Story: Parallel Ranma

Here goes this week's winner! Not got a subtitle in mind for it yet, so please suggest one. And suggest options as well

For most that appreciate the female form, the sight before her would have been divine. Cute face, big breasts, curves in all the right places, flawless skin. But this particular girl was not most by any means. Her standards were way, way higher than anyone she might bump into in the street.

Right now she was analysing her features in a mirror, and wasn’t entirely happy with what she was seeing. Starting with her breasts, which she was cupping and fondling just about as eagerly as any man offered the same opportunity to get a free feel. “Breasts are a little bigger,” she said, flipping her pigtail back behind her head. “Not nearly as sensitive as they should be, but it’s a start! Hm…” She ran a hand down her body, snaking its way with a touch that wandered between gentle and firm just as much as it wandered her figure. “Same goes with the rest,” she said after a moment. “Looks like I’m gonna need more help to get back to my old self again.”

She turned around and rolled her eyes at the sight on the bed. Two boys sprawled out, one lying face down on top and the other leaning against it with his eyes rolled back and a vapid grin on his face. Both breathing heavily. Neither with even a tenth the stamina they should have. Not a good sign. Ranma elegantly dropped to her knees and wrapped her slender, feminine hand around Hiroshi’s dick. It twitched in her hand while she examined its length. Slightly longer, slightly bigger… She thought. If it was, then it was difficult for even her to measure adequately. Unfortunately, it would take them quite a while to recover enough for her to help cure them any further, and that was time better spent trying to figure out what had caused so many people to unsexify so completely and thoroughly.

“Sorry, buddy, I’m gonna borrow some of these clothes for a bit. I’m sure you won’t mind. I’ll bring them back later on, okay?”

Naturally enough, Ranma splashed herself with hot water to change back to a man for this next part. He winced a little on looking down at himself. Ugh! How could he ever satisfy anyone with that? Whatever. Hanging around here wouldn’t solve any damn thing. He got dressed quickly and efficiently, annoyed at how tight the clothes were but willing to roll with it for the time being. And then he was gone out the window, wondering what he was going to do next. Or perhaps more accurately, who.

He had changed back for kind of obvious reasons. While it might be fun skipping around town in a bikini and using the less curvaceous and enticing version of his girl form to try and seduce some boys in an attempt to free them from whatever dark and evil spell had its steel grip on the Furinkan area, that was only really dealing with half of the problem. Some of the people around him didn’t even seem aware of the problem at all; neither Hiroshi nor Daisuke did. That seemed the most troubling part, to be honest, and at the moment the best way he could think of to solve the problem was to have as much sex as possible, switching up on which gender he would seduce at a time.

Next question: Which girl should he look in on?
“Airen!” a familiar bubbly voice squealed from behind him, and suddenly Ranma felt himself being bowled over from behind with the familiar feeling of a bike landing on the back of his head. “Shampoo is too too pleased to see you!” Shampoo said, eagerly clutching onto his arm and oh! What a tragedy lay before his eyes! The one girl in his life that had breasts to rival either his girl form or Ranko’s, and here she was like a shrunken mockery of her former glory! Still rather large compared to the other girls he had seen since this nightmare began, but alas to no comparison with her former glory. “Airen sad?” Shampoo asked, eagerly snuggling him into her chest in what must pass for her now as a clumsy attempt at seduction. Oh, how the mighty do fall! The Shampoo he knew was every bit as subtle with her seductive ploys, but in comparison this one seemed to have very little idea of what the hell she was doing. Just going through some motions she vaguely thought might work, rather than the tried and tested true methods taught to her through numerous generations of hard work and analysis by her tribe. Whatever cruel fate Ranma might deliver unto the perpetrator of this hell before this encounter, now it was doubled.

“Shampoo make feel better,” his blighted friend said, running her fingers through his hair and letting out contented little sighs that did sound rather genuine to his ears. “You take Shampoo on date, you feel much better, yes?”

“Sure, I know just the place.”

“Oh, why you no take Shampoo on date? Shampoo show such good… What airen say?”

“I said sure! Come on, I know just where we can go to have a little fun.”

At which point Shampoo stepped back, pinched herself, then scowled and pinched Ranma’s cheek. Oof! Maybe whatever spell this was had given her a kink she never used to! He could live with that, probably.

“You is real Ranma, yes?” she asked, clearly suspicious. How was she expecting him to behave, then? “Not sneaky fake?”

“Yeah, it’s me! Leggo my cheek!”

“You sure?” she said, obliging his request. “Airen usually harder pin down than greasy pig. Why you want date Shampoo all of sudden?”

“Aw, come on Shampoo! Don’t be like that!” he said, slipping a hand on her shoulder and giving it a playful squeeze while taking the opportunity to deliver what little energy she could take from this position. After that it was a bit easier to slip behind her and give her a bit of a proper massage, much better. It didn’t take much to get her purring like a kitten (that’s fine, just so long as she didn’t become one) under his very skilled fingers. “Can’t a guy just wanna go out on a date with a cute girl once in a while?”

“Shampoo suppose…” she said. “Ooh, little lower! Is nice!”

Unfortunately for Ranma he didn’t quite get the chance to grant that particular request before something tapped him on the back of the head. Something wooden, and he suspected being held by a particular relative of the girl he had been massaging moments before. Something pressing right into his off switch.

“Great-grandmother!” Shampoo gasped in her native language. “Why did you knock him out like that?”

“Foolish girl! Did you not feel what he was doing?” Cologne said thoughtfully. “Pick him up. We must take him home for further analysis. I fear that there is something very deeply wrong with your husband-to-be.”