Chapter 05: The Farm - An Old Friend

The rookies went deeper into the building.

“So, Inez ... I mean, what’s left of her is contained here?” Zara asked.

“Yes. All dead hunters’ recovered remains are brought here,” Aritimi said, resting a hand on her pregnant belly.

“But of course, she is held in the VIP section,” Gloria added as they continued to walk.

They stopped in front of the next elevator.

“For safety reasons, only a few of you can enter at the same time, supervised by Aritimi and me,”

Gloria explained.

“Zara, Akemi, Bambi, Curtis, Dayanara, and Esmeralda. You’re gonna be the first,” Aritimi called.

They stepped out of the crowd and walked towards the door.

Zara was the first.

Then came Akemi. Her firm, small breast grew bigger as her pregnancy progressed, and she leaned into Zara for a moment of stability before stepping into the elevator. Her only remaining arm was clutching the underside of her belly, a protective gesture that seemed instinctive and timeless.

Bambi strode in next. Her artificially perfect bimbo physique was also changed by pregnancy. Her breasts had ballooned, stretching the already stretched skin of her chest further, while her belly pushed forward with a heavy, rounded grace.

Curtis still looked beautiful, despite the growing baby inside her, but her once firm breasts were now heavy, swaying with each step she took. As she entered the elevator, she let out a soft sigh of relief, leaning her back against the mirrored wall to ease the pressure on her spine.

Dayanara’s obesity got worse as her pregnancy progressed. Her already big belly was now even bigger, and her ass was so fat that she had to enter the elevator sideways.

Esmeralda, who was the last one to enter, was also heavily pregnant. Her belly was almost the same size as Dayanara’s, and her breasts were so large that they were practically touching her stomach.

“You can stay in the staff waiting room nearby,” Gloria said, pointing at a door.

Then the elevator began to move with Aritimi, Gloria, and the six rookies inside.

Meanwhile ... somewhere else in the building.

David was sorting among the undead women. Trying to find a fuckable one among the fallen hunters.

“Oh, yes,” he licked his lips, looking at one behind the glass.

The hunter was a young woman with long, silver hair. All of her limbs were missing, seemingly bitten off by something huge. According to the label, her name was Gina Kael, and she had died three years ago.

With a smug grin, he opened the door with the special key the Stranger had given him. The door hissed open, and Gina almost sat up, just to fall back clumsily.

At first, she felt human, but she soon began to growl like a wild beast. At least she couldn’t attack.

David didn’t care for the growling; in fact, the primal, animalistic sound only served to heighten the thrill of the transgression. He stepped into the sterile cold of the containment unit, his boots clicking against the tiled floor. He reached down and gripped Gina’s silver hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. She was a fragmented thing, a ruin of a woman, but the augmentation had kept her skin supple and pale, like polished marble.

He didn’t waste time with tenderness. His cock plunged into her with a brutal, sudden force. As he forced himself into her, the growls transitioned into a sharp, guttural keen. Something was intoxicating about the power imbalance; the fact that she was a fallen hero of the HSA, now reduced to a mindless, immobile vessel for his appetite. He moved with a frantic, selfish rhythm, ignoring the vacant look in her eyes as he claimed what remained of her.

“Fuck, you grip like you’re still trying to hunt something,” David grunted, his voice echoing off the sterile white walls of the containment unit. He didn’t care that Gina’s mind was a fractured mosaic of instinct and trauma; in fact, the lack of consent made the friction feel more visceral. He pinned her torso down with the weight of his chest, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. Every thrust was a reminder of her fallen status, a desecration of a high-ranking hunter’s dignity. Gina’s mouth opened in a silent, jagged scream, her lungs unable to push past the guttural sounds of the monster augmentation’s influence, while David lost himself in the mindless, rhythmic violence of the act.