Chapter 16: Pupil 16

Gaylor was wondering what she did in her previous life to deserve such punishment as her current one. Maybe she was an arsonist, or a serial killer, or the guy who invented pop-up ads? But let’s start at the beginning, the very beginning.

Her series of unluck began on her birthday when she was born as Gaylor Bumblesnatch. Her parents are big fans of Ben Stiller’s “Meet the Parents’ movies and they originally planned to call her Gaylord, just like Stiller’s character, but once it turned out that she would be a girl, they changed it to Gaylor, the gender-neutral version of this name.

With a name like that, she never stood a chance in the school, but her problems were more than just having a stupid name.

Both of her parents had a job at the HSA’s local HQ’s office. Her mother, Regina, always looked at her as a big chance to make their family stand out from the other families who were working for the HSA through generations. At least in Crowsend.

Regina used her connections to get her daughter into the new test program of the augmentations where they were testing the methods on people below twenty and Gaylor got an augmentation at age fourteen.

At first, this seemed to be something good. After all, who else wouldn’t like to have a superpower?

Gaylor’s augmentation was a null gravity cortex implant from a Weightless Wraith. It took her one and a half years to finally awaken her powers but this was the worst thing. The augmentation messed up her hormone system and as a result, her breasts began to develop at an alarming pace.

At age sixteen, she was diagnosed with breast hypertrophy, and her body was now a constant source of pain and embarrassment. Her classmates, once merely cruel with their words, had turned into a pack of predators. The whispers grew louder, the stares more invasive, and the touches more daring. Her mother, ever the optimist, saw this as a sign that her daughter was blossoming into a woman, but Gaylor felt like a freak show.

She thought maybe people would like her more as her body developed further but after a certain point, when her body proportions were comically abnormal and she had to wear a size 38H bra at the age of seventeen, she realized that she was wrong. It only made the teasing and the unwanted attention worse. It was a curse that made her feel like a walking target.

Her breasts didn’t stop growing and at age eighteen, they were Z cup, a size that didn’t exist in any store. Her clothes barely fit, and the pain was unbearable. Gaylor felt trapped in her own body, a grotesque parody of femininity that repulsed and fascinated in equal measure. Her mother, ever the opportunist, suggested that she channel her anger into becoming a hunter for the HSA.

The HSA found her useful enough to accept her as a hunter since her augmentation was “useful” in the sense of giving her powers. Then one day, her mother announced that Aritimi, the biggest monster hunter family’s biggest hunter is about to take some pupils for the upcoming course for the newbie hunters. Regina used all of her connections, all the favors she ever had, and was even about to try blackmailing when she finally got a chance to talk with Aritimi.

Gaylor accidentally walked into the room when her mother was begging Aritimi to accept her as a pupil. She even saw Aritimi shaking her head right before her gaze fell on Gaylor and her enormous breasts. She was wearing baggy clothes even at home but the only way to hide the shape of her upper body was to wear a tent.

Aritimi’s jaw almost dropped to the floor. Even though the course was about to start the next week, the huntress accepted Gaylor as her pupil. Since she recently turned eighteen, it was allowed by the Council as well.

The first week came and went quickly. It was a little bit disappointing to not have Aritimi herself there but Inez was a good mentor too. Going to the beach the next week was more problematic though. She was there with a bunch of other pupils.

Since they were at the beach, it was obvious that they would like to walk around in a bikini and Lana had no issues with that. Luckily, she also had no issues with Gaylor wearing her casual clothes. She got some weird looks from the beachgoers and she almost got a heatstroke but it could be worse if she would have to walk around in a bikini, at least for her.

As she and the girls were about to leave the beach, one of them mentioned to her that Aritimi is rumored to always hunt naked. Regardless of the location. Gaylor cringed at the thought of that.

The next week when they were doing some test for the augmentation research team, she met a girl called Bambi who had some bad news for her. She confirmed the things about Aritimi and she also revealed that when Aritimi was there with them, they also had to hunt naked. She hoped it was just a joke. Later in the fourth week, she met a Japanese girl who said the same thing to her.

