Pupil 29: Tomato’s Two Hundred Twenty-Two

For a moment, Zara thought she would have to do this week’s course with someone much older. As she got closer, she realized that the girl was somewhere at her age, just looked older because of her clothes.

She had glasses, high heels, black stockings, a very tight light-grey skirt, a white button up shirt with a tie, and above that she wore a dark grey blazer. Her dark brown, almost black, hair was tied in a neat bun at the back of her head.

Like a very young version of Gretchen, Zara thought.

“Good morning,” Zara greeted the girl, “You must be my next partner.”

“Pardon me, but might I inquire as to the nature of your request?” the girl spoke like a linguistic teacher.

“The course. You know, with Aritimi,” Zara replied awkwardly, she barely understood what the girl just said previously.

“Ah! Indeed, I am one of Aritimi’s protégés. My sincerest apologies for failing to recognize you as a fellow pupil. I was momentarily ensnared in my own contemplations.”

“Oh, no problem ... I guess,” Zara nodded.

Her favorite dinosaur must be thesaurus, Zara thought and had to force herself not to laugh at her own joke.

“I’m Zara Cromwell,” she stuck her hand out.

“I am Minerva von Wittenbacherschmidtgruberwaldkirchenadlerkreuzerhofenstein. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Zara Cromwell,” Minerva introduced herself.

Zara couldn’t decide what was more incredible, that fact that she managed to say this all with one breath or that she remembered this whole tongue twister horror name.

“Nice to meet you, but I’ll only call you Minerva if this is not a problem. I don’t want to be rude, I just know I’d butcher your name,” Zara chuckled awkwardly.

“Perish the thought, Miss Cromwell. I am well aware that my family’s illustrious name presents a considerable challenge to recollection,” Minerva shrugged.

“By the way, you said you have some problem ... if I got it right. What is it?”

“Indeed, I find myself beset by a predicament. My paramour’s family harbors a distinct aversion toward me, and alas, we are to pay a visit to their place of employment today,” Minerva replied.

“Sorry about that.”

“Indeed, it’s sad when the family is the way of love,” Aritimi showed up behind them. It didn’t even surprise Zara at this point, “By the way, good morning, pupils.”

“Morning,” Zara said, turning to face Aritimi.

“A most splendid morning to you, Miss Aritimi. As ever, it is a delight to make your acquaintance,” Minerva said, which made Zara feel dumb.

“I know you probably already know where we gonna go today because of your boyfriend, so I can already tell,” Aritimi looked at Minerva, “We are going to visit the Para-Zoological Unit.”

“Sounds familiar. They are the veterinarians for monsters, right?” Zara asked.

“Indeed, they specialize in the management of creatures that, while undeniably peculiar, fall within the realm of mere zoological anomalies rather than true monstrosities,” Minerva answered.

“I’ll translate it: yes, they handle those monsters that are technically just weird animals,” Aritimi added with a chuckle.

They followed Aritimi through the portal and they found themselves at a farm. It wasn’t like the Winchester family’s ranch at Crisis Response Unit’s HQ. This was bigger and louder. The sounds of wild beasts could be heard everywhere.

“Oh dear ... mud as far as the eye can see. I daresay my decision to procure a new pair of high heels was a most egregious miscalculation.”

It didn’t take them long to meet Aritimi’s friend. She was feeding a flock of chicken monsters. They were likely monsters because some of them breathed fire to chase others away from the food.

“Hey now! Let yer kinfolk git some grub too! Keep on bein’ greedy, an’ I’ll be tossin’ ya straight in the stew pot come tomorrow!” she talked to the monster chicken jokingly.

“Pupils, she is Tomato McDoodleferguson. The chief of the Para-Zoological Unit,” Aritimi introduced her friend.

Tomato was true to her name. Her hair was as red as a ripe tomato. It reached her waist, and was knotted into one single braid.

The overalls she wore were a patchwork of mismatched fabrics, stitched together with a clear disregard for fashion. They hugged her form in all the right places, showcasing her massive, round buttocks. Her ass was so big and round it seemed to stretch the material to its limits. The faded makeshift clothes cupped her cheeks perfectly, leaving little to the imagination.

