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Odin tells Eiolyte Amanda’s stories. Obscenely pregnant, with a belly that weighed trillions of tons packed full of countless young. Amanda’s assets bloated in size. Her endowments and her belly grew exponentially inside the breeding facility. She lost herself in her own lust. It wasn’t until she found happiness in her multi-continent-sized assets did she claw herself back.

Chapter 5 – Graduation

A wolfwoman rolled a vial across her hand. A light blue fluid swished inside. She’s heard of what it does. The person who sold it to her, claimed she would gain the leviathan gene. She didn’t get answers of how. Instead, she continued to gaze at it. Should I? The wolfwoman considered it. How desperate am I? She tucked the vial away in a pocket and approached her mirror.

She scanned her small stature up to her ample bust. She imagined it. Her tits larger than beach-balls. Her pussy a gargantuan camel-toe. She pulled out the vial again and peered at it. Maybe this is my only chance. She stared at it. I got nothing to lose. She unscrewed the vial. Bottoms up. Quickly she downed it. Her body heated up.

Her dress grew tight. Her bust grew in size. She watched in awe. Her tits jostled forward and rapidly grew. Massive and heavy, laden with milk. Her nipples grew thick and round. Breast milk, soaked her top. Her dress creaked and groaned. Fabric tore, her tits bursted out. She continued to grow, heavier, and heavier. Her breasts swayed, like a pair of anvils strapped to her chest. She leaked greater amounts of milk. She splashed the ground.

Her gargantuan, beach-ball sized tits inflated past her torso, and past her crotch. Her breasts neared her knees. She hefted a tit. A wicked smile grew across her muzzle. She groped her tits. Her furry breasts, stretched far past her limit. She found them taut, crammed with milk. She massaged her mammoth tits.

A sharp pain smashed her crotch. She grimaced and clutched her pussy. She couldn’t see past her tits, but she felt her clit, grow larger like a rod. Below them two orbs formed. At first small, they quickly quadrupled her size. Her rod lengthened rapidly and packed on mass a like an animal prepped for hibernation. Her clit grew wieldy and drew a massive outline in her dress. She peered in the mirror and found it had become a cock. A knotted wolf-cock complete with a set of gargantuan, beach-ball sized testicles.

Her cock ripped out of her dress and grew erect. Her balls eagerly followed. Her red rocket climbed far above her in height, and positively dwarfed her. She breathed heavily, her cock pulsed and throbbed. Her colossal testes churned and bubbled. Packed full of seed her balls stretched her fur.

Her cock, over twice her height, showered her in large globs of pre. Her gray coat, soaked. Her pussy shifted just behind her testes. It exploded in size. Her labia grew massive. Pre-fem lube splashed between her thighs. If not for her balls, she knew she’d possess a gargantuan camel-toe.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She continued to huff and puff. Lust fired through her veins like a drug. Every nerve, ignited like a bonfire.

“Ohhh!” She moaned loudly. Her assets exploded in size. Her dress continued to rip, and soon she towered over people. The muscles across her body bloated to monstrous proportions. Her legs, thicker than tree trunks, covered in gargantuan muscle. Her arms thickened further and possessed massive muscle of her own. The rest of her body followed suite.

By the time she finished. She struggled to fit inside her small bathroom. Too tall with gargantuan genitalia. Her mind raced with possibility. I feel invincible! She flexed her obscene muscle. She grinned. A wave of adrenaline flooded her system. She stared at her bathroom counter. CRASH! She shattered her sink into a million pieces.

She stepped out of her bathroom. She ripped the door off its hinges. Then cracked it over her knee. She slammed her fist into a table, and shattered it. Her adrenaline climbed. She punched a hole in the wall. Then tore it open. She stepped out of her apartment. A nearby deer-man looked on in horror.

“KNEEL!” Her voice boomed.

The deer-man crumpled before her. “Please! I’m sorry! Somebody help!”

She gripped the deer-man’s tiny body and crushed it. More dopamine surged out of her brain. She smiled. She slammed the deer-man against the wall. Cracks spider-webbed out. She smashed the deer-man’s head and turned it into a thin paste. A fiery glow set fire to her nerves. She smiled.

