Off-Hours - Part 1 (Commission for capta)

TAGS: Size Difference/Looming, Hyper/Hyper's Hyper, Multi/Multi Hyper, Hyper Logistics, Day In The Life

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It wasn’t every day that someone like her walked into a mall, but at least they were nice enough to account for people of her size. Then again, it she’d lived there since before the mall was even built, so there was a good chance they had accounted for her specifically when designing it; either way, the equine didn’t have to squeeze her tits hard enough that they spurted milk everywhere, and that was always a plus in her book as far as she was concerned.

Amanda had scheduled ahead with one of her friends to meet up for lunch and then head out for a movie, but it being ten in the morning when she left the house gave her plenty of time to get groceries done, walk them back to her place, then return to the mall without running down the clock too much. Granted, she was going to have to be extra-careful not to knock anything down on account of rushing through her usual routine, but that… should be fine.

As much as the mall itself accounted for people of her size, there was still not nearly enough room within the confines of the aisles in her favorite shop; there was only so much that someone could do when it came to cases like her, and the owner wasn’t about to rent out three times as much space as they needed just because she might show up to buy cereal. On the other hand, Amanda had been dealing with herself for well over a century, and it wasn’t going to be a bunch of shelves that left her quivering in her boots; snaking her way between the aisles was child’s play compared to what she did to earn her keep.

The staff did at least try to help, but anyone who attempted to keep up with Amanda was doomed to fail from the start; the little ones might as well try to move mountains, what with her effortlessly dodging whoever was in the way without even bothering to look, her instincts well-honed enough that she could go through the motions while keeping her eyes closed.

One would think having a body like hers would pose a myriad of issues, but a combination of her own experience and a cloak worn over her body that kept her both visually and spatially concealed ensured that the only obstacle to her continued presence was her height… and she could work with height. Sure, most places didn’t cater to people who were nearly three meters tall, but she wasn’t most people.

She was lucky she had clothing to hide her though; if she had to go around with her assets in full view of everyone, unleashed for the whole world to see, then there’d be problems; her quad of tits alone would likely be enough to smash through whatever door she used, to say nothing of how their interminable production would likely land her on the receiving end of thousands of noise complaints

Of course, this assumed it was just her tits getting in the way, when they were most certainly not alone in that regard. If not her twin busts, it would be her ass or thighs bumping into something else, hip-checking into oblivion when she wasn’t watching; really, Amanda was not built to function indoors, relying almost entirely on her equipment to prevent any disaster from taking place just because she wanted to do something on the wrong side of a wall… when she wasn’t horny, that is.

For whenever bystanders had the unfortunate luck to be around when something activated the amazon, they’d have to contend with a pair of shafts that made Amanda’s body look downright puny by comparison. No one quite knew how she kept those things supplied with blood, but the fact of the matter was, whenever they came out, her surroundings were such to pay the price for it, and anyone stupid enough to have pressed those buttons would learn just how the mare had lived to be over a hundred in one of the most dangerous of professional fields.

Thankfully, these incidents were few and far between, owing mostly to Amanda’s strict self-control. As noted, she’d survived to be over a hundred years old in a job that usually claimed people before they were old enough to retire, to the point where her quarry usually ran away from her rather than attempting to take her down; if it weren’t for her ability to keep herself in check, as well as a strict regimen of mental and physical discipline, who knew where she might’ve ended up?

Nothing but speculation. She was there, and she was there on her own account, through her own skills, and her own ability to overcome whatever challenges were thrown her way; lesser folk had fallen by the wayside long before they survived for long enough to be considered novices, but she made it there. Not always on the best of terms with others, who were more than happy to accuse her of being a mindless killing machine, but she was still there, as were the countless lives that she’d saved along the way.

Frankly, being a slight inconvenience while out shopping was a bargain for the service she provided to the community.

Mercifully for everyone involved, most of her shopping was done online; going local was exclusively for produce, and even then not much, just enough to fill up a chunk of her pantry with the equivalent of a week’s worth of meals. Once she was done, Amanda was quick to head to the nearest register, then leave her goods in trained hands before walking out through the emergency fire exit; no one really liked that she did that, but she wasn’t about to squeeze her way through the register line, not when she had to bump her head against the ceiling.

