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Off-Hours - Part 2 (Commission for capta)
🕑 Added 2022-06-12 14:45:33 +0000 UTCTAGS: Size Difference/Looming, Hyper/Hyper's Hyper, Multi/Multi Hyper, Hyper Logistics, Day In The Life
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Even though she knew what she was getting into, Amelia was still stunned by the sheer magnitude of Amanda’s house.
It was a marvel of engineering and spatial dynamics, enough so that it immediately made clear just what sort of person would live within; it wouldn’t just be anyone who needed a home modified to such an extent that it taxed even their nation’s considerable resources and scientific understanding. For Amanda, however, it was business as usual, and the perfect way to unwind after a hard day of having to keep herself hidden underneath a stuffy cloak.
“You know, I heard a lot of things about what’s under that thing,” Amelia mused aloud, pointing towards that selfsame cloak and drawing a smirk from Amanda, “but I never got around to seeing if they were true when I had the chance.”
“Hmph,” was the mare’s only response, giving Amelia a sideways glance.
“I did already pay for your services, didn’t I?” - Amelia chuckled.
Amanda remained silent, giving her friend a once-over as she considered the doe’s comment, remaining as still as possible as she did so; it was enough to make Amelia’s cheeks start glowing a bright red! She did try to get a comment out, perhaps something along the lines of a stuttered “Thanks”, but nothing came out of her mouth apart from some broken noises and a very strangled grin once the full implications of the offer set in.
Amanda wasn’t about to take the cloak off in the middle of the hallway though, that’d be ridiculous; she had a guest there, and the least she could do was guide them to the living room before making herself comfortable. Granted, it’d be significantly easier if the house didn’t adapt itself to her size rather than Amelia’s, but they’d just come from in from a walk; the mare was certain her friend wouldn’t mind a few extra steps.
For all that she’d known about it, the experience was still overwhelming enough that Amelia had to rub her eyes a few times to fully take it in… though, mostly on account of spatial dimensions within Amanda’s home being so quick to warp itself that, while Amelia was certain that there had to be some “default” size it went back to at some point, it very rarely had the opportunity to do whenever Amanda was in there.
Yet, in the middle of it all, always, was Amanda. Her very presence was the lynchpin of the room, the one constant around which space itself had to bend and twist, to better service its gargantuan mistress. Little did Amelia know that what she was seeing was a contained, restrained version of the mare; even within the confines of her home, Amanda couldn’t justify letting her full self out, not in front of a guest. Hell, she ran a serious risk of smothering, and a promise was a promise.
Still, it was nice to be able to pull the cloak off of herself and let all the goods out; even if the bodysuit had to stay on, it was heavenly to let her tits finally be free… even if this did cause the room to suddenly be quite a bit louder than it had been just moments prior. For Amelia, it was the difference between being in a quiet library with some minor murmuring in the back, and being thrust into the middle of an industrial assembly yard, complete with enough sloshing to overshadow an ocean in the middle of a superstorm.
For Amanda, this was just herself on a regular day; honestly, not hearing her gargantuan tits slorshing loudly enough to rupture decibel records was the weird part, as was having to keep herself decent via the use of a bodysuit when inside her home. Then again, given her size, “decent” might not be the best word to use; now that the cloak was off, there was very little left for the imagination when it came to her proportions, and all Amelia had to do was look at their friend to get an eyeful. And indeed, on doing so, it would almost feel like all the noise was sucked from the room, replaced with something even more overwhelming: Amanda herself.
“Fuck, it’s hot out today” - Amanda’s tone couldn’t be more motone if she tried; she even managed to keep herself from smiling - “You don’t mind if I take this off, do you?”
Amelia didn’t know why she nodded. Maybe part of her wanted to see what Amanda actually looked like when every layer of clothing was stripped away; maybe she just wasn’t thinking at all, and the mere sight of the mare’s body was enough to overpower whatever might count as a functional common sense. Whatever the case, she nodded regardless, and though the giantess was clearly hesitant at first to unzip her bodysuit and extricate herself from within, she did so regardless.
Now, Amelia had heard stories about her, had heard stories about what Amanda was. The Indagators, seasoned monster-hunters whose prowess was such that they could fell thousand without breaking a sweat; those who stalked the stalkers, those who terrorised the things that hid under the bed, those whose actions during the great wars of the previous century had led to a full-out ban on their kind ever being used in warfare again. She’d heard about the sort of people that filled their ranks, and she’d heard about what sort of augmentations were common to help with their sworn duty.
But nothing, nothing could’ve have prepared her for what she saw after the bodysuit came off. It was already obvious even with the damned thing on, but when the mare fully revealed herself, the scope of her body, and how little of it most people ever saw, became obvious. Most immediately, the simple fact that those four milktanks Amanda had on her were more than capable of flooding their country’s entire dome setup, the oceans they were beneath, and everything else on the planet if they were ever allowed to go unmilked for but a yoctosecond.
