It's hard to believe just how easily Kasumi normally blends into the background. A pretty, nice girl like her, not getting attention on her? Well, that was simply because the people she lived with were all weirdos. When the most normal person you're living with is either Soun or Nabiki Tendo - Jesus, you live with some outright freaks.
Regardless. Now that she had dealt with Ukyo, Kasumi was determined. Now, she would set about her regular day without allowing herself to get distracted. Granted, that would mean she would have to make other people ignore the fact that her tits had swollen up to be bigger than her head, and that a single glance could cut a person's free will down by a full tenth.
Starting with her own father, as well as Mister Saotome... well, that wasn't exactly a moment she'd cherish. Fortunately, a minute in front of a mirror and she'd been able to scrub it from her brain, while making sure that she knew it wasn't going to be an issue. There! The best of both worlds. Now nothing could get in her way as she went about her housework.
To start with, she brushed the floor. It was a task she'd done meditatively on occasion, as the gentle movements of the broom helped her find her centre, relax and focus. A good way to solve problems. Today, though... the handle kept on squishing her tits. Or getting caught in her cleavage. Pulling it out made this weird almost... plop sound, like pulling a plunger off a wall. The thing was, though... At first she was doing it by accident, but the more of the house that she swept, the more she caught herself doing it. Almost as if the pleasant sensations that she was feeling each and every time were making her... want to do it to herself. Want to bash her tits lightly with the end of the broom handle. Wanted to push it in between her tits. Wanted to feel something phallic and hard up against her body.
But that would be ridiculous. Kasumi Tendo's sole interest in life was taking care of her family. She hadn't dated anyone in quite some time.
Still, it had been necessary to return to her room once she was finished to change her underwear before she moved on to the next task - Dinner preparation. This was her favourite piece of housework. The satisfaction of knowing that others had enjoyed the fruits of her labour, that she was responsible for even a fleeting moment of happiness made her feel quite content.
<i><b>How would they feel if you let them suck on your nipples?</b></i>
That thought was ignored and repressed thoroughly, though obviously the answer was good. Very good, in fact. It would feel fantastic. Especially if she did as she had instructed Nabiki to do, and used her hypnotic tits to help people out. Still, that would be a touch too far to do... on purpose. Or when circumstances didn't force it. Like with Nabiki. Or the two fathers. Going out and flashing herself to people deliberately in an effort to help them was a step too far for her. No matter how good it would feel. No matter how desperate that person might be.
"Oh dear, we're out of eggs," Kasumi tutted, peeking at the place where the eggs should have rightly been. But were not. That gave her an excuse to go outside, with her brand new tits. She could simply make a recipe that didn't involve eggs. But if she ignored the eggs, she'd find that they were out of flour. If she ignored that, they were out of mushrooms. Something in Kasumi was trying to give her any reason to go to the market, regardless of whether it was necessary or not.
Blushing slightly, she adjusted her dress to try and make sure they were as covered up as possible. Alas, due to the elasticity of the dress she was wearing, that wound up causing a little more skin to be revealed than before - though Kasumi hadn't noticed because it had crept back down when she took her first step outside.
"Good morning Miss Marron," she said to their neighbor, who was gaping at her with a wide open mouth. Her eyes very much <b>not</b> focused on Kasumi’s face. "Oh dear... I wish I didn't have to do this, but..."
She looked around, then leaned forward. "Please ignore the fact that I have giant perfect tits that mesmerise the mind. There is nothing strange about them. Do not comment, or judge. You will accept that they were part of a magical curse, and not think anything further on it."
Her neighbor nodded her head slowly in understanding, then managed eye contact at last. "Good morning Kasumi, isn't it a lovely day? Out to the shops? Or visiting that nice, young Doctor Tofu?"
How strange... she felt incredibly warm in the pit of her stomach after that little exchange. "To the shops," she said. "But perhaps I should pay a visit to Doctor Tofu."
