The very best thing for Ranma to do when he was having an issue with Akane was to not be around her. Typically this strategy bore out because he'd said or done something to upset her and she was cross with him, not becuase she was being corrupted by a magical dogi that was making her horny, hot and stupid.
That middle one was really sticking with him, by the way. Akane Tendo? Hot? That tomboy? It goes to show how dangerous this thing was that it could have that kind of effect on her.Turning her all hot and affectionate...
That was not the Akane he knew! It was really weird! Sure, she was uncute, violent, aggressive and clumsy but that was who Akane was! For that reason, he was going to make her come back to herself. Somehow! As soon as he worked out how to undo the dogi's effects!
Alas, that line of thinking went nowhere because Akane yelled "Found you!" grabbed his pigtail and, with surprising strength, dragged Ranma through the street. For a moment he felt a weird sort of relief. This behaviour! This attitude! This was exactly like Akane. Violent, uncouth, sudden, so he didn't actually resist it and more or less went along with it.
Until he saw where they had wound up. Outside a love hotel.
"Yes! This is perfect!" Akane said, flicking back her hair. She beamed down at him. "I'll rock your world so hard, you'll forget about the old me!"
Ah, for hope to be raised and dashed like this, it was too cruel. Of course this situation wouldn't resolve itself so easily. Still, there was something unashamedly cute about seeing Akane like this. Smiling brightly, flushed face, squirming a little in anticipation in her newly lewder body.
Regardless. Ranma could not permit this to continue.
"Hey look, it's my girl form in a string bikini!"
"Where?"
Akane immediately began to scour the streets with her hand shielding her eyes. The same hand that had been holding Ranma's pigtail. Man, she must have it really bad right now - that sort of trick would never normally work on Akane! She'd normally roll her eyes and make a face when it did work on someone during a fight!
Ranma was up on the rooftops in the blink of an eye, rushing away while not looking back. If he did, he would have probably seen her crying... or might have gotten a better look at her new and improved body.
Much as he hated to admit it, that body was kind of sexy. Heck, it might put his girl form to shame. Not a statement he made lightly! Still. There had to be a way to undo this. Some way that he could bring Akane back to herself -
"Oh, of course it rained, why wouldn't it?" Ranma yelled, throwing her arms up in the air in annoyance. Ugh, and it was getting really heavy too. Not much else for it, she slipped back off to the Tendo home, hopping across the rooftops and getting thoroughly drenched in the process.
On arriving, Kasumi greeted her and told her that the bath was already heated up. Which was good. She could change back to normal, and fight off the chill from that rain. Ugh, her shirt was soaked through. Completely plastered to her chest!
So, off she went to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes and leaving them in a pile as she went. Honestly, this problem was proving quite difficult. Solving the issue of Akane Tendo and the enchanted dogi was one thing, but her throwing herself at her every chance that she got, that was quite another.
"Blegh, stupid tomboy, falling for a dumb perverted dogi like that," Ranma groused. She sat on the stool and began to scrub herself down, muttering like that under her breath. "It's the only chance someone like her has of becoming anything like cute."
"Given the choice, I'd rather have you than the dogi, my cute little pigtailed nymph."
A sense of dread filled Ranma when she was hugged from behind, and a pair of large boobs pushed into her back. No way. No way! Why hadn't she sensed Akane's arrival?! Wait, of course. As a martial artist, she was typically focused on 'killing intent'. That is, the intention of a person to inflict harm upon another. Which was quite the opposite of Akane's intention. This was undiluted 'horny intent'. Even Happosai put out a little killing intent when about to do something dirty, so that's how she was able to slip up behind Ranma unnoticed!
"Y-Yeah?!" Ranma yelled, while Akane started to roughly kiss her shoulder. Clumsy as always! "W-well, I want my Ak-Akane back! Cut that out, what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm cleaning you, silly!" Akane said, all innocent and bright. "I mean, what's wrong with that. Teehee, we're both girls right now, and besides we are engaged. It wouldn't be all that weird for us to clean each other's bodies."
She said that as if intending to follow up with 'so that we can dirty each other again.'
Anyway, Ranma tried to stand up, but Akane had a pretty strong grip. The girl had placed a bar of soap in between her boobs, and was using it to sud up Ranma's back. Which would be nice. Except Akane was holding on a little too tightly! While she was going bimbo, she hadn't worn the dogi enough to go all the way, she still had enough of her strength left for this to hurt a lot more than it felt good.
Though it <i>did</i> feel good. Akane's soapy hands were trailing around her stomach, and it felt like there were all kinds of butterflies flying around them. It felt like she was trying to push the air out of his lungs, but her skin still tingled where Akane was touching it.
"I like you," Akane said, kissing Ranma on the cheek. "I like you lots. I liked you lots before I got the dogi, too. It didn't make me like you more. It just... made me more confident and stuff."
This was weird. This was really weird! Akane was holding her close, making her feel those stupid big enchanted boobs up against her back, the transformed tomboy's hands were roughly soaping up her body while the soap in her breasts was running up and down Ranma's back. Ah, this lack of gentleness, if Ranma didn't know better she'd swear this was some kind of martial arts attack!
And yet, this cursed girls body of hers was getting turned on by this! How? Why? Come on, Ranma! Focus! This isn't Akane. It's not the real Akane!
<i>Would it matter if it was?</i>
Of course it mattered!
