There was a tendency to think of Kasumi Tendo as the quiet one. The one that was a calm, soothing presence that never got angry, never got upset and simply went about doing housework. Well, that really was more because the entire rest of the household was rather larger than life. Compared to the blinding light of the sun, a spotlight seems quite mundane by comparison. If anything right now she wasn't feeling like she was a calming presence. In point of fact, as her breasts swelled up and her dress shifted to accommodate the new growing weights on her chest, calm was absolutely the furthest thing from her mind.
Big! So big. How big were they going to get? Kasumi bit her lip and struggled to push herself back onto her feet. It was strange, but the tremendous weight of them wasn't giving her the remotest bit of trouble. It was as if they were still the same size, even though every other sense that applied was telling her no, they weren't, they were definitely bigger. Ah! And more sensitive too!
"Oh, dear..." Kasumi gasped at the very moment they stopped growing. Her nipples were really quite erect. They were easily visible through the bra and the dress, both of which had grown quite a fair amount rather than rip or tear. "They really are big... Just like the book said, it has expanded my bustline quite considerably. Oh dear, oh dear!"
Now Kasumi was thinking. It was a little bit of pattern recognition, really. Ever since the Saotomes arrived they had been a multiplying factor for the strange events that happened in the Furinkan area. There had been a few odd people before, but much more now. For example. Ranma himself had no less than three other girls actively competing for his attention. They were all so energetic about it, where “energetic” was a euphemism for “wildly destructive”. She'd even heard whispers that the whole lot of them had earned the local nickname "Nerima Wrecking Crew", which she felt was a little disingenuous because the destruction they caused wasn't usually quite that far reaching, but still...
"If that book could do this..." Kasumi said, hefting one tit and then the other with a pleasure-filled shudder. "Then what it said about hypnotising and brainwashing might also be... Oh! Then I should try to keep this out of anyone else's reach, before it causes a terrible mess!"
"If you wish to help the progression of tit power, then merely speak aloud the words Boobicus Maximus."
"N-Nabiki! When did you get here?!" Kasumi asked after picking herself up from a most undignified face-fault. Oh dear, she was a little bit out of practise, wasn't she?
"Hm?" Nabiki said, snapping the book shut. "Oh, I was just wondering what all the noise was abooooooohhhh what's happening to my chest?!"
It was a bit strange seeing it from this point of view, but this must have been the same experience Kasumi herself had. It had sort of felt as though someone had attached an air pump to her nipples and merely inflated what was already there to an exaggerated proportion. From an external point of view she could tell that wasn't what was happening at all. The growth seemed more... natural, save for the fact that it had been greatly accelerated. Different parts of the breasts would swell out at a time, then stop, and another part would grow. All the while more and more fabric seemed to be added to Nabiki's tanktop to keep it from tearing.
But that wasn't all, and Kasumi could see it right away. There were more changes happening to her little sister besides her freshly embiggened tits. Her posture shifted. Her shoulders seemed to develop a small amount of muscle, not enough to be noticeable unless you were looking for it but definitely more than there had been before. Little touches like that. Intended to keep the breasts themselves from becoming uncomfortable.
The normally cool-headed girl threw back her head to let out a deep, throaty moan, dropped the book to the floor and then also dropped to her knees while seizing hold of her chest. Kasumi blinked when the book actually hit the floor, as that sound broke her from the astounding sight before her. She moved quickly, scooping the book up into her arms and rushing off towards her own room as fast as her legs could carry her.
It was funny. Every breath and every beating of her heart just now. Probably because they were a little heavier than normal, but it felt like they were echoing throughout her tits. She squirmed a little. It felt strangely pleasant.
She lightly stepped over to the mirror and let her dress slip off to the floor. She had to see the effect this had on her. She had to know what it looked like. And, do you know what? She understood in an instant why they could be used to manipulate the minds of the unwary. It wasn't the size. It wasn't the shape. It wasn't the jiggle, or the hard nipples. It was the everything. They were immaculate. Perfect. If a pair of tits could be perfect, it would have to be these. Kasumi couldn't even think of them as breasts anymore. They were tits.
