Story: Kasumi's Titnosis

 

 Quite the strenge scene was unfolding here, in Nabiki's bedroom. On her bed Kodachi Kuno was staring directly ahead, making grabby hand motions as if in desperate need, while Nabiki had her top off and was dribbling honey all over her chest. Rubbing the sweet concoction in while the insane gymnast was unable to do anything but sit there, licking her lips, desperate for a taste she could never, ever have.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Nabiki asked. "Sneaking into another's home is...?"

"Wrong!" Kodachi immediately spat out. "It's wrong and naughty and I should never, ever do it. Please! I beg of you, let me lick that honey from your tits!"

Such cruelty was truly unspeakable, to torment her with this glimpse of heaven and yet not permit her the opportunity to remove her rear from Nabiki's bed. She tried to use her feet to grab at Nabiki's leg, tried to use her pillow cover to lasso her in - but alas, Nabiki had perfectly calculated the distance she needed to stand to ensure Kodachi could not reach her no matter what she tried. Honestly, Nabiki was enjoying this power over Kodachi. Considering in most other circumstances the gymnast could fold her in half like a cheap accordion.

However, Kasumi's commands were still deeply embedded in her mind. Much as Nabiki's face had been embedded in her tits when they were given. As such, she could only take this punishment so far before the compulsion to help Kodachi out, assist her in becoming a better person, took a sharp hold of her mind. Already she could feel its pull tightening like a vice.

Instead of fighting it, like others might, Nabiki instead embraced it with open arms.

"Girls with personality problems don't get a taste," Nabiki said, leaning forward and making her tits sway to and fro like a pair of pendulums. Honey seemed poised to drip from her tits - but instead the drop seemed to almost push itself back up, as if it didn't want to let go. "And oh, Kodachi-baby, you have a lot of personality problems."

"S-Says the girl known for blackmailing any boy who shows any romantic interest in her!" Kodachi snapped back.

"Yeah, but I have boys interested in me," Nabiki countered. "My reputation is known, and they still flock to me in droves. But you? You're pretty, you're richer than me, you have legs that were crafted by the Gods, and your flexible body should make men flock to you in droves. How many love letters have you gotten in your time, Kodachi-baby?"

Kodachi winced, as Nabiki had jumped right onto a sore spot. Still, she had her excuses.

"You attend a co-ed school! Mine is girls only!"

A good argument, but - "And none of your classmates have boyfriends?"

Kodachi snarled. Well, most of her face snarled. Her eyes were a little too focused on hypnotits to properly have the right 'death, death, murder, kill' effect in the eyes. No fire, the passion was misplaced, the killing intent lacking. Now that they had established Kodachi had personality problems that needed to be fixed, they could move on to actually fixing those problems.

"First things first," Nabiki said. "Ranma is not interested. Never way. He is my little sister's boy/girlfriend. You should give up on him and look for love somewhere else."

"Nnnnrgh, no! Never!" Kodachi seethed and writhed, yet licked her lips and tried desperately to reach for the swinging honey glazed jugs. "N-never give up on Ranma-sama! E-Even for those perfect, delicious tits!"

There was only one response to that. Nabiki shrugged - and then turned her back, instantly making Kodachi whine like a needy bitch. "Say it," Nabiki commanded. "Then you can see them again."

Kodachi fought it. Really now, she did. Nabiki simply stood there cooly inspecting her fingernails, counting down from ten in her head. All it would take was a little more time, before -

"Fine! Ranma - sama isn't interested in me at all! It's a one sided love, and I've known it all along! That's why I don't bother him nearly as much as the other girls - but you can't possibly blame a girl for dreaming, can you?"

"Only when it gets to unhealthy conduct that threatens my family," Nabiki said, turning around again, and resuming the gentle pendulum like swinging. Kodachi visibly relaxed, a content smile overtaking her face as she went even deeper than before for Nabiki's hypnotits. "Now, I'm not going to leave you in the lurch. I'm going to help you get set up with a nice hunky boyfriend - that isn't my future brother in law. Now, tell me a bit about what you like about that idiot."

"He's handsome he's rugged he's rough around the edges he's brave he's genuinely charming he's -"

"The exact opposite of your brother by any meaningful metric," Nabiki interrupted the run on sentence. "Can't fault your tastes there. Given the choice I'd definitely bang Ranma any day of the week. He's still kind of an idiot, but at least has more self awareness than dear Tatewaki."

No doubt about that. What kind of braindead idiot would ever find someone like Tatewaki Kuno's false charm and forced machismo appealing?

Elsewhere, a cheerleader sitting in her bedroom sneezed, and then resumed sighing over her lifesize poster of the Blue Thunder of Furinkan.

