It might seem that Nodoka was taking this 'curse' business quite well. Her long lost son, who she had hoped to become a man among men, suddenly turning out to be a woman? That's quite the deviation from the intended plan. Even with seeing three beautiful young women obviously into him would be enough to make one concerned, right?
Yet there she was, pouring the hot water out over Ranma's head with bated breath. She watched keenly as he changed before her very eyes into... quite the handsome young man. Well, okay then. Alright. She could work with this. Maybe the curse was deliberately selected in a way that makes the cursed victim suffer more. Yes, that worked. Obviously a really manly young man like her son would be devastated at being forced to turn into a cute busty girl with a splash of cold water. That made sense. Therefore it must be true.
Ladies and gentlemen I present above a glimpse into the psychology of fanon.
"So yeah, this curse is a thing I have to deal with," Ranma said. He seemed a little nervous. Not exactly manly, but... "Uh... Should I call you 'mother' or 'mom'? I'm kind of new to this, you know?"
"Mother shall do for now," Nodoka said, wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, Ranma. Look at you! All grown up."
"The curse doesn't bother you?"
"Not especially," Nodoka smiled. "Compared to a certain other transformation I've experienced this one seems positively mund-"
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. The eldest of the sisters suddenly strode into the room wearing a rather flimsy looking sundress over her ridiculously curvaceous body. She was carrying a tray piled high with treats and two glasses of milk which, Nodoka couldn't help but notice, were lined up such that the very tops of them aligned with where her nipples were. Not maybe where they were. As in, she could plainly see the protrusion being caused by large erect nipples underneath that dress. She probably wasn't wearing a bra.
It brought back memories of that one time she and Genma went on a Beach date, and Happosai dragged Soun and Hinako there. It ended with Hinako draining a mob of perverted men. She had been wearing a similar sun dress at the time, except that one fit her more mature body better than the one her daughter currently was wearing.
"Pardon me for interrupting, but I thought you might be hungry," Kasumi said, bending over to drop the tray in between the two of them. In such a way that her butt thrust out right into Ranma's face. The poor thing tried very hard to not look directly at it, but it was rather like trying to learn to fly by jumping off the ground. Gravity is going to draw you in, and that booty had enough mass to it that it must have a fair amount of gravity. "And maybe a little thirsty as well."
"Thank you Kasumi," Nodoka smiled at the young woman who was clearly smitten with her son. "That is most kind of you."
"Any time, mother. If you need anything please call."
Mother, was it? Oh dear. Oh <i>dear</i>. That got her feeling a little wobbly - but no! No, no. She was not going to faint. Not again. Even if the idea of Ranma marrying one of Hinako's brood made her blood... Not quite boiling exactly but not too far away from it.
That was the rub. Ranma had attracted three beautiful young women. But they were <b>her</b> daughters, and had inherited her madness! Look at Kasumi, for example! Her normal body was perfectly fine the way that she was. This transformed body was like something out of a hentai. Not that she read hentai. Anymore. Look it was just that once last year when she was wondering what sort of things the youngsters were into these days, she hadn't known what it was. And sure, she'd read through all of it before putting it down but that didn't mean anything honest.
Ahem! She'd gotten a little off track there. The point was: That curvy figure was ludicrous and blatantly caused by magic. She'd be a perfectly good wife for someone if she kept her <i>normal</i> body and didn't become super-milf on a whim.
"Note to self... commission an artist to write super-milf..." Nodoka mumbled to herself.
"Huh? You say something mom?" Ranma asked.
"Oh, no dear. Just thinking to myself," Nodoka beamed. "So, did your father treat you well? Please tell me about yourself. We have so much catching up to do."
"Eh? Well, there's not much to say..." Ranma said while twiddling his thumbs. "I'm a pretty good martial artist, Ma- err, Mother.”
“Oh yes, I think that runs in the family a bit, right Hinako?” Nodoka said, wishing she had her naginata on her. She was never very good with the sword.
Hinako looked up from her book, “Oh yes! Good to see you back Nodoka.”
Threat delivered Nodoka turned back to her son, and asked a rather important question; "Do you get into a lot of fights?"
"Uh... A little bit?"
"Do you <i>win</I>?"
A broad smile broke out across his handsome face. Oh, my. He must be a real lady killer with a grin like that. Well, she was hardly an objective viewpoint on the matter.
"I always win."
Nodoka returned his smile with one of her own, beaming with pride. "I'll have to watch one of those fights sometime, my son."
"Yaaay Ranma!"
The smile on Nodoka's face froze and she turned her head slowly, slowly to the right. The middle of Hinako's brood. Curiously this one seemed to shrink and become more energetic. Still more busty, bust... smaller in stature otherwise. For some reason she was doing alternating knee lifts.
"He's soooo cool when he's kicking butt!" Nabiki yelled with tremendous, infectious enthusiasm. "Yay! He's super athletic and dreamy and handsome and cool -"
"You already said 'cool'," Hinako calmly replied without looking up from her book. "Nabiki, you only put on the cheerleader costume when you're trying to manipulate someone. You're not trying to manipulate Nodoka or Ranma now, are you?"
"No mother!" Nabiki stopped and pouted innocently at the bane of Nodoka's existence. "I'm just trying to tell Ranma's mama how awesomesauce he is!"
