Story: Tunnel of Lust Love

At the rate things were going, Ranma was about thirty seconds away from realizing exactly what he was doing. That he was balls deep in Akane, happier than he'd ever been, holding her naked body close to his and in dangerous territory. Why, she might even work out that he liked her! "Cuuuuute!" he burbled semi-intelligently while stroking her hip. "Soooo cuuuute!"

Needless to say, but that was an intolerable situation for the both of them. Why, if they realized they were extremely into each other, that could result in marriage. Would would mean children, it would mean responsibility, it would mean being open with one another. Vulnerable. Giving each other the opportunity to tease one another's weak points. It was the same thing as lowering your guard, something any martial artist would only do with great reluctance.

On the other hand it would mean a lot more sex. Swings, roundabouts, et al.

As for Ryoga and Ukyo? Well, to be honest they didn't actually like each other very much. In fact, their relationship was what Ranma and Akane's seemed like if you only looked skin deep. She thought he was an idiot. He thought she was a bitch. Simple as that. Their goals happened to mutually align, and that was all. The two of them had fallen first, and fallen hard, and just so happened to fall into each other. Well why not? They didn't like each other, but the two of them were really fucking hot. No reason not to, right? Well, they too were on the cusp of realising exactly what they were doing, and with whom, which could only have led to a messy argument.

Fortunately, that pair of realizations would be put off a little longer as the ghosts made their move. A pair of them started to drift over the copulating quartet carrying a pair of bottles in their ghostly hands.

"Gee, we'd better be careful," one of them said quite loudly to the other. "If anyone finds out we're carrying <b>curse repelling water</b> they might try to steal it from us so they can take a swig!"

"That's right!" the other ghost said for no apparent reason. "If anyone found out we had this <b>curse repelling water</i>, especially those <b>under a Jusenkyo curse</b> they might try to steal it from us."

The other ghost sighed a little. "Way to over egg the pudding, now they won't believe - "

"Gimme!'' Both Ranma and Ryoga yelled, grabbing the bottles from the ghost with one hand, while each of them was keeping another on the body of the woman they were busy rutting. However gone they might be under the insidious spell of lust, their desire for a cure to their curse was enough to draw their complete and total attention."

"Wow, those two are really stupid," that first ghost said to the other.

"Yeah, I know, why do you think I went all out for it."

They had been quite careful in at least one sense, it must be said. One had deliberately flown nearer to Ranma, the other nearer Ryoga. After all, those weren't actually the same drinks. The two of them took one look at these drinks and downed them in a single go. A bit too eager for cures, weren't they? Inviting in magic like that into their bodies? To be fair these two weren't exactly the brightest sparks going.

"Never gonna be a girl again," Ranma chanted to himself. His thrusting into Akane taking a much deeper tone. "Gonna be able to fuck Akane all night long, anytime, anywhere! No way that tomboy chick's gonna say no!"

If only that were the case, Ranma. His masculine body was already undergoing a familiar transformation. Hard muscles becoming softer, dropping about a head in height. His jawline shrinking, chest swelling up and hips flaring out. Transforming from boy to girl... Except, well, there was one significant change here. Namely, Ranma had kept his dick. His manhood was not gone into the ether, only to return with a splash of hot water. It had stayed. It had grown. And with it, renewed lust from this super hot, super cute futa.

"I'll be free of the pig at last!" Ryoga cackled while mounting Ukyo from behind. This declaration, at least, seemed to be true at first glance. If gender is a sliding scale then he was going in quite the opposite way to Ranma. Rather than becoming more feminine, he was becoming more masculine than he already was. His body was already a slab of muscle, but now it was growing more pronounced. His physique was growing into one that could enter world bodybuilding contests and rank among the top five, if not outright win, every time without fail. He was growing taller, his penis becoming a true monster as it swelled and grew inside Ukyo, filling her even more and pushing her into the realm of nearly breaking from the intense pleasant pressure building inside her.