Then she turned around. Zara almost gasped. It looked like Tomato was suffering from one of the worst cases of Gigantomastia ever. Her breasts, that looked more like udders, were so large that they could have been mistaken for giant melons strapped to her chest. The fabric clung to her grotesquely voluptuous form, showcasing her deep cleavage that looked like it could swallow a man whole. Her belly bulged but it looked like she was pregnant rather than obese, which seemed quite odd for someone of her age. Her shoulders were broad, almost as broad as a man’s, but her skin was as soft as velvet.

Zara was the first to introduce herself to her.

“Well, ain’t it good to see ya, Zara! Mercy, ya got a grip like a dadgum bear trap. Reckon you’re one mighty strong lil’ gal!” she said, giving Zara’s hand a firm shake.

Then came Minerva. Her delicate hand disappeared in Tomato’s calloused palm. “The pleasure is entirely mine, Miss McDoodleferguson,” she said, her voice as smooth as a jazz saxophone solo.

“Girl, yer hands are softer’n a newborn calf’s belly! What kinda work y’all do in them fancy getups, anyhow?” Tomato said, eyeing Minerva’s attire with a raised brow.

“My family is a highly esteemed institution within the realm of Para-Zoology, much like yourself. However, our focus is exclusively on the academic and scientific facets of the discipline rather than its practical applications. I elected to enroll in this course to garner firsthand experience, particularly in the pragmatic aspects of this vocation,” Minerva replied with composed eloquence.

“Now, hold yer horses just a dang minute. That name rings a bell. Ain’t you the prissy lil’ thing my boy’s been courtin’ fer some months now?” Tomato shot her a sharp, suspicious glare.

“Ah ... yes, that would indeed be me. We became acquainted at the Monster-Zoo located here in Crowsend. My family maintains proprietorship over the establishment, and he was present to provide our personnel with instruction on the proper management of supernatural fauna,” Minerva explained, her voice steady despite the palpable tension.

“Let’s see how you guys do your job here,” Aritimi stepped in.

“A’right, Timi, let’s show this high-falutin’ book-learned gal how us real folks get the hard work done ‘round here,” Tomato nodded, “C’mon now, y’all, follow me.”

They followed Tomato back to the building.

“Welp, now that ain’t nobody watchin’, I can finally take these ol’ things off,” she said, sending her boots flying with a relieved sigh. But she didn’t stop at her boots. Her awe-inspiring assets bounced as she peeled off the overalls to reveal her bare skin underneath.

Her oversized breasts, easily Z-cups if that’s the largest, bobbed with the grace of a waterbed as she moved. They were saggy and veiny, reaching down below her belly button, and she had no shame showing them off. Her pink areolae were the size of dinner plates at least with thick erect nipples. Rivaling Gaylor’s sizes. Her stomach was tight, with a bulge that suggested she had a baby bump, she also had stretch marks, likely from past pregnancies.

What stood out the most, aside from her melon-sized meat sacks, was her pubic hair. Her pussy looked like it never seen a razor. It was covered in a thick, coarse, dark red bush that matched her hair. It started at her belly button as a happy trail and grew into a full on forest between her legs. It was so dense that it looked like you could lose a hand in it.

Zara wasn’t sure about her breasts being bigger than Gaylor’s but her bush was definitely larger.

“Damn, that’s a not a bush that’s a whole forest down there,” Aritimi said, with a whistle and a smirk, breaking the awkward silence, “Although I find compeltely shaved pussies boring and devoid of personality, an uncontrolled bush is also uncreative. Maybe you should trim it into an interesting shape. Or knit a swaether from it,” she chuckled as Tomato glared at her.

“Now, take them fancy clothes off, gals. Ain’t no use for them ‘round here. This here’s what we work in,” she said, pointing at herself with a proud grin.

“That’s why I love this unit so much,” Aritimi smiled and slipped out from her jumpsuit. Her breasts were also huge but not as massive as Tomato’s but hers weren’t saggy. Her pitch-black pubic hair was just a small patch of neatly trimmed crescent-moon above her pussy.

Zara followed suit and undressed quickly, placing her clothes next to the others. Her breasts weren’t small either but noticeably smaller than Aritimi’s and of course much smaller than Tomato’s. Her pubic hair was a small dark brown bush. She trimmed it into a big triangle to at least give it a good shape.

