Story: Akane's Quest

 

 Of all the things to find underneath this mysterious perverted cafe, a church devoted to boobs was definitely not on the cards. Luckily there didn't seem to be anyone around except the two of them, which meant that they had an ideal opportunity for a quick investigation.

"Seems like they worship breasts in this place," Ranma idly remarked, stating the bleeding obvious. Hold on, that sounded like a setup for - "Guess they're like your average teenage boy, huh?"

Akane relaxed a bit. She'd expected a shot at her. "You're not into that sort of thing then?"

"Nah, I'm not too bothered by that sorta thing."

"Really? You're making fun of my chest all the time."

Ranma tilted her head, looking oh so pretty in that maid uniform. Ooh, that really was unfair! "Did that really bother you?" she asked. Oh, now, Akane knew that tone well enough. "Maybe you did come here for a bigger bust after -"

Having had enough of his nonsense for now, Akane grabbed Ranma's cheek and pulled on it. "Finish that sentence and die." She hadn't come here for that. Really. She hadn't. It was an investigation, and as a consequence of that her boobs had grown and swollen to a point where even Kasumi couldn't compare, and what was more she was only now realising the very important fact that she was standing much closer to Ranma than she'd intended, that their enhanced boobs were much, much bigger than they usually were, and they were squishing into each other and she'd put her face right next to Ranma's to warn her off, ostensibly so she didn't speak too loudly and draw attention to them... but at the same time it was well within kissing range.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Go ahead, a voice in her brain whispered away. Kiss Ranma. Stick your tongue in that pretty little mouth. You want Ranma to acknowledge that you're a pretty young woman. So push her up against that wall. Kiss her. Kiss her long. Kiss her hard. Push your boobs into one another. It already feels good. Then get the uniform out of the way. It would feel even better. Remember what it was like in the hidden area under the school? With all those Ranmas flirting with you. You can have it again. You can have it for real. You can have it for real this time. You can have it served up on a silver platter and all you have to do is tilt your head down a few degress and let what comes naturally, happen, as easily as falling from a tree...

Instead of giving into that weird urge, Akane stepped back. Flushed of face, aware of her heart pound, pound, pounding in her chest <s>like she wanted boy form Ranma to pound her</s>. Stop that, you're not usually so - so <i>horny</i>. It's this place. It's this spell that's been put on your boobs. It's making you into a pervert!

Or maybe it's because Ranma makes a super cute maid! Look at her! She's adorable! Akane had to resist the urge to cradle her head and pet her at the same time that she was resisting the urge to <b>fuck her raw</b> and <b>play with her boobs, suck on them, grope them, stick your head into her cleavage and go to sleep in that creamy inviting valley.</b>

As for Ranma, she simply rubbed at her cheek and went "Uncute." Then sniffed, and seemed totally oblivious to her boobs suddenly going boing boing boing inside her straining uniform. It really was a good thing the spell somehow worked on their clothes too. Otherwise Ranma would have ripped those right off her body. Leaving her upper half nnnnnnnaked. Her breasts were already sublime before she started working here, but now they would be... ahhh... bigger. What did they look like without that uniform? How did Akane's look, for that matter? They really should compare them as soon as possible.

Oh! Oh, but now something interesting was happening to Ranma's chest. Her boobs were bouncing around. Jiggling away underneath the uniform. Ranma herself was studiously not looking directly at Akane for whatever reason. Instead she was more looking around this church...

This church! Right! That's what they were doing! Of course, of course, Akane had simply been distracted by the overwhelming urge to run her tongue from Ranma's ankle to the nape of her neck in a single fluid unbroken motion, and had forgotten that they were here to investigate the weird things going on in this church! That's right, girl, don't get distracted by such a ludicrously perverted thought, right now you were behind enemy lines. You needed to focus, you needed to concentrate, you needed to get on with what you were here to do.

You could lick Ranma all you wanted at home later on.

Wait, no, she didn't want to lick Ranma. <s>She needed to lick Ranma</s> Ahhh! Stop making her think dirty things about that knucklehead! You need to concentrate, girl! It's not like they're going to leave their plans lying around for just anyone to find, you need to figure out some clues before someone finds you!

