Story: Curvy Akane

So what about Soun during all of this? As one might imagine, he was not having a good day. In fact, he was feeling rather conflicted about something. On the one hand: It seemed remarkably likely that his daughter and Genma's son would very shortly establish a long and lasting relationship. On the other, it seemed equally likely that this relationship would be formed through a steadily intensifying series of intercourse.

In short, Soun Tendo was lamenting that he was going to get exactly what he wanted. And worse yet, he couldn't even bear to talk to his youngest daughter because of the terrible, horrible curse laid upon her head! It's a tough thing being a simple man beset by complex thoughts and feelings.

In front of him Genma reached across the board and moved a piece. "Well, Tendo!" Genma laughed. "To be honest, I expected my son to be more reluctant. He's been much less cooperative since Jusenkyo. This mysterious transformation your Akane has gone through is a blessing in disguise! It's clear the two of them are growing ever closer, I expect we'll be hearing wedding bells before long!"

"Of course..." Soun trailed off. "But maybe we should wait until we cure Akane? Or at least discover the cause of this transformation." If it affected his other daughters as well, or perhaps even spread further afield... Or if there was some kind of side effect they had yet to notice, all of those things would be terrible. "In the face of this mystery, should we not solve that instead?"

"Hrm... I can see why you might be concerned..." Genma stroked his chin. "At the very least, Ranma and I know what causes our transformation, and it seems as though Akane's has worsened overnight." He stopped and scowled. "You don't think this is the work of... <i>him</i>, do you?"

It was a clear day. Not a cloud in the sky. Yet lightning crashed and thunder rolled ominously.

"The thought had crossed my mind," Soun admitted. "Although it hardly seems his style. If he were responsible then he'd have shown up in person to appreciate his work."

"Yes, that does make sense," Genma said. "He was never the sort to lurk in the shadows when he could get what he wanted through sheer martial ability and knowledge. Well! Let's talk about something else in case we summon him."

That much Soun could agree with. The last thing they needed right now was for <i>him</i> to show up. Bad enough the idea of Ranma trying something with his daughter when he actually wanted the engagement to work: Someone else, literally anyone else and never mind <i>him</i>, and Soun would probably go into a very dark place in his mind.

On that basis it was for the best that nobody else would be able to see her until they fixed -

"Greetings, Tendo patriarch!" said the idiot boy with a crush on Akane, who had bounded into his home wielding a bouquet of flowers as big as he was. "I have come to adorn your daughter with my well wishes and hopes that she will recover soon!"

Soun looked the boy up and down. Sized him up. He could tell the boy was a potent martial artist for his age. Maybe just a little better than Akane before her transformation. Parental knuckles cracked protectively without him even noticing.

"I'm afraid Akane does not want to see anyone at the moment," Soun diplomatically warned. "She feels she does not look herself right now."

"What a delicate flower she is," Kuno said, stunning Soun with how little the boy seemed to know the girl he had developed an obsession for. Akane? Delicate? A flower, certainly, but not a delicate one. Unless compared to a rock, there wasn't much delicate about her. "Though she puts up a tough front, she is still but a soft centre!"

"Then please leave," Soun said. "I will make sure she receives your flowers." A lie, unless he had spontaneously begun applying feminine pronouns to their trash bin.

"Nay, sir! I must see her in person! Fear not for her visage, for no matter how disgusting or mucus ridden this sickness may leave her, Tatewaki Kuno shall only see the beauty that lies beneath!"

You know, if he wasn't such an insufferable idiot this boy may actually have been decent boyfriend material for Akane. He was rich, he was a martial artist, he seemed to have something of a romantic soul about him, and so far as Soun could tell he was rather possessed of typically handsome features. Soun glanced back towards Genma, who was adjusting his glasses.

"Young man, I have asked you to leave my home," Soun warned, much less diplomatically inclined this time. "Please do not make me ask again."

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Akane stared at herself in the mirror. Sexy. Hot. Beatiful. Irresistable. Curvy in all the right places. And absolutely naked. She was walking sex. Even looking at herself made her feel good. She wet her lips. Her index finger trailed up towards her mouth, and she had to pull it away to stop herself sucking on it seductively.

"Control yourself," she admonished. "Bad Akane!" This time her right hand caught her left just before she smacked herself right on the butt. "This is just the spell trying to turn you into a - Into a sex-crazed slut! You're better than this. You deserve better!"


