Chapter 14: Pupil 14

Zara was in a hurry to not be late. She arrived at the park as she used to and began searching for her fellow pupil.

“Hey!” she heard a girl running toward her, “Are you, Zara Cromwell?”

“Yes, that’s me,” Zara nodded.

“Thank goodness,” the girl sighed in relief, “I thought I was late and the course began without me.”

“Who are you, by the way? And why do you know who I am?”

“Oh, sorry. I’m Freya Sturm, a pupil of Aritimi, just like you. I heard about you from this other girl called Bambi. She even showed me a picture of you and her. That’s how I recognized you.”

The first thing Zara noticed about the girl was her beauty. Freya was a strikingly beautiful girl. Her long, ash-blonde hair was braided in intricate patterns. Her sharp blue eyes were set against her fair skin, like a pair of blue marbles on white tinsel. She had a lean muscular build with seemingly zero fat. She had nice broad shoulders and a visible set of pronounced abs that were peeking out from her short T-shirt. She was wearing tight training shorts that exposed her calves and highlighted her strong, shapely thighs. Freya seemed more like a professional athlete rather than a warrior.

“It’s nice to meet you, Zara. I heard a lot about you,” she shook Zara’s hand with a needlessly strong grip as if she were trying to dominate her.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too, by the way,” Zara murmured as her gaze fell back onto the girl’s chiseled, perfect physique. With a big surprise, she noticed that Freya’s abs weren’t only six packs but actually a ten pack.

“Oh, I see you noticed my abs,” Freya chuckled and pulled her shirt up slightly, revealing her toned stomach, “It’s rare to have something like this. My family’s genetics are pretty strong.”

“Nice. I heard that some people can have more than six packs but I never expected to see someone with a condition like that for real,” Zara said and instinctively ran her fingers across Freya’s abs, feeling the firmness beneath the smooth skin. Freya flinched at first but then chuckled and allowed her to explore, her confidence unwavering.

“Let’s see what you got,” Freya winked and then pulled up Zara’s shirt, exposing her stomach. Her abs, while toned, were not as pronounced and were visibly just six instead of ten packs.

“Hmm, not bad but you should work out more often if you want more strength with just six packs,” Freya examined Zara’s abs with some smooth strokes.

“That’s not how it works. Just because your abs are segmented into more sections than average, it doesn’t mean you have more strength from it. Your muscles just look different,” Zara wanted to say but stopped. Not because she didn’t want to be impolite but because Freya pulled her pants lower to take a better look at Zara’s lower abdomen almost exposing Zara’s pussy in the process.

“Not bad overall, but a better workout program would help,” Freya murmured.

“Hey! I didn’t let you do this,” Zara growled, although she liked the touch of the girl’s smooth skin on hers.

“You touched me without asking as well,” Freya just giggled as she pulled up Zara’s pants.

“Ah! I see both of you arrived in time,” they heard their mentor’s voice from the fountain’s direction. Aritimi was sitting on the edge, her long legs swinging gently, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She had arrived silently and unnoticed, as always.

The place they arrived through Aritimi’s portal was a big office. There was a big mahogany table, the size of a bed. Papers and books are on all of the shelves. And also a lot of badges, medals, and trophies on the wall. It was clear that they were in someone important’s office.

“Nice collection,” Freya examined the trophies.

“Where are we?” Zara looked around.

“It’s the office of my friend. The Head of Security for both the local branch of the HSA and also for the Crypt.”

“The Crypt? You mean the monster prison Crypt?” Freya looked back at Aritimi with wide eyes.

“Yes. We are in the Crypt right now,” Aritimi revealed.

“Sorry for being late,” they heard a soft girly voice from the door as it opened, “It’s a bit slower if you can’t open portals,” the newcomer chuckled.

“No problems, Julian. We just arrived a few seconds ago,” Aritimi shrugged and then turned to the girls, “Pupils, this young man is Julian. The son of my friend, and pretty much her right hand.”

Zara was flabbergasted by the word “son” since Julian looked like a girl. Julian had long blonde hair, tied in a cute ponytail, piercing blue eyes, and a figure that could make any female supermodel envy. Julian wore a tight black turtleneck sweater and leather pants, showcasing a figure that was both strong and curvaceous.

“It’s nice to meet you, girls,” Julian greeted them politely, his voice was very feminine and almost sounded like a little girl’s, “My mother is currently in the control room. She only uses the office to keep her stuff here and to meet with her superiors if they come here. For today, I gonna show you the things this unit usually does but do not worry. We will meet her as well later. She’s just preparing.”

“Since no fighting will be involved, I go and check on your mother. I’ll pick you guys up once she’s ready,” Aritimi announced before she disappeared into a portal.

