No characters (humans and non-humans included) are below the age of consent.
This is one of the story-focused chapters with less sex.
Also, similarly to Chapter 12, I tried to be more experimental, so this one is from the point of view of one of the pupils who are doing the course with Zara.
Also also, this one ended up being much longer than I expected.
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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 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 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-cups, 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 had 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 in the end, everyone will meet everyone else 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 would 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 tried to ignore her reflection since she didn't like what she saw in the mirror, but this time, she took a lengthy look at herself. But first, she put 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, was 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 mismatched 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 not to have a basketball-sized and a beachball-sized one at the same time. 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 were 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 the 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 lamppost near the road.
Flying was not easy with her power, but using it to enhance her jumps was child's play plus less tiresome. It was way quicker than walking and even faster than flying since all she could do was just hover. 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.
