Story: Akane's Hentai Tome

Akane stared at the page in front of her with a quirked eyebrow. Beauty spells. A whole array of them by the looks of things. Spells to increase bust size, incantations to lose weight. Change body type, alter facial appearance. The works. It was the kind of thing to really make you think.

To begin with there was the issue of whether or not the spell would even work as advertised. Something like this had to have some sort of drawback, right? Then there was the question of why a book like this was in the library in the first place. It hardly seemed like the sort of material that would be appropriate to lend out. If it was real, was it missing from a wizard's library? In which case might they not want it back? Or did they place it here to ensnare the unwary?

Then there were other questions of identity: If you changed how you looked so drastically then were you truly the same person after it was done? Would some fundamental part of your youness be lost? Would you even like the person you became after it was all over with? Was beauty gained by supernatural means really worth it?

Those kinds of nuanced philosophical questions were not the ones on Akane Tendo's mind.

"W-Well, I clearly do not have any use for this <i>at all</i>!" she sniffed, tucking the book underarm and turning up her nose. "I'm plenty cute and pretty as it is. I don't need to lose weight, or boost my bust," she continued while walking over to the front desk, library ticket in hand. "One book, please," she instructed the librarian. The relevant items were stamped, the ticket was taken, and she continued walking out of the library with her head held high.

"I'm just making sure!" she protested to nobody in particular, blissfully unaware of the book's hooks being sunk into her mind the longer she had it in her possession. "It's not like I'm planning to make myself super hot for Ranma's sake or anything like that."

She bit her lip and imagined it: Herself posing in a blue two-piece bikini, while Ranma peels her grapes with hearts in his eyes. Meanwhile, off behind her, Shampoo Ukyo and Kodachi all look on with eyes glowing green with venomous envy. In comparison to her they are the flat-chested, figureless, uncute girls!

"Who would ever want something like that?" she asked with a crooked smile on her face. "Not me, no, sir! I'm just borrowing this book because -"

"Because talking to yourself is a sure sign of madness?"

She very nearly jumped out of her skin. "Don't do that!" she yelled at the pigtailed menace, always intruding into her life, her thoughts and her dreams.

"Don't what?" Ranma asked, all innocence and teasing. "Say 'Hi, Akane, find what you wanted at the library?' and then get ignored?"

Akane was about to retort that he'd obviously said no such thing, when a sudden nasty thought struck her. Namely, what would happen if Ranma read the book? She could see that in her mind's eye as well, every bit as clearly as the other fantasy: Ranma, towering over her. The sky tinged red, his mouth twisted up into a demonic grin. His tongue slithers out, and it is forked and cruel. "Beauty spells?" he hisses. "As if even magic could make a girl like you cute! Hohohoho!"

A pair of fingers snapped in front of her eyes. "Yo, Akane?" Ranma asked. "I know, I'm such a hunk you can't help but stare. Kinda rude to do it out in public, though."

"I'm the rude one all of a sudden?" she asked.

"Well, yeah," Ranma replied. "I asked a question, you didn't answer: What book were you wanting from the library anyway?"

The sky was red. Ranma was standing tall and cocky, arms folded in front of himself as he had gained all new ammunition for -

"Hey, you're staring again..."

"A cookbook!" Akane exclaimed. "It's a brand new cookbook I was thinking of trying out."

It was the first thing that popped into her head. Actually, she'd been looking for revision material for an upcoming test, but since Ranma was in the same classes as her he might want to borrow the revision material at some point. Also, she still had to go back to the library at some point to actually get that material, but... Guh!

"Oh, a cookbook!" Ranma exclaimed with tremendous enthusiasm. "Yeah, sure! You do need to practise, don't you? I'll be glad to taste test your - Hey, isn't that Ryoga hanging onto a giant purple wombat?"

"Huh?" Akane asked. "I don't see - No, you don't!"

In a single smooth motion, Akane had turned around and snagged Ranma's pigtail when he tried to run away. The escape attempt had been so completely blatant that when, in point of fact, it turned out Ryoga was indeed clinging for dear life onto an oversized violet marsupial she very nearly considered letting him go.

"Let go!" Ranma complained.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Akane declared with a scowl. At this point you could probably tell that she was acting more on emotion than rational thinking. "You just promised to help me taste test what I'm about to cook, and you're going to hold to that promise! Hi, Ryoga! Good luck with the wombat!"

"Thanks, Akane!" Ryoga waved while clinging onto fur for dear life. "Your compassion is all I need to survive!"

God, what a weird life she lived. Anyway, dragging her fiance back to her home by the pigtail. Stomping along the street, determined to feed him and make him like it! This time she was certain she would succeed! Because this time she had a... Cook... Book...

And only now did she realise the error of her ways. This was not a cookbook. Not in the least! It was a magic book with spells in it that she had only seen one page of. That page was pertaining to beauty spells. So the rest might be too. Akane strangled a whimper in her throat. Her attempts to hide the book from Ranma had backfired spectacularly! Now she was in a situation where she would have to pretend as if she were cooking from the book, when in fact she would be making up the recipe as she went.

The solution was clear enough: Let Ranma go, pretend this whole thing did not happen. Yet this was the one thing her pride would no longer permit. Ranma would get suspicious about why she'd suddenly let him go now that she had a firm hold of him. Therefore, what could she do but play along?

Unknown to Akane, the book that she was holding was already two steps ahead of her. It set up a special recipe for Akane to make, namely a simple cake that would -

1. Give the eater a particular fetish.
2. Alter the eater's appearance in some way.
3. Make the eater sexually irresistible.
4. Make the eater suggestible for a short time.
5. Some other effect.