“Is this truly requisite? I would prefer to continue my tasks in the attire I have already donned,” Minerva replied, her tone a mix of polite protest and discomfort.

“Listen here, little lady. I’m the one runnin’ this show, so you’ll work the way I say. Ya got that?”

“Yes, my apologies for my protest,” Minerva replied, her tone resigned but still composed.

Minerva began to undress. She started by carefully slipping off her shoes which was followed by her blazer, she then unzipped and unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Her white button up shirt was next and she slipped it off revealing a black, lacy bra.

Without the confines of her clothes, Minerva’s body had good curves, not as curvy as Tomato of course. She was a slim girl with firm and round pair of C-cup breasts and a shapely ass with wide hips that seemed to be even wider thanks to her oddly thin wasp waist. Giving her a very nice hourglass figure.

She stopped as she reached her underwear. Both her bra and panties looked very fancy and expensive. Her panties were those big and semi-transparent French type with a bow on the side.

“You better take everything off,” Aritimi said, “They’re going to get dirty here to the point that it would be easier to replace them rather than cleaning.”

“Very well, I shall comply,” Minerva said.

She started by removing her glasses and replaced them with contact lenses. Then she took off her bra, revealing her firm breasts. Her nipples were the size of half dollars and a pale pink color. They were so large and puffy they looked like they could pop any moment.

Her panties were the next to come off, revealing her shaven pussy with a weirdly small patch of trimmed pubic hair above it in the shape of a heart. It was a stark contrast to Tomato’s scarlet jungle.

Tomato couldn’t resist and burst out laughing, “Lookit you! Got yo’ lil’ pussy all dressed up like it’s goin’ to the prom!”

Minerva blushed and stayed silent.

“So ... we’re going to take care of some monster animals here? Like a farm just with monsters?” Zara asked.

“Yup, that’s ‘bout right. Some critters ain’t monsters in the mean way, just odd lil’ beasties needin’ proper care. My kin been wranglin’ ‘em fer generations now, ‘cause turns out they’s a whole lot hardier than regular ol’ cows ‘n pigs. Then the HSA up ‘n decided we was the best folks fer the job, so now we wrangle beasties all over. Betcha seen some o’ my gals runnin’ ‘round the city. Anytime folks nab a beast monster, they ring us up to haul it off ‘fore it causes a ruckus,” Tomato explained.

“Hmm, now that you say, when I worked in Zoe’s unit, sometimes I’ve seen animal monsters being taken away by girls with red hair,” Zara added.

“I think you should introduce the girls to your “little” team,” Aritimi snickered.

“Huh?” Zara wondered what Aritimi found funny so much.

“Indeed, my esteemed partner has informed me that Miss McDoodleferguson hails from a rather ... prodigious lineage. If his descriptions are to be believed, we are about to make the acquaintance of a veritable legion of kinfolk,” Minerva replied.

“Carrot! Git on over here, boy!” Tomato hollered.

Zara almost chuckled as she heard that one of the Tomato’s kids is named Carrot. Then she noticed that Minerva gasped as she heard that name.

The door slammed open a few moments later. A young boy, approximately the age of Zara and Minerva, entered the room in a hurry. The boy looked almost like a girl with his cute, freckled face and long hair that was braided in the same way as his mother’s. Although his hair color wasn’t tomato red but more of his namesake, a light orange color, like a freshly washed carrot.

“This here’s my boy, Carrot. Though I reckon ya already know that, Mi-ner-va,” Tomato said, eyeing her with a smirk.

Carrot was naked as well, and that was the only reason Zara could tell that he was a boy. His cock was thick and long, already erect. It was veiny, uncut and at least 20 cm long with a big girth. The head was huge, bulging and throbbing.

He looked like a ginger girl with a strap-on dildo which reminded Zara of Julian, Urszula’s son. Although Julian’s glans was way more disproportionate and his cock wasn’t this long.

Carrot’s eyes flared up as he noticed Minerva, his cock twitched as well. He looked like he was about to run to her for a hug but as he noticed his mother nearby, he toned himself down.

“Well, ain’t this a fine sight! Mighty glad ya finally made it out here, Minerva,” Carrot said with a grin after he introduced himself.