When they were visiting the Medical Unit she met others who also had nude training with Aritimi. A girl named Dayanara just repeated what she already heard but then she met with Curtis, a close relative of their mentor and a fellow pupil. At this point she was terrified.

All she knew was that if Aritimi was there, they would have to train naked because that was her way and she only stay there with them if this certain pupil called Zara was there. Gaylor heard about Zara, after all, both the first and second weeks of the course were adventurous with her. She also got the power of a Flesh Fiend. No wonder Aritimi only focuses on her. This Zara girl could easily end up as a weapon of mass destruction if left unchecked.

The only thing left for Gaylor is hoping that the course will end before she can encounter Zara. Unfortunately, these hopes were shattered when she was at the Security Unit and met with this girl-looking boy, Julian, and his mother, the Head of Security, Urszula.

It was pretty good to meet someone who also has abnormally large breasts. That was the first time Gaylor was grateful for only her breasts being affected by the byproduct of her augmentation and not her whole body. Poor Urszula looked less human than an Ogre and Julian was also a victim of her augmentation. Gaylor hoped if she ever had a kid, it wouldn’t be affected by her augmentation.

Then the worst news came. When they were near the end of the day, she was talking with Julian about the course. The boy mentioned that Aritimi plans to help bond among her pupils so that the end, everyone will meet everyone at least once.

Gaylor barely slept that night. Her mind kept coming up with scenarios about the future encounter with Zara and the nude day. She just hoped that it would be in a less public place where nobody could see her.

A library would be an acceptable place. Protecting the information is a very important thing for the HSA. She hoped that Aritimi had a friend there and that would be the place for her training with Aritimi and Zara.

Then came the next week.

Gaylor was lying in the bathtub lazily. She liked taking showers more because they were quicker but it was easier to wash her massive breasts by submerging them in the water.

It was early in the morning but she knew she had to leave the bathroom soon since putting on her clothes will also take some time.

Fortunately, the augmented hunters were allowed to use their powers at home, outside of their duty. She activated her Weightless Wraith powers and her body began to elevate from the water as she unplugged the drain. Gaylor then grabbed a towel she prepared and then landed on her feet in front of the sink with the mirror above it. She usually tries to ignore her reflection since she doesn’t like what she sees in the mirror but this time she takes a lengthy look at herself, first she puts on her glasses she left on the sink.

She started at her head.

Gaylor was a girl of mostly normal height, with short, reddish-brown hair styled in a playful pixie cut that framed her round face. The most unusual thing, at least on her face, is that she had heterochromia: her left eye was a warm amber, and her right eye was a soft teal. Her large, round glasses dominated her face, giving her an owlish charm. She often forgot about her mismatching eye colors because of her deformity, and the inhumanly massive pair of breasts she had.

Those were not the breasts of a young adult girl who was blessed by the gods of puberty with voluptuous curves, these were the udders of a creature from the darkest corner of a nightmare. They were so large, so heavy that they looked like two oversized watermelons. They hung down to her navel, the skin stretched to the limit. The areolae were the size of dinner plates, and her nipples were swollen to the size of a man’s thumb. Both pointed straight down as if they had their own gravity, which in a way, they did. The left breast was slightly larger than the right, creating a lopsidedness that only added to the grotesque image she presented.

According to the doctors, that can happen in the case of her condition and could be even worse so she is relatively lucky to not have a basketball-sized and a beachball-sized one. She felt everything but lucky though.

Gaylor then began focusing her power on her breasts. The pair of oversized meat sacks began to elevate as if gravity was turned off. For a moment, Gaylor’s breasts seemed to be just as firm as Aritimi’s. Unfortunately, she can’t do this all day long, but she can use this trick with her power to ease the burden on her back. Without her power, she would be a hunchback like Quasimodo by now.

As her mammaries no longer obscured her torso, she could further examine her body.

Gaylor was always a skinny girl. Her body weight is on par with a normal person though but because most of that weight is in her chest. At least her physique became more fit during the years. Carrying two ever-growing boulders each day is a pretty good workout.

Then she glanced at her hips, she had nice curves but they were lost in the shadow of her breasts. Her stomach was flat, almost concave due to the weight she had to carry every day.

