Story: Akane's Titnosis

Plenty of ways this one could go. Have fun!


Though Akane was breathing a heavy sigh of relief at the apparent aversion of a crisis, she had rather managed to forget that there was a member of the household unaccounted for at that particular moment in time. Truthfully, if she had spared him a moment’s thought she might have believed he was elsewhere. It would certainly be difficult for her to believe that he could be anywhere in the vicinity when she was bare chested and her breasts all huge and - Well, naturally he would be drawn towards them like a moth to a flame.

Except that he was in the vicinity, and he was at that very moment exerting every single atom of his not quite as formidable as his martial arts skill might imply willpower into not dashing out there for a quick fondle and a quick grope. The diminutive martial arts master clung to the wall like his dear life depended upon it, and his devious little mind was already calculating in a rather rare display of longer-term thinking. Yes, it was indeed quite rare for him to engage in such a thing: Happosai was the kind of person that more typically went for the immediate reward over the future bounty. However, he wasn’t a complete idiot either, and on this rare occasion he was able to pull himself back from the ledge before leaping off the cliff.

What had he just overheard, he wondered, keeping himself out of sight as Akane went past towards the training hall. Even the sight of her silhouette made his mouth water and the temptations flare up, but no! Instead he peered around the corner. He saw Kasumi scratch at her chest while cleaning up the mess she had inadvertently made. He saw the two idiots blinking and rubbing their eyes, looking more dazed and stupid than usual.

“You know something, Tendo?” Genma said, scratching his chin in deep thought. Pretending, obviously, because deep thought was far, far beyond his reach. “It occurs to me that if we leave our heirs alone they might well have a better chance of finding their way to one another.”

“Excellent thinking, Saotome,” Soun concurred with a nod. “Also, I’ve been thinking that I should get back in shape. I really should try to draw in some more students for the dojo.”

“And I should probably get a job while you do that,” Genma said. “That seems like the breast course of action.”

Happosai felt like he’d just seen a miracle unfold before his very eyes. Those two idiots? Actually doing something useful and productive? Clear sign of mind control. Potent at that. The fact that it was perfectly in line with Akane’s instructions… What an insidious power! Why, using her breasts as a pair of potent weapons was downright evil, cruel and without mercy! Happosai stopped to wipe a tear from his eye. He was so proud of that girl. Really, he was.

For now, though, another question lingered: How to prevent himself from falling under the big, round, soft and mouth-wateringly squeezable influence of this devastating power. Well then. The first thing he should do is find out a little more information. Wandering in blind wouldn’t help him, which meant…

“Excuse me,” Kasumi suddenly said. The mess was cleared up and she seemed rather flush. There appeared to be a troubled expression on that usually unflappable face, and it as well drew Happosai’s attention. She went upstairs and, as Happosai soon discovered, into her own room. It was a simple matter to sneak around to the outside. While he never usually bothered Kasumi all that much, it was only because she was so blessed with an aura of approachability that even he couldn’t quite cross. A kind of innocence and purity that, for the first time since he’d woken up, was now wavering quite a fair amount. It was the kind of thing that drew his attention immediately, and why wouldn’t it?

Peering inside her window from the outside revealed quite the shock. There she was, little miss homemaker and innocence and warning of appropriate behaviour and all, clad in her bra and panties rummaging through her clothes as though desperately searching for something that didn’t seem to want to be found at all.

“No,” he heard her say. “Too plain. Everything here is too plain. I need something more exciting that will allow me to loosen up and be more outgoing. If only I had something with a lower neckline, then I could be more like Akane. More like Akane. Be more outgoing like Akane…”

It was like she was repeating a sacred mantra, a prayer to some deity or other. No. Not <i>like</i> that. Not at all. That was <i>exactly</i> what she was doing! Offering a prayer to a god of a sort, worthy of her worship: Akane’s tits. The more Happosai learned, the more dangerous this seemed and the more he wanted to see those breasts for himself. Especially if they could make Kasumi suddenly need to rush off to her room, strip down to her underwear and try to change into something a little more revealing. Kasumi! Intentionally trying to flaunt her body! How did that even happen?!

But the really delicious part in all of it? That the cause of it all was Akane. Oh, sure, it would have been even more delightful if it had been his favourite target Ranma that had acquired this mysterious ability, but Akane was certainly a good consideration as well. That girl was so tightly wound up, so insistent on trying to interfere with his completely harmless fun, and here she was having some fun of her own. This sort of thing might well break through her shell of anti-perversion and do her a world of good, let her get that stress all out in the open.

Although she would probably fight it at first, admittedly. That was the only problem, girl was stubborn as well. Didn’t seem the sort to accept a good thing when she had it. That incident downstairs seemed born of necessity rather than intention… Which left Happosai’s course of action clear and wide open to him. For immediate gain and for the long term, both lay in agreement: He had to make Akane accept the perverted gift she had been given. He would have to figure out a way to avoid falling under its influence in doing so, but he would direct her on the correct path to take with this new and amazing power. However, the question still lingered. What exactly would be the best way to go about it?

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Kasumi looked around her room at all of her clothes and tapped her lips thoughtfully. Nothing here seemed to fit what she was looking for, and it was honestly annoying her a little bit. Normally, when she was annoyed with something she would let it out as a weary sigh then either gently scold the person to blame or fix up whatever was wrong. However… That was rather restrained as reactions go, and Kasumi was intent on becoming a little more outgoing. Therefore:

“Oh, I can’t believe this!” she stomped her foot in frustration. “Surely I have something here that would help me loosen up a little, and emphasise my breasts! Surely there is something here that will draw attention towards the girls instead of demurely hiding them away!” But there wasn’t. Which meant that she would have to make adjustments herself, which would take a few hours of stitching and sewing and actually that sounded like it might be a lot of fun. Kasumi’s emotion flipped like a switch in a moment, frustration gone and a smattering of joy slipping in to replace it.

Because, well, she did actually enjoy doing housework, believe it or not. She enjoyed cooking, she enjoyed cleaning, she enjoyed just about every aspect of it from top to bottom. Sure, she might get a little upset when someone made a mess or messed things up… But actually fixing the problem itself was all part of the fun. Fixing up her dresses so they were a little more outgoing, a little sexier - Well, that certainly sounded like a lot of -

Suddenly, Kasumi caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. It was Happosai. Peeking in on her from the outside. Normally in a situation like this Kasumi might have screamed and ran from the room, but under this circumstance - where she was being peeked in on by a man without express permission - if she was trying to be more loosened up and outgoing like Akane her reaction could only be one thing.

“Pervert!” she yelled, opening the window with her foot and tossing her clock at the surprised martial arts master. Kasumi let her hand lie open, and to her surprise the clock bounced off him and landed in her grasp before she even knew what she had been doing. “Oh my, did I do that?” she gasped. “Never mind, it doesn’t really matter. I simply must concentrate on altering my clothes to fit my new outlook.”

1. Happosai calls in for some takeout, intending to trick Akane into titnotising Shampoo.
2. Happosai gets a full-body mirror, intending to trick her into titnotising herself, with him giving instructions.
3. Happosai can’t resist the allure any longer, winds up under Akane’s spell.
4. Meanwhile, at the Kunos’…
5. Something else