Story: Akane's Titnosis

After an experience like that, Akane knew she needed to clear her head a little bit, though making sure her gi was at least covering up a little bit for the sake of modesty. Wow. That wasn't the reaction she'd expected at all! Both of them perving out over her, but in a weirdly friendly way that made her feel really uncomfortable. Still. They both seemed happier and -

Akane stopped right on an intersection and stared blankly into space, oblivious to the passersby ogling her chest she was so deep in thought. Kuno wouldn't bother her or Ranma anymore. Ryoga wouldn't pick fights with Ranma anymore. They'd both pick out cute girlfriends more appropriate for them and, ultimately, everyone would be happy.

She looked down at her chest with wide eyes and a firm smile. "Power," she said. "This is... Power. The things I could do with this... Incredible!"

It wasn't simply the fact that she could so drastically improve her own life that was making her pause. What she could do for others as well... Help her friends find dates. Get Happosai to cut out the perverted antics. Overcoming psychological problems, building confidence, setting focus, keeping them friends with one another, the list went on and on to the point that she honestly didn't know where to start.

Getting Shampoo out of her hair might be nice, even if Cologne would be a bit of a risk. Maybe if Ukyo were to drop her infatuation with Ranma she might be a lot happier in the long run. Then there was Ranma himself to consider...

Which was when Akane turned and caught sight of herself in the reflection of a shop window. Look at her. Standing there in her gi, with a decent amount of cleavage revealed where she couldn't even try to pull it across. She strode up for a closer look, stuck out her right hip and planted her hands firmly there.

"Better built to boot?" she said. "Sexless? Uncute? Not seeing any of that right now. All I see is a strong, confident, sexy woman with a pair of hypnotic tits."

Akane very nearly turned away to continue her stroll, but found her eyes wandering back to the window. She truly was stunning, wasn't she? As ridiculous as the idea of hypnotic breasts were, even this much really did draw in the eye. This time she leaned over just a little bit, exposing a bit more cleavage to herself. Her eyes fluttered, and her breath caught for a moment.

"I am a strong, confident, sexy woman," Akane repeated, not really knowing why. An image of Ranma pulsed through her mind. His boy form rubbing his dick in between her tits, falling completely under her spell. "Confident, sexy woman," she said again, and the image shifted to Ranma in female form, pressing her own naked chest against Akane's and finding herself utterly dwarfed. "Sexy, sexy woman!" she said, not seeming to notice her belt being undone until she was gasping at the sight of those perfect mountains, unrestrained, uncovered. Shocking her anew each time she saw them again.

"If I'm confident, then I'll go for what I want without hesitation," Akane said. Her nipples were poking out. Tingling. "If I'm strong, I can take it. If I'm sexy, it will be given to me without a fight."

What she wanted. What did she want? Ranma. Obviously. Their interaction was born of insecurity on both sides, after all, each thinking the other wasn't interested, so each acted out in a way that made it seem to the other that they weren't interested. Couple that with the fact they were both jackasses and you get some pretty intense disagreements from time to time.

A delicate equation being solved because one factor on one side was being altered. Confidence. Not arrogance, which was a step too far. Confidence. In herself. In her body. In the idea that she could satisfy the boy/girl she wanted. Too late now, Akane realised she was hypnotising herself through her reflection. Too late, yet she still seemed happy with it. Her only complaint now was that it seemed to be turning her into a pervert.

"Ohohoho, what do we have here?"

"Huh?" Akane mumbled, and then all of a sudden Kodachi Kuno stepped into the window frame reflection, just behind Akane who sleepily turned around to face the gymnast, but found her eyes being forced back to the reflection. And her boobs. Her big, entrancing boobs.

"Enjoying yourself, are we?" Kodachi asked, quickly closing her eyes and stroking Akane's cheek with a peculiar tenderness. "What was that you were saying just now? Hypnotic breasts? Why, I suppose that might explain what I was overhearing from your pitiful training hall earlier on."

"You overheard...?"


"Shh, don't talk. Stare at your bosom. It seems as though even you cannot resist their allure."