Her eyes trailed down to her pussy. It was a neat little thing, untouched by the excess of flesh that dominated her upper body. Her labia were a pale pink, plump, and inviting. Her pubic hair was a rich auburn that matched the hair on her head. It grew in a thick, natural bush, untouched by the modern trends of waxing or shaving. Gaylor had never had a boyfriend or a lover, so she saw no reason to change her body to suit someone else’s taste. It was a small act of rebellion in a life where she felt so out of control.

It took some time to dry herself with the towel due to her size but once she was done, she was about to slip into her loose-fitting clothes. Gaylor always wore baggy clothes in the last few years that would easily fit a big husky man. She pulled out her custom-made bra from the drawer. Gaylor had no idea how big exactly her breasts were since they entered Z cup. The bra she had was provided by a special clothes shop where very tall or very fat people could find clothes for themselves. She had to visit it so often that they gave her a special discount out of pity.

She put on the oversized bra which contained more fabric than an average person’s whole set and sighed heavily. The support was heavenly, but she knew it would only be temporary.

As the final article of clothing, she put on a big sweater. It was warm outside since they were in the second half of the summer but she rather face the possibility of overheating than put herself on display. Of course, her body shape was still visible even with the oversized clothes but it was better than nothing and she felt safe.

Following a quick breakfast, Gaylor put a bunch of bottles of water into her backpack to help if she felt too hot and then checked herself out in the mirror near the front door. She looked as if she was trying to smuggle something under her clothes. She was indeed stopped by security guards often because of that when she was out there shopping.

As she locked the door, Gaylor looked around the neighborhood and saw no one. Then she kicked herself away from the ground and in the next moment, she was at the the lamppost near the road.

Flying is not easy with her power but using it to enhance her jumps was a child’s play, plus less tiresome. It was way quicker than walking and even faster than flying since what she could do was just hovering. The only problem with this is that each time she lands on the ground her breasts bounce and it’s not a pretty sight. It was like watching jelly wobble on a plate. Once she broke her eyeglasses when her breasts hit her in the face after a botched landing.

Jump by jump but Gaylor got closer to the HQ with the park in front of it. She held her arms locked tightly against her chest to keep her breasts from bouncing too much. People were looking at her weirdly but she ignored them. Just ogling is easier to handle than rude comments.

Just within five minutes, she reached the HQ with her jumps. On foot, this would be almost half an hour.

The onlookers gave her a strange look but as the working time began, their numbers decreased. Gaylor’s parents were already at work, she even saw her mother waving to her from one of the windows.

Luckily, Gaylor managed to find a bench that was shaded by the trees nearby. She wondered where they would go today. She searched for familiar faces but everyone was about to leave the place so they weren’t waiting for Aritimi. Then she noticed someone walking in her direction.

It was a girl, dressed in a typical tomboy outfit with a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and boots. She had spiky brown hair and green eyes, looking around the area with a hint of curiosity. As she approached the bench, Gaylor noticed the newcomer’s eyes flickering towards her chest and then back to her face. The girl offered a sheepish smile, her cheeks flushing slightly.

The girl had a nice pair of boobs. Gaylor wished she could have such “small” tits as well. Just enough to make guys turn their heads but enough to not count as a freak.

“Ah, a new face,” Gaylor said as she stuck her hand out to greet the newcomer, “Gaylor Bumblesnatch. Yes, that’s my name.”

The girl took her hand with a firm grip, “Nice name. I’m Zara Cromwell.”

Gaylor’s eyes went wide. She hoped she just heard it wrong and the girl was called Sarah or something similar.

“Whoa!” Zara gasped, “You got a nice pair of...” she already knew what she would say, “Mismatching eyes. Heterochromia or a side effect of your augmentation?”

“Oh, thanks,” she gasped, “Y ... yes I was born with these eye colors. Most people don’t notice them because of ... obvious reasons,” she pointed at her breasts, “These are a side effect though.”

“What happened? If I’m not too indiscreet,” Zara continued.

“According to my doctors, I got my augmentation too early and my hormones got fucked up and they fucked up my body in retaliation,” she replied with a weary sigh.

