What exactly was the proper course of action to take when your family was accidentally put into a state of inexplicable breast-induced hypnosis? Hardly a telling question of the era, but a rather irritatingly complex one nonetheless and far more, shall we say, requiring immediate assessment and dealing with. Akane looked down at herself and realised she’d still not actually covered her brainwashing mammaries, though after a moment’s consideration decided not to, and didn’t think particularly hard about why she wasn’t covering herself up right now. For some reason that line of thinking seemed sort of murky and unimportant at the moment. What <i>was</i> important was that she do something about this situation, preferably quite quickly.
“Kasumi,” she began. “Please sit down, and wipe that drool from your chin.”
“Yes, sister,” Kasumi mumbled, stumbling forward while rubbing the back of her hand against her mouth without ever taking her eyes off Akane’s chest for a single second. Akane shuddered. This much power was a little bit intoxicating. Though nothing she couldn’t handle, of course.
The three of them sat in a row, staring blankly ahead. Okay then. They were all in position. Akane clutched her hands together, bringing her upper arms together to press up her breasts. She leaned over, and all three of them began to breathe quite heavily at the display. For a fleeting moment Akane wished she were right there with them, looking at her. She must look so sexy in this pose. So powerful and dominating. Akane wet her lips as a thrill shot through her once again, which grew more intense as she began to rotate her shoulders. All three of the heads in front of her were staring with mouths open, heads bobbing up and down in the same rhythm as Akane’s own motions. Power. She had power over them.
“There is nothing strange about my perfect, sexy breasts!” Akane declared. “If anyone says there is something wrong, then you should politely correct them!”
As soon as the command left her lips, Akane somehow knew that it was embedded within their minds. She could sort of… Feel it. Okay. Surely that was enough to simplify matters a little. All she had to do now was bring them out of it, cover herself up and then -
Or did she? Looking at the three of them just now… This was a chance to take care of some small details that needed to be corrected. Not for her own sake so much as theirs. Why not use this power to help them out? It shouldn’t be that difficult, right?
“Mister Saotome,” she said, completely missing how breathy and sexy her voice was. The words that followed flowed from her tongue as though they had always been there, and she said them without thinking about what they were, only feeling that they were correct. “Until I state otherwise, these instructions are only for you to follow. Cease your lazy and selfish behaviour. Get a full-time job. That will be all for now.”
“Father,” she said, turning her attention towards him next. “Until I state otherwise, these instructions are only for you to follow. Get back in shape. Try to run the dojo properly. Stop crying all the time. The future of the dojo is not in jeopardy.” Which was certainly true, definitely now. Even if she and Ranma didn’t get married, it would be a trivial factor for her to get and keep students. During lessons she could even give them little reinforcements, introduce a reward/punishment system. Even students that would leave because of how difficult it could be to learn Anything Goes would stay, improve. They could expand and grow Anything Goes into the biggest, softest, rounded and most enticing martial art in the entire world. All she had to do was - was!
“Ohhhhh!” Akane whimpered as her hands shifted up to fondle and tease her sensitive tits. “Th- That will be all for now!” she forced out, and through ragged breaths focused on the last of them.
“Sister,” she breathed. “Until… I say,” she stopped to take a few deep breaths. “Otherwise… These instructions are only for you to follow. Loosen up a bit. Be a bit more outgoing.” Akane’s fingers began tracing circles around her nipples, which she was reasonably certain she could cut glass with. She couldn’t quite bring herself to actually touch them, instead revelling in the inevitable fantasy of someone else teasing them with fingers or tongue. “More outgoing!” Akane moaned. “Like meeeee!”
Akane collapsed back onto the floor, roughly pawing and groping at her breasts with little rhyme or reason while the trio stared blankly at her lying and writhing on the floor experiencing orgasm after orgasm, each so intense that they rolled into each other, blending together in her mind into one singular, all-encompassing experience. When it was over, Akane simply lay there staring up at the ceiling with a slightly goofy smile that was reflected upon the lips of the three observers. She didn’t particularly feel embarrassed by the display. Especially since all she had to say was, “Forget you saw that,” and voila, it was done.