Now Akane felt a little panic rise up in her. She was right. Her own breasts were still having a hypnotic effect on her even in a reflection. What else had she done to herself? What other commands had she given by accident? Oh gosh, she had to think this through -

"You know, I am a little disappointed," Kodachi whispered, rubbing her hand through Akane's hair. "Not only this, but hiding darling Ranma's curse? Transforming between a handsome, devilish rogue and a cheeky, curvaceous cutie? For shame, for shame hiding this all to yourself!"

So she knew that much as well? Not quite the reaction Akane would have anticipated, but then again Kodachi was not only twisted, but sharp. That's why she was so dangerous to handle in the first place. You never knew how you were getting cut, but it was almost certainly gonna happen sooner or later.

"As for my brother and that foolish fanged brute, well... I'm sure it will make them a fair amount happier. I had rather been intending on simply punishing you for keeping my beloved's curse a secret from me. Instead, this new revelation excites me even more! Therefore..."

In the mirror, she could see that Kodachi had her eyes tightly closed. Yet Akane's gaze couldn't stay fixed upon that face for long. Not when perfection lay a little below her own chin. Even glancing at those things was making her feel wet. Akane wanted to lick her lips. They really were too beautiful. Too perfect. Too magnificent to look away. Kodachi carefully gripped Akane's upper arms and flopped her hands down upon her breasts, taking care not to touch them herself.

Again, Akane wanted to moan and yet found herself unable. Even though she tried not to grab herself, to play with her own boobs in a way that would only enhance the induction process, those nipples were so sensitive that it should have sent her squirming where she was standing. Especially with the way that Kodachi was forcing her arms to move, creating slow, circular motions. Clumsy. Yet still entrancing.

"Kodachi is your friend," was whispered in her ear. "Kodachi is your good, personal friend."

Through the pleasure Akane was trying to fight that perception. Kodachi was not her friend. Kodachi was - Was nibbling her ear and whispering such sweet, sweet things.

"Kodachi is a very sexy friend with benefits," the insane gymnast continued. "You want her to be happy. You want her to be sexy. You want... You want..."

For some reason Kodachi had stopped making Akane rub her chest, and she tried whimpering for it to continue. Why did she stop? Was this some form of torture? Making her feel this level of pleasure with no release? Ah, but then she saw what the problem was: Kodachi had drastically underestimated the sheer size of Akane's breasts. As such, even though she had grabbed a point where she could make Akane play with herself without needing to touch the hypnotic tits directly, the back of her hand was still getting a good shot of sideboob.

"You want Kodachi to be happy," the gymnast said, seeming to shrug off the effect. But Akane had seen it. A moment of weakness. With everything she had she flexed the muscles in her arm but continued to rub away. "You want Kodachi to... Have..."

And it was enough! Trapped her hands between Akane's arms and the hypnotic breasts was distracting her enough. Now, when Kodachi tried to make her rub her own breasts she would also get a feel of that inviting, soft, entrancing bosom. It wasn't much. But Akane grabbed hold of it while trying desperately to fight off the idea that Kodachi was her sexy, sexy friend that she wanted to see happy and -

Akane suddenly realised she was biting her lip. Her eyes couldn't remotely move from her breasts anymore. Her body was burning with desire and lust. She needed release. But she also needed... To move Kodachi's arms onto those needy, hungry nipples. The gymnast needed no instruction. It made Akane writhe in place in anticipation of the orgasm she knew was coming.

"Mmm... Kodachi!" she moaned, biting into her finger, unable to tear eyes away from the mirror. "That's right. I'm your sexy friend, aren't I??"

"Sexy friend?" Kodachi repeated. "Yesss, so sexy!"

"You want me to give you a bigger bust as well, don't you?" Akane asked, not thinking that question strange. "To make you sexy like me? Two super sexy friends with big, sexy breasts."

"Sexy... Friends..." Kodachi repeated. And it sounded right to Akane's ears as well. The two of them were super hot friends that wanted to make each other happy. How else might Akane do that than to hypnotise Kodachi to get rid of her more insane tendencies? After all. That way people might be more willing to spend time with her. Right? What could go wrong?

1. Back with Kuno and Ryoga.
2. Ranma and Nabiki snap out of it.
3. Akane and Kodachi stop their mutual hypnosis to discuss their next move.
4. Something else