“I heard about this condition. Macromastia, right?”

“I wish, but my condition is Gigantomastia at this point. It would be much smaller in case of Macromastia.”

“What is your augmentation?” Zara asked.

“I can float in the air through my Weightless Wraith abilities. What’s yours?”

“Flesh Fiend powers. I know that sounds something crazy but actually, I’m just a noob.”

Now she was sure. This is the special pupil which means Aritimi will come with them.

“Um ... I heard about you and people said Aritimi always stays around when you are here. Do you think she will join us for the whole day?”

“Hm, it’s hard to tell because she is busy,” Zara gave her an uncertain look, “She got the Crypt Commando and also searching for a certain monster. There’s a chance that she will go after leaving us with her friend. Do you want to have a whole day with her?” Zara smiled mischievously. She knew why Gaylor asked.

“I don’t mind meeting her but I heard about her ... training and hunting routine.”

“Yeah, not even her friends are into this. Except for Urszula but she has no choice because of her size.”

“I really hope that she...” Gaylor paused as she noticed someone’s shadow being cast behind her, “ ... is as cool as I heard it.”

“Good morning, pupils,” they heard Aritimi from behind who this time sounded extra smug. She was wearing her usual jumpsuit.

“Good morning,” Gaylor said timidly.

“What we gonna do today?” Zara asked.

“We going to check on the Urban Surveillance Unit. I guess you know those guys,” Aritimi replied.

“Oh, yes. Your friend there must be Zoe Lincoln then,” Zara nodded.

“Yep.”

“Um ... I should know these things too?” Gaylor asked, feeling a bit out of the loop.

“No,” Zara shook her head with a smile, “Before I received my augmentation, I was working there as a normal, non-augmented hunter.”

“Oh, and what do they do?”

“They check on the less specific monsters within the city. If a monster bug is too big for standard Pest Control Unit equipment, they go there. If a big monster is not enough big to make the Anti-Kaiju Unit interested, they are on the case. And things like this. They handle the widest variety of monsters within the city,” Zara explained and Aritimi nodded.

“Ah! So a little bit of everything.”

“Yes. Plus they have the highest amount of non-augmented hunters and hunters in general. It’s a popular unit among those who want to be famous hunters,” Aritimi added, “Let’s go and visit your old boss, Zara,” she said as the portal opened in the space between her and the pupils.

Gaylor recognized the place they stepped out of the portal. It was one of the richest districts of Crowsend. The house they found themselves in was a mansion with a long paved driveway leading to the front door. It didn’t seem like the headquarters of a monster hunter unit.

“Is this the unit’s HQ?” Gaylor asked as they walked on the pavement. She had to hold her chest with one arm to avoid the painful jiggle from the uneven ground.

“That’s both her family’s home and her unit’s base,” Zara responded, her eyes scanning the grandiose structure with a mix of nostalgia and wariness, “It’s a bit of a show-off, but it’s practical for their work.”

“Should I know anything about Zoe?”

“Hmm ... sometimes she can be super angry and douchey, but her heart is in the right place,” Zara replied, “She’s a good mentor and a strong hunter. You’ll like her once you get to know her.”

“Why does she have anger issues? It is related to her augmentation?”

“No,” Zara shook her head.

“She has some kind of mental illness then?”

“She is a soccer mom. Does this count as one?”

Gaylor couldn’t help but chuckle at Zara’s attempt to ease the tension, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet morning air. Aritimi knocked on the front door.

The person who opened the door wasn’t a soccer mom. It was a boy, approximately the age of the two pupils. Gaylor didn’t know his name but often saw him in the local high school which was owned by the HSA and occupied by the children of HSA employees.

“Oh hi Mark,” Aritimi greeted the boy.

“Hello,” Mark said with a shy smile. He wasn’t a tall boy but wasn’t short either. His light brown hair was short and messy. He had a matching pair of brown eyes and a few freckles. His physique was fit, clearly a sportsman, with a small hint of femininity because of his facial features. No, he wasn’t feminine like a femboy or Julian from last week, just only a small hint. Like a tomboy with a flat chest.

