Okay then. She was in control. She was <i>in control.</i> No stupid piece of magical clothing was going to turn her into a pervert. This was her body, so what if she had become hot enough to not need heating in winter? And sure, she was kind of sensitive right now, but she would get used to it in time! Yes, that was all she needed, time and training herself in how to deal with these new feelings and urges.
As such she had left her room. Fully clothed. In fact she was quite a bit overdressed. Even Kasumi commented on it. It was a small price if this helped her control herself, stop her from trying anything she would regret later on.
"Oh, Nabiki. I like the jumper," Kasumi had said. "Those trousers are very fetching as well. It's not like you to wear something so baggy. Are you trying a new look?"
Trying a new look? More like had a new look thrust upon her. Not that she necessarily hated her improved body, frustrating as the urges it brought along were. She could already imagine all sorts of ways to abuse her sex appeal to manipulate others. Why, with a body like that it would be easy to snatch a rich husband some years down the line. She would be able to wrap anyone around her little finger, make them dance to her tune using her impossibly sexy body.
Except that would be giving in. "A little experimentation is never a bad thing," she said and continued going without breaking stride.
Right. Time to get back into her usual routine. That was the smart thing to do here. At this time of the day, she would normally be checking on her information network and sell some pictures to the idiots obsessed with Akane and Ranma. So that was what she was going to do, not mope in her room and try to not think about how much bigger her breasts were now. Or how perfectly proportioned her overall figure was. Or how it would feel if she spanked herself. Or...
Nabiki took a deep long breath and slapped her cheek. The one in her face. “Nope, not falling for that. Gotta get to work, not letting this get to me.” She murmured as she stepped out of the Tendo dojo and started her daily rounds.
Things were going fine. In fact, things were going great! She hadn't even succumbed to the urge to check out any of the really <s>idiotic</s> cute boys she saw on the way. Nabiki put a little bit more of a swagger into her gait. Hah! She was confident, she was in control, she had this beat already.
First thing first, she walked towards a particular cafe that she knew a certain kendoist moron regularly visited. And there, she saw him sitting in one corner drinking tea and eating the most expensive dessert on the menu.
She knew the prices because she had taken some <s>suckers</s> cute guys on a date here and made them pay for everything. Of course she dropped them afterwards, because she <s>didn’t care for morons</s> wasn’t ready for a steady relationship.
“Ah, greetings Nabiki, what reason does the older sister of my future wife have for this visit?”
Ladies and gentlemen, the biggest idiot in Furinkan. And considering some of the other idiots that were about town, this said a <i>lot</i> about Tatewaki Kuno. The best thing he had going for his was his <s>kendo skills</s> chiselled good looks and Ranma trounced him easily in that area.
In response to that Nabiki pulled out an envelope and laid it out on the table in front of him. "A small sample of my wares," she said to him. "The really high quality stuff though, you'll have to pay even to glimpse it."
“Hah, as always you drive a hard bargain. As expected of a genius tradeswoman like you. Why, it is almost a shame that you appear to lack any interest in romance. I am sure there are many men just waiting for a beauty like yourself to appear in their life.”
Heh. Flatterer. Trying to butter her up so she'd go easy on the price. As if that would work on... Ooh boy, these extra layers were really cranking up the heat. She ought to at least take off the jumper - but no, not until she was sure that she had total control. So far it had been fine, but only when she felt more assured she wasn't going to spontaneously give Kuno a lap dance was she going to start wearing less.
"Hmph, a sucker is born every minute," Nabiki shrugged. Then looked down at her photos. Pictures of sucker number two, Ranma Saotome in girl form. A boy's mind trapped in a cute girl's body by way of Jusenkyo curse. It was a combo that gave her an extra sexy air about her, a vulnerability and appeal that an ordinary girl couldn't hope to match. Even though she acted like a tomboy, that face and that figure combined with that personality to make her really, really steaming hot.
Although, looking at the picture now, Nabiki had to note that her new body put Ranma's to shame. Why, if she were to place herself into that same position, stepping out of the bath with her hair framing her breasts... droplets of water dripping down her naked body and further enticing the viewer. Yes, she would easily get thrice, no ten times the money she would get from selling Ranma’s pictures!