Besides, her going around to the front of the mall gave her enough time to stretch her limbs and get ready to plunge back into the horribly cramped space within. She wouldn’t normally take someone up on their offer to go to the movies, of all places, but this was a friend of hers she hadn’t seen in months; it’d feel weird to shut her down like that, especially after they picked one of the dumbest comedies currently being shown just so the two of them could rip it to shreds while cackling like two lunatics.

Even then, going from the wide outdoors to the narrow confines of a mall was always a pain, especially when it was such a beautiful day outside. Amanda just wanted to go out and hit the beach or something, float around in the water and forget about the daily grind for just a moment; have a few hours to herself where she could take the bodysuit off and allow her assets to float somewhere they wouldn’t cause several thousand dollars’ worth of damage.

Instead, she was running groceries. At least the movie would help get her mind off things.

In and out, grab the groceries and immediately beeline for her home. Keeping someone like herself housed was a near-constant issue, requiring the heavy abuse of spatial dynamics just to maintain a minimal level of comfort for both Amanda herself and everyone else around her. A home large enough to fit her properly would, by necessity, need to take up most of the neighborhood; seeing as that wasn’t an option, she had to rely on rooms that dynamically altered their size depending on her current state, letting her free herself and walk around unrestrained if need be.

Dropping her groceries in the pantry and making a mental note to take care of them after she returned from the movies, Amanda hurried back to the mall, checking her watch every other second to make sure she wasn’t running late. Still half an hour before she was supposed to meet Amelia, but the equine was never one to show up any later than fifteen minutes ahead of time; call it a survival instinct, but cutting it close in her profession was usually the difference between living to see one’s hundredth birthday and being forgotten in a ditch somewhere.

Most people in the mall were clearly surprised to see her there again, but still wisely decided to get out of the way when they saw the giantess rush towards them in her mad dash to get to the restaurant plaza as quickly as possible. She could only imagine her friend knew exactly where she was, purely from the sound of her thunderous footsteps; Amanda was half a second away from bursting out with laughter at the notion, slowing down once she realized she still had plenty of time to go before she was even remotely late.

Stairs were another problem, and one that would only get worse with time, no matter what she did. She could disguise her assets as much as she wanted, she could keep her full height hidden from the world, but mass was still there; she was still a gargantuan, forty-ton behemoth, and nothing was going to change that. That she could even use stairs at all was a small miracle, even if she left behind a trail of destruction wherever she passed.

It was easy to know where she’d been through, given the deep grooves her fingers left wherever she had to anchor herself… not to mention the hoofprints on the steps, some of them deep enough to nearly break through the whole material and leave a hole into whatever was underneath. Anyone using those stairwells after Amanda would just have to make do, because she wasn’t going to tip-toe her way up; hell, it’d likely end up worse, putting all of her weight in a tinier volume.

Fortunately for everyone involved, the restaurant plaza was wide enough that the mare could navigate without having to spend too much mental effort dodging people; even the tables were spaced enough that she could relax and just walk, even if occasionally needing to avoid stepping on a little one who got too close for comfort. Always with the suspicious looks as well; her face was known around those parts, too well-known, and it wouldn’t be the first time someone accosted her in public to denounce what she did as being this or that or whatever, she didn’t quite pay attention.

But that mall existed because of people like her, who went out and took care of the things that stalked the dark alleys and not-so-silent words. They existed because she helped keep the beasties in check, often with the very people she protected balking at her  job even being “needed” in the first place.

But she did it anyway. Because it was the right thing to do.

Picking her friend out from among the crowd was always a chore; from her point of view, all Amanda saw were the tops of heads, even if most of them couldn’t help but look up at her whenever she came close enough for them to feel every step she took. She couldn’t blame them; who wouldn’t want to take a good, long look at the towering giantess standing head and shoulders above everyone else around her, a true landmark wherever she may be? Even those in possession of the leviathan gene could hardly be said to match her; the mare’s manifestation of it was powerful enough to stand truly above even those blessed with the ability to loom over others. The equine was entirely out of place in a food court, and it was precisely this contrast that attracted everyone’s attention; it was like Amanda wanted to be seen.

Of course, she had better things to do than be ogled, but had learned to live with it. There, in the distance, for some reason having picked one of the corner tables on the very end of the plaza, Amelia was waving her down, practically jumping on her seat. With a smile of her own, Amanda beelined towards her, happy to catch up.

