Story: Titnosis: Akane Gets

Due to some comments regarding the various other Ranma threads and that commenter's annoyance at the Magic Word method of growth, I decided to take an alternative approach.
Continued from here.

 It was just another day for Akane Tendo when everything changed. Much the day she was forcibly affianced to a certain sex-changing martial artist, there hadn’t seemed to be anything remotely spectacular about the day right up until the point it all hit the fan.

Right now, she’d been out with her friends Yuka and Sayuri. Nothing odd happened. They hung out, engaged in idle gossip. No martial arts challenges, no kidnapping attempts, no magically-inclined items appearing out of nowhere, no Ranma and above all else, none of those pesky pests -

“Nihao!”

- Like the purple-headed bimbo riding a bike right towards her. The words “too good to last” seemed appropriate.

“Hello, Shampoo,” Akane said, forcing herself to be polite to a girl that had placed an inhibitor on her memory, lied to her, manipulated her and those around her for personal amusement, made fun of her at every chance she got and would probably kill Akane if the opportunity to shift the blame ever properly arose.

“On your way to another delivery?” she asked. “How has business been?”

“Business good!” Shampoo declared, beaming with pride. “We make top quality ramen dish! Too much better than any effort kitchen destroyer make.”

Akane didn’t shout. She didn’t yell. She didn’t storm off in a huff. She just stood there and smiled. No, sir. She was in a good mood today, and it would take much more than that to set her off.

“Where airen?” Shampoo enquired, doing a much better job of looking the curious innocent than she needed to.

“He’s away training for the day,” Akane replied. “Don’t ask me where.” He’d probably be back home for dinner. Shampoo didn’t particularly need to know that.

“Is shame,” Shampoo sighed, and gestured to the box she was carrying. “Shampoo want share dinner with airen. Is new delicious recipe! It much better than dumb curry!”

Like water off Mousse’s back, she kept on smiling. Which was a mistake, as Shampoo was not the sort to back down from a -

“Much less fat, too!”

- Challenge.

“Excuse me?” Akane twitched slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Shampoo not mean anything,” she replied, idly inspecting her nails. “But maybe eat less curry, have better figure?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my figure!”

Shampoo smiled the same sort of smile as a shark when there was blood in the water, and pounced every bit as quickly and ferociously.

“Of course not!” she said. “But maybe airen be more interested and fight less with Akane if she have better chest?”

“My chest has nothing to do with anything!” Akane yelled.

“No? Shampoo swear she hear argument over how girl Ranma better built! Ah! Shampoo have to return home! Sexless girl have fun stuff bra! Bye bye!”

Akane threw a nearby rock at the pest as Shampoo rode off laughing on a bicycle. At the last moment the bike swerved slightly to the right, causing the stone to clatter harmlessly against the ground and providing Shampoo a final effort to turn around and taunt her with a cheeky tongue out of the mouth.

“Ooh, I hate that Shampoo!” Akane fumed. “I was in such a good mood as well! Can’t she just leave us alone?”

“Interesting you should say 'us',” an unfamiliar voice said. “I take it that you are not the only one she annoys, hm? Trying to steal your boyfriend, perhaps?”

Akane turned around, surprised she hadn’t notice the stranger approach. It was a woman, a little taller than herself. Curly blonde hair, green eyes that sparkled with intelligence and a smile so cheeky she could give Ranma pointers. She was wearing a tight white shirt that didn’t quite cover her navel, and a pair of cutoff jeans that hugged her legs. A fashion choice that Akane quite disapproved of.

Ah, but who could forget her most prominent feature? After all, they were quite impossible to ignore. On a cold day she probably put out an eye or three just walking down the street. Whoever she was, it would be best if she left Furinkan before Happosai noticed and decided to follow her around like the sick puppy he was.

“I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” Akane said, wondering what this woman wanted while simultaneously looking for a polite way to disengage from the conversation as quickly as possible.

“My name isn’t important,” the woman responded with a movement Akane took to be a shrug. But it wasn’t. “What does matter is that you seem like a girl with next to no control over your life, and I know what that’s like. If you do as I say, then maybe I can help you get that control!”

Akane opened her mouth to respond, except that the mystery woman finished her actually-not-a-shrug gesture and whipped the bottom of her shirt over the top of her breasts and left it there, uncaring that her bare chest was exposed for all the world to see. A variety of rants filled Akane’s mind in that moment: How perverted! How indecent! Anyone can see, doesn’t she have any shame?!

But nothing came out of her mouth save exhalation. All she could do was stare in shock at those <i>big and round and beautiful</i> naked breasts while that lewd woman spoke to her in a slow and even tone. The world around her faded away and before long she forgot her worries, forgot her annoyance at this woman’s lack of shame. The only thing that she could even perceive any more were those breasts and the voice. Telling her to relax. Urging her to trust this woman, and do as she asked…

“What is your name?” the woman said, her voice still adopting that same slow tone.

“Akane Tendo,” came a slightly sleepy response.

“That other girl is trying to steal your boyfriend, wasn’t she?”

“No,” Akane replied. “She is trying to steal my fiance.”

“How positively wicked of her,” the woman responded. She pressed her breasts together and Akane shuddered. “How would you like to shut her up? Gain a little control over your life, and ensure your man stays yours?”

“Yesssssh,” Akane slurred.

The woman shrugged a rucksack off her back and extracted a book from it while Akane stood there staring in hypnotic reverie at the woman’s bare breasts.

“Take this book,” the woman said. “Head home with it. Show it to nobody, let none know you have it. Read it, use it as you see fit.”

Akane nodded and clutched it to herself. Then remained in place. Stock still. Staring.