She completely missed out on how Miss Marron's face completely fell upon hearing that last part. She didn't know that her visiting the local Doctor was a sign of bad things for the neighborhood. He was infatuated with her to the point that her presence sent him a little bit... daft. Which is a dangerous thing to be when you're a skilled martial artist and shiatsu practitioner.
Still, if anyone around here might know something about this weird titnosis thing, it had to be him. Right? Unconsciously, Kasumi licked her lips and put a little more swagger into her step. You see, Akane wasn't the only one in the household to have an ignored crush.
But yes, she could see it so easily. She went to visit the good Doctor, and let him see her tits. Then he'd start to act like a goof, so she'd use their power to make him take her seriously. Naturally, he'd have to grope and squeeze at them. Using his expert mastery of shiatsu to... make her feel good while he examined them. Yet their magical nature would confound him. Confuse him. Baffle him. So he would have no choice, none at all, but to use his tongue to taste them.
Kasumi smacked her lips and unconsiously groped at her own chest. Of course, there wouldn't be anything lewd about it. Merely a patient visiting their doctor. So long as her family needed her, Kasumi could never, ever do something like romantically pursue the established well off local physician who had an extremely obvious attraction to her. No, no. that would be <i>quite</i> improper.
Fortunately - or unfortunately, if you happen to hard ship Kasumi and Tofu - before Kasumi changed route to visit his office, a familiar voice piped up.
"Where the hell am I now?!"
Ryoga Hibiki. Ranma's main martial arts rival, and a boy that was quite obviously infatuated with Akane. Of course, Kasumi hadn't ever said anything to her little sister. Quite inappropriate. It was up to Ryoga to say how he felt, it wasn't Kasumi's to do anything about it.
Then again, she'd already used her titnosis to help Ukyo get over Ranma. Why not do something similar with Ryoga? Help him move past Akane. Move past his anger at Ranma. In fact, she could even help him overcome his sense of direction. Couldn't she? It wouldn't be hard, surely. He'd certainly thank her for it.
By now you should have a good idea of the insidious nature of titnosis. Even when you have nothing but the very best of intentions, it can easily subvert your thinking without you even noticing it.
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At first Ukyo had been kind of worried. They weren't stopping. They weren't even slowing down. Surely their stamina would run out sooner or later and one of them would tap. Right? Yet they were both so impossibly stubborn, that neither of them was giving an inch.
"Come on, what do you call that?" Akane yelled from her hands and knees while Ranma plowed her from behind. "You call that a dicking? Please!"
"Yeah, well it's hard to get close since your butt is in the way," Ranma yelled, then smacked her butt to emphasise the point.
"Pervert!"
"Violent!"
"Cocky!"
"Uncute!"
"Fuck this is soooo hot," Ukyo whined. By now, an hour in, she was as naked as they were and rubbing her hands around on her tits in big, wide circles. Squeezing them as if she was kneading dough. The pattern had been the same since they had started. The two of them would pick a position, fuck each other into tsunderish ahegao, then almost right away adopt a new position. Cycle, rinse, repeat. Neither of them would yield to the other. Neither of them would give an inch. Neither of them would admit that they were happy with what was happening.
It really did strike her that the two of them had been holding off for a long, long time - and that she'd inadvertently set them off. Like a chain reaction of explosives, or a dam being breached, or two absolute knuckleheads finally giving themselves what they physically desired yet were emotionally unable to reach for.
"Can't cook!"
"Rude and uncouth!"
Ukyo sucked on her own nipple for a good minute there, holy shit this was too good to watch. Ranma's lean body, Akane's cute yet athletic frame... She could watch this for hours and hours and never get bored.
How little she realised, that wasn't going to be a hypothetical.
- Kasumi somehow manages to resist the urge to use titnosis on Ryoga, and retains some level of self control.
- Kasumi gives into temptation and sets about helping Ryoga. This will have absolutely no consequences whatsoever.
- Nabiki teaches Kodachi how to be a good girl.
- So, how does this thing with Ranma and Akane finally end?
- Something else
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