They spent the next few hours with Julian showing them how they do things there. How they build containment units for the monsters. How they transport monsters. What kind of equipment do they use, and things like this.

“Can I have a question?” Freya asked as they were taking a break at the canteen. Zara and Freya were sitting beside each other at the table with Julian sitting in front of them.

Julian nodded, “Go ahead.”

“How does someone as young as you can work at a place like this?” Freya questioned, taking a sip of her water, “I mean, not even nepotism can bring you to a place like this since the Council keeps an eye on important facilities like this. I just know, my mother tried to get me a job at the local HQ back in Europe but none of her connections were enough.”

“I’ve been learning to work here since my childhood. Since Mum doesn’t like to move around here too much because of her condition, they needed someone who can be trusted with the less important things she would need to do,” Julian replied, “I guess I don’t look enough intimidating to not trust in me,” he giggled.

“By the way, sorry if I’m indiscreet but why are you looking so...” Freya tried to word it in a not rude way.

“Girly? Unmanly?” Julian finished the sentence, “I have hormone issues.”

“Oh, I heard it can happen in the case of some augmentations,” Zara nodded, “Although it’s rare to see a boy with augmentations since the male test subjects’ body tends to not accept them.”

“Nice, you almost guessed it but no,” Julian shook his head with a smirk, “I indeed one of the rare male members of the HSA whose body didn’t reject the augmentations but my augmentations have nothing to do with my feminine appearance.”

“Oh, then it must be the Dora syndrome,” Zara speculated.

“Bingo!” Julian exclaimed, his cheeks flushing slightly, “You know about Dora syndrome? That’s impressive. Most people just assume it’s either the augmentations’ side effect or I’m just gay.”

“I met Serena’s adopted daughter, Esmeralda, last week and she mentioned that Serena’s daughters all got this syndrome, but they just inherited their mother’s strange hair color,” Zara answered.

“What is the Dora syndrome?” Freya inquired.

“It’s when the child of a person who was augmented before the child was conceived is affected by their parent’s augmentation which ends up causing deformities,” Julian explained, “It mostly happens when the mother is the augmented one. My mother got a hormone therapy as an augmentation years before I was born and her augmented hormones messed up my body’s development.”

“That’s interesting. Can be things inherited this way, like powers?” Freya asked.

“Not really. The HSA would be busy mass breeding augmented people if it were this easy. It’s super rare to have something useful from the Dora syndrome. It mostly just affects your appearance. Only a lucky few can have extra powers this way,” Julian shook his head.

“And what does it feel like to work for your mother?” Zara asked.

“It’s pretty much like doing chores at home, but at least I get paid for it here,” he chuckled then suddenly a bright white portal opened near the trio.

“Well, looks like our time has come,” Julian looked at the portal, “Follow me, girls.”

Zara recognized the place they arrived at, it was the training room. Aritimi was standing in front of them but this time she was already naked.

Both Freya and Julian gasped as they took in the sight of the naked huntress, Julian even blushed. Zara noticed a bulge on Julian’s pants that began pulsating and growing bigger. She smirked as she jerked her head away.

“So, what are we going to do here?” Zara asked since the other two were lost in Aritimi’s nakedness.

“My friend will explain it,” she replied, “Come down Urszula!” she yelled up to the catwalk, and then something huge landed on the ground beside Aritimi with a loud noise. It was a human, but a very grotesque one.

“Zara, Freya, let me introduce you to the Head of Security, Urszula Björnström,” she introduced the woman to them.

Urszula Björnström was an imposing figure, standing at two meters tall with a physique that defied conventional human proportions. Her body looked as though as if it was sculpted from granite. Thick, veiny muscles rippled across every square centimeter of her frame. Her calves were as thick as an average bodybuilder’s thighs, her shoulders were astonishingly broad, and her chest and arms were bulky to the point of being cartoonishly exaggerated.

She kept her short blonde hair buzzed in soldier’s style. A strong jawline and a stoic expression framed her sharp blue eyes. Urszula’s skin was pale, with faint scars marking her body.

Her breasts were like two perfectly rounded boulders, each one easily the size of a basketball and absurdly firm. They sat high on her chest, unmarred by gravity, and were topped by large, dark areolae and big nipples that were as hard as pebbles as the cold air kissed her skin. They were so massive that they could have easily crushed the chest of a smaller woman.

Her pussy was a tight, glistening pink opening, surrounded by a patch of golden fur that matched the color of her buzzed hair. It was framed by powerful, muscular thighs that were thicker than a human’s torso. The folds of her labia were plump and inviting, and her clit looked like a tiny, shy button poking out from its hood, begging to be touched.

Overall, with her inhuman proportions, Urszula looked like a child’s exaggerated drawing of a superhero.

