Kasumi stared down at herself once the final stitch of clothing was removed. Then she continued to stare. Then she blushed. Then she put her hand over her mouth and continued staring.
“Oh dear,” she said. “How strange.”
“How strange, she says!” Nabiki rolled her eyes, then cast them again over the other girl’s sexy naked body. “Your body goes from a ten to an eleven in the blink of an eye, and all you can say is how strange it is?”
“Well, it is rather peculiar,” Kasumi confirmed, tapping her lips. “Then again, I may well be used to it after seeing our guests and their friends change so often.”
A surprisingly lucid point that not many people would have gone for after their own body had gone through such a change, but Nabiki still pouted cutely at Kasumi and folded her arms under her large, large breasts in an attempt to draw more attention towards them. This kind of reaction was no fun at all!
“Oh dear, oh dear,” Kasumi said, looking herself over very carefully. “I absolutely must get dressed. It’s so indecent being out here naked like this… I wish that there were something in my wardrobe that I could wear, but I can’t think of anything that would fit me now.”
Without either of them realising it, there was a brief tinkling of magical energy in Kasumi’s wardrobe as all of her clothes underwent a rapid alteration to accommodate a far more curvaceous and busty figure than they had previously.
Back in the dojo, Nabiki snorted and, again, rolled her eyes in disdain. “Oh, come on, you’ve always been such a prude!” Nabiki laughed, and were anyone else around, they would have found it the sexiest, naughtiest laugh they’d ever heard in their life. For Kasumi these things just rolled right off her back. “Didn’t you ever wish that you could cut loose now and again to have a little fun?”
“No, not really,” the ever responsible and reasonable Kasumi said, though a few seconds later something like a switch in her brain was pulled. She re-examined herself. “Then again… Maybe now and again it might not be so bad… Oh! What am I saying! I need to find something to wear, I can’t let anyone else see me like this! And that goes for you as well, Nabiki!”
Nabiki shrugged. “If you say so. However, we still need to get in through the main house. What if Daddy were to see us like this? Or Mister Saotome? Or, heaven help us, Happosai?”
Aha! A real reaction! Sure, it wasn’t any sort of appreciation for their glorious alteration into real heavenly bodies, but Nabiki would take any enjoyment from it that she could. Appreciating Kasumi’s moment of mortification at the prospect of being seen by any of those three would have to make do for the time being.
“W-Well,” Kasumi said, “I suppose we shall have to be careful not to let them s-see us. Oh! I wish we were already back in our rooms getting dre-”
Nabiki blinked and felt herself tugging an overlarge sweater over her greatly enhanced chest. It used to be far too big and baggy for her, but now revealed quite a bit of midriff. This was a good thing so far as she was concerned, because it meant that she could avoid having to cut out the bottom of it.
“Huh?” she blinked, staring around her room at the various items of clothing strewn about her bed. “How did I - Uh… Never mind! I’ll just finish getting dressed and work it out from there.”
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Out in the streets of Furinkan, several bystanders stood by with slack jaws, blank looks and complete abject disbelief. Two girls were fighting in the rain. One dressed in what had once been sort of like a sexy costume version of an okonomiyaki chef, complete with giant spatula. The other in the tattered remnants of a martial arts dogi that only barely covered anything at all.
Well. Fighting was a word that could be used to describe it. If anyone were to ask the girls, that’s what they would say they were doing. Actually, to an outsider it was part fight but also part improvised dual erotic dance. They would adopt defensive poses that emphasised their breasts, pushing them either up or together, or perhaps even both. They would perform high kicks which would be ducked under, they would grapple so closely it looked like they were about to kiss, they would shake their hips with each passing step and move like their entire bodies were screaming for sex.
“Hold on,” the girl in the dogi suddenly said. “Where the hell is Ranma?”
“Ranma?” the chef blinked. She looked around, and even this simple movement couldn’t be done without making the onlookers nervously gulp at the raw sexuality of the action. It was the eyes that did it. That slightly annoyed sultry look really got to them, just as it would anyone. “He’s gone!”
“Right. But gone where, exactly?” The martial artist put her hands on her hips, dropping her defense and prompting the chef to do the same. “I think someone took him.”
“Then we need to take him back,” the chef said, licking her lips. The onlookers all suddenly felt the greatest jealousy any of them would ever know. By the time they were able to get over it, the pair had dashed off down the street and the spell was broken, leaving them all shuffling around nervously and hurrying off home to try and get a little bit of built-up tension out of their system.
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Kodachi cackled to herself, so very proud of her plan to break the pigtailed girl’s spirit once and for all. This little nuisance had been a thorn in her side ever since the day they had met! Keeping her away from her beloved Ranma at every little turn! By the time she was done, the thorn would be on the rose, so to speak. It amused her to no end. She might well acquire for herself a devoted pigtailed maid, an adorable figure that would obey her every whim!
She squeezed the girl’s chest, and found herself again marvelling at it. Yes. She could see it so easily. A low-cut maid’s uniform to show off this soft, inviting flesh. She would bow and curtsey, and these very tits she was holding in her hands would jiggle just like - She tapped the side of them and Kodachi’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of those big, round and perfect breasts jiggled enticingly.
“By the time I am done here,” Kodachi said, licking her lips and leaning down to rest her face just directly above this perfect valley of flesh. “You shall be calling me mistress.” After she said that, her face disappeared into the middle and she planted as many kisses as she could manage while her hands busily fondled and caressed and learned every little inch of either one of the pest’s breasts.
Kodachi rose back to her feet, ignoring the building warmth within her own body and stared down at the pigtailed girl. So helpless. So defenseless. So completely adorable! The images came to her a little faster now. A sparring partner to help her skills reach even higher, clad in a thong leotard! A study partner for school dressed in an abbreviated version of the St Hebereke’s uniform! And when she cooked for her beloved Ranma, this soon-to-be-former irritation could help her out in the kitchen while wearing only an apron!
“Yes,” Kodachi purred, playfully biting the end of her finger and fidgeting as her arousal - of which she was blisfully unaware - began to become more physically obvious. “I shall enjoy breaking your spirit! For the next step, I shall give you such a spanking!”
- Kodachi continues trying to break Ranma, and winds up only making herself devoted to the pigtailed girl.
- Kodachi is interrupted by Akane and Ukyo’s arrival.
- Akane and Ukyo encounter another character.
- Kasumi and Nabiki get dressed, and Kasumi has to fight off these strange impulses.
- Kasumi returns to the dojo and finds the wishing rock, then makes another wish.
- Something else
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