Chapter 50: Space Adventure

First of all, thanks to everyone for reading. When I began writing a year ago, I didn’t expect to get this far.

As usual, this one is a more story-focused chapter, but the next one will be a standard training chapter with a lot of monster sex.

Zara was super excited to say the very least. After all, you can’t go to space any day you want.

She thought she’d arrived early. Actually, she was almost the last one there.

Akemi, Bambi, and Curtis were tossing around a frisbee molded from Bambi’s living gold.

Dayanara, Esmeralda, and Freya were locked in an intense jump-rope showdown. Dayanara used her prehensile hair, Esmeralda used her tentacles, and Freya was the only one with an actual rope.

Gaylor floated lazily in the air while chatting with her boyfriend, Mark. Hristina lobbed a snowball at them for fun. Irish was nothing but a red-haired blur as she ran hundreds of laps around the park. Jacintha produced a naked clone for Keller to possess with her astral projection as training.

The Lexisters were practicing a chaotic cheer routine. Minerva was folding an absurdly detailed paper plane using sheets Niko generated. Olympia was doing one-arm pushups while Pixie sat on her back like a tiny rainbow referee.

Quincy and Rexine practiced martial arts, using Rexine’s bone spears as prop swords.

Skeletina chatted quietly with Fred until Tünde and Titanilla drifted over, asking for help with their aim.

Undine attempted to mimic Valeria’s elegant ballet motions, but her limbs refused to follow the robotically precise choreography.

Welcome was trying (and failing) to catch a squirrel in one of the trees.

Xipil and Xan quizzed each other on spell incantations.

Meanwhile, the flying heads of Yseult, Ysolde, and Ysandre circled the fountain while their headless shared body danced cheerfully in place.

Yep. This was going to be a crazy day. Zara could already feel it.

A wave of greetings rippled through the park as everyone noticed her arrival.

“You came pretty early. Guess I wasn’t the only one counting down to today,” Zara said.

“Well, going to space is rare even for top-tier HSA members,” Akemi replied. “Most of them only go there in case of an emergency.”

“And what about the boys?” Zara nodded toward Mark and Fred.

“Gaylor asked Aritimi. She said she doesn’t care if the boys come. She’s only worried about her sisters, not them,” Akemi explained.

“Are ye excited too, girls?” Yseult’s flying head swooped between them.

“We barely slept las’ night,” Ysolde added.

“I didn’t sleep at all!” Ysandre chirped proudly.

“Alright, calm down.” Akemi chuckled. “You three are going to fly into orbit before Aritimi even shows up.”

“Oh, I see all of you are here,” came Aritimi’s voice.

Her head popped out of a small mid-air portal, hovering like a curious cat. Then she vanished, and a second portal opened; this one was huge. A bus rolled out and stopped a few meters from the group.

It was the Argento sisters’ bus, the one with the HUNTR plate.

Aritimi leaned out from the bus’ open door. “Hop on, everyone.”

The group piled inside. As usual, the interior was absurdly larger than the outside suggested. Aritimi opened a portal directly into the bus so Welcome wouldn’t have to wedge herself through the doorframe.

Fred already felt dread creeping up his spine. The Argento sisters were, of course, already naked.

His pants tightened immediately as he took in the sight. They looked like a pantheon of sex goddesses: shapely asses, enormous brown breasts, some impossibly firm, others gloriously heavy.

And most striking of all: Aritimi herself.

Her massive, perfectly sculpted breasts combined with her fit, elegant frame made her look less like a human woman and more like a dark-skinned Elf queen. Pointed ears wouldn’t have looked out of place.

“So we’re going to space ... in a bus?” Pixie asked.

“Yes,” Aritimi nodded. “It’s convenient for hauling everyone and everything.”

“By the way,” Zara asked, “how are we even getting there? I doubt you can just open a portal into the space station whenever you feel like it. Important HSA facilities have anti-teleport and anti-portal tech.”

“Correct,” Aritimi said. “If I want to go there, I have to call ahead. They authorize exactly one entry point here and one over there, and I’m only allowed to keep the portal open for a short window. But we won’t be using my power. The station has its own transport device at HQ. So with the bus, we can all go at once,” she added.

“Can we go to the next place, Ari?” Artume asked from behind the steering wheel.

Aritimi checked her phone. “Hmm ... yeah. The others are already waiting.”

“Others?” Zara asked.