Amanda bolted awake and panted heavily. Sweat dripped down her fur. Her colossal horse-cocks, rock-hard, towered far above her. Pre splashed across her room. Her escort bursa quad tits gorged milk. Her humongous cow udder, soaked her bed. A torrent of pre fem-lube sprayed out of her twin horse-pussies. Her quad testes, churned, desperate for release. Amanda’s heart raced. What was that?

She shook her head. First let me take care of this. She peered at her massive assets. Condensed, they still weighed trillions of metric tons. Her current size, an insignificant fraction of her true size. Despite this, she carried them like anyone else. Quickly she got to work. She grabbed her monolithic horse-cocks and pulled them into her valley of tit.

Pressed against her colossal cow udder. She shivered. Her massive, oversensitive nature, overwhelmed her senses. She moved her colossal tits up and down. Schlep, schlep, schlep. Her rods squelched, already soaked in her pre. Her orgasm climbed. Her twin pussies spasamed wildly. Her nuts roared ready for release. Hot, thick, virile seed climbed her shafts and exploded out of her blunt heads. They sprayed loudly her ejaculation reverberated off the stone walls. Her pussies spattered her dorm room. Fem-lube exploded out of them like a fire hydrant. Warm milk erupted out of her tits and udder like a volcano. Amanda’s dorm room, turned into a cacophony of eruptions.

Her rut deepened and quadrupled her production of seed and added to her virility. It fired off greater amounts of the stuff. Her heat, burned bright. Her pussies vibrated, more eggs unleashed in tsunami’s, deep in her massive uterus. Her fertility skyrocketed.

The level inside her room climbed. She continued to climax. By the time she finished. A lake of sexual fluids submerged her bed. Her second pair of tits partly submerged, poked out of the fluids. The bottom of her top pair soaked. Her gargantuan nuts partly submersed. Only the top swell, visible above the fluid line. A fraction of her massive udder jutted out of the lake. Her deep rut slowly waned. Her perpetual heat followed.

Amanda blinked. Her assets, remained stretched, packed with fluids. She took a deep breath. Her gargantuan horse-rods slowly retreated to her massive sheathes. Her balls, rumbled, and churned more thick seed. A sign, her nuts had settled. The torrent from her tits and udder, weakened to a waterfall. Her pussies angry torrent of fem-lube relaxed.

Still Amanda gorged small torrents of the stuff. After her time at the breeding facility. She continued to adapt. She stood to her newfound height. Just below an elephant-person. She waded through her lake of fluids. Her swollen assets dragged heavily across the ground. She pulled a lever. Alarms blared and red lights flashed. A loud, industrial-grade pump kicked into action. Slowly the level lowered.

Thanks to an old law. Amanda received aide. Compensation for more expensive equipment for her. The production and size of her endowments. Dwarfed her previous B-class leviathan gene. Her new, leviathan-class rating allowed more funding. Amanda doubt it would change. In fact, she expected herself to become the largest leviathan-class.

Her dorm room drained. Amanda switched the lever. The alarms turned off. She sighed. Covered in her own fluids. Amanda used a specialty shower and rinsed herself off. What was with that dream? Amanda continued to wonder.

She quickly toweled herself off. She opened her closet and found a new set of dresses. Massive, her new dresses covered her. Her monstrous assets drew gargantuan outlines. To the point, she might occupy a room, with just her assets. She clasped the last button on her dress and left her dorm.

Amanda sat in a large auditorium. Filled with numerous anthros, humans, and taurs. She occupied a decent chunk of the space. A few others occupied smaller sections. Her teacher walked up to the podium. Placed on a stage.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am happy to bring you our newest graduates from the Canis Lupus Indagator Guild!”

The audience applauded.

The teacher cleared his throat. “To start, we started with twenty students in our class and ended up with eleven. Three have walked out while six, perished. Let us take a moment to mourn them.”

Silence filled the room.

“It always pains me to see students perish from the mutations. They help in ways many might not understand. I only wish they didn’t have such a fatality rate.” He sighed, distressed. “I dream of a future where mutations will have a zero percent fatality rate. And I can see every one of our students walk away unharmed.”

Another applause.

“Now onto the ceremony.” The teacher shuffled some cards at the podium. “The students I call up. I have compared to other students in the class. So, let’s start this off with eleventh place! eskort bursa We have Arnold Swaye!”

Everyone clapped.