“Mum mentioned that you and your pupils will come today here. She is in the backyard. Come in,” he invited them. His eyes were caught on both Zara and Gaylor, especially Gaylor but he at least tried to not do it too obviously.

“I know where to go from here so you can go back to your friends,” Aritimi said. Gaylor noticed the living room’s door being ajar and a few boys and girls, probably from the same class were there. She noticed a boy hiding a beer bottle behind his back.

As Mark went to the room, Gaylor could hear the word “udders” from someone through the door.

They entered the backyard. There was a nice big pool near the building and Gaylor noticed a woman sitting on the steps inside the pool so the water level was below her neck and wouldn’t ruin her hair.

“Hey, Timi!” the woman waved to them.

“Nice to see you again, Zoe,” Aritimi replied with a smile as Zoe emerged from the water like a modern-day Venus. The water droplets glistened on her tanned skin as she made her way out of the pool, “Really nice,” she added.

Gaylor only had to take one look at Zoe’s hair to see that she was indeed a soccer mom.

Zoe’s inverted bob-cut, which was a peculiar blend of chocolate brown and honey-blonde highlights, framed her face like a halo. The sleek strands hugged Zoe’s elegant neck, revealing the sharp line of her jaw and the graceful slope of her shoulders. Her only clothes were a red bikini top with a matching bottom. The bikini was simple yet naughty, with the triangular top providing just enough coverage to leave something to the imagination, as the bottoms hugged her hips and accentuated the firm curves of her buttocks.

“If I had known that you having a pool party, I would have come earlier,” Aritimi said jokingly.

“Just needed to blow off some steam after my early morning workout,” Zoe replied and grabbed a towel from the chair next to her, “Julia mentioned that you are on a case right now. You can leave your pupils here with me, and continue your work,” she offered.

“Nah, we are just gathering information right now. There’s no need for my presence there, so I can stay here with you girls,” she said, her smile going from smug to devilish.

“Okay. I’ll get ready and we can check on some smaller alerts from the city. My assistants handle this usually but I also receive all the info about the latest monster activities,” Zoe said.

“Get ready?” Aritimi’s smile was still up there, “Just take off your bikini and we can continue.”

“Ugh ... look, Timi,” she started, “My son and his friends are here so we shouldn’t walk around naked. Plus, we will have to go outside as well. I could risk my career with this.”

“Oh, I know every people at the highest places here, both inside and outside of the HSA. You don’t have to worry about losing your job for something like that. These are the perks of having a friend like me.”

“But Mark...”

“He and his friends are in the living room and I doubt he would like to check on his mother while his friends are there.”

Zoe stayed silent for a moment and then sighed a sigh of defeat, “Fine, but he better not see me naked,” and she began to untie her bikini top and then slipped out of the bottom. Then she placed both pieces on the sunbed to let them dry.

Her naked body was indeed a sight to behold. Zoe’s skin was a warm, honey-kissed bronze, save for the stark, pale lines where her bikini had been, creating a tantalizing contrast. Her D-cup breasts were a little bit saggy, but for a middle-aged mother, they looked great, with pink nipples the size of pebbles. They pointed upward like defiant little sentinels, surrounded by dark pink areolae the size of silver dollars.

Zoe’s pubic hair was shaved into a bushy landing strip which was wider than usual, drawing the eye to the delicate folds of her pussy. The skin which was previously covered by her bikini bottom was much paler, similar to her breasts. Gaylor had never seen a naked woman outside of her mother or from porn before, so this was a new experience for her. Then the realization hit her like an enraged Ogre.

“I guess we should make you uncomfortable by letting you be the only one naked,” Aritimi winked as she began unzipping her jumpsuit.

“Wait, leave your clothes somewhere safe. My study will be a good place for that. Follow me,” Zoe said, leading them to a part of the house that was more private. She strutted confidently, her wet feet leaving dark spots on the polished floor. Gaylor felt a blush creep up her neck as she took in the sight of Zoe’s naked form from behind with her tan-lined buttocks, trying to focus on anything else. The woman’s confidence was surprising, given the situation. Gaylor herself wouldn’t have the confidence to be this half-naked, let alone completely in the nude.

