"We expected as much," Roshni said, calm despite the incredible news Mia just reported. She outgrew her house! Not just an average one either, this was built with her in mind, including potential growth, and she'd torn through it. Even the roof was just a quick jump away, no more than a giant step for her new body. Just how tall did that make her now?
"Wait, seriously? Well, that's good, I guess. So, uh, what's the plan now?" Mia asked, looking down at her friend over her breasts, using her to estimate. Annie just tipped over five feet, and she couldn't reach Mia's waist, even by jumping. She couldn't be more than a third of her height. Probably less, Mia thought and checked her rump as well.
By the insane hand of hormones - if they could even be called such - her rear had plumped out further. Take away her equine body and it'd be a gorgeous, if oversized ass with pert cheeks that pushed her tail up, keeping it from grazing her boulder-stretched scrotum.
"Simple. There's a warehouse just south of your college. It's being renovated as we speak to support you. And trust me when I say, there's plenty of room, even if you keep growing."
"Yeah, for a couple days maybe," Annie snickered. Mia didn't respond to her, though she ruminated over the same thought. It had only taken a couple days to go from 'fitting' to 'exploding' from her home.
"Thanks, Roshni. What's the address? Okay, is that a left on 31st street or... Okay, got it. See you there. Man, I hope this works."
"What works?" Annie asked, speaking into her ear. Mia jumped, letting out a small squeak, although it echoed throughout the field. Somehow, Annie had gotten on top of her.
"How the hell..." Mia frowned, then sighed. Her friend was just too small to keep track of anymore.
"I used to do a lot of tree climbing as a kid. Still got a knack for it, at least when the 'trees' are eighteen feet tall centaurs with three dicks and the hottest body around," Annie kissed her cheek, then clambered her way onto Mia's shoulders, "So, what were you getting directions for?"
"My new house. Wanna see?"
"With you as my ride? I'll go anywhere."
Trotting along busy roads always provided an interesting array of experiences. While locals knew her well, to the point that a centaur had become just another part of the scenery, tourists gawked at and photographed her. On that morning, however, they all had the same response; awed silence. Mia clopped along the asphalt, taking care not to knock any cars or people, but it was impossible with such a body. Either she'd miss a pedestrian, or her tail would brush someone. She blushed when a person touched her balls.
Annie didn't help her focus. The petite human settled down to straddle her horseback, grinding her naked pussy into the rigid muscles, arms wrapped tight around Mia's back in a futile attempt at grabbing her chest. A few times she got lucky and grazed them, which always highlighted the fact they were bare for all to see. Tingling in her sheath urged Mia to up her pace.
She made a mistake of glancing back as she rounded a corner. Any couples that had been watching her were making out, practically clawing at each other's clothes to get at their bodies. Worse, none of the bystanders said or did anything about it. Even a police officer just stared after her. If she turned around, let her cocks out for all to see and touch, they'd succumb further. An orgy the likes of which the town had never seen. With its own giant centaur shemale at the epicentre.
That didn't happen. Mia kept on her way, trying and failing to ignore her little friend masturbating on her back, past her campus that seemed smaller every day, and moved onto the warehouse district. They were lined up, facing a nearby harbour, most used for construction equipment or by fishermen. Hers was at the end, differentiated by a simple, massive plaque with her name on it. For the first time in a couple days, she felt small.
Roshni was right; they were plenty big enough. Doors opened as she trotted up to them, revealing teams of people installing all the accoutrements of modern life; an ultra-plus sized shower and bath, a kitchen, living room and even a mammoth bed. Either they'd had these furnishings already planned, or had worked day and night to complete them. Peculiarly, they all wore face masks like a surgeon would.
"Mia! Glad you found the place," Roshni said, strolling up to them.
"Hard to miss with that sign out front," Annie chuckled and climbed down, "Oh wow, you're actually smaller than me."
Roshni blinked at the other girls nudity, then shook her head and extended a hand, "Doctor Roshni. I look after Mia."
Annie shook it and introduced herself, "I also, kind of, take of Mia. In different ways, you know."
"Oh, I'm very thorough in my care," Roshni said.
"Really?" Annie thinned her eyes and looked at Mia.
"What's with the masks?" Mia asked. Part of her wanted to irk them on, start a contest that would inevitably lead to sex, but that wasn't the time. Maybe later.
"Protection. Your pheromones are powerful things, Mia," Roshni explained, "We didn't at least do this much, I'd probably be... uh, anyway, let me show you around."
There wasn't much to show. It was a typical house except scaled up and with only one floor for everything. No walls to separate things, as she'd be the only one using any of it. The core difference was the drains placed all over, which, according to Roshni, led to a special tanker for disposal. They couldn't go into the sewers or ocean, based upon just how much semen she produced. At best, she tainted the water, at worst, she flooded everything.
"This wall will house your milkers," Roshni said.
"My what?" Mia frowned and squeezed her breasts, certain she hadn't lactated as of yet.
"She means your cocks, Mia," Annie rolled her eyes, "Don't see why though. I've got three holes that'll do the trick perfectly."
Roshni cleared her throat, "I admire your enthusiasm, but I can't imagine one person handling Mia anymore. Even two would be a stretch." At her words, Annie pouted.
