Story: Matron Apron

 

What exactly was the relationship between Ranma and Kasumi? When it came to Ranma and Akane, you could put down 'it's complicated' and that was a decent enough summary. Ranma and Nabiki? Antagonised and antagoniser. But the eldest of the Tendo sisters? She was the nice one. The trio set up a quite diverse set of girls. The housewife, the ice queen and the tomboy.  Wildly different personalities. To be honest, he didn't really talk with Kasumi all that much aside from niceties. Thanks for the food, oh the bath is ready? Ah, do you need help with some chores? Less that last one, but sometimes Ranma didn't have anything to do, and even chores could be training under the right conditions.

Anyway, the point was that Kasumi didn't usually have his attention so much as the other sisters. He had to interact with Akane basically all the time, and he had to keep an eye on Nabiki in case she pulled some bullshit. His relationship with Kasumi was, at best, a passive one.

Today though, he found himself paying her a lot more attention than normal. How best to put it? He knew she was pretty. He knew she was hot. That sorta thing wasn't what usually got his attention. He was a martial artist in training, he didn't need a woman in his life, or a relationship, or whatever.

Then Kasumi walked by with her body like <i>that</i>, and Ranma almost couldn't help but stare. Don't misunderstand. He's not really looking for a relationship, but he's still a healthy, straight guy. Sometimes girl, but that's a whole other discussion. Point is, if he wasn't staring then he didn't have working eyes. Kasumi suddenly had curves that dragged attention to them, kicking and screaming. At first. Then the attention would react like an old cartoon character that smelled a pie cooling on a windowsill and drift right over of its own volition. And stayed there.

It was only after Kasumi left that Ranma realised he'd been staring quite intensely at her... Everything. Her wide hips, her luscious ass, her boundlessly large breasts... They were all such a treat for the eyes that he couldn't stop himself from looking, staring, letting his mind wander to places it didn't normally go.

Only when she was out of sight did the spell break.

"Say, did... Kasumi do something with her hair?" he asked dumbly. Almost as dumbly as the person he'd asked. His dumbass father, who was mopping at his forehead nervously.

"I do not believe so, son," pops replied. "Perhaps a new dress, or a new perfume...?"

No, that wasn't it. The fog was lifting. The haze over his mind rising off. It wasn't something like that. It was much simpler, actually. Kasumi's body had changed. Her curves were more pronounced, her body softer, the overall aura she put out felt kinda funny too. Sort of like a battle instinct, but the effect was very different.

And so, Ranma had the same realization, the same epiphany as Akane did earlier on. "Oh shoot, Kasumi's picked up some magical item or curse or whatever... Is it really Friday already?"

He was being facetious of course. It wasn't like something weird hit them like clockwork every single Friday. Sometimes they were hit on Wednesday instead. Anyway, Ranma quickly kipped up and... stopped himself from wandering off to the kitchen to talk to her about it. That didn't feel safe. If her walking by had that sorta effect, imagine how it might be if he tried to talk to her! It was a rare moment for him to use his head outside of a fight, but... Maybe this was one time he ought to ask for help.

That help being Akane, of course. Where was that chick anyway? Ranma wandered up to her room, knocked on the window. No reply. Not in the training hall either. The bathroom was unoccupied - Oh hey, there she was! Staggering out of the kitchen all bleary eyed and - 

"Darling~" Akane sang, and then rushed forward to hug him. "There you are darling! I missed you~"

Oh no it got Akane! "Snap out of it, tomboy!" Ranma said, holding her at arm's length. "You're supposed to be an uncute, violent, aggressive, impossible to marry..."

He trailed off. Akane was blinking cutely at him. Smiling from ear to ear.

"Actually, I don't think there would be a problem with you staying like this for a little while..." Ranma muttered. "Anyway! There's something wrong with Kasumi!"

"Mommy? There's something wrong with mommy?" Akane gasped. Huh? Mommy? She grabbed Ranma's hand, and before he knew what was happening, he was being pulled into the kitchen. "Mommy! Darling says there's something wrong!"

If Ranma had the slightest shade of a doubt that something was wrong,then it was removed here. Because Kasumi was... how to put it? Breastfeeding Nabiki. Yeah. Nabiki was huddled into her side, while Kasumi had her left breast exposed, and Nabiki was gulping down milk like it was keeping her alive.

That should be a sight that Ranma looked away from. He should close his eyes, run out of the room, and then try to find out what had happened to her. But he couldn't. He simply could not close his eyes, nor look away, nor formulate any sort of thoughts. The sheer overwhelming MILFyness of Kasumi was completely overwhelming his thought process.

"Oh, it's little Ranma, Genma's boy," Kasumi giggled while running her hands through Nabiki's hair. "I see, I see. It only makes sense that you would be Akane's darling."

"I'm gonna marry him!" Akane clutched onto Ranma's arm. Snugly, tightly, leaving no avenue of escape. NOt that his feet were working, anyway. This was so strange. Kasumi was just... plain too damned hot!

"You already have father's approval, of course," Kasumi said. And then... Her breasts grew bigger. Rounder, fuller. Her figure as well. Slender waist, still wider hips, she had the sort of body that hourglasses would envy. Does the word MILFtastic mean anything to you? Because Kasumi was right at the top of that tier! "You will treat her well, won't you?"

"S-Something's weird here..." Ranma said, the last of his willpower, hanging on by a thread, compelling him to fight back against this effect. For the sake of pride. He had to resist whatever the hell was going on around here!

But in response to that, Kasumi popped out her other breast. A little droplet of milk oozed out of the nipple. It looked... delicious. Before Ranma knew what he was doing, his mouth had clamped around it, and he was sucking, tasting this milk. Ambrosia, a feast, dribbled down his throat. Igniting his palette, awakening strange feelings within him, while next to him, Nabiki apparently finished feeding and extracted herself.

"Thanks a bunch, mommy!" Nabiki said, licking her lips and sounding a lot less mature and... horny than she had before. "I really, really super duper needed that!"

"That's a good girl," Kasumi cooed, affectionately stroking her hair. "Now, you absolutely need to be a good girl and find a man, like your little sister. Once I've finished feeding Ranma, I'll finish your cooking lesson. Then, Akane... Could you please help make sure that Ranma understands how to be a proper husband?"

Ranma didn't like the sound of that. Nonetheless, it felt like he was caught in a sticky web that he absolutely could not escape. What the hell should he do?!