“Yep. Since I was forced to drag all of my sisters along on what was originally supposed to be our trip, I took the liberty of inviting some friends. They deserve to have fun too, and they can help keep the girls in line.”

“That actually sounds smart,” Zara said.

“Alright, everyone!” Aritimi announced. “Find a seat while we’re moving. Chat, eat something, do whatever. We’ve got a few stops to make before heading to HQ.”

Zara and several friends settled onto the couches around the snack table, while others drifted toward the bar to join Artixene.

Then the bus rolled forward.

“I wonder what the program will be up there,” Zara mused.

The Byrne triplets sat across from her, all three heads neatly reattached to their shared body for once.

“I hope they’ll let us fly a few laps ‘round the station,” Ysandre said, bright and chipper, while the other two looked like they were barely awake.

“Can you even survive in a vacuum?” Akemi asked, raising a brow.

“Yes,” Ysolde nodded. “When we activate our powers an’ detach our heads, we don’t need food, water, or air.”

“And what about underwater?” Undine slid into the group, her voice carrying that eerie, involuntary chuckle at the end.

“We can propel our heads underwater using fire, yes,” Yseult said. “Just ... not as easily.”

“Well, my augmentation works best underwater, so I’ll choose a unit where I can swim all the time,” Undine said, finishing with another creepy giggle.

The bus slowed and came to a stop.

“Hi, Inez!” Aritimi called, waving her friend inside.

“Hello, Timi,” Inez replied warmly as she stepped in, dressed in her pest-control uniform, hair pulled back, smile calm and steady.

“I heard Isela’s sick. Is she alright?” Aritimi asked, brow creasing in worry.

“She’s much better now,” Inez answered. “She was just scared in the beginning.”

“Good to hear that,” Aritimi nodded.

Inez made her way to the bar, asking Artixene for a drink with that same serene tone.

Zara leaned closer to Akemi. “What happened with Isela? I didn’t want to ask Inez directly...”

“I heard she got sick after the Hunter High open day,” Akemi whispered back. “Some people’s bodies don’t react well to augmentations. Women handle them better than men overall, but ... it’s still unpredictable.”

Zara suddenly felt grateful her own augmentation hadn’t caused anything bad.

Bright flashes passed across the bus windows, Aritimi’s portals shimmering like lightning as the vehicle rolled through them.

Soon, more and more friends of Aritimi got on board.

Lana was the next. She was swimming in the ground while waiting for the bus. She was wearing her tight, red one-piece swimsuit.

Serena followed her. She looked strange with her long, naturally blue hair, but not as strange as Bo, whose 2.7 meters height was only rivaled by Welcome. It looked like she would have trouble getting on the bus, but her flexibility allowed her to enter without help.

Then came Julia, still wearing her doctor’s coat.

At the next stop, only one person boarded: a pretty blond ... girl?

Well, technically a boy. But thanks to his hormone issues, Julian looked like the cutest blonde girl anyone could dream of.

“Hey, Julian, where’s your mother?” Aritimi asked.

“Um ... she needs some help because of her size,” he said in a soft, girlish voice.

“Oh! Right, right,” Aritimi laughed, then opened a portal into the bus.

Something huge stepped through.

A towering figure lumbered forward, wrapped in what could only be described as a tent-sized trench coat. Her body was warped in every direction by monstrous, unnatural muscle mass. That was Urszula Björnström. Beside her tiny, delicate son, she looked like a walking kaiju in a coat.

Fred couldn’t decide whether he should stare in awe or crawl under a seat.

Next came Zoe Lincoln, sporting her casual soccer-mom energy.

“You better not drink any alcohol,” Zoe warned her son with a pointed glare.

“Relax, Mom. It’s soda,” Mark groaned.

The next guest was Winter Summers, accompanied by her daughters: Spring, Autumn, and Summer. Plus Bram, her grandson.

Just like Winter, all of them had that trademark emo vibe: pale skin, dark clothes, and streaked raven hair. Also, all of them, aside from Barm, were accompanied by a small storm cloud floating above their heads.

“Hi, Winter. Your other grandchildren couldn’t come?” Aritimi asked.

“They are replacing me at my unit. It’s their big time to show how they can handle things.” Winter replied with her usual, lethargic tone.

“Oh, hi, Zara,” Bram said as he wandered over.

“Hi, Bram. Want to sit with us?” Zara asked.

“Sure,” he nodded, taking a seat nearby with practiced femboy elegance.

“Are you excited about today, girls?” Bram asked.

“Yes, we are,” the Byrne triplets replied in perfect unison.