A normal-height collie-man walked up to the stage. The teacher handed him an elaborate frame with a paper inside it.

“This is your Indagator license.”

The collie-man looked at the frame and beamed. “Thank you so much professor Lorenz.”

He held it up to the crowd.

“Now we move onto tenth place! Bernard Strix!” A large tiger-man walked up to the stage.

The teacher handed him a frame. He held it up high.

After the next few people the teacher finally reached first place. “And now, for the person who topped the class. In first place we have Amanda Liam!”

Amanda walked up to the podium. The teacher handed her a frame She peered at it.

It is hereby granted by the authority of the Canis Lupus Indagator Guild.

Amanda Liam to have completed her training.

From herein, Amanda Liam shall be known as a certified Indagator.

Amanda smiled and held it up. The audience clapped.

“Every one of my students have performed well. And shown me they can make a difference! I am happy to see you on the field!” The teacher beamed at his students and took a seat. Another teacher walked up to the podium and gave out awards to the Indagators he taught. After an hour Amanda’s teacher walked back up to the podium.

“New Indagators added to the field means more safety for all of us. That will be all from us tonight. I do encourage everyone to attend the Indagator ball and meet our new recruits!”

The crowd milled out of the auditorium to vast ballroom. Amanda grabbed a plate of food from a nearby table.

“You’re absolutely enormous!” A badger-woman approached her. Amanda peered over her tits and found her with two large, sports-ball sized breasts and a sizeable camel-toe. She shook her hand. Amanda smiled.

“You must be a leviathan-class.”

Amanda nodded.

“I never thought people like you would exist.”

“Thank you.” Amanda calmly responded.

“How’d you do it?! How’d you top your class?!”

Amanda explained her story to the badger-woman. Her jaw hit the floor.

“Wow! You’re still growing?!” She stared at Amanda flabbergasted.

She nodded. “Sometimes I wake up with trillions of tons of added weight to my assets. To billions, millions, or nothing.”

The badger shook her head. “You are truly unbelievable!”

Amanda gently smiled. “Thank you.”

The rest of the night Amanda talked to other people who approached her. Some flabbergasted by her size and some stunned by her being the first female Indagator. Otherwise, she minded herself or spent time with her classmates. By the end of the ball, she looked forward to her first day on the job.

She awoke the next morning and found significant heft to her endowments. She wagered her assets ballooned extraordinarily. Fortunately her current size remained the same. She sighed and drained her assets. A daily routine done several times throughout the day. She headed to the Canis Lupus Indagator Guild.

“Morning, can I get your name?” Amanda approached the receptionist.

“Amanda Liam, Bronze, A-class Indagator.” She smiled. Proud of her new title.

“First day?” The lady asked.

Amanda nodded.

“I don’t know if we have armor for you. But you can pick out your armaments. I’ll get someone.”

Amanda nodded and waited.

Soon a zebra-man approached her. “You’re the lady hunter?”

“Yes.”

“Call me Menferd.” He shook her hand. “Follow me, and I’ll get you equipped.”

Amanda followed Menferd down a hallway to the right. At the end of the hall, a large bank safe. Fritz quickly spun the wheel and hefted the door open. Inside guns, swords, bullets, and other weaponry lined the walls.

Menferd stepped inside.

Amanda expertly maneuvered her way inside. Careful not to squish her gigantic endowments.

“What fighting style did you choose?”

“The Arbor Ventus style.”

Menferd nodded. “We’ll start here then.” He lead her to a section of the safe with numerous pistols. “Which pistol do you want?”

Amanda stepped back, her tits no longer obscured the pistols.

She gazed at the pistols and picked one out.

Menferd smiled. “That’s the Hawkeye Anti-Monster pistol.” He grabbed another. “Specifically the Mark 1c. It’s based off the M1911A1, which was tried and tested in the Great War.” He grinned. “The Hawkeye has a significantly lengthened barrel and fires the same.45 ACP rounds. At a much higher velocity.”

“Can I take it out to the range?”

“Of course.”

Amanda peered at the wall again. She grabbed a hefty revolver.

Menferd grabbed another off the wall. “This is the Bedlam Anti-Monster Pistol. The Mark 10c. It’s based off the colt walker with improvements from the dragoon. Although unlike the walker or the dragoon, its barrel is much longer, and it fires a.55 caliber round. Quite the nasty kick it has. It’s also double-action. Instead of single.”