“Incredible physique,” Freya gasped as she examined Urszula’s abs. They were only just a sick pack but they were much bigger, thicker, and more pronounced than her ten pack. Each one is easily bigger than Freya’s whole fist.

“Hello, girls,” Urszula said with a surprisingly soft yet masculine voice, contrasting her son’s girly tone, “Sorry for making you wait but I needed some extra time to prepare.”

The girls introduced themselves to her and then shook her hands.

Zara was afraid that the giantess’ iron grip would reduce her bones to fine dust but Urszula was surprisingly gentle. Her skin was rough and cold like marble but her handshake was warm, firm yet careful.

“Um ... first things first. What is your diet? What is your workout routine? And what supplements do you take?” Freya bombarded Urszula with questions, unable to contain her curiosity about the woman’s otherworldly physique.

“That’s the work of my Powerhouse Predator hormone augmentation,” Urszula revealed, “Each time I used my strength to the full extent, it made my muscles grow bigger permanently. They are still growing each time I use my powers too much.”

Zara was interested to hear that but she could hardly concentrate as her eyes were glued to Urszula’s massive nipples and areolae. They were indeed a sight to behold. Her areolae were so large that they almost completely obscured the mounds of her breasts from the front. They were a deep brown, almost black, contrasting sharply with the alabaster hue of the rest of her skin. The nipples were inhumanly long and thick, pointed straight ahead like the prow of a ship cutting through the ocean. They looked as if they were stretched taut, ready to snap back into place like a rubber band at any moment.

Then Zara noticed Urszula’s ass as she passed by her. It was like two giant watermelons slapped together, a symphony of roundness and firmness that jiggled slightly with each step she took. Her glutes looked like a master artist sculpted them.

“I see you like to train the way Aritimi does,” Zara said jokingly.

“Not really,” she shook her head, “I just simply can’t wear clothes anymore.”

“Oh, I bet it must be super hard to find clothes for a size like that,” Freya nodded.

“Yes, plus my large muscles make certain moves impossible so I can’t put on clothes even if I would have some with the right size but let’s talk about something else,” Urszula ended the conversation as she walked to Aritimi.

Julian was looking at them but his eyes were fixed on Aritimi’s nude form.

“Alright, Timi. Get them ready,” Urszula winked.

Aritimi smiled and then pulled out a big water gun from a portal.

“What is...” Zara started but she was the first to get hit with the pink liquid coming from the water gun.

She was covered in the liquid and then her clothes began to dissolve almost immediately, the fabric disintegrating as if it were made of sugar and had been hit with a jet of water.

“Nice,” Aritimi smiled.

“What the fuck?” Zara gasped. Her nude body was on full display. Her round breasts bounced as they were freed from the bra. Julian’s eyes now wandered to Zara’s bare breasts and bushy pussy.

“This is a special chemical we extracted from a certain monster. I wanted to see it in person if it works,” Aritimi said with an innocent smile.

“You could have just told me to undress,” Zara grumbled. The cool air of the training room made her nipples stiffen into tight little buds.

“And now Freya,” Aritimi grinned as she aimed the water gun at her other pupil.

“No!” Freya screamed but it was too late. The pink liquid hit her and her clothes dissolved, leaving her as naked as Zara. Freya’s body was much different. Her abs were more pronounced than Zara’s, a perfect ten-pack resembling a sculpted washboard. Her breasts were a little bit smaller, but perky and topped with pert nipples that matched the pink of the chemical.

Overall, Freya’s nude body looked perfect. Not a single scar, stretch mark, or other imperfection can be seen on her. Her skin was so pale it seemed almost translucent. Her pussy was bare, not even a hint of hair was there. It was as if Freya’s entire body was carved from a single block of white marble. Her labia were so thin that it was hard to distinguish them from the rest of her skin.

Julian couldn’t help but stare at the girls’ nakedness. His cock was now fully erect and straining against his leather pants.

“You really had to do this to us?” Zara gruffed.

“That was just for science,” she winked.

“Okay, it works, but when we can put on some clothes?” Freya asked.

“You won’t. The training will be done naked as long as I’m here with you,” Aritimi said which made Freya look even paler.

“Um ... something is ... wrong,” Freya stammered a few seconds later, “I can’t move my arms to cover myself.”

Indeed, she could move her arms but she couldn’t stop them at her breasts or her pussy or ass. Her arms kept moving on their own accord when she tried to cover her goods.

Zara tried it and she realized she was experiencing the same issue. Her arms obeyed her command to cover herself, but as soon as she reached her breasts or pussy, they would bounce back away, as if repelled by an invisible force.

“Oh, yeah, that’s an extra effect,” Aritimi nodded, “What’s the point of a substance that can dissolve clothes if the target just covers themselves with their hands? So this potion takes control over your muscles a little bit.”