"How much for your pictures?"
Nabiki blinked and found herself back in reality. She'd been fiddling with the bottom of her jumper just then. Based on the way her muscles were tense she was about to pull it off. She pulled her hands away and made them grip each other tightly. How much... for her pictures? Oh! Kuno meant the pictures of Ranma. Not pictures of her!
"Th-the usual," she forced out. But she could feel it on the tip of her tongue. The question: 'How much would you pay for pictures of me?' Sure Kuno was obsessed with Akane and Ranma’s female form, not to mention his weird ‘standards’ would probably make him dismiss such a thing out of hand. Or make him think it was a trick to make him owe her something. But once she showed some skin, there was surely no way he could resist..
“Very well, here is the payment. If you would please give me the pictures oh beautiful maiden?”
Nabiki had never before grabbed money so quickly nor dropped an envelope so fast. She hauled her immaculate ass out of there as soon as she could, to keep herself from making a fool of herself. Her trousers were starting to feel... uncomfortable as well. Itchy. Like her legs wanted them off, off now, let them greet the cool night's air...
But she kept them on. In spite of herself she kept them on. Deep breath. That hadn't quite gone at her usual cool standard but, glancing back inside, Kuno was too busy enjoying his new pictures to pay her any heed.
Which honestly was... kind of annoying. The way he was drooling over Ranma and Akane, when there was pure undiluted hotness right there in front of him. Sure, she was wearing clothes that masked that hotness a bit, but it still hurt her pride a little.
In fact, now that she thought about it, not a single male had given her a second glance as she walked down the streets. Hell, most people had even done their best to not look at her. How could they? Was she not sex on two legs? The sort of girl that makes teenage boys turn into puddles of lust with a wink and a smile?
Looking around her as she strode off away from the cafe, Nabiki was starting to get a little bit annoyed at that. Everyone always oohed and aahed over Kasumi and Akane. The perfect housewife and the gifted athlete. Well, how about some love for the middle sister? Oh sure there was the occasional love letter to give her some room to milk them for all they were worth but it wasn't in the same league as either of those two.
"Am I... acting out against other people because I'm insecure about my sex appeal because of my sisters...?" Nabiki wondered aloud. "Or is this the dogi messing with my head...?"
Without even noticing, Nabiki tied up the bottom of her jumper into a knot as she started considering the psychological ramifications of her current feelings. If it was the latter then this was going to be a lot harder to resist than she was initially thinking. If it was the former then she really needed to get herself a boyfriend. A real boyfriend. Preferably someone from out of town that wasn't intimidated by her reputation.
Cue her walking right into someone from out of town. Right as he was turning a corner.
Both of them went down with a lot more, ahem, of an impact than one might suspect considering how lightly they'd bumped into one another. An outsider would almost assume they had both taken a dive.
"Oh, my ankle!" the boy whimpered, rubbing at his foot with one hand while on the other a puppet designed to look like a butler produced a cloth.
"There there young master! That pretty young thing clearly didn't notice you. It's not her fault you're going to have to catch the bus if you intend to make it on time."
"Ah! But April, I don't have change for the bus," the young man said to the puppet on his own hand. "Oh no, my father will be so terribly disappointed."
"Ohhhh! My anemia!" Nabiki wailed, putting the back of her hand to her forehead. She tilted her head over and fixed the... very handsome young man with her best steamy gaze and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Yum.
“Ah, young lady my apologies for not checking on you earlier." The stranger pulled himself over surprisingly quickly for having a hurt ankle. "It was extremely rude of me not to consider your state of being as well. My name is Kinnosuke Kashao, it is a pleasure to meet you Miss...?"
"Nabiki Tendo," she answered in a slightly more... giggly tone than normal. "Oh my, good sir. Did I hear you say that your ankle was hurt? Then allow me to make it feel better."
"Ah, now that is not necessary Miss. I am sure that father will understand my lateness if it was for the sake of a pretty - woah!"
Too late. She'd gone for the ankle like a professional fighter. Except her intention was not to twist it or use it as a takedown. No, no, Nabiki was rubbing it. Kissing it. Holding it against her chest to make it feel better. In fact, not just better. Something about this guy was ringing, like, all of her bells.