“I’ll try it out as well.”

“Are you sure? It really does kick.”

Amanda nodded.

Menferd shrugged. “All right.”

Amanda selected a few more pistols and took them out to the range. She grabbed the Hawkeye, loaded a magazine and fired a few rounds. While the gun kicked back, it never strained her wrist. The higher velocity pierced the monster dummies well enough and left a mark. She grabbed the Bedlam. Immediately, she found it significantly heavier than the Hawkeye.

The break-barrel designed allowed her to easily load the large cylinder. She clicked it shut and took aim. Her first shot threw her arm back. She grimaced.

“Ow.”

“Like I said, quite the kick.”

Amanda continued to fire the hefty gun. By the time she finished her wrist ached. The larger caliber, combined with a significant velocity. Left large holes in the dummies.

“The Bedlam does a lot more damage.” Amanda noted.

“Certainly does, but the heater’s unwieldy.”

Amanda tried the rest of her pistols. “I’ll take the Hawkeye.”

“Good pick.” He smiled. “Let’s head back to the armory.”

Amanda followed Menferd back to the bank safe.

“We’ll deliver ammunition to the weapons safe in your office.”

Amanda nodded.

“For now you’re going to need a heavy gun.” He lead her to another corner of the armory.

Before her laid out several, oversized rifles. They varied in length and size. She grabbed one with a wooden stock and a large, lengthy barrel.

“That’s the Thunderclap Anti-Monster Rifle. The Mark 2c. It’s based off the captured German anti-tank rifle of The Great War. The Mauser Tankgewehr. This one has a 13 mm caliber and fires 100 mm long cartridges. I’ve heard its broken collar bones and dislocated shoulders.”

Amanda hesitated. “I’ll try it out.”

She searched the rack of rifles and reached for another. It had a longer, thinner barrel.

“That’s Peregrine Anti-Monster Rifle. The Mark 5b. It fires a custom 11.5 mm round with the same length cartridge of the Thunderclap. Although its kick doesn’t hurt as much.”

“I’ll try it as well.”

Amanda picked fewer rifles. Due to their unwieldy nature. She set up the Thunderclap. She pulled its large bolt back and shoved in a sizeable round. Carefully she took aim and fired. CRACK! The bullet slammed into the monster dummy and ripped a massive hole. Amanda rubbed her shoulder. The kickback caused it to ache. She test fired it a few more times until her shoulder screamed at her to stop. She set it down and grabbed the Peregrine rifle. Its thinner nature made it lighter. It had a fixed clip. She pulled back the bolt and shoved bullets into the clip. On the final round she shoved the bolt forward, took aim, and fired.

The bullet ripped into the dummy and caused significant damage. While notably less than the Thunderclap it left an undeniable stamp. She continued to fire. By the end of her trial her shoulder no longer ached.

“I’ll take the Peregrine.”

“Good choice.”

Back inside the armory, Amanda approached a wall of swords.

“This side we have steel swords.” Menferd motioned to the left side of the blade rack. “This side are you silver swords.” He motioned to the right. “Take your pick.”

Amanda grabbed a few blades and tested them. Ultimately she settled on the standard issue steel and silver sword.

“Now for armor.” Menferd looked Amanda up and down.

“You’re massive. The best armor we might get you is some silk-based armor based off the Japanese silk armor. It’s far less than any Indagator who works here. But you’re simply too massive for anything else.”

“All right.” Amanda responded.

“It’ll be a sleeved leotard that’ll cover your legs. It’ll be made of gambeson. The silk based armor I mentioned. Will be interwoven over vital organs. We’ll custom order it.”

“Will it support my absorption pads?”

“Ah yes. We told the armory department your pads were extra thick. It should.”

“Thank you.”

“Now I’m sure you were told that Indagators spend a lot of time in their office researching monsters and/or their mission.”

Amanda nodded.

“That will still be the case, just keep in mind of your day. It’s only eight hours. Outside the office, when you’re on your mission. You are expected to take time. You are paid at the end of every month. The Canis Lupus Guild expects you to do a good job. Indagators already have a rocky relationship with the public. We don’t want to make it any worse.”

Amanda agreed.

“Now, if everything has gone well. Your first mission should be on your desk.” He smiled. “Good luck.”