Zara and Freya couldn’t do anything but stand in front of Julian who had a perfect view of their fully nude glory.

“Hmm, since Julian is also part of the training today, I guess he should be naked as well,” Aritimi winked as she pulled the trigger again.

Julian’s eyes widened as he was hit by the pink liquid. His clothes dissolved immediately. He looked down at his body, his cheeks burning a deep shade of crimson. Julian’s physique was indeed quite feminine. His hips flared out gently, with a soft curve that could have easily been mistaken for a girl’s. His chest bore the slightest hint of breasts, small and perky, with pale pink nipples that stood out like tiny roses against the alabaster of his skin. Julian’s waist was narrow, giving way to those same gentle curves that continued to his hips. Despite his feminine features, his body was surprisingly firm, with muscles that were more defined than one would expect, but overall, he looked like a fit girl at best.

But it was his cock that had caught everyone’s attention as the fabric dissolved away. His cock was a curious sight, a stark contrast to the delicate feminine features that graced the rest of his body. It was not overly large, but it had a glans that was disproportionately big, comically, making it look like it was wearing a bulbous helmet. It was a deep, velvety shade of purple, and the size of a ripe plum, with a shiny tip that was already beginning to bead with precum. The shaft was slender, almost lost in the shadow of its oversized crown. It was as if someone had grafted a stallion’s glans onto a boy’s shaft.

“Nice cock,” Zara said awkwardly. Weirdly, Julian didn’t look less feminine with his cock out. More like a girl with a very life-like dildo strapped on her.

“Hey! Why do I have to be nude as well?” Julian protested. His cock twitched with each word which made Zara chortle.

“This training is for you as well,” Urszula replied.

“For ... me?” Julian gave her a strange look.

“Yes,” she nodded, “I just want to test your skills. I will need someone who can replace me here for either a long time if needed or permanently if I retire.”

“Mom, even above eighty you will have a better physique than any living human. I doubt your retirement is close,” Julian shrugged.

“We can never be sure. You are the only person I dare to consider as my potential successor, Julian,” Urszula said seriously, her gaze lingering on Julian’s erection before shifting back to his face.

“Fine,” he sighed, “But I already proved that I can fight during my exam.”

“Yes, but not your fighting capabilities will be put to the test this time,” Urszula shook her head, “As a leader, I have to make decisions about how to handle an emergency situation, like when a monster tries to escape. I can’t be everywhere so I have to choose the best augmented staff members for the role. That’s what you will do right now. We will simulate a small-scale containment breach and you will have to decide how to handle it. I give you a few minutes to get ready with the girls.”

Julian seemed to be confused for a second but his sense of duty quickly took over.

“Okay, girls. Will you help me?” he asked.

“Yes,” Freya replied.

“Of course,” Zara nodded.

“Good to hear that. First things first. I need to know the capabilities of your augmentations.”

“My Flesh Fiend powers can have a lot of capabilities in the future but right now I can have superhuman strength, and regeneration, and can turn myself into a Merewolf at will, thanks to an encounter with a Werewolf. I have a pretty strong lung capacity, like the wolf from the fairy tale. Oh, and I can do this,” Zara turned one fist into a snarling wolf head.

“Neat. What about you Freya?”

“I got electric node implants extracted from a Voltage Valkyrie,” she revealed as arches of electricity sparked between her fingertips.

“Hmm, that’s pretty good. It’s a strong power that can be really versatile if you can control it,” Julian smiled.

“Enough of the chitchat, pupils,” Aritimi stepped in, “Since you two are about to fight soon, let’s start with some stretching and warm-ups,” she motioned for them to follow her lead, her toned body moving through a series of graceful stretches that made her voluminous breasts jiggle enticingly. Julian couldn’t help but stare.

Zara quickly fell into place beside Aritimi, mimicking her pose. Her muscular thighs flexed as she bent into a deep squat, her round ass pushing out and her pussy glistening with excitement and arousal. Her spiky brown hair stuck to her forehead with sweat as she reached down to touch her toes, her back arching and her breasts jutting out. The sight was mesmerizing.

Freya followed suit, her body moving with a fluid grace. Her electric-blue eyes sparkled with the energy that crackled between her fingertips. She bent over to touch her toes, her long blonde braids swinging and brushing against her toned ass cheeks. Her breasts hung down, swaying with the rhythm of her movements, the perfect handfuls with nipples that were a dark shade of pink and looked incredibly sensitive.

Julian couldn’t help but admire the way their bodies moved. As Freya bent over, her breasts swung slightly, and he caught a glimpse of her perfectly round, tight asshole. He quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to be caught ogling his fellow hunter.