Story: Kasumi's Titnosis

Kasumi closed the book with a rather concerned wrinkle across her pretty brow. She was quite the quick reader when the mood took her; her problem was that she rarely had the time. In this case, though, she'd made herself take the time to read through this book on titnosis, and she didn't much care for what she was reading.

It was powerful. As in, really ludicrously powerful. Flash your tits at practically anyone, seasoned martial artist or random passerby, and their mind and body were yours to command. The possibilities were astonishing to someone fully willing and able to exploit them. In particular with repeated "doses", with differing methods having different levels of effectiveness.

For example, she'd accidentally put Nabiki into an instant trance by hugging her face directly into the momentous valley of her glorious cleavage. Now, such adjectives were not usually the sort she would apply to parts of her body, but it seemed like her tits rather were objectively stupendous works of art. The fact that she couldn't think of them as anything but "tits" was also a little worrying, but what could she do?

Anyway, that trance was considered instant, but with a few weaknesses. Nabiki would obey the instructions, without a doubt. But she would also be keenly aware that she was following instructions against her own will. On the one hand Nabiki did need to be taught a lesson, on the other it would almost certainly breed resentment and she'd probably try to find some kind of loophole.

Which led Kasumi to her own problem: What should she do now? It did not seem as though clothing would be as much an issue as expected, but there was this little voice whispering in the back of her head.

<i>Why don't you help them?</i> it asked her. <i>If you used this correctly, you could cure the Saotomes' curses. You could get Shampoo, Ukyo and Kodachi to leave poor Ranma alone. You could even help your little sister improve in martial arts, learn how to cook and sew and even swim...</i>

True, she would like those things. It would make life a lot simpler for the people she cared for the most. However... Flashing people and brainwashing them to go about doing so felt wrong to her. It was so dirty, not to mention a violation! She'd only hypnotised Nabiki by accident.

"In that case, I should keep this book hidden away," Kasumi nodded. "Should the wrong person get their hands on it... Oh, dear. I don't like to think ill of Ranma and Akane's friends, but Shampoo and Kodachi in particular strike me as the sort who would badly misuse it."

Mind made up, Kasumi made sure that she was presentable and carefully tucked the book underneath her bed. She had spent quite enough time on this already. A brief glimpse at herself in the mirror, and she shuddered in pleasure at just the memory of what they had looked like, how it had felt to put Nabiki under and give her commands. There was another reason to resist helping people out. The book hadn't said anything about titnosis having addictive qualities, but Kasumi had her suspicions regardless. That was a path she had absolutely no intention of walking down, temptation be damned.

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Temptation was glorious. Nabiki always did have something of a hedonistic streak to her, and sitting in front of her mirror with her top off was currently providing her with all new experiences more wonderful than ten million yen dropping in her lap out of nowhere.

It was because of that weird book. <i>The Secrets of Titnosis</i> had caused her breasts to grow, but not just in the sense that they were bigger. They were the perfect shape, her torso frame had shifted to accommodate, her nipples were the right position, large enough you could easily see them but without being so big that they distracted from the rest of the magnificent flesh.

They looked like what she imagined sex felt like. Which made it incredible to believe that touching them felt even better. They were soft, but not too soft. Firm, but not too firm. They were warm. They were inviting, and by all the gods there have ever been and yet may still be, these girls were sensitive. Nabiki had been full on groping them as if she were an unpractised male virgin with no clue how to treat a girl. Roughly, no rhyme, no reason and she was still on the edge of climax. That was a deliberate tactical choice: If she'd given them a proper groping she might have lost her mind.

"Nnng!" she grunted. "So good! No wonder they're hypnotic! They're perfect, stupendous, magnificent! I could easily use them to -"

Just then the memory of being smothered in her older sister's cleavage, surrounded by that warmth and feeling that tenderness smothering her mind made her throw back her head and moan as she came no less than three times in quick succession, each of which coming harder than a truck. By the time she was finished all Nabiki could do was carefully collapse to the floor, landing on her side and rolling to her back, where her index fingers began running circles around her nipples.

"Kasumi," she whispered, voice hoarse from exhaustion. She needed some water. "I suppose that means, every time I try to think about how to extort or blackmail someone -" The memory replayed itself in its entirety, causing her to smile in a more sincere fashion than she normally would. "That distracts me," she sighed. "Not exactly a terrible thing, but it is going to get in the way a little."

What instructions had Kasumi given her again? Don't blackmail people. Don't extort people. Use it responsibly. "Please try to help people" wasn't really a command, merely a suggestion. Well, that was a little grating. How was she supposed to do all that?

Before her train of thought went any further Nabiki's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her tongue rolled out the side of her mouth. Ooh, boy, she'd better be more careful where her thinking took her. Which was probably the point of that kind of titnosis, inducing a distraction whenever the target even thinks of breaking the command.

To her surprise she was able to sit up with minimal difficulty. So in theory she could still probably have fun with people so long as it was responsible fun and in no way involved blackmail or extortion. Thinking about it a little more, those were some fairly large loopholes to leave in place. She could still make money without blackmail or extortion easily enough: Nabiki might not be able to use her tits as a bargaining tool for negotiations, but she could hire them out. 'Got your eye on someone, but they're not interested? Nabiki will set them up for you!' Or 'Tired of that bully shoving your face into the wall? Ask Nabiki for help!' That sort of thing.

"A help desk," she decided. Nabiki steepled her hands and quirked an eyebrow. "Oh yes, a helpdesk will be <i>fantastic</i> for my purposes!"

This is where normally a truly evil character would cackle maniacally as thunder crashed outside. However, Nabiki stayed resolutely silent, seeming content with a gentle smirk. That's not to say that she's not pure evil poured into a sexy young body, no, far from it. It's just that Nabiki's brand of evil had perhaps the most dangerous quality that evil can possess: A high level of self awareness that did not allow her to be shackled to anything she could not completely control.

Well, of course there was that single exception of Kasumi's tits, but somehow she had the feeling that her big sister wouldn't be using those again if she could help it. Although Nabiki did admit to herself that she had been wrong before.

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How long do you suppose it took before Kasumi found herself using her breasts to titnotise someone after leaving her room? Perhaps an hour? Half an hour? Ten minutes? Try a minute flat. For all her intentions it seemed as though fate had a bit of a sense of humour, and for just this one time Kasumi Tendo would be the fall girl.

"Oh, dear," she sighed on realising what had happened. She looked over her victim, bit her lip and swallowed down the bitter pill of addictive pleasure that came with putting someone under. "M-Maybe I should snap them out of it now? Um... Please wake up -"

1. Ranma
2. Akane
3. A Kuno
4. A fiancee
5. A rival
6. Someone else