Better like Ranma. Ooh, dammit! Why did both of Ranma's forms have to be so cute! Why did he have to be so - so nice to her? It would be easy if he was a jerk. She would kick his ass, tell him to stay away from her and that would be the end of it. As it was she had to grapple with exactly how much of this was natural attraction, how much was the result of the spell and whether or not she actually gave a damn. Deep breaths! Eyes closed so you're not looking at the interesting things those deep breaths are doing to those spectacular, perfect tits. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in...

"Akane!" Kasumi called from the door. "Pardon me. I have something for you!"

Continuing her controlled breathing, Akane stepped towards the door. Kasumi had opened it just a crack and reached her arm through, holding out some folded clothing. You know. It was a lovely arm, wasn't it? Her oldest sister was a girl worth emulating. So feminine and nice and pleasant, able to get on with absolutely anyone. Without thinking about it, Akane ran her index and middle fingers along that arm from elbow to wrist -

"Ah!" Kasumi squeaked, breaking the spell. Akane had never heard her sister react like that before. "Nnng, no, don't do that."

"S-Sorry," Akane gasped. It took her a moment to realise what must have happened. Pressure points. Without thinking she had caused her sister to feel good by touching pressure points in her arm. That thought made her gulp a little. At the very least she could take these clothes and - Hrm? What was this? They weren't transforming as she put them on!

It was multiple layers of sheer white cloth with the edges stitched together, into an admittedly short skirt and a loose fitting tube top. Was it sexy? Yep. Did it show off more skin than she would normally like? Yes! Could she go out in public like this without flashing everyone she walked by? Yes! Great big yes!

"It's a little something I designed just now," Kasumi said from outside the room. There was a slight tremble and breathiness to her voice which was a little worrying, but Akane ignored that for now. "I thought that... If I made a few accommodations for your new body type and made sure it struck the right balance, it wouldn't be able to change too much. How is it?"

"It's perfect," Akane said with great relief. "I can go outside like this! Thank you, sis! Thank you so, so much! This day's starting to look -"

"Akane Tendo! Come out to meet me - hurk!"

That voice. Oh, no! That voice, she knew who that was! Tatewaki Kuno! She couldn't let him see her, not like this! That creepy idiotic perverted boy! Ranma might be younger but he was miles more mature than that - that!

That boy that liked her before she was hot. Akane twitched. Maybe she should give him a - No, no. Wait a minute. This was Kuno she was thinking about. Kuno! But why not? After all, wasn't that what made you like Ranma? Kuno's cute. Kuno liked you before this curse happened. Kuno's a martial artist. Give him a try. Rock his world and - And -

Guuuuh! Oh, that thought made her feel sick to her stomach! She didn't like Kuno because he's an overbearing, immature idiot! Then why did she like Ranma when she barely knew him?

"Because liking doesn't need a reason!" she protested with a snarl.

Oh. So you do like him? Then maybe you should prove it.

Right! Maybe she would! Akane took another deep breath, stomped across to her window and made ready to jump outside, then at the last moment stopped. "You should prove it". That's what she'd thought, right? "You". Not "I". Second-person pronoun.

"Oh, no!" Akane protested, backing off from the window and keeping it closed. "You're not getting me like that. You want me to head outside, beat up Kuno and then track down Ranma so we can - So we can..."

So you can what?

"Y-You know what," Akane whimpered, forcing herself to pull her index finger out of her mouth. "I won't let you win! I won't let you corrupt me!"

Then stay in your room. Play with yourself. While the boy/girl you like finds other people to fuck. And they're cute enough to find that easily. No matter how hot you are, if you're not available Ranma will start looking for sex elsewhere.

"Get out of my head," Akane warned. "Don't make me ask you again. Get out and stay out!"

Alright, my cute little tomboy client. But you're wrong. I'm not the one corrupting you. To figure out who is, just take another look in the mirror. If you dare.

1. Akane heads outside. Beats up Kuno. Feels better.
2. Ranma arrives. Is grabbed by Akane, who can't take it anymore.
3. Kasumi heard Akane arguing with herself, steps inside the room to help out.
4. Doctor Tofu arrives at the Tendo home, having figured out what's going on.
5. Something else