nectar.

"Ohhh." She passionately moaned.

Amanda peered at her tits. She puzzled to move the drastic heft. Her torso provided leverage. Slowly, she began. Up and down she moved her cocks. They fired lust-filled signals straight to her balls. They lurched and churned. The rainfall of pre, shifted to a waterfall. Her gargantuan nuts, gushed more. It slicked her mammoth horse-rods. Her tits, doused in the stuff.

Schlick, schlick, schlick. Amanda moved her tits at a faster pace. Her udder, enveloped the bottom of her rods. Plap, plap, plap. Amanda increased her pace. Bliss, fired down her spine, like an arrow. Her balls roared in volume. From a simple churn and thrum to a volcano, readied to blow. Her tits and udder followed.

"OHHH!" She loudly cried. "OHHH!!!!!" Her volume multiplied. Pleasure washed over her body. Her balls clenched. The room shook. Her cocks erupted. They quickly repainted the ceiling. PSHHH! Amanda's tits and udder expelled her cargo. Her flood deepened. Her balls disgorged more and more. Each of her assets battled fiercely to out-pace each other. Amanda watched them inflate. Her assets refused to quit. Her mind, lost in pleasure. She came. Again and again. Her vision faded.

***

"Amanda." A stern owlman glared at her.

She stood across the headmaster. Chairs, specially designed for her. No longer fit her. She neared the height of an elephant-person. Her titanic endowments gurgled precariously.

"You flooded the school. Managed to make it on the news." He threw down a black and white newspaper. Lady Floods Indagator School! Plastered on the cover.

Amanda's tits blocked her vision.

"And you're telling me it's an accident?" A large wad of semen dripped from the ceiling. Splat! The glob covered the headmaster's head. He wiped his face, unchanged.

"Y-Yes!" Amanda struggled. Her nuts burned like a workshop. Her cocks throbbed, dragged across the floor. They left a copious trail of pre. Her nuts despaired for relief. Her wombs ached, her ovens lit aflame. They cried for seed. Amanda's mind, assaulted on all sides, struggled to focus. Images of dicks buried deep into her pussies, and her dicks submerged in another. Clouded her mind.

"Amanda!" The headmaster yelled.

"Yes?!" Amanda clawed herself back. Her dicks shot upward, rock-hard. They continued her rain of pre. Her balls jolted and bounced. They fired ropes of pre. Amanda's cocks, blocked her vision. They pressed against the ceiling again. Her tits, followed by her udder, gorged milk. Her heat, added to the production. Her nipples ached.

"Amanda?!" The professor stepped back, worried. He avoided her horsecocks. "Are you okay?"

"Yes! No!" Amanda shouted, conflicted. "I feel so-" Her cocks throbbed. A, warm, hefty wad of pre slipped down her lengths. Bliss hammered her pussies. They gushed, and soaked the back of her scrotum. It lurched and gurgled. Arousal yanked her away, her cocks fired ropes of semen. Every shot, shook her to the core. Her body, rocked by a mini-orgasam, over a hundred times a normal orgasm, trembled. Her fluids gushed. "Horny and-" Amanda threw her head back. Her balls, growled and shook the ground. She moaned, her voice, submerged in pleasure.

Her cocks fired more. Pussies juices splashed the ground. Her tits and udder, discharged another torrent of milk. Tears stained her muzzle.

"I'm so sorry!" Amanda pleaded. "I didn't want-" A tsunami of pleasure smashed the mare. Her balls bellowed. They clenched hard. More semen thundered down her lengths. "Ohhh!" Amanda cried, a bombs of bliss, lit a fire. Semen, blasted out of her cocks, in two separate streams. The rest of her assets followed suite.

"Oh my God!" The headmaster shouted, deathly worried. He panicked, soaked in Amanda's fluids. "Let me get an ambulance!"

"No! Please! They won't help! Just take-" Amanda's pussies convulsed. Pleasure fired down her neurons, no end in sight. Her balls roared. Semen erupted from her dicks. "-me to a breeder facility!" Her balls thundered. More semen exploded from her cocks. "Please!" She despaired.

The headmaster frantically nodded. He gave her directions.

"I can't-" Amanda threw her head back. More seed fired down her lengths. "-see where I'm-" Amanda moaned like a whore. More seed blasted out. "-going!"

The headmaster wiped his face again. "All right! Follow my voice!" He shouted over the thunder of her endowments.

Out on the streets, all eyes found Amanda. Every clop she took, barely wobbled her assets. They sloshed. Her size and mass, impossible to carry. Still she walked, dicks pointed skyward, balls dragged behind her, tits and udder, pulled alongside. She rained sexual fluids and left a river-sized trail in her wake. Vibrations, added pleasure. Her super-massive endowments blasted more. A mini-orgasm, upon every step.