Ever wake up more tired than when you went to sleep? It’s not a pleasant experience because your body is going to complain at you and demand that you get right back in that bed now, buster. Pull the covers over yourself, get your head on that pillow and give yourself a couple extra hours. Stat. No questions asked, do it and do it now!
So why was Akane smiling when she rolled out of bed this particular morning? Even though her muscles were complaining at her, even though her eyes felt like the heaviest part of her body - which, looking at her chest, certainly said something - her lips were turned up in a genuine sleepy smile. Like she’d just woken up from a half-remembered wonderful dream. She yawned. She stretched. And these two actions by themselves would have been more than sufficient to cure impotence in any man that witnessed her.
The truth of the matter was that Akane wasn’t quite fully awake yet. Her brain was still in boot-up mode, working pretty much on automatic. Command line: Get out of bed. Command line: Take off pyjamas. Error detected, no pyjamas on body. Which is when the smile on her face faltered a little bit as the memories of the day before hit the front of her brain like a cold, cold shower.
“Oh,” Akane sighed, dragged kicking and screaming into a fully awake state of mind. “Right. I forgot about that.” She turned towards the mirror - And fell back on the ground as though physically struck. Akane pulled herself to her feet again and stared long and hard at the reflection within. Not because she was that turned on by her own reflection, which she would have to admit she kind of was if she was thinking about it. Nope. It was more like the transformation was even more intense than it had been yesterday.
To begin with, her breasts were even bigger. Oh god, sensitive as well! Just a fingertip was enough to send a shiver down her spine. On closer inspection the changes that had hit her yesterday were a little more exaggerated, but you could only really see most of the differences if you went out of your way to look for them. However, it was the overall impression that really mattered. Her body was screaming “sex” yesterday. Today? It was demanding adamantly to be fucked.
But there was a more concerning issue for her to worry about. Yesterday her face hadn’t changed at all. She could still recognise her own face, but it had definitely changed. Not wearing makeup, but now there was simply no need to. Everything was perfect. Like the world’s greatest makeup artist had spent an entire day slathering it on, except for the part where there was anything on her face. Her lips were soft and inviting. Her eyes had a permanent come-hither stare. The proportions of her face were perfect and - And - And -
She turned away breathlessly from the reflection. A single second more and she would have started kissing the mirror. Akane could feel it. A need pulsing within her. Horny. She was horny. She unconsciously trailed a finger down from her navel towards her -
<i>“You don’t… Like your new body? Why is that?”</i>
Akane’s other hand snatched the first away from her needy snatch. Oh, yes. She remembered now. Her face turned from barely repressed lust into a smouldering, sultry fury. That’s right. A stupid perverted spirit invaded her dream last night and tried to make her accept this stupid curse! Like hell she would give in that easily! Akane threw open her closet, determined not to let this damn thing beat her - Then reeled again when she noticed that all of her clothes had undergone some form of erotic transformation even without her wearing them!
Alright. You want to play it that way? Fine. She tugged on what used to be her gi and was now merely a pair of tight, tight shorts and a buttoned half shirt that happened to be made of the same material as her gi, Akane walked out of the room, fuming but plotting.
She had a new game plan in mind. This stupid curse wouldn’t beat her. She would beat it instead! Anybody that hit on her would get hit on back in quite a literal fashion! Proportionate to how hard they hit on her, naturally. Akane stood within her dojo, stacked up a pile of wood, lifted her fist above the boards -
And felt almost nothing at all as she crushed them with her fist. No resistance. No give. Not the slightest bit of pain in her hand. Nothing at all.
Huh? That wasn’t right. Usually she felt <i>something</i>… Unless…
Akane went outside into the garden, then did the biggest jump she could manage. Then began to scream as she saw the roof of her home beneath her, only stopping when she landed gracefully and perfectly in the garden just where she’d left. No shock in her legs. Like she’d just taken a tiny little step forward instead of a massive leap several feet into the air.
<i>“We do strive for ultimate customer satisfaction! Every time!”</i>
No… They wouldn’t. Would they? Akane began to poke at her own body. Threw out a few punches. A dozen in about three seconds. Enhanced strength. Enhanced speed. Enhanced durability. All to go along with the enhanced sex appeal.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” she yelled at nobody in particular, content simply to raise her fist at the sky instead. “I’m not beaten that easily! Nothing is worth this! You hear me? Nothing!”
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A martial artist’s life was one of duty, discipline and difficulty. Ranma accepted this, partly because he had been raised for it, partly because he was good at it, but mostly because he kind of liked doing it. Needless to say, Ranma’s dreams the previous night had been very erotically charged. He wasn’t exactly used to that. He never really had time for girls. But Akane…
It wasn’t fair to her, and he knew that upon waking up. With the distance offered by sleep to reflect, he could understand that he wanted her, but that was only because she was physically so attractive that literally nobody seemed to be able to help themselves around her. Still. This was where his martial arts training kicked in: Akane was in need of help, much more than he needed it for his own curse. So it was up to him to help her in any way that he could.