"Well, now that I know of your taste, we should have no problem at all in setting you up with a slightly dumb, slightly self aware, rough and handsome martial artist who is not currently in a relationship, and especially isn't engaged to my little sister," Nabiki said. Yes, she nodded to herself on completing that thought. It shouldn't be too hard to find someone that fits the bill. "And with your lithe, gymnast's body, you'll surely..."

Hrm. Nabiki looked Kodachi over a bit more closely. She was a slender, tall creature, whose physique truly was fitting when it came to gymnastics. That had its own appeal, many men would appreciate how limber and flexible she was. But, biting her lip, she had to admit there was one definite, unmistakable flaw that she had.

Her boobs.

On that kind of frame they sort of worked - but they were frankly tiny. Nabiki knew intellectually that Kodachi wouldn't have much difficulty using that body to entice a man, if she only sorted out her behaviour. But after seeing the glorious mammaries on Kasumi’s frame and feeling them on her own body.. these just seemed inadequate to her.

Which meant there was only one possible way that Nabiki <i>could</i> help Kodachi out. One possible way, and one alone. It would negate all of her personality problems. It would let her seduce any man she wanted - So long as they were not already in a relationship, she'd have to be very careful to instill that heavily into this girl.

And then, on top of that... Kodachi could even use her new tits to help others with their issues. The same way Nabiki was now having to help people with theirs. The thought made her tits tingle with anticipation. Yes. It made sense. It was perfect. It was sublime. It was <b>right</b>. And on top of that? There was literally no good rational reason for her to not do this. So long as she made sure that Kodachi used this power... responsibly. Like Nabiki was doing.

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This was probably a bad idea. Maybe. Possibly. However, her encounter with Ukyo had made it clear that Kasumi needed a fuller and more comprehensive understanding of exactly what titnosis was capable of. If merely walking into someone by mistake could put them in a trance like that, then - she had to know. She had to understand the limits. Therefore, she was pouring over the text yet again in an attempt to discover the limits of this technique.

The big problem was that there didn't seem to be any limits. With a little imagination you could do almost anything to someone under a deep enough trance. Change their bodies, twist their minds, make them think and feel or appear like anything you want. You couldn't even say that the sky was the limit here, if you could think of it then you could probably manage it.

What Kasumi hadn't noticed was that, while reading, she'd taken off the top part of her dress and started to use her spare hand to massage her tits. A pleasurable sensation, no doubt, but an automatic one, as if the idea was put in her head while reading. Not on purpose, don't misunderstand - more like... The thought of how much power was being held in these mounds of flesh was making her touch them on reflex, reminding herself of what she had obtained. For someone like Kasumi, who was content with a peaceful life, this kind of ability was beyond anything that she wanted.

Although a traitorous thought once again popped into her head. What if she could use it to cure Jusenkyo curses? What if she used it to do what she'd made Nabiki do? Help people! Assist them! Don't use it selfishly, use it selflessly. So many of the people in your life, in the life of your sister and fiance, they're all in need of something they cannot have. Help them get over it. Help them get it. Just help them.

The temptation was <i>strong</i>. So strong it made her knees weak. Cure Uncle Saotome's panda form. Cure Shampoo's cat form. Make Happosai less of a pervert (using ironically enough a quite perverted method), cure Ryoga's sense of direction, help Doctor Tofu cure some of his more difficult patients.

"Oh... Ohhhhh!" Kasumi moaned, letting the book slip from her fingers as she thought of the good Doctor. For some reason thinking of him made a strong tingle pass directly through her chest, into her spin and all the way down, back up, and into her nipples. "Nnngh! I could - I could become a part time tutor for t-troubled students and - and help them gain passing grades," she suggested to herself aloud. "Give them hope. Give them direction. Give them something to work for."

She collapsed onto her bed, tits up in the air, rolling her nipples in between her fingers. Pinching them, teasing them, as ways she could help people passed unbidden through her mind. Would that be so wrong? To offer her services? To put up on a plate something they wanted, and let them be hypnotised by her tits of their own volition? Their own will? Wouldn't it be cruel to do nothing?

In a sense it would. Is it not often remarked that the only thing needed for evil to triumph is for the good to do nothing? If she allowed suffering to happen around her because she was too squeamish to use this ability then wasn't that a selfish thought? Kasumi Tendo had worked hard all of her life to look after people. Put her own needs behind theirs. Couldn't she do that as well to help people out?

Put it like that and...A strange smile fell upon Kasumi's pretty features. Maybe she should at least look into it. Figure out ways she could hypothetically help people more effectively. Open up her options a little - after all, what could be the harm?