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Amanda drew her sword from the wall.

"Stay near me."

She led the fox outside the house, where a large group of anthros had gathered. They had all depicted similar characteristics as the first one she fought. As they were slow and clumsy. Some carried axes, while others carried shovels, pitchforks, scythes, and other farm tools. One caught sight of the giant horsewoman and slowly stumbled over. The rest stopped and followed the one who had set eyes on her.

The Indagator rolled her shoulders and told the fox, "Stay near me if it's safe, otherwise run and hide." She stepped forward then added, "Don't try and fight them. You can't kill them. Only anger them."

"What happens if you don't survive?" The fox called out after the horsewoman.

"Then run, and leave my corpse behind." She readied her blade as the zombies staggered forward.

The first attack came from her left as a zombie sloppily swung his ax. She knocked it aside, stepped around, and removed its head. Soon, another zombie attempted to strike her with a pitchfork. Deftly, she avoided the attack and cut the shaft in half. She followed up with another attack, pirouetting around the zombie cutting its head clean off sending it flying.

More zombies attacked her. In one swift, clean, elegant action, she parried one, spun around another, kicked one, and cleaved the head off another. Narrowly, she avoided another zombie only to have an ax embedded in a thick, muscly thigh. Angered, Amanda danced around the zombie, cutting it in half. Its head landed in two pieces beside it.

She yanked the ax out with a flinch and continued her assault. Three zombies struck as one. She blasted their combined attack back with a shock wave from her hand. She killed one, then twisted around another, killing it.

She danced, twisted, spun, and cleaved like a dancer who practiced over a billion times. Heads rolled around her as others were sent flying. She had a cold, steely gaze across her muzzle. While she was struck several times, her injuries never slowed her by even the tiniest fraction of a second.

Instead, she continued, dancing and twirling, entirely surrounded by zombies. Her blows never ceased, never failed, and never missed. Clear, yellowish fluid accumulated on her cloak as more zombies were felled by her blade. It was not until she had finished, she stood alone on the killing field surrounded by maimed corpses. The same fluid on her cloak dripped off the tip of her blade; its runes glowed brightly.

"You must be an Indagator." A new voice spoke.

Instinctively, Amanda drew her pistol and pointed at its source. Atop an old farmhouse was another fox. She had black fur with purple stripes and a red pair of eyes. She laid belly down, holding her head up with both hands. She kicked the air behind her as her tail hovered over her head. She reached up and petted her tail to have a large mouth open up filled with several large, pointy teeth. It reflectively grumbled in pleasure.

"Watching you dice fifty zombies in ten minutes was..." She paused, a large smile full of awe stretched across her muzzle. "Absolutely jaw-dropping." The fox sat up, exposing her large pair of breasts, flared hips, and overall shapely hourglass figure. Her tail's mouth drooled over the corpses as she delicately petted it.

"Who the hell are you?" Amanda shot back, threatening the fox.

"Whoa, whoa there, cowgirl. I'm not trying to kill you." She smirked, "Least not yet."

Amanda frowned, annoyed at the fox's response. "Then why the hell are you here?"

"Oh, just observing. Found one of our puppets dead in a shack further down the road. So I wondered, what could possibly do that."

"What were you doing back there?" Amanda asked, curious about what information she could get out of the fox.

"Now, that is a question I, unfortunately, cannot answer." She shrugged. "Boss says no."

"Then who's your boss?"

"Well, Indagator, I cannot answer that question either. But what I can say is she's a fabulous figure. And _very_attractive." The fox bit her lip, clearly aroused by the thought.

The horse grunted. "Fine, I'll look myself."

"It'll be much harder to find her than you think, cowgirl."

The fox front-flipped down, landing on the ground with her legs stretched wide, her hand on the floor. She wore a black cotton tank-top underneath a leather jacket. Beneath her torso, she wore a pair of blue Capri's. On her hips was a single holster containing a pistol. Her tail hovered just beside her head, examining Amanda.

"What's with your tail?" The Indagator asked, still keeping her pistol pointed at the fox.

"Oh, she's my friend. Her name's Albie."

"Never seen a tail like that."

"Well, I'd be surprised if you did!" The fox now stood to her full height of 175cm.

"What can it do?"

"Let me show you!" The fox seemed eager to demonstrate.

Amanda thumbed back her hammer. "Don't even try it."

"Not on you! Jeez, relax a little bit; I'm not here to kill you."

"Not a chance."

"Fine, I'm going to eat the corpses."

"You're going to what?!" The Indagator seemed appalled by the remark.

"Eat the corpses. Let me show you unless it's against your morale's."

Amanda stopped; she was morbidly curious as to what the fox's tail could do. "A corpse is a corpse."

"Amanda!" She heard Angela's voice call out from behind a pillar. "I need to document these bodies! Who they belonged to!"

"Forget about it just this one time."

"What? Amanda?" The fox seemed bewildered by the Indagtor's suggestion. "That'd be"

"Illegal, I know." She narrowed her eyes at the black fox. "Just do as I say."

Angela huffed, crossing her arms. "I'll make an exception, but it's going in the report."

"Fine."

The black fox smiled devilishly at the Indagator. "I guess what they say about your kind is true, huh? Who cares about the rules?"

Amanda's gaze remained the same. "Is that all you have to say?"

"Hmph. Well, your no fun." The fox answered.

"Not here for fun." The horse answered. Her tone was hostile.

"Hmph." The black fox huffed. "All right, Albie! Feeding time, let's gobble up these corpses."