So, now we have sexy futa Ranma busily railing Akane, while hyper-masculine Ryoga was ploughing Ukyo. Do you really think that would be enough? Do you think that would keep the ghosts satisfied? No, of course not. Another pair flew by, another potion in their hands as they drifted by the girls.

"Careful, don't drop that <b>breast improvement potion</b>!" one of them loudly said.

"Only so long as you don't spill that <b>sex appeal enhancer!</b>" the other yelled back. "Oh gosh, I can't believe this is actually going to - Yep, there they go!"

"Gimme!"

Akane and Ukyo pushed over their man and grabbed at the potions without any seeming care. They guzzled it down, they slurped it up, they welcomed the magic inside themselves and at least this time, the ghosts were being entirely honest about what they were carrying. The insecurities that both of them felt compelling them to take action that was, frankly, irrational. They upended the vials into their mouths and swallowed it quickly, and the magic took no time at all to begin having its effect on them.

"Hey, look here dummy!" Akane said, feeling the effect already. She put her hands over her breasts and squeezed them, groping herself while riding the hot futa dick with renewed gusto and vigor. "You're always calling me flat chested, but how about now? How do they look? Are they flat, or not?"

They weren't ever actually flat, of course. Not since Ranma knew her at any rate. That insecurity was playing up again, she always compared herself to those around her and found herself wanting. Be it Kasumi, or Ranma's cursed form, or Shampoo or Ukyo - Akane wanted to measure up in terms of beauty, femininity, strength and kept on finding herself lacking in at least one area. She watned to be a strong martial artist, but she also wanted to be a woman! Not a tomboy, but a feminine beautiful strong woman! What was wrong with that? What was wrong with making the guy you were arranged to marry think you were pretty sexy?

Ah, careful there, she was on the verge of realising what she was doing with that remark. Luckily she got distracted by the fact that Ranma's boobs were also bigger than they had been a moment ago. They were a size larger and still growing!

"Not fair!" Akane whined, taking her hands off her own chest so she could squeeze Ranma's. "Not fair! Why are yours always so much bigger than mine!"

"Hehehe, once a tomboy, always a tomboy!" Ranma burbled, taking the chance to grope Akane's boobs himself. "No way can these compare to me! You're soooo uncute! Even when I'm dicking you into ahegao, there's - mmmm- nothing sexy about you <i>at all</i>."

"I'll show you who has nothing sexy about them!" And so, the argument renewed again, this time using their bodies instead of their mouths.

As for Ukyo, she was riding Ryoga reverse cowgirl style, watching Ranma and Akane rut and licking her chops in anticipation. Want some of that. Want some of that hard futa dick on that soft female bod. Her insecurities were a bit differently aimed than Akane's. For ten years, she'd not behaved like a woman. At all. She'd pretended to be a boy. Cast her femininity aside. Until! Ranma called her cute! Then it all came pouring back! Ah, she had so much to catch up on! Ah, she had so many habits to break! A lot of it came naturally, but Ranma - that jackass - kept on treating her like a boy!

With greater sex appeal, she'd overcome that barrier. That was her aim! That was her goal! Her boobs were getting bigger, hehehe, though not as fast as either Ranma or Akane's boobs. Nope! But she was making up for that with her hips and butt! They were getting bigger too! Swelling and growing into big juicy melons. Bongos following her around wherever she went, practically begging for a passing man to take the flat of his hand and drum out a quick beat.

Of course, the fact that she was currently atop Ryoga hadn't registered in her brain fully quite yet, she was kind of busy imagining it was Ranma. Not that she would stop now if she did figure it out, because the way this dick was filling her was more satisfying than even okonomiyaki. Not praise she doles out lightly! Oh! And now he was taking the chance to drum out a beat now. Boom-da-da boom boom, boom-da-da boom boom...

Now all four, on the cusp of reaching a balance between falling to lust and self awareness, were falling once again into a bottomless chasm of lust. Was there any escape for the four of them now? With their bodies changing, and common sense fleeing from them at full pace, could anything hope to save them from the depths of their passion?

If you're asking that question, your sense of pattern recognition is probably on the fritz.