“My mother and aunts too,” Bram added, gesturing toward the emo clan, each woman staring blankly as if life itself had wronged them. “I know it doesn’t look like it, but trust me. They’re thrilled.”

“By the way. The others didn’t want to come?” Zara asked.

“No. As grandma said, it’s their big time. She brought Mom because she deserves something after not winning at the open day, and she brought us because we helped her the most,” he answered.

Fred still wasn’t sure what to do with the whole emo family ... but his confusion turned into shock when the next guest climbed aboard: an Amish woman, Hester.

“Hey, Hester. Are you excited?” Irish asked, “You can be the first Amish in space today.”

“Thanks, but this title goes to my neighbors who were sent to the Moon by Timi,” she answered with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I forgot to calculate the planet’s orbit and rotation into the positioning of my portals. I was a beginner. Can’t you guys forget about it?” Aritimi said with a huff. “Plus, nobody got seriously injured.”

“Yes, but the community still to this day refers to you as the vacuum cleaner, because the vacuum of your portal almost wiped half of the buildings off the map,” Hester added with a smile.

Aritimi’s sisters laughed, and her pupils turned away to hide their chuckles while the bus stopped again. The two new passengers weren’t unknown to Fred: Dallas and Dakota, the twin cowgirls.

Soon, two more guests joined: Gretchen, whose elegant librarian outfit contrasted heavily with Renée’s mime costume.

Fred didn’t think the situation could get any more surreal. Then the bus stopped at a massive farm.

A red-haired woman approached, no, loomed, with a gigantic round backside and breasts even larger than Gaylor’s Z-cup titans, all barely contained within a rug-like overall. Despite being late middle-aged, she looked unmistakably pregnant.

“Oh my gosh,” Fred whispered hoarsely. “Is she one of the Hart sisters? She looks like a human-fertility god hybrid.”

“This lady is Tomato McDoodleferguson,” Minerva said matter-of-factly. “Chief of the Para-Zoological Unit, and maternal parent of my paramour.”

Tomato stepped aboard, followed by her similarly redheaded kids: Pepper, Beet, Pumpkin, Strawberry, Apple, Radish, Plum, and her son, Carrot.

All the girls were massively gifted up top, though their sizes decreased from oldest to youngest, but even the smallest was still a K-cup.

“I see your puppets have stayed behind to do the chores. Are you sure you can keep them under control even when we are at the space station?” Aritimi asked.

“Aw heck, I could keep ‘em wrangled even if I was clear over on t’other side o’ the dang universe,” Tomato said proudly.

Fred couldn’t help but stare at Tomato’s massive breasts and then her huge, round ass as she passed by.

Minerva then hugged Carrot, her boyfriend, and went to the bar to drink something together.

“Huh! Quite an odd couple,” Fred pointed out, “I wonder whose family was the more disappointed.”

“As I heard, both families are okay with that,” Zara answered. “Both Carrot’s clan and Minerva’s aristocratic family had multiple generations of inbreeding. They didn’t mind some refreshment to the bloodline.”

The trio in the next stop added another layer of strangeness to the growing crowd on the bus: Piper, dressed in her classic aviator outfit, Naomi in her police officer uniform, and Odina in her traditional Native American clothes.

Fred was hardly surprised anymore ... until the next family boarded.

At first glance, it looked like a young boy escorted by his little sister, who was wearing a gothic lolita dress, and a very creepy doll was sitting on her shoulder, dressed in the same style. But the “doll” blinked.

That was Etheldreda Graves: a very small but fully adult middle-aged woman who was also a professional martial artist. The “little girl” was actually her daughter, and she was in her late thirties, and the boy was her grandson, Dorian.

And then things got even stranger.

A tiny, colorful clown car rolled onto the bus. Somehow, impossibly, it bounced to a stop, and the door popped open. A Mexican woman, dressed in a colorful, clown-style tactical gear, jumped out. Her face was painted like that of a clown, and her hair was an orange afro ... except that was the real color of her face and her hair, a side effect of her augmentation.

“¡Hola!” shouted Coco Rivera, while producing funny noises by tapping her big, red clown nose. “Also, I picked up a friend on my way here.” She announced, and the clown car began to distort. Its door grew impossible huge as something big squeezed itself through.

Zara could only see a blonde mane and a massive fur coat.

Slowly, but the clown car managed to push out the inhumanly obese principal of Hunter High, Venus, who was as round as her namesake planet.