"Awesomesauce is not a word..." Hinako said. "Please let them catch up on their own. I can hear Nodoka's eye twitching without even looking."
"Aww, but I wanna flirt with - I mean, I wanna hang out with Ranma some more."
"To your room young lady," Hinako warned. "You can flirt with Ranma later when he isn't having an emotional reunion with his long lost mother."
Huh. It turns out that Hinako was able to act like a mature woman in this form after all. A shame this new form would likely not last much longer. In any event Nabiki stomped off like a petulant brat, but just as she was leaving she cast one last lingering look over her shoulder at Ranma. Who seemed to be pretending not to notice. An aroused shudder and then she was gone.
"On that note," Nodoka coughed. "Do you have any girlfriends?"
“Uhh… maybe? Technically? Depends on how you figure an arranged engageme-”
"Ranma dear, how can you be so cold?"
And now the youngest of the brood was sitting in his lap. Of course she was like the others she was fully transformed into a buxom knockout, though Nodoka rather got the feeling of a more dominant personality from this one.
"Akane, cut that out!"
"Oh but Ranma, however could I stay away from such a manly man?" Akane asked. "You are not at all like those other immature, perverted boys at school. You are the one and only man that has earned that much of my attention."
"Akane, flirt with Ranma after his emotional etcetera," Hinako said. She sounded a little bored at this point.
"Flirt?" Akane asked. "Mother dearest, this was not flirting. No, no. If I were to flirt with Ranma then I would have pushed him down like this."
Which is exactly what the girl did. She pushed Ranma down and stared into his eyes while holding his hands in hers. Ranma stared back like a deer caught in headlights, and do you know something? Nodoka didn't think any less of him for it. Nope. Not a little bit of it. She knew from experience that even the manliest of men would become silent in such a position.
"Then I'd order him to kiss me while forcing his hands down my curvaceous form," Akane continued, and again she did exactly that. "And when he didn't move to kiss me I would bite his lip until he complied, and then - "
By this point Hinako had got out of her seat, put down her book and grabbed hold of Akane's ear, dragging the girl out of the room. "Mother, unhand me! I must show you what I mean by flirting in a modern context!"
"Flirting is the same in each generation, no matter how much each new generation thinks it is different," Hinako admonished.
“Son, is that how they normally act?” Nodoka asked. Ranma sat up and stared into space for a good few seconds there. "Son? Is this how they normally act?" Nodoka repeated a little louder.
“Err, I dunno. I’ve been here for just two days," Ranma mumbled to himself.
Two days!? They wanted him that badly after just <b>two days!?</b> Then again Hinako had also been shameless around Soun. Even if the man himself had been insanely dense about it. Maybe it was just something in their genes?
"Well, don't worry about it too much," Nodoka said, patting him on the shoulder. "You can come and live with me from now on. Hinako's daughters will surely leave you alone after a while."
"... Well, actually..." Ranma said, nervously tugging on his pigtails. "There is one other thing you should know."
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Have you heard about how imminent danger can cause an adrenaline boost? Either to oneself or one's offspring. Like how a mother can lift a car off of a trapped son or daughter with their bare hands when they might normally have trouble moving a table by themselves. Well, there were hard limits to the boost in energy one can get from such matters, as Genma Saotome was finding out right about now.
"Danger!" read the sign he was holding up with wobbly panda bear paws. "Stop them, or it's my neck!" was being held up with his other paw. It flipped around, showing "Also Ranma's neck." on the other side.
Kasumi leaned down next to him and patted the mostly deflated panda on the head.
"Really now Mister Saotome don't you think you're being a little bit silly?" she asked. "I think you're severely underestimating your wife and son. Do you honestly think she'll make a snap judgment because of a curse?"
Genma growled feeling utterly doomed. Snap judgments were Nodoka's speciality. It's how he persuaded her to marry him, after all.
"Oh relax. It'll all work itself out," Kasumi said. "She's talking with him now. He'll see that Ranma is manly. Very manly. So very, very manly..."
The eldest daughter of his best friend (a point that Genma had to remind himself of no less than ten times during this thought, but I'll spare you, dear reader, of him repeating the point that many times) seemed rather flush all of a sudden. She stopped to take several deep sucking breaths and fanned herself down. "Very manly. So manly. Such a manly young man. Ahem! The point is that Nodoka Saotome will quickly come to see that Ranma is a perfectly fine young man, and then this seppuku nonsense can be put behind us. After which we can resume discussing my inevitable engagement to your son. You see? Everything will work out. Your life is not in any -"
<b>"I'll kill him!"</b> rang out through the house. <b>"My son with one of Hinako's daughters?! What was he thinking! I will not have my grandchildren become energy vampires!"</b>
Silence fell within the kitchen.
"Well, I'm sure she'll change her mind once I'm actually pregnant..." Kasumi mused.
“But Nodoka! We made a contract and everything! I know you value those things because otherwise you wouldn’t be carrying around that sword!”
“Dammit Hinako why do you have that saved?”
Yeah, as if things were going to go that smoothly.
- Nodoka and Soun end up having a conversation about the engagement, while Genma and Hinako end up cooking up a scheme of their own.
- A few days have passed, how is Ranma taking knowing his Mom and dealing with the sisters?
- Back at school, the Principal is plotting something to make his least favorite teacher unhappy.
- The sisters conspire to impress Nodoka. To limited success.
- Something else
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