Getting to the movies was going to be a pain, but she could deal with that later.

***

At least the movie was a good waste of time.

Amelia was smart enough to at least get them tickets for the last rows in the cinema; the last thing anyone in there needed was someone like Amanda covering up a good chunk of the screen on account of just being there. She still had to exercise a great deal of caution not to just obliterate most of the seats she was on, and even then these only survived on account of being reinforced specifically for people of her… girth, for lack of a better word.

Appropriately enough, however, the cinema was likely one of the few locations where even the sound-absorbing qualities of Amanda’s cloak weren’t enough to hide what she had hidden underneath it. Much as it allowed her productivity to go unnoticed most of the time, it didn’t make the noises go away completely; in low-volume environments, such as a movie theater just before the commercials began, one could still hear the faintest inklings of the cacophony that lay within.

Just a fraction of the utterly deranged amounts of both dairy and seed production, but it was enough for those around Amanda to tell that something was off about her, that there was far more beneath the surface than it initially seemed. How little did most people know just how much they were underestimating the giantess’ capabilities; how little did they know that what they were seeing was Amanda when she was making an effort to contain herself, that if she wanted to, she could effortlessly flood that entire movie theater and everything else beyond it.

Instead, what those immediately around her heard was akin to the distant roaring of a gargantuan factory; something that was audible when one paid attention to it, but easy enough to lose amidst louder, more pressing noises. The amazonian equine was at least thankful for the projectionist having decided to put on some advertisements ahead of time, or else she might be getting some raised eyebrows and odd questions from people who really should’ve known better by then.

She couldn’t help it. Along with her size and numbers came an almost supernatural amount of productivity, one that seemed to strain the very limits of physics given how she didn’t consume nearly enough food to justify. To her, it was just another facet of her life; it was perfectly normal for Amanda to produce enough milk that she could easily supply a dairy factory, or so much spunk that the whole country’s sperm banks wouldn’t be able to take all of it before begging for her to to stop sending in samples.

Now, this did cause some issues, hence why she was dressed the way she was. Amanda couldn’t exactly go in public without taking some heavy precautions, lest the area around her become a no-go zone on account of her body being what it was; there was a very good reason she had to wear that bodysuit and the cloak on top of it, even if the latter was only good for a visual distortion effect: it served its job well, but anyone peeking inside could still clearly see what it was meant to hide. Not that anyone would be so idiotic as to try, but the possibility was always there.

In between her imposing self and height, any regular person managing to get under the cloak was, physically, a demanding task. Add to that the unspoken threat of being effortlessly punted a few dozen yards in any direction as retaliation, and people had a tendency of staying safely far away from her, even if the full, glorious sight of her assets as they were meant to be seen was only a few inches away.

A constant in her mind, knowing that, at any moment, any given mishap could very much expose her to the world. Not that she minded, but most people around her were people-sized; most folk didn’t have a quad of tits that produced so much dairy that it bordered on the unreasonable, nor did they have a similar amount of balls of such ludicrous productivity that their density reached stellar levels. For most folk, just seeing a mare of her size and weight was enough to set off warning bells in their heads, let alone what was hiding underneath the cloak.

Amanda herself, in sharp contrast, had learned to live with them as best as she could; she had to, given that she’d lived through nearly the entirety of the twentieth century and was now over two decades into the twenty-first! Cause for celebration for most, but for her, just another facet of herself; she hadn’t gotten that far on pure luck, she’d gotten there because, no matter how gargantuanly oversized she might be, she was still good enough to pull off whatever stunts were needed to get the job done. Hell, wouldn’t be the first time she used her rack as an impromptu rest for her weapons, or her balls as a form of counterbalance whenever she had to get acrobatic around more agile prey.

Civilian life, however, made it significantly more difficult for her to be as free about her body as she was when out on the job. Everyone was just so fragile that Amanda often had to remind herself that most people didn’t weigh several tons and had to be careful around rickety structures just to avoid falling a couple of stories down without realising it. And frankly, the movie theater was a constant reminder of this: even with the extra-reinforced seats, the giantess spent most of the movie being constantly reminded of how much they couldn’t handle her, what with the endless groaning and squeaking of metal and plastic trying their best to hold her up.