“Carrot! Quit yer lollygaggin’ with the guests. Go fetch the rest of the kin and tell ‘em to wait for us by the barn,” Tomato ordered.

The boy nodded and left.

“Hey, Timi! Let’s sit an’ have us a cup o’ joe while we wait. Wranglin’ up a big ol’ herd takes a minute, ya know,” Tomato chuckled.

“Yep, it was a long time since I could drink some coffee in peace,” she nodded as they went to another door which opened to a huge kitchen. Zara could see an army of mugs lined up on a shelf, each having a different name on it.

The pupils stayed behind. As the kitchen’s door got closed, Zara began to speak.

“So, you and Carrot. I couldn’t ignore how ... you know different you are. How did you guys end up together?” Zara was curious. She wasn’t the gossipy type, but this thing piqued her interest.

“As I previously stated, we enlisted his expertise at my family’s Monster-Zoo. Once I observed his extensive knowledge of these remarkable creatures, I sought to engage him in deeper discussions, and thus, our conversations became more frequent, just the two of us. Despite the stark contrast between our upbringings, his lineage often labeled as ‘rustic’ or ‘hill-folk’ while mine is regarded as ‘pretentious aristocracy,’ we discovered an array of shared commonalities. Both of our families boast a long-standing history with monsters and the HSA. Both possess names of excessive length. And ... well, both are somewhat notorious for their, shall we say, particular approach to maintaining the integrity of their lineage,” Minerva stated delicately.

“It’s a nice story, I guess,” Zara said, “By the way. Did you two ... you know. You tried his carrot?” she winked.

Minerva’s cheeks reddened, “I ... we have engaged in intimate activities, yes,” she replied, her voice a tad shaky.

They’ve seen each other naked before, although they only had sex once, with condom and Carrot barely managed to enter her pussy before errupting. It was mostly because she helped him pull on the condom with her hands.

As they were waiting for the others, Zara and Minerva continued talking.

“You are so smart, and you got such a good way with words. I envy you,” Zara said.

“It’s due to my Cerebellum Cetus augmentation. It enhances my brain’s capacity to store and process information, allowing it to expand as necessary,” Minerva explained, and then, with a subtle motion, a pink, fleshy appendage slithered from her left ear. It slowly morphed into a fully formed brain in the palm of her hand.

“Is ... is that your brain?” Zara gasped in awe.

“Partially. It’s just an additional one I grew for demonstration purposes,” Minerva clarified, casually holding the brain to her ear before it slithered back inside her head. “It’s a rather unpleasant power, but Carrot finds it amusing.”

Zara then explained her Flesh Fiend powers to Minerva who found it really interesting.

“Ma! We’re all set!” Carrot’s voice rang out from outside.

Tomato walked out from the kitchen, followed by Aritimi.

“Aight, let’s git movin’, girls. Lemme introduce y’all to my humble lil’ clan,” Tomato chortled.

As they stepped out, they were greeted by an army of redhead girls with long, braided hair. They were ranging from their early twenties to their early forties, all sharing Tomato’s hair color and well-endowed upper body. All of them were naked, their pussies almost as hairy as their mother’s.

“Whoa! Not even the Winchester Herd is that big,” Zara exclaimed.

“These here’s my pride ‘n joy. My darlin’ daughters,” Tomato introduced the redhead army in front of her.

“How is this possible?” Zara asked.

“I will explain it to them,” Aritimi offered. Zara didn’t mind it because it was likely that Tomato’s explanation would be hard to understand.

“Let’s start by explaining Tomato’s augmentation,” Aritimi started, “She has the power of a Zenith Zygote. That’s why she looks pregnant. Technically, she is permanently pregnant since she recieved her augmentation. Seemingly, she has a lot of children, but in reality, only eight of them are counted as humans, Carrot included. The others are clones.”

The girls were separated into different groups. Aritimi led them to the closest one that had 13 members. Zara noticed that similarly to Jacintha’s clones, most of the girls have a blank, empty expression with dead eyes.

“She is Pepper,” Aritimi introduced her, “She, along with the rest of these girls are a set of tredecuplets, although there’s only one person there who is a real human.”

“And what do the others do?” Zara asked.

“They’re me,” the twelve girls behind Pepper said in unison. They sounded like Tomato.