"There, all better," Nabiki giggled, and easily slipped up right next to this stranger. Resting her head on his chest. "So Kinnosuke - May I call you Kinnosuke? - What are you up to later on? Would you like to... Spend a little time together with me?"
“Ahh.. we-well I was planning to return home. But I guess I may as well spend some time with you young lady. Ah, I must confess to not being experienced in such matters though, what sort of place would you like to visit madam?” His voice was almost immaculate, though it was clear that he had been flustered by her actions.
"Hey, isn't that Nabiki Tendo?" she heard from a little ways back. "Oh man... looks like she's got her hooks in some other poor sap."
"Mind what you say! She might hear you! Hell, let's get out of here before she sees our faces!"
Nabiki blinked and came back to herself all of a sudden. Ah... What was she doing just now? Sure, this guy was definitely calling out to her libido but it wasn't like her at all to just... hang off of someone like this. She was more the kind of woman to let the man crawl on their hands and knees to her, not throw herself at him! And definitely not with the giggly schoolgirl routine she'd been going through just now!
"Ah, it seems your makeup has smudged my suit... You don't mind paying for the -" Kinnosuke began, but Nabiki interrupted him.
"Sorry, just remembered something important I had to take care of!" Nabiki interrupted. Then she hurried off, stopped for a moment, then said "Consider my healing treatment the bill paid for your smudged suit!" Then continued on her way.
Okay. This had her more frazzled than she'd realised. Head back home? No. Nope. No. Uh uh. Ranma was there. Ranma Saotome. There was a reason he had four martial arts babes after him, and it wasn't because he ran off at the mouth or had a cute girl cursed form. It was because he was every bit as cute in boy form as he was in girl, just in different ways. Nabiki wasn't blind. She had working eyes. She knew full well that he was a hunk. He just wasn't the kind of hunk that got her motor going.
Usually. Right now was a whole other matter entirely. She didn't quite trust herself around him. She'd do or say something that he'd hold over her head forever and she'd never be able to blackmail or extort him again. Which was a terrible relationship to have with a brother in law. At least so far as she was concerned.
The cat cafe? No. Mousse worked there. Even with his glasses on there was something about him she could consciously recognise as charming. Which left one safe option for her.
"Welcome to Uchan's! Oh, hello Nabiki."
It was calculated. It was sublime. It was the perfect ploy. Sure, Ukyo looked like a typically bishonen boy if you didn't know she was a girl, but once you knew that it was pretty damned hard to unsee. Nabiki felt that she could relax here. She would be safe. She could come here, sell some pictures of boy form Ranma she happened to have on her and forget all about that stupid dogi. Which Ukyo was wearing right at that very moment.
"Ukyo, what is that you're wearing?" Nabiki dumbly asked, staring straight ahead at the source of her misery. The bane of her existence. Her nemesis. Her tormentor. Her addiction.
"Oh, this?" Ukyo said. The girl was pulling and tugging at it. To no avail. "It's some kinda magic dogi. Akane asked me to look after it, but it's giving me all sorts of hassle. I can't get the blasted thing off!"
Why did she want to get it off did she not understand how lucky she was or how Nabiki would give almost anything to have it on her again that lucky bitch shouldn't sound so ungrateful...
Nabiki shook her head before that run on sentence became a marathon. "I suppose it makes sense that magical clothes want to be worn," Nabiki said. "And I suppose you can't exactly cook while wearing it. Might get dirty. Akane wouldn't like that."
"Thank you, Miss Stating the Obvious," Ukyo replied. "Ugh, sorry! I'm just a little frustrated. You know that cooking is my passion and inheritance, and while I get that the little guy doesn’t want to be alone it is really annoying.” She mumbled, tugging another time on the dogi, though only half-heartedly.
"It probably doesn't help that the dogi is a little bit perverted..." Nabiki mused, volunteering that information solely because... Because it would make Ukyo want to get rid of it even more desperately than she did already. Nabiki wet her lips. The heat in her loins was flaring up something fierce. She wanted to kick these baggy trousers off
“Yes I know, it has been poking.. Spots that it absolutely shouldn’t have! I feel kind of funny, come to think of it..." Nabiki was almost surprised that the chef hadn’t tried to take the dogi off by force, only almost though. With the way it had been affecting her, she didn’t want to know what it could do while being worn.