The tail's maw opened as saliva dripped down its teeth. It swallowed the corpse whole. The shape of it sliding down the tail slowly faded away as it reached its base. The fox's mouth hung open as she blissfully moaned. Her breasts grew, going from large to huge, as did her own height, followed by her hips, thighs, and rear. Her muscles, formerly hidden, now bulged out, veins stretching, throbbing, pulsating, as they transported liters upon liters of blood.

The tail swallowed another corpse; her breasts grew from huge to colossal. They doubled, tripled, and quadrupled their former size and began to rapidly fill with milk. Amanda watched as the fox's breasts were stretched to their very limit, her nipples growing more prolonged and thicker. Her breasts groaned the whole way, packed full of milk until they eventually began to drool the stuff. The fox's bra desperately fought to contain them, only to be ripped in half by the growing mountains. At first, her tank-top acted like its own bra until it met a similar fate.

Further below, at the fox's groin, Amanda watched the fox's pussy lips swell and glow with newfound heat and size. It looked painful at first, as the elastic band of the fox's panties forced their way inside like a blade until it was swallowed up entirely. By the time her elastic band snapped, the fox's panties couldn't fall out, as they had been buried deep into her giant, soaking folds.

Yet, Amanda noted, the fox still seemed deep in pleasure. Its tail grew longer and thicker, growing out its mouth. Three new sets of nipples formed below the fox's first rack. In moments they quickly grew out to enormous dimensions, matching the fox's first set of tits. Each row drooled milk, adding to the rapidly forming marshland of milk. Their incessant rumbling only added to this factor. The Indagator watched the fox's pussy lips vibrate until they split into two new, similarly sized pussies. The fox's moaning had stopped. She laid on the ground, her eight, colossal, tear-drop-shaped breasts laid splayed out beside her. Her giant pussy lips belched fem-cum onto the ground, creating puddles of their own. Amanda was partially aroused by the sudden growth as she felt her monumental cocks partially emerge from their sheathes. At the same time, her quad testes inflated, ready to deliver countless more oceans of semen.

Yet, despite her arousal, she felt enraged. Gripping her gun, she couldn't help but think the implications such an ability could have.If she can grow in size._The Indagator gave a quick look at the fox's new bulging muscles,_And strength by just swallowing corpses. Can she swallow a living anthro to experience a similar effect?_The sheer thought inflamed her further, to the point she felt like exploding. _Sacrificing others just to benefit yourself. What a piece of shit.

"Ohh." The fox finished moaning. "Wow! I feel soooooo sexy. Look at these mountains!" She motioned to her colossal breasts. "Ohh, I can feel them, so warm and so full! This feeling's divine!"

She shouted in pleasure, rubbing her first row of tits. "Why do I feel it, like, six times? She reached further down, feeling her other rows. "Ohhh!" Another moan escaped from her. "I have eight tits now!" Her hands quickly ran down her four rows of breasts.

"And they're all sooo large and sooo full." She cooed in delight, caressing her ginormous breasts. Squeezing them had them fire off a significant spurt of milk.

"It feels soo good." Her hand traveled lower as she grazed her gigantic pussies, nearly orgasming. "Oooh, what's this?"

Squeezing it, she orgasmed, her breasts drastically growing more prominent as they blasted off even more milk adding to the marshland. Her pussies, also ejaculated with such great force it sounded like a bursting water pipe.

"Is this my pussy?" She panted heavily as she struggled to get up. Her pussies were large enough, to the point she could easily seem beyond her bust.

"Oh! It so is! And how swollen it is, my God!" She shouted in pleasure as she felt her pussies pulse and pump liters of femcum onto the ground. She felt around, exploring her ginormous folds to discover two more.

"Ohhh, I have three." She bit her lip in pleasure. "This feels sooo good." The fox struggled to get to her feet, her mind still high off orgasmic bliss. She panted heavily.

"Why are you sooo-" She attempted to speak only to be interrupted by her eight tits, as milk suddenly burst out with greater force splattering the ground. She sighed, pleased as if she had just relieved herself. The milk which blasted out of her grew more intense as Amanda watched the fox's breasts become less droopy and more firm until they lifted themselves off the ground.

"Angry?" The fox yelled over the sounds of her spewing breasts.

The horse's rage had built up enough for it to be visible.

"You're a god-damned piece of shit." She yelled through gritted teeth. "I have half a mind to shoot you right now."

"Then why-" Again, the fox was interrupted. Her pussies slowly gushed more and more femcum until it could match the rate at which her breasts spilled milk across the ground. "Haven't you done it?" The fox stared at the Indagator, lust clouding her mind.

"I still haven't determined if you're a threat."

"The way you yelled at me makes it seem like it."

"I can hate what you did and not kill you."

"Well, that's nice." The fox paused for a moment and peered up into the sky as if listening to something.

"I must be going now. My boss has requested me." The fox smiled, then swayed from side to side as she actively adapted her gait to carry her inflated assets. She fell over a few times, sometimes on her breasts, causing them to gush more milk, other times on her pussies, causing them to gush more femcum.

Until she finally adapted her gait, leaving behind a ginormous, soaking trail of breast milk and femcum.

"What the hell was that, Amanda?" The fox behind her seemed horrified.

"A fox growing larger and stronger by swallowing corpses." Amanda spun her pistol around her finger and holstered it.

"Is she deadly?"

Amanda shrugged. "I don't have a damn clue."