“You can undress and leave your clothes here,” Zoe opened a big double door that led to a study that smelled of leather and books. The walls were covered with bookshelves and there was a large desk in the middle of the room with a fancy chair behind it.

Aritimi was already naked when they reached the study so she just had to put her jumpsuit on the clothes hanger in the corner.

Gaylor felt very self-conscious about her body as she looked at her mentor’s nakedness. Perfect brown skin with a fit physique. Her boobs were bigger than average but they ignored the existence of gravity as if they had the same power as Gaylor. She also noticed a small patch of crescent moon-shaped tuft of hair above her pussy.

“Just leave them on the sofa,” Zoe said to Zara who was also undressing. Zara’s breasts were nice and round with pink nipples and areolae. Gaylor could easily switch her if she could. The rest of the girl’s body was also eye-catching. Nice sporty built with a shapely ass. Unlike the other two, Zara’s pubic hair was a bush.

Silence fell to the study then Gaylor noticed that all three of them were looking at her.

“It’s your turn,” Aritimi said, her eyes seeming to be hungry to see Gaylor’s nude body.

“Can I have a word with her?” Zara looked back at Aritimi.

“Alright,” she nodded.

Zara stepped closer to the Gaylor and looked back at the other two. Zoe was talking about her son’s latest feats on the soccer field so they could talk without those two eavesdropping on them.

“I don’t want to get naked. Even my underwear would be too much,” Gaylor murmured, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Look, I can perfectly understand what you are feeling, but you better do what she says,” Zara whispered, “It can get pretty bad if you try to fight her.”

“What do you mean?”

“On the first week of the course, I was paired up with Akemi, the Japanese girl with the Brain Beast powers,” Zara continued, “She was reluctant about getting naked, and once she finally did it we began to approach the house where the Bug Queen attacked us later that day. When we tried to enter, Aritimi offered to get us into the building with her portals because Inez didn’t have the keys with her. When we walked through the portal, we ended up in the middle of the road, right in front of a crowded bus stop, full of guys.”

Gaylor’s heart skipped a beat as she listened.

“Just do what she says if you don’t want a bad day to turn terrible,” Zara said and tears began to form in Gaylor’s eyes. She had never felt this vulnerable and embarrassed. Gaylor had no idea how she was going to survive this, but she knew she didn’t have a choice.

“C’mon, keep your chin up,” Zara placed a hand on her shoulder, “I’ll be here with you the whole time.”

“Thank you, Zara,” she said awkwardly.

“Must be interesting but we can talk about Mark’s success later,” Aritimi told Zoe as she got enough of her story, “Hey, you are still wearing clothes,” Aritimi glared at Gaylor.

Gaylor quickly grabbed the bottom of her sweater. She hesitated for a second but she then imagined the situation that Zara and Akemi were in and pulled the sweater above her head. Everyone in the room gasped as they were subjected to the sight of Gaylor’s humongous breasts inside the giant white bra.

“Whoa! Those are real?” Zoe was in shock and ave, so does Aritimi.

Gaylor’s face went beet red but she continued with her pants. She had to unbuckle her belt with the precision of a bomb disposal expert to avoid any unnecessary movement of her breasts. She felt like they had their own gravitational pull, a black hole threatening to swallow the room.

Her pants slid down while she pulled her feet out of the shoes, her socks followed suit quickly. Now she was just in her bra and panties, feeling like a clown who forgot the rest of her costume. Her breasts were spilling out of the custom-made bra. It was like she had two large watermelons stuck to her chest.

Everyone was silent as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.

The moment Gaylor’s bra was unhooked, it was as if the world held its breath. The fabric strained against her skin for a brief moment before releasing its grip, allowing her breasts to spill out into the open like a dam breaking free. They hung heavily, a sight so ludicrously exaggerated it was hard to believe they could be real. The flesh was pale and untouched by the sun, a canvas of freckles and moles scattered across her milky skin. Her areolae covered most of the front of her breasts. The nipples seemed to be even longer than in the morning, probably because they were hard from the cool air. The left breast was slightly bigger than the right. It wasn’t a big size difference, one could only notice on the second or third glance.