A smile fell upon Ukyo's face there for a half second, but she shook it off. "Anyway, this thing doesn't seem to want me to take it off for some reason. Do you mind?"
Nabiki felt a strange flutter in her belly at the question. It was clear to her what Ukyo meant. She wanted to get the thing off and since it wanted to be worn... Well, it was only natural that the only other girl in the room that could wear it ought to wear it. Right? Right. That was... logical. Except it would also be giving into her addiction, which Nabiki's pride wouldn't let her -
"I'll pay you to take it off my hands for a little while," Ukyo said.
"Sold!" Nabiki immediately replied. Aha! This wasn't giving into her lust. It was giving into her greed! Yes, that was more acceptable to Nabiki. Give in to her greed! In a heartbeat her trousers hit the floor and she stepped out of them, then tossed her jumper off towards who cares where, leaving her standing there in her underwear, revealing her much improved body uncaring that there was a window into the restaurant so that people walking by could see inside.
"Woah, what happened to you?" Ukyo gasped.
"Come on big boy." Nabiki crooked her finger. "Why don't you let Ukyo get some cooking done, while you and me get something else cooking."
The dogi shuddered, causing Ukyo to stifle a whimpering moan and Nabiki had felt the odd sensation of being evaluated by something without eyes. One end of the dogi’s belts rose into the air and made a sort of rubbing motion across Ukyo’s chest. It seemed to be something along the lines of rubbing one’s chin in indecision. For her part Ukyo had to grip the side of the counter to stay upright.
“Oh, getting picky now?” Nabiki turned her head, sniffing as if she were about to cry. “Am I not good enough?” As she said that, she grabbed the nearest chair and quickly put one leg on it. With this new pose, her bust and butt were pushed out, straining heavily against her underwear. Ah, she would have to buy new clothes sooner or later.
No matter, she had to concentrate on the important things. The more immediate things. Like the money she was going to get when she took that dogi back.
“Are you saying that I am not pretty enough? Or that you couldn’t improve what what you did any more?” She paused, raising one hand to her chin, in the process pushing against her sizable breasts. “Well I guess if you have reached your limits when it comes to my sexyness, it cannot be helped. It isn’t like I could become any hotter even if you tried as hard as possible.”
"Huh?" Ukyo asked. "Wait, what does that me-eaaaaaan!"
She screamed in shock there at the end as the dogi seemed to flow right off her body and onto Nabiki, who welcomed it onto herself with arms stretched wide open. Bliss. This was... bliss. It was as though all her attempts to resist this outcome were stretching out a rubber band, and at last that rubber band was allowed to relax. All the tension came out of it, and out of her. It clung to her body like a second skin and - Oh! Snuggled into her like an affectionate pet cat.
"That'll be a thousand yen for services rendered," Nabiki said. "Excuse me, I'll come back for it later I have some things to -"
Alas she was stopped before she could leave. A spatula lay in her way. Ukyo was staring at her with fearsome determination and - My, my! Quite the improved bod.
"A little late to ask for a refund..." Nabiki mused.
"Hold on a second," Ukyo said. "I wanted you to take it off me, not take it away. It hit me just now, you know. Akane asked me to look after it. Not you. There had to be a reason for that."
"Oh?" Nabiki asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Or maybe, now that it's not on you, it's become quite apparent how good it feels to be wearing this wonderful dogi."
Ukyo bit her lip. Which made it quite obvious how she really felt on the matter. Nonetheless! The chef didn’t look like she was going to let her go peacefully, which could be rather worrying in all honesty. Still, Nabiki was far from easily stopped, even when faced by someone dangerous, and right now she felt like there were a few options accessible to her that were not possible a minute ago.
- This fight can only end one way: Sloppy makeout between the two girls.
- The fight is interrupted when Ranma arrives to ask Ukyo for advice.
- Meanwhile, Akane is setting about seducing Ranma.
- The dogi is starting to improve Nabiki’s body even further.
- Shampoo has an encounter with the new and improved Akane.
- Something else
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