Story: ANDFR

And here's this week's vote winner. Hope you enjoy it!


Responsibility and duty were very important words to Yui Kotegawa. It was her job to ensure that all students behaved appropriately and did not break the simple, easy-to-follow rules laid out for them… Or drop the hammer if they stepped out of line. A bit of a thankless job, to be certain, but some people did insist on pushing the envelope. Aside from a brief encounter earlier with an outside pervert attempting goodness knows only what, the day had actually been comparatively quiet. With her stalking the corridors there could be no question of anybody taunting and skirting the rules!

At least, that’s how it had seemed… Right up until the very last person she’d have thought to require her attention suddenly walked nervously down the corridor, demanding every little bit of it. Her school uniform was hideously inappropriate! Scandalous form! Beyond merely shameless! The skirt itself was fine, certainly within acceptable limitations and showing an acceptable amount of leg, but but but! But! Her blouse! Had it shrunk in the wash? No! It was more like - She was attempting to smuggle something in there, and it was causing the material to stretch a great deal further than it was intended. Her buttons weren’t even closed! She’d had to resort to tying off a knot in the bottom, which incidentally meant that not only was a great amount of cleavage on shameless display but so was everything between her breasts and her skirt!

“Haruna Sairenji!” she hissed, storming over to the girl. She was rather grateful for both of their sakes that nobody was around. “What is the meaning of this - This -”

“I… I don’t know exactly,” Haruna answered, fidgeting nervously as though being adorable and uncertain would mitigate getting chewed out. “My - My breasts suddenly started to swell up -”

“A likely story,” Yui snapped, though bluntly it was hardly less likely than any of the other strange things to happen since that troublemaking alien arrived. “As if that sort of thing happens for no reason at all!”

“But it’s true!” Haruna cried, and once Yui had stopped rolling her eyes in irritation at this shameless situation she realised that she was staring at a positively massive pair of unbound breasts. “Look! They just swelled up for no good reason!”

Yui’s jaw rose and fell, but no words were able to escape. What could she possibly say to that? It was true. They had certainly swollen up to quite unnatural proportions, the kind of size that would surely result in all manner of problems. Back pain, ill-fitting clothes, lustful stares from every male she passed. And yet… Somehow, Yui couldn’t help but find tremendous beauty here. There was an artistic quality to these massive mammaries that she could not deny, no matter how she tried.

“You… You had surgery?” Yui asked, aghast at the idea that Haruna would subject herself to that. She hardly seemed the type to go out of her way for such a treatment, but the girl simply shook her head and gently guided an unresisting hand towards the affected area. Yui gave it a squeeze, and was immediately satisfied that it felt real… But then felt something wet hit her lips. She unconsciously licked it, and briefly wondered where the milk came from before seeing a white trail leaking out of Haruna’s nipple. The same breast she’d been squeezing.

It had tasted… perfect. So perfect that she didn’t even hesitate in squeezing again and latching her mouth around the milky nipple.

“That’s right,” Haruna said, gently patting Yui on the head with a slightly perverted, slightly nervous smile. “It feels good to be a little shameless now and again, doesn’t it?”

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Passion. Overwhelming passion. A need he’d never known he needed filling. A drive. An all-consuming hunger. Ranma had never felt anything so powerful as this in all his life. For the longest time he had ignored the pleasures of the flesh as a distraction from the art: If he ever did enter into a relationship with someone, it would be because they both wanted it. This (combined with several deep-rooted insecurities in both parties) was the main contributing factor in keeping Ranma and Akane from actively dating. Them? Date? Pft. No. They just hung out together, went out to see certain movies they were both interested in. They hung out. She was a girl that was his friend. Nothing more than that.

Take Ukyo (and not in the way he currently was) as another example. He’d actually thought Ukyo was a boy for the longest time, but lo and behold she was actually a cute girl that could dress up very convincingly as a boy. Well. Used to be able to. Not really possible anymore. He was dimly aware of her attraction towards him, but Ranma didn’t really reciprocate. He was obviously aware that she was extremely aesthetically pleasing in a deeply sexual manner, but what the hell did he care about that? If all he wanted was a little fun with a chick, he’d have slept with Shampoo ages ago. No. If Ranma was ever to enter into a relationship it had to be something beyond physical. He would never admit it to anyone, but Ranma Saotome was a little bit of a romantic at heart.

So the very fact that he was fucking Ukyo with the same level of intensity usually reserved for the creation of a cutting laser would have come as a bit of a shock to him if he were still fully capable of lucid thought. Indeed, he would have stammered a denial that he wasn’t a pervert and avoid eye contact with just about everyone for a week thereafter.

And yet there they were. Her with her hands pressed against the wall. Him standing behind her with his hands fondling her breasts while his dick pounded her eager, willing and equally ravenous-for-attention pussy. Her moans of pleasure, his grunts of satisfaction. When his release inevitably arrived it hit them both like a bolt of lightning, sending their bodies into uncontrolled spasms. Ranma’s legs buckled, and even his prodigious stamina was spent after a marathon screwing with both Akane and Ukyo.

“Thanks a lot, sugar!” Ukyo said, kissing him on the cheek before almost skipping out of the room. “That surpassed even my wildest dreams!”

A momentary swelling of pride, a few seconds of basking in ego, a little bit of hormonal aftermath… And then lucidity came down upon him like a building.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

He just had sex. With Akane. And then with Ukyo. First one, then the other. It was probably for the best that there wasn’t a rock nearby that he could crawl under, but it didn’t feel that way to Ranma at the time.

But this was no time to feel guilty or confused about what had just happened. This had to be a result of whatever had changed him like this. Even now, just remembering what it felt like touching their naked bodies, the sounds they made, the way they begged him for more and more…

Ranma stood up with renewed determination. He would not allow this whatever it was to turn him into a raging pervert! No, sir! Not happening! Instead, he was going to march out there (fully clothed) and form a plan with those girls. They would work together to resolve the situation. He would…

Say to them, “Uh… Please could you put some clothes on? Those are really distracting.”

It was funny, but the two girls gave him a look that made it seem like he’d said, “Please feed that bag full of adorable puppies to an alligator.”

“Why would we do that?” Akane asked, arching her back with her hands behind her head.

“We were just talking about this,” Ukyo said, leaning forward just the slightest little bit with her arms pressing her breasts together. “Nothing fits us anymore.”

Ranma twitched a little bit. Okay. So, he hadn’t really thought about that. It didn’t seem as though fate or destiny or whatever was willing to let him resolve this situation so easily… First things first then: Get some clothes on these two!