There are many things that can be said about Akane Tendo. Many of them are even true. She is quite beautiful, and was rather attractive even before her discovery of the book. She is quite easily concerned with the well-being of others around her, wears her emotions on her sleeve and is quite a talented martial artist by normal standards.
But those are her good qualities. Like everybody else in the world she has her own share of flaws. She’s clumsy. Has a rather short temper. Easily jumps to conclusions. There is one quality in particular which she has with particular relevance.
“There! That should do it!”
She can’t cook, can’t draw, can’t sew and she definitely absolutely could not make effective adjustments to her school uniform to hide just how much her breasts had grown. That’s not the flaw being referred to in this instance, as Akane stood in front of the mirror. That said, the Furinkan High School girl’s uniform wasn’t particularly flashy or show. It came in two parts. A white blouse underneath, and an aquamarine dress over that. The dress extended from shoulder straps to about half way between the ankles and knees. Pretty simple uniform, all truth told. Not much to it when you look at it. Served its function as reasonably identifiable wear with a simple design.
So what happens when the girl wearing the uniform undergoes a rather severe, one may even say harsh, self-induced increase in bust size? And what if that bust size was now several times the previous, modest form? Well. That depends on the durability of the material, and given the lunatic nature of its principal the Furinkan High School girl’s uniform had an unintended side effect of being a complete bitch to tear with mere stress. Sure, Akane had to leave a few buttons on the shirt undone to make it fit and sure, the dress now exposed a fair amount of thigh, and sure, it was rather obvious to anyone that she wasn’t wearing a bra right now. But you have to understand another of Akane’s crucial flaws: She has very little self-awareness of just how bad she is at design- and style-based tasks.
But one might argue, “She can dress cutely and apply makeup alright,” but that’s not quite the same thing. Real artistic ability is the ability to express something, or at the very least make it with a specific intention in mind. Fashion? She just had to look at what other people did and think about how cute it was. Making modifications to clothing other people made is a very artistic skill. Putting on cute clothes is not. Though credit where it is due: If Akane wants to dress cutely, she could easily rank among the most adorable anything any given person had seen that year.
So to recap: She believed that what she was wearing would function as an appropriate means to control and disguise the fact that her breasts should by all rights be qualified as weapons. Or pillows. Or works of art. Depends on one’s points of view. The fact remains that in spite of what she may believe to be the case, she actually looked like a walking porn parody of a Furinkan High School student. At least, until she took off her modified uniform and put it away for tomorrow. Avoiding looking even remotely in the direction of the mirror as she did so. She needed to think. Not succumb to that (pleasant) experience again.
Okay. That particular crisis was taken care of. What now? Well. Where better to start than with what she’d already done today? She’d increased her breast size. Twice. She’d (ahem) accidentally hypnotised her sister in the bathroom, and very nearly gotten off on it. But she hadn’t. She’d left the room rather than try anything, then came here and started thinking rationally. After spending another ten minutes playing with her breasts, clutching her pillow to her face and trying desperately not to scream from pleasure so much the house collapsed in on them all. Even as her hands and nipples made every single effort to make her fail. Even though the shape, the feel of her breasts against her hand by themselves were making her go insane with pleasure even before the nerves within her tits made that seem like a drop in the ocean. Even though she came more times in that half hour than she had in the last year.
Which meant that she was probably in the clear. Akane nodded along with that thought. It was out of her system now. She wasn’t going to just lose all self-control at the drop of a hat. She was good. She was in control. She was in <i>control</i>.
Another problem taken care of, then. Akane had absolutely no intention of staying cooped up in her room all day (especially when she could show off her new figure). It wasn’t like she could stay in here all day (no matter how fun it sounded just to play with her breasts for hours at a time), and someone would get suspicious to check what was wrong anyway… So she ought to head on out there, and behave as if nothing was out of the ordinary. If she couldn’t decrease her bust size to a more manageable level (which the book said could not be done) then she’d be better off getting on with her life as if everything was perfectly ordinary. Which shouldn’t be a problem.
It wasn’t like she was going to, for example, brainwash Ranma into being the perfect boyfriend or hypnotise Shampoo into being a docile little maid that served them or persuade Ukyo that maybe she didn’t need to obsess so much over Ranma and get on with her life. Perish the thought. Akane would never do those things. Never. Not even consider it.
Though as she did search for clothes she could safely wear, her thoughts did drift in similar directions… And she smiled a little every single time they did.
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In the meantime (or rather, about an hour previously) a different Tendo sister was staring at a door with a goofy grin until the very moment it slammed shut. Akane had left the room. Nabiki blinked. Intelligence returned to her vision, thoughts unrelated to an amazing pair of tits came to her mind and she stood up very slowly, shaking her head.
Now, quite a lot of people tend to credit Nabiki more intelligence than she’s due. She’s not that smart. Not really. Not especially. She’s just sarcastic, ruthless and knows full damn well what she wants. Then again, that last quality does make her more intelligent than many people around her. It’s not that she’s smart. It’s not that the people around her are stupid. She’s simply not letting her emotions get the better of her. She’s behaving rationally, usually selfishly. She doesn’t have the house rigged for bugs. She’s just Nabiki Tendo. Not an evil genius. Not a mastermind. Just an ordinary girl with way less scruples than a pretty face like that should be allowed to have.
That said, she’s not stupid either. And she was thinking. She remembered entering the room. She remembered teasing Akane about masturbating in the bathroom. Something about her breasts (which were big, beautiful, but absolutely normal), and then things get a little fuzzy. Nabiki didn’t remember Akane leaving the room, didn’t remember how the conversation ended.
She should probably ask her little sister about that. What just happened there? What was in the missing gaps in her mammary? The conversation must have gone tits up, and Nabiki felt like she wasn’t quite abreast of the situation as much as she might like. Which made her feel - uncharacteristically - like a boob.
And another thing. Why was she fondling herself through her shirt like that? Stop it. Nabiki squirmed a little, which was also quite uncharacteristic. She didn’t squirm. She made other people squirm. She would find their weaknesses, then exploit them into giving her gifts and money or whatever, and -
Suddenly that sounded so… Pathetic. It rung hollow in her ears for reasons she couldn’t quite understand. Nabiki Tendo spent her time destroying the emotions of other people for the sake of her own happiness and wealth. For fun and profit. What sort of impact was that to leave upon the world? She staggered out of the bathroom, not quite feeling like the same person she was when she entered. God. Her breasts were so itchy for some reason, too. Demanding attention like a hyperactive puppy. It was a distraction, nothing more. This empty feeling welling up inside her. She needed to fill it somehow, and her feet carried her automatically to the kitchen, led by her ears and a happy humming voice emanating from within.
Kasumi. Obviously. Doing the dishes after her - as always - wonderful breakfast. Look at her. She was the opposite of Nabiki in every way that mattered. The eldest of them lived for other people, smiled when other people smiled. Her joy was the joy of other people. Nabiki had never understood the so-called joy in watching other people take pleasure in your hard work and yet -
Nabiki moved towards the sink and retrieved a dishcloth. Kasumi looked sideways at her for a moment. Nabiki simply smiled back and carefully wiped down a plate. As she did so, a pleasant sensation spread from her breasts into the rest of her body, causing her eyelids to flutter as she experienced something very similar to a tiny orgasm. Yes. This seemed like the right thing to do. From this day forward, Nabiki Tendo would help people instead of hurt them!
- Akane arrives, the family reacts.
- Nabiki helps people. People get scared.
- Akane experiments with the book a little more.
- Cue obligatory fatesplit for obligatory uninvited guest.
- Skip ahead to the next day
- Something else
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