The woman sighed and covered up her chest. “Go on, you’d better get going,” she said.

“Wait… What did you just…”

“Read the book and you’ll understand,” the woman smirked and turned to walk away.

Akane stared at it, and gawped at the title of the book just long enough for the woman to turn a corner. By the time she caught up, the mysterious benefactor was… gone. Disappeared as though into thin air! She should throw it away. Burn it. Tear it up. Except…

Somehow that woman had put a compulsion in her to read it. Akane bit her lip and hugged the book tightly to herself. She didn’t <b>want</b> to read it but she couldn’t help it. She had to read it, but surely it wouldn’t go any further than that. Right? Just… read it. What had the instructions been again? Read it and use it as she saw fit. Right. In which case she would head home, read the book cover to cover and then have herself a nice bonfire, or tear it up or something she’d decide on after reading it.

Because there was absolutely no way she’d use anything from a book titled “The Secrets of Titnosis”. Right? That was impossible!

Akane hurried off home, worried over the realisation that these days she usually saw three impossible things before breakfast.

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One interpretation of the name Akane is “deep red”, and another is the name of a plant in the Rubia genus called “madder”. In this particular instance, it was a rather apt name to have as she sat in her room, on her bed an hour later having finished with the compulsion to read through this <b><i>filthy, perverted </b></i> book!

She stood up and began to angrily pace around the room. Her cheeks were still burning red with anger and a lot of embarrassment. To think that she would be forced - compelled! - to read that stupid book cover to cover! “And the worst part,” she seethed, “Is that I understand <i>how</i> she compelled me to do it!”

Akane cracked her knuckles. She paced circles around her room. She picked up the book, made to tear it up and put it down again. This was so stupid! Why couldn’t she bring herself to tear up this perverted book?

“No, I know exactly why!” Akane whispered. “It’s because she <i>also</i> conditioned me to use the book however I wanted.”

And in spite of herself there was one thing that she did want from this perverted tome. In spite of herself Akane wanted to see if it fulfilled a simple promise. The very first technique it promised in the book was a method any girl could use to self hypnotise, and increase their own bust.

It was hardly unusual for a girl like Akane to be worried about her figure. It was hardly unusual that she wanted a bigger bust. Nor could it be unusual to have that desire emphasised by Ranma or Shampoo taunting her over the matter whenever they could justify it, and quite often when they couldn’t.

It wasn’t as if she intended to use the other techniques in the book, which usually involved flashing the intended target with the <b>least</b> perverted techniques. It wasn’t as though she was going to physically alter anyone else, or put a compulsion in their head. All Akane wanted was a bigger chest and until she got that… Until she got it then the book could stay. Untorn. Unburned. As a reference guide.

Alright then. There were another two hours or so until dinner. Plenty of time she could use to try this out, see if if worked. The curtains were closed, the door locked and the nearest full body mirror was attached to her wardrobe.

Akane’s blouse and bra were laid carefully across her bed. She shuddered slightly and double checked that the door and window were both locked. The last thing she needed right now was interference. They seemed secure as they could be. Probably not enough to keep out a truly determined member of the household or exterior pest, but it was as good as she could manage.

“You can do this,” she repeated to herself, taking a deep breath between each utterance. “You <i>can</i> do this.”

And so Akane Tendo stood topless in front of a full body mirror. Unable to put it off any longer. Unable to delay, unable to procrastinate, unable to avoid getting down to business and seeing if this had any effect. An index finger from each hand was extended and allowed to rest just above each nipple, and while forcing herself to stare at her chest she began to speak in a slow and nervous tone.

“You feel relaxed,” she lied to herself. Both fingers traced a circle around her nipple, one clockwise the other anti-clockwise. “You feel content. Stare at your breasts. They are all that you see in the reflection. Only your breasts. See how they grow as you fall deeper and deeper into a trance.”

That was the mantra in its entirety. She said it again, with a little more conviction in her voice this time. “You feel relaxed. You feel content. Stare at your breasts. They are all that you see in the reflection. Only your breasts. See how they grow as you fall deeper and deeper into a trance.”

She slowed her breathing and repeated it again. And again. And again. She soon lost count of the number of times she’d said it, and the number of circles she had traced around her own nipple before a sudden pleasant shudder tore through her being. By this point her eyes were almost closed and her body was swaying in place where she stood.

“Feel relaxed,” she slurred, not noticing that more fingers had joined the nipple circling. “Content… stare at breasts. Only breasts. Grow as I stare at them and fall deeper into a trance…”

Akane threw her head back and gasped. Her hands gave up any pretense at attempting a circular motion and went into a full grope, pressing and kneading and squeezing herself. She couldn’t help it. Her breathing was heavy by now and when her gaze fell back on the mirror she began to speak again.

“Feel sexy,” she breathed. “Feel sensitive… Tits growing… Tits sexy… Tits… Powerful…” And the rest became a strangled whimper. Akane collapsed onto her bed and simply rubbed her breasts, uncaring of time, uncaring if anyone walked in. It felt too good to stop! It felt too good to do anything but give in!

There was a knock on the door. “Akane! Dinner time!”

Her eyes snapped open and fell upon the clock. Had that much time really passed? And… how did she get on the bed? The last thing she remembered, she was in front of the mirror performing the exercise that was supposed to increase her bust -

Her hands flew to her uncovered chest. Was she bigger? They certainly felt warm and, ooh, a bit sensitive. She retrieved her bra and blouse, noticing with some idle satisfaction (and a little pain) that they were a bit more snug than they were before. Akane chuckled to herself. Maybe she’d keep that book around just a little while longer.