<i>Would you let the real Akane do this?</i>
Suddenly, before Ranma could even think of the answer, Akane's body was removed and cold water was poured down over her head.
"All done!" Akane chirped. She slid around and sat in Ranma's lap, jabbing her finger into Ranma's chest and circling it around with enough force that it would likely leave a bruise. "Sooo, shall I join you in the bath?"
Ranma opened her mouth and very nearly said 'yes'. Instead she closed it, and shook her head. She was expecting another attack of some kind. Maybe even anticipating it - but to her surprise Akane shrugged, grabbed a towel, and walked out of the room.
"You're giving up that easily?" Ranma asked.
"No," Akane said. She let the towel slip down her body on purpose, giving him a full view of her butt. She then bent over at the waist to retrieve it, and... stayed there. Shifting her weight gently from one foot to the other. "I like you. You like me, too. I can see it in your eyes." Then she snapped up to full height, delayed a bit, looked over her shoulder at him. "So, like, I've decided to be patient."
"You dragged me to a love hotel!"
"I decided it just now," Akane shrugged. "By the way, from now on I'm leaving my window unlocked at night, so if you want to play around, I'm all for it."
Then she left. Ranma swallowed nervously. This... this was going to be more difficult than she first believed. Figuring out a way to turn Akane back while she's being this flirty? Ranma's sanity might not last that long! She was practically crawling her way to the actual bath itself, and when she got in -
"Oh great, I'm hard as a rock," Ranma grumbled. He got out of the bath, sat on the stool, took a deep breath and... "I ain't doing this because of the tomboy. Transformed or not, I'm just a little pent up."
Yet as Ranma whacked one out, the memory of Akane's retreating naked gleaming wet figure wouldn't leave his mind...
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Stress relief. That was the ticket. Work out some, wait until the rain dies down, then head on over to the cat cafe to grill the old ghoul. That was the plan. That was the perfect plan. So, having freshly rubbed one out, Ranma went on down there fully confident that no matter what Akane could do, it couldn't possibly compare to that.
"Hi, Ranma!"
Only to find Akane waiting for him. In her regular old gi. In her regular old gi, that was fitted to her old body. Not her current one. The waist was too slim, yet the hips were too wide which made the trousers seem like one wrong step would make them drop. Her breasts were too big, so when it tied together there was a large gap between the top and the trousers where you could see her navel. Not to mention the underboob. Oh, heaven help him, the underboob.
"What are you doing?" Ranma asked, trying to figure out where he should look and settling on her face. Her pretty, smiling, beaming face.
"Oh, well, since you were going on about how you 'wanted the old Akane back,' I figured I'd start practising martial arts more seriously." She tugged at her belt, and then threw out a punch. "Hiyaa! Come on, come at me!"
Many times before the two of them had sparred. Bluntly, you could rank Akane as maybe an A rank martial artist, while Ranma was an S rank. The wall between them was too high to climb under normal circumstances. In spite of what happened earlier, Ranma was actually much stronger than Akane - when not put off by weird sexiness - way faster, way more skilled, way more coordinated. Just, a better martial artist in literally any way you could measure such a thing. That was even back when they met. Akane simply could not tag Ranma in a spar, and Ranma had some hellish training that made him even faster and stronger since then.
Akane had improved a little, don't misunderstand. By this point, she was maybe about 9/10ths as strong and fast as he was back when they first met, but the wall had grown even larger since that time. Whatever the dogi had taken away from her would absolutely -
Boobs
Ranma barely blocked the incoming hit, which had with a lot more force than he was expecting. Stop it. Focus on her face, don't let her dumb body distract -
Tummy.
This time he caught the kick Akane was aiming for his legs, but she was able to grab his collar and pull the two of them close.
"Are you fighting, or flirting?" Ranma asked. "Cause if you're flirting, I'm out of here."
Then she pulled the dirtiest trick of all. She closed her eyes, and she smiled, the same kind of smile she used the day they first met when she asked if they could be friends. Just like that day, Ranma's heart skipped a beat, and he found himself thrown back against the wall with Akane's body pressed up against his.
"Can't it be both?" Akane asked. Her face was close. Too close! "Dummy, like always."
"Ranma! Akane! Dinner is ready!"
Saved by Kasumi, calling for them for dinner. Akane pulled away, but in his heart Ranma knew. If she hadn't called them just now, then they would have kissed. He was certain of it. Akane started to walk away, so he grabbed her hand and turned her around.
"Hold on, you ain't leaving that easily!" Ranma said. "Come on. What's it gonna take to leave me alone long enough to get you cured?"
"I don't wanna be cured," Akane said. "And I don't wanna leave you alone either... But maybe, if you took me on a date after dinner, maybe then I might go with you to meet the old ghoul tomorrow?"
"Deal!" Ranma said, and shook her hand on it. "No backing out, got it? No funny tricks, or nothing?"
But Akane simply patted him on the cheek. "No dirty tricks," she said. "I mean, I already used them to get what I wanted anyway."
Did... Did he just get outplayed by a near-bimbo? Nah, couldn't be. Even the regular Akane would have trouble coming up with a plan like that!
- Later - the date!
- Nabiki returns home, trying to figure out how to get the dogi from Ukyo
- Nabiki returns home, triumphantly wearing the dogi under her clothes
- Another character arrives at Uchan's
- Something else
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