Which left a question in her mind. What now? What else did she want from these three? Akane searched deep in her heart, deep in her mind, and came up with only one possible thing she could do now. It would make her life a hell of a lot easier. And his, a little. He’d probably even thank her for doing it.
She could make them cancel the engagement to Ranma. That big stupid perverted idiot that seemed to delight in humiliating her at every turn. With his handsome smile, and the way he’d go out of his way to help her out if she was in trouble, and his insults and his sense of humour. He’d probably be happier with one of those <i>other</i> girls that didn’t yell at him or argue with him all the time. Right?
Akane bucked herself up, straightened out her back and fixed her father, and Ranma’s. “This instruction is for Father and Mister Saotome,” she said. “Back off on me and Ranma a bit. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t… Then you’ll just have to deal with it.”
There. Her heart simply wasn’t ready to make that sort of life-changing decision quite yet. So, something like this would have to do instead. Put it off until she was ready. Though… It had to be said, the image of Ranma’s face buried deep within her cleavage did have a certain kind of appeal to it.
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So, Ranma was used to some freaky stuff. Kinda had to be. Sure, some of it made him jump out of his skin by sheer shock value alone, but he was broadly pretty adaptable. Magic existed. Obviously. Ask someone that visited Jusenkyo, and he’d tell you how much bullshit conservation of matter actually was. He’d seen it all by now. Freaky martial arts, monsters, curses, love potions aplenty. You name it. He’d seen it.
But having said that. He had yet to encounter magic <i>this</i> powerful.
“Oh, you poor dear!” Nabiki said to the crying child, holding an ice cream cone and standing near a splotch of poorly balanced chocolate ice cream that was now only a food for the birds. “Here, go buy yourself a new one.”
He’d been in death traps, had pretty tough martial artists seeking his head on a pike, had his strength removed his curse locked and been tossed repeatedly into pits full of starving cats. Even so. Ranma Saotome was scared out of his goddamn mind. Three. He’d seen Nabiki Tendo - For no reason at all - engage in random acts of charity that in no way benefited her. It had been the same thing each time. She’d see someone in need of help, even if just a little bit. Then she’d rest her hands on her chest for a moment, bite her lip, shudder and off she went like a rocket. Even taking money from her own pocket and asking nothing in return. Yeah. ‘Scared’ didn’t quite cover it. This was like waking up one morning to find that your next-door neighbour was a Martian.
(Random aside: Next door to the Tendos was a family of undercover Martians. However! That’s another story for another time.)
“Hey, what’s up with you today?” Ranma asked. His money was on a particularly bad impersonator, though where Nabiki was concerned it was probably unwise to even think something like that.
“What do you mean?” Nabiki asked. No trace of sarcasm. No trace of snark. Just a genuine warm smile. The same sort that Akane would do on the rare occasion he did something nice for her. Not a hint of a smirk. A real, genuine, warm smile. “Can’t a girl just be in a good mood?” She flipped her hair and stalked off down the street. “Come on. We’ve got to get to Kuno’s place. I would prefer to be home for dinner, thank you.”
Ranma followed from a distance, watching her with eyes full of suspicion. She couldn’t be up to something. Nabiki was crafty, but not <i>that</i> long term a planner. No. Her sorta stuff was way more short term. Not that he should be discounting the possibility completely or anything, but it did make it more likely she was under some sort of influence. In which case… He should probably be careful to make sure he didn’t fall under it as well. Down beneath him, Nabiki adjusted her blouse once again, like it didn’t fit her properly. It seemed like a nervous tic from where Ranma was standing. It looked like it fit her just fine, but her body language made it seem like she kept thinking it was too small.
Weird. But nothing concrete. He’d have to watch her very closely and wait for the chance to figure this thing out.
- Ranma and Nabiki make it to the Kunos
- The Tendos get a guest, and Akane uses titnosis on them.
- Happosai saw just enough to avoid being titnotised, and decides to use this to his advantage.
- Akane studies the book some more.
- Something else
heh. It would be cute if Anything Goes did become the biggest softest curviest bounciest martial art in the world :P
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