“They are Tomato’s meat puppets. Something like Jacintha’s power, but with better quality clones. She can also control her kids for a very short amount of time, but her clones are those that she can use any time she wants,” Aritimi explained.

Pepper and her “sisters” looked very similar to their mother, except that they didn’t have bulging bellies. Their breasts seemed to be Z-cups, but a little bit smaller than Tomato’s.

They moved onto a group of 27 girls.

“The second borns are these septenvigintuplets with Beet being the only real girl among them.”

Pepper chuckled when Aritimi referred to her as a girl instead of woman. She was seemingly also somewhere in her early 40’s, just like Pepper but her breasts were slightly smaller.

It looked like from youngest to oldest, their breast sizes kept increasing. The youngest ones had K-cups and their breasts only got bigger from that.

They stopped at the largest group with 44 girls, somewhere in their late 30s.

“She is Pumpkin, the leader of this set of quadr ... quadrog ... quadragintaquattuoruplets. Yes, I managed to say it with only three tries.”

They were followed by a smaller group of 18 women in their mid 30’s. They were octodecuplets with the only real one being Strawberry.

Next came Apple, the leader of a set of trigintanovemuplets, which was 39 women in their early 30s.

The next group was 24 women, somewhere in their late 20s.

“Radish is the big boss of this team of quattuorvigintuplets. Yes, this one was only one try,” Aritimi celebrated.

“And these vigintuplets with Plum are the second to last,” they stopped at a group of 20 girls who were seemingly 20+ years old.

“Khm,” Carrot cleared his throat. He stood in front of 36 girls, seemingly his age, all had the same orange hair. Their breast were big D-cups with only a small slope.

“I didn’t forget about you,” Aritimi said, “The youngest of Tomato’s clan is this trigintaseptemuplets with Carrot, the only boy being the real one.”

“That’s incredible. This pussy must have went through some horrors but still icnredible,” Zara looked at the army, “But how did she managed to give birth that many babies at the same time?”

“Only the real baby had the size of a normal one. The clones were barely the size of a finger’s tip. But they grew up quickly,” Aritimi explained.

“That’s a nasty augmentation,” Zara snarked.

“As Miss Cromwell so eloquently stated, it is indeed a rather peculiar and somewhat grotesque ability, yet I must admit it possesses a certain level of remarkable ingenuity,” Minerva added.

“Flatterer,” Tomato and her puppet daughters said in unison with a series of smirks.

“By the way. Why do everyone need to be naked here?” Zara asked.

“Aha! That’s a question I’ve been dyin’ to answer,” Tomato grinned, “Ya see, these critters here, they’re a bit more ... let’s say, ‘innocent’ than the monsters ya’ll usually deal with. Fact is, they find us folks in clothes downright strange. Bein’ in our birthday suits, it just makes ‘em feel more comfortable ‘round us. Less threatening, ya know? And when they’re comfortable, they’s easier to handle.”

“In a nutshell: beasts and monsters doesen’t wear clothes in nature and humans with their clothes seem to be threathening as if they were unnatural,” Aritimi explained, “Tomato and her clan only wears clothes in special cases, like when the have to handle a little bit wilder monsters, like those fire-breathing chickens.”

“And what are we gonna do here? Fight some beasts?” Zara hoped she could fight something.

“No, you will learn how to handle these creatures. It can come in handy when you have to calm down a beast without using violence. I managed to prevent a lot of collateral damage this way,” Aritimi replied.

“Splendid. As I have little inclination toward the application of brute force, I am quite content with merely observing and handling these creatures in a nonviolent manner,” Minerva nodded.

Suddenly, one of the oldest meat puppet daughters’ eyes began to shine with sentience as Tomato possessed her.

“C’mon now, gals! Y’all follow me, and I’ll show ya the critters,” Tomato said through her puppet. Carrot followed them along, although Aritimi stayed behind.

“Are you not going to come with us?” Zara looked back at her.

Before she could answer, the door they came from previously opened and walked out four tall people. Zara recognized the tallest one, which was 2.7 meters tall. She was Bo from the Anti Kaiju Unit.

“Sorry for being late,” Bo said as they walked in, “It’s hard to find a parking spot in a wild place like that.”