How she knew it, Amelia had no idea, but there was something about the way that quad of tits was so magnificently stuffed, so immensely oversized that only their contents’ pressure kept them from dragging along the ground, that spoke to her on a level deeper than any obvious statement could. The four milking cups attached to her nipples were the cherry on the proverbial sundae; with how loud those tits were, one wondered what sort of maddeningly complex engineering had to go into those things just to ensure they worked as intended, absent any mechanical failures or even a hint of a hiccup.
And that was to say nothing of the udders she had underneath, whose obviously stuffed nature was only beset by some milking apparatuses of their own; it was clear, just from a quick glance, that this was a mare the produced milk on a level unlike any mortalkind had ever seen, that the only thing keeping the planet from being awash in a tide of dairy were her own actions and discipline… and if it was only dairy, then that would’ve been bad enough, but said mare had more tricks up her sleeve.
Sitting upon her couch, the whole house shook when the quad nuts Amanda packed between her legs smashed against the ground, making it clear that they, too, were full to bursting… and that, ultimately, this was the only way they could ever be. With two sheaths directly above them serviced by a pair of milkers of their own, Amelia was left wondering what kind of beast would ever be enough to satisfy such a ravenous appetite, that the mare would need two cocks whose holsters were big enough for her to squish herself inside.
And yet, Amanda wore this with a sense of calm and collectedness that made it look like it was the most natural thing in the world to be… like that. A body that would drive the gods to the most emerald of envy, and Amanda was just there, like it was the most perfectly regular thing to have. For a fleeting instant, Amelia stood in awe, watching as even the mare’s height seemed to loom upwards, their full form becoming visible for the briefest of moments, her own brain unable to truly comprehend just what she was seeing-
-and then the moment passed, and Amanda was back to normal. Or, well, whatever passed for normal when it came to her.
“Can’t do this out in public. Or out hunting, makes it harder,” the mare mused aloud to no one in particular, “let alone in the middle of a mall.”
That was… certainly a way to say it. Amelia took a tentative step forward, towards the mare, and again it felt like their whole size was surging up, up, never stopping, as the room around the giantess tried frantically to keep up with the demand being placed on it. Or, alternatively, the full size of Amanda was just now sinking in, and Amelia’s brain was trying its best to catch up despite a complete lack of an ability to do so.
“Can’t exactly do this every day,” the mare carried on, folding her cloak and bodysuit up before setting them aside, “all it takes is opening this up just an inch and most people in a hundred yards would go deaf. It feels nice to be able to just cut loose every once in a while.”
“Yeah, I can… imagine” - she couldn’t. Amelia had no idea why she said that, but as the image of Amanda grew ever more powerful and prominent in her mind and eyes, it felt like the only thing she could say - “I didn’t know you were…”
“Like this?” - Amanda chuckled, waving a hand in front of her as if this gesture was enough to unmake the shock her smaller friend felt - “Yeah, I don’t really advertise it” - she lowered her voice - “Nor do I appreciate being ogled at.”
Amelia wasn’t sure if ‘bothering’ was the correct word to use there; indeed, if she were to walk down the street and see Amanda in their full glory, the last thing she’d feel would be bothered, especially with just how… everything they were.
“Doesn’t it bother you though?” the smaller one eventually asked, the words blurted out of their mouth with as much grace as someone tripping on a banana peel, “I mean, uh, sorry, I didn’t mean t-”
“No, no, it’s alright. I mean, look at me!” - Amanda chuckled, and with that, it almost felt like all of her grew outwards by several feet; perhaps she had, and perspective shifted hard enough for Amelia not to truly notice - “You’re lucky the milking pumps are on twenty-four seven, or else-”
“Yeah, I uh, I can tell. Doesn’t it-”
“Bother me? Nah, I’m proud of it. Hell, most of the time it’s keeping these things hidden away that’s annoying me” - Amanda gazed down at her bodysuit for a moment, raising one eyebrow before looking back at Amelia - “You still alright down there? You look redder than a radish.”
Down there. Two words, yet such truth packed into them. That grin on their face, making it clear they knew exactly what they were saying. And the errant hand, unable to find any squish in her stuffed, rock-solid tits, the churning and slorshing still growing louder as a result. There was a goddess, right in front of Amelia’s eyes, even if Amanda herself didn’t act like one; there was a mare whose magnificence was unparalleled, and there she was, a guest. Like she was just at any random person’s house. Like it was normal.
… she could get used to that.
The couch springs groaned. Amanda was getting up, smiling.
“Tea~?”