It didn’t help that the AC was broken and it was a hot summer day either; the one thing she wanted to do was take her cloak off and let her assets air out, but not only would that intrude on a couple of rows of chairs, she’d likely be told off for making so much noise. Not exactly her fault, but how was she going to explain her milkiness to some random usher who probably hadn’t ever seen a boob before, let alone four of them stacked against one another and desperate for yet another milking?

Always a series of little annoyances that never quite stacked up to create one big one that Amanda had to truly worry about, but still prominent enough that she had to pay attention to them. Really, the only time when she was truly free was out in the hunt, when she didn’t have to worry about getting in anyone’s way and her natural talents could properly shine; it was also, conveniently enough, the only point where she could just take off as many clothes as she wanted to if needed, seeing as her assets very rarely got in the way.

In fact, they were useful as a last resort; if everything went wrong, or just in a pinch really, she could slap her pray with just one of her engorged rods or busts and it would do just as well as a solid blow with one of her hands or a direct strike with one of the weapons in her arsenal. She did try to avoid doing so, however; her preferred methods still involved using specialised tools to get the job done, precisely because they were tools for that job.

The freedom, however, was what truly got her going. When out there, when out hunting, when she didn’t have to worry about anything other than her prey, her target, then she could be truly free; then she could dedicate herself wholly to her craft, in a way only possible through a century of refinement. It was her element, her natural state of being, so much so that not having anything to do felt… weird. Almost like she should be doing something, but couldn’t exactly tell what, the sensation gnawing at her like a hungering void.

For most people, this would no doubt be seen as excessive, maybe even dangerous. For most, wanting to put her life on the line like that would make Amanda out to be some kind of deranged lunatic; never mind that her life was rarely ever in danger (she had survived to be over a hundred for a damned good reason), never mind that it was precisely her sacrifices that made it possible for other people to go to bed at night without having to worry about something sneaking up from underneath to tear them to shreds.

The modern world, dangerous as it might be, was nothing compared to what it could’ve been had it not been for the efforts of people like her. She had earned the right to be cocky about it; if it weren’t for her, that whole damned city wouldn’t have been half as prosperous as it was now, especially after that unpleasantness in the fifties! Frankly, her getting her tits out was the least that she could expect to do!

Alas, Amelia. A perfectly normal-sized doe with a perfectly normal life and perfectly normal assets, whose path had intersected with her own by pure happenstance. An exceptionally simple contract, one that gave Amanda enough time to have a chat with the person issuing it, only to find that the two of them hit it off surprisingly well; not that there were that many shared interests between them, but they could make some. It had been some time since the amazon had found someone who she could just chat with, someone who wouldn’t be giving her the stink eye, someone who appreciated what she did, and she wasn’t about to let that go.

Unfortunately, Amelia was also a constant reminder that she couldn’t just do whatever she wanted. Much as Amanda was convinced that her role as a guardian afforded her freedoms and liberties that others simply didn’t understand, her friend was one half of the equation when it came to reminding her of why she did what she did. The other half, of course, being herself; Amanda’s self-indulgent side might very well want to cut loose and do some stupendously stupid things, but at the end of the day, she was still her.

She didn’t do it for the glory, she did it because it was her duty. Long gone were the days of her youth, where the fire inside of her burned perhaps a bit too brightly for her liking; with a century’s worth of experience to draw from, Amanda had long-since come to the conclusion that her job was its own reward: be it sniping a critter’s head off from half a mile away or helping an octogenarian cross the street, she did what she did to protect people, and that was the most important thing to remember.

“Hey.”

Amelia’s voice cut through Amanda’s thoughts like a bullet through soft flesh. Suddenly, the mare found herself standing outside the mall, her friend by her side, looking up at her with a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

“You’ve been standing there for a while now; d’you wanna go to your place, or…?”

Right. Of course. Amanda had invited her friend over for tea after the movie was over; show them around the place, maybe get a couple of snacks in, shoot the shit, have some casual fun. She’d like that; she’d like that quite a lot, actually.

Turning to the side, Amanda smiled down at Amelia, the latter returning the gesture before offering a pat on the side of the former’s leg and leading the way down the street. The giantess gave them a few seconds’ headstart before heading off as well, catching up near-instantly and then having to slow down, as was usual. Behind her, a series of cracks on the pavement where her hooves had stomped down; above her, the ocean, kept at bay by the dome far above their heads. In front of her, her house, ready to welcome a new guest.

It was a good day to cut loose.