"Hey, I found something!" Ranma said. And so she had. A book of some sort. "Our evil plan in a nutshell."

Once Akane had picked herself up off the floor, she hopped over to where Ranma was, peering over her shoulder and... realising that this was quite a difficult thing to do when your boobs were this big and sensitive. Wow, she couldn't wait to see what her wardrobe looked like now, it must be absolutely absurd if everything still fit her the same as it did before. It also didn't help that Ranma smells really, really nice. Akane wound up letting her chin settle upon Ranma's shoulder, her cheek nuzzling into Ranma's. Felt nice. Felt safe. Felt... Very nice. Her arms wrapped around Ranma's waist, and her eyes grew lidded as Ranma read from the book, with her leaning back into Akane and starting to affectionately rub her cheek into... Nice...

"Step one, advertise for our cute maid cafe. Emphasise our ability to help flat chested girls grow so they can seduce the guy/girl they like. Super effective on you, huh Akane?"

"Keep reading, jerk." There was no venom in Akane's tone though, not this time. She felt the by now familiar thrumming of her heart as her bust increased, and her clinch around Ranma's waist reflexively tightened, pulling the cute girl into her even more.

"Step two, use a spell to feed on their adoration for the one they like to power their bust increase. The more they think about the one they like and why they like them, the bigger their boobs will get. You got someone running through your mind, huh? It wouldn't be little old me, would it?"

"Keep reading!" Akane said, and a little bit of venom there. While her grip did tighten, this time it wasn't affectionately. It was more like 'I will german suplex you through the fucking Earth all the way to Europe if you keep that train of thought going'. The difference was subtle, but very present.

"Yeah, yeah... Step three, brainwash the girl and boy into joining the cult using their now massive sensitive boobs, then use their lustful energy to revive the still slumbering Great Giant Boob. Step four, use the irresistable force of The Great Giant Boob to spread our message of horniness, massive bazongas and easy sex to every corner of the globe, reducing mankind to rutting brainless boob worshipping beasts in the process."

"Indeed, that is our plan, Mister Saotome!" a new voice piped up. Akane sprang away from Ranma as fast as humanly possible, and slid easily into a battle posture. Ranma, for her part, turned and went into a mirror of Akane's own position. Stepping out of the shadows were at least a dozen busty maids, each brandishing some form of melee weapon. Eyes glazed over, breasts jiggling away under their uniforms, drool pooling out of their mouths, sharp ragged breathing... and their nipples were so erect you couldn't help but notice. Oooh, honestly now! They were this turned on! "Hehehe, we've had our eye on you for some time. A boy that turns into a girl~ The perfect target for our lustful cult."

"I know, I know, I'm kinda awesome like that," Ranma said, eyes on the maid standing at the head of the room. Unarmed. Wearing glasses, looked both stern and also cute and helpless at the same time. "Is this for real? You're actually doing this?"

"Indeed, we are!" the maid said. Ranma blurred, and was suddenly directly in front of the head maid, fist drawn back, ready to strike. But then, Ranma stopped cold and let out a gasp. To Akane's shock, her adorable fiance dropped to her knees, clutching at her chest. "It's a shame, really. A shame that your fiance hasn't been thinking half the dirty things about you that you have about her. If she had, I'd be able to drive her to her knees like this instead!"

"Ohhh, Akane..." Ranma whined. "Don't look at me like this. Ah, my breasts! What happened to my breasts?!" Suddenly, she ripped the uniform open, turned towards Akane and started to wantonly grope them. "Noooo, stop! Don't look at me like this! What are you doing to me?! You cheat, cut that out!"

"Isn't lust wonderful?" the head maid asked. "Go ahead, Akane. Indulge yourself. Join our cult."

Like hell she would! But... But if they were able to beat Ranma that easily, that quickly, did she even stand a chance? And what the hell did she mean by that comment? Ranma had been having even dirtier thoughts about her...? Surely that couldn't be possible! Never mind though - she was surrounded on all sides, and it was up to her. Akane Tendo would have to be the one that saved the day today!