Which meant he had to get a little self control around her. He’d been mostly okay so far, limiting himself to staring very intently at her boobs, her butt, her legs, her smile… But he doubted very much that others would be so polite as himself.
“I’ll do better today,” he promised himself. “I’ll keep that girl safe from harm.”
“What the - Aaaaaiiiieeee!” went right past his window, sounding like it was rising very quickly, then falling even quicker. Ranma dashed to the window, too late to do anything to catch whoever had fallen - though it had sounded sort of like Akane - but he might at least be able to administer some form of first aid!
But the only person he saw out in the back garden was Akane. He thought. Well, he wasn’t really thinking anymore just then. He wasn’t really sure how he recognised the girl, but he did. She looked different from yesterday. More radiant. Somehow even more desirable in ways he could hardly quantify until he started looking really closely at her amazing body. He watched in awe as she gently stretched out, poking at various points on her limbs, then lashing out a flurry of punches that seemed to catch her off guard. Only then did Ranma remember to breathe in before he passed out.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” she yelled at nobody in particular, raising her fist in the sky. He could see the fires in her soul as plainly as day. A raging inferno, furiously beautiful as it was destructive. “I’m not beaten that easily! Nothing is worth this! You hear me? Nothing!”
“I love you!” Ranma called, leaping down to the ground below. “I mean, um, good morning! D-Did you sleep alright?”
“Everything’s a good look for me!” Akane yelled, and gods but she was right. He was trying to find a spot he could look at without being turned on, but that wasn’t even possible if he closed his eyes. Even breathing the same air was affecting him! “Is this going to keep happening every night? This is just impossible! I mean, I just got confessed to by the boy I want to fuck, and I can’t even believe it’s because he really likes me for me!”
“It’s okay, you’ll get through - Wait, run that by me again?”
Akane fell silent for a moment, and if you looked carefully enough you could see her running the rewind switch in her brain. What you didn’t have to look carefully for was the moment she hit a certain set of words in her memory banks. She turned towards the house and began to quickly march off in an almost mechanical manner, but like hell was he leaving her alone now! He stopped her the only way he could imagine at the time. He hugged her from behind.
“It’s okay,” he said, pulling her close and trying really hard to ignore how good she felt and smelled. “I know you probably didn’t mean that, right? You’re under a freaky spell. It’s making us both act weird even though we barely even know each other.”
“Satisfaction guaranteed…” Akane whispered. She began to unconsciously grind her backside against his dick, which had been erect from the moment he’d seen her this morning. He tried not to whimper as it would have rather ruined the moment he was trying to have with her, but damn! This wasn’t helping his willpower, which had already taken a hit after she had said… That! Maybe she wasn’t under the influence of the spell? Maybe it was one of those Franklin slip things he’d heard about? Maybe… Or maybe not?
“Ahem!” a new voice called, and the two of them separated so fast you’d swear they’d bounced off of one another. “Well, well, wasn’t that interesting? Is there something you would like to tell me?”
“N-No!” both of them said in unison, neither of them quite able to look Nabiki in the face.
“If you say so,” Nabiki shrugged. “Oh dear, oh dear, little sister. Has your condition gotten worse? Are you <i>sure</i> going to school is a good idea right now?”
Wait, going to school? Like this? When every outfit she tried to wear turned into a sexualised parody of itself? Surrounded by boys and girls that would be unable to resist the lustful influence the spell caused because they didn’t have the training?
“No way!” Ranma said. “You’re not heading to school like this. I mean, you’ll distract the other students, and -”
“And I quite agree!” Nabiki interrupted. “We can call it a family emergency, all of us can stay home and…” a twinkle emerged in her eye that Ranma really didn’t like. “Look after you. How does that sound?”
Akane’s response was to tweak her sister’s nose for the duration of the conversation. Ranma idly caught himself wondering if there was a fetish for what he was seeing. Probably. If there was a magazine for it, that image would be worshipped by every single one of them.
“I’m going to school,” Akane insisted. “I am not letting this stupid, stupid spell beat me, and I’m not letting it beat you either!”
“Then I’m coming with you,” Ranma insisted just as hard. No way he was leaving her alone until this was resolved! “But, uh… Do you really think going to school is a great idea when you could be looking for a cure?”
“He’b bright!” Nabiki said. “This bwon’t help cure byou!”
“You underestimate me,” Akane said, releasing Nabiki’s nose and flicking back her hair, unconsicously swaying her hips in an impossible-to-resist erotic manner. “I’ve thought this through more than you think I have.”
“This is going to end badly, isn’t it?” Ranma whispered to Nabiki, who was rubbing both sides of her nose. Probably to get the feeling back.
“If you’re making a bet, I wouldn’t take it,” Nabiki said after a moment. “If anything happens to her at school, you’ll regret it. Got it?”
“You don’t have to tell me. I already know I would.”
- Things go very badly at school.
- Actually, people at school are on their best behaviour.
- They don’t even get there before something bad happens.
- Meanwhile, “slutty Akane” discusses this turn of events with the spell caster.
- Something else
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