"These are my tits," she said aloud, and winced. That should have been “breasts” right at the end there. Biting her lip and forcing herself to look away, she sat demurely on the edge of her bed and opened up the book. "I need to know more about this," Kasumi said. "I would not want to accidentally hypnotise anyone I walked by on the street. Oh, no! That would be dreadful!"
<b><I>Lesson 1: Managing your new and spectacular tits:</b>
At this point you are probably worried, dear reader, that a perfect pair of breasts might bring undesired attention. But have no fear! Almost all of the techniques discovered to date require direct viewing of naked flesh before they will work. However, even fully clothed you will get a few eyes cast in your direction.</i>
In other words, men would be looking her over but would not be hypnotised simply because she passed them by. That was a relief. She would have to go out of her way to flash them to have any sort of effect on their mind. This was a great and tremendous relief to her. After all, she had no intention at all of making any kind of use of this kind of power, no matter what.
There was a knock at her door. Kasumi quickly pulled her dress together. "Who is it?" she called.
"Just me," Nabiki replied. "K-Kasumi, please let me in! Big sister, I need your help!"
Oh! Oh, no! That must have been such a terrible shock to Nabiki, having her breasts suddenly swell up like that without explanation. It must have been to break through her usual cool attitude. She couldn't remember the last time Nabiki sounded so scared! Her big sister instincts quickly guided her towards the door, which she threw open and, without thinking about it at all, buried Nabiki's face right into her cleavage.
"There, there!" Kasumi cooed. "It will be alright."
"Mmmph!" Nabiki replied.
"Shh... I know. This was quite a shock for you, wasn't it? Especially since your clothing changed to fit..." Ah? What was this? Kasumi's hand went down a little bit, down to touch Nabiki's back. Her bare back. No tanktop. No bra. She frowned. "Nabiki, were you planning on using your tits to hypnotise me?"
"Mmmmm..."
"Oh! Ah, instead of saying it, raise your right hand for yes and your left for no."
Up goes the right hand. Up comes a disappointed scowl on Kasumi's face. She closed her eyes and pulled Nabiki out from in between her cleavage with an oddly satisfying plop, and considered what she should say next quite carefully.
"You can speak now," Kasumi said. "What were you going to ask me to do?"
"Stay out of my way while I used this to make money."
That actually did make sense when she thought about it. If anyone could get in Nabiki's way while she exploited this, it would be someone else with titnosis. "That's all?" she asked. Kasumi gave her tits a squeeze, and heard Nabiki gasp. "You weren't going to ask me to use these to help you make money?"
"Nnnnoooo..." Nabiki slurred. "Just needed you out of the way."
"Well... Alright then. I will stay out of your way. On the condition that you use this power responsibly. Do not use it to blackmail or extort people. Please use it to help them. Put your tanktop back on and return to your room."
Alright. That seemed to be resolved. Kasumi let out a huge sigh of relief and listened for her sister walking off down the hallway and getting into her own room again before opening her eyes and going back inside her own room.
Then collapsing to the ground as an inexplicable orgasm invited itself into her body. Hands flew up to breasts and groped them, squeezed them, teased them. Yet the flesh of those tits was so perfect, so nice to touch that it might as well have been the hands themselves being teased. That felt... Good! Using titnosis on people felt... Amazing!
A flash of faces flew by her internal vision. People that she knew. People that she'd met recently. People that put on a brave face, but what they wanted most of all was just barely out of reach. A traitorous thought crept into her mind and stuck roots down, deep, deep into her mind.
<i>I can help them. All I have to do is....</i>
- Kasumi sets out on a mission to help people using titnosis.
- Kasumi resists the urge, but circumstances conspire against her.
- Turns out Nabiki was faking being hypnotised to lull Kasumi into a false sense of security.
- Nabiki sets up an amateur "support desk" to help people. For a steep price.
- Something else
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