Story: Matron Apron

 

"Phew, that was close!" Ranma sighed as he relaxed in the furo. The hot water relaxing his body, the steam clearing his head. Another sigh escaped him as he relaxed. "Whatever was up with Kasumi there, it almost got me. Good thing I had a strong enough will to resist, and managed to sort that issue out!"

"That's right darling!" Akane said next to him, the two of them sitting in the bath together. Naked. Seemingly uncaring. "You were so strong and handsome and so <i>perfectly</i> husband like. Tee hee!"

"I couldn't have done it without you, dear," Ranma said. "You're my rock, behind every great man is a great woman."

This would be where the more astute of you are wondering what the hell happened here. Yes, we have skipped ahead a bit. Yes, it doesn't take much reading between the lines to figure out what, exactly, happened here. Let's keep going with it for now, shall we?

Akane let her head rest upon Ranma's shoulder, and he instinctively embraced her. The two of them, wet and naked and not appearing to really care that much, both let out yet another happy contented sigh.

"She was right though," Akane mused. "I mean, if we're going to get married and have lots and lots of babies."

"So many babies," Ranma nodded.

"We need to behave more like a proper married couple," Akane finished. "I need to pick up my wifely duties, and you need to behave more like a proper husband."

"That makes sense," Ranma said. "I mean, we obviously both want to make love."

"Sweet, passionate love," Akane added, trailing her hand down Ranma's bare chest and staring down longingly at his dick.

"However, before that we need to become a proper husband and wife. How should we start?"

The two of them thought about it for a while, musing on things they could do that would cement their relationship without actually having sex. I know, I know, I'm disappointed as well - but let's be realistic about this. Neither Kasumi nor the apron guiding her thinking right now wants these two to actually fuck until they're good and ready. They're close, but they're not there yet. They need more preparation, more time, a better capacity to take on the responsibility that full on unprotected sex inherently has.

"Perhaps I could wash your back?" Akane offered.

"That sounds wonderful!" Ranma said, turning around to offer his back to her. "One moment, dear. If we're to do this, we should leave the bath first. We don't want to get the hot water dirty."

"Of course not, darling!" Akane said, and so the two of them departed the bath, with Ranma sitting on a stool with Akane settling in behind him with a washcloth, ready to scrub down her man's back.

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Let's step away from that scene for a moment to return to Kasumi, who was currently breastfeeding Nabiki. Yes, still. While Ranma and Akane had been quite easy to work out, Nabiki was proving to be more challenging. Unlike the other two, there wasn't exactly an easy way for Kasumi to figure out how to <i>fix</i> Nabiki's upbringing. The girl was nasty. Selfish. Took pleasure in the suffering or embarrassment of others. It was not something Kasumi could ever correct before, but now with the power of the apron...

"I want to make you into a good woman for a good man," Kasumi said while Nabiki slobbered over her nipples. "Just like I'm making Akane -"

"Yipe!" Ranma yelped upstairs. "Ah! Dearest, mind your strength!"

Kasumi tilted her head and sighed. Perhaps she wasn't quite done with Akane yet? Oh well, she'd sort those two out soon enough. For now, Nabiki had her focus. Nabiki needed it more. For that reason, she continued to cradle Nabiki to her nipple, letting her suckle that wonderful milk.

"Obviously, further measures are needed," Kasumi said. She stroked through Nabiki's hair, and looked into her glazed over eyes. "You're a good girl, aren't you Nabiki?"

Nabiki replied by giving her a thumbs up, but didn't otherwise detach from the milky nipple or move in any way.

"Such a good girl," Kasumi cooed. "Now, let's see, let's see... What can we do with you?"

Kasumi hummed a little to herself. By now, Nabiki had drunk enough milk that she could do pretty much anything she wanted to the girl. Mould her mind and body any which way she desired. Oh, but that made it sound selfish when really and truly it was anything but. She wanted what was best for her little sister, and...

An idea came to her. Of course. Of course, it was only natural. "Now Nabiki, I want you to find a good man," she began. "I want you to find a good man that you believe will take good care of you. And then I want you to use <i>these</i> to seduce him."

By 'these' she meant the breasts swelling up under Nabiki's shirt. Growing very quickly, ballooning to an incredible size until they were easily a match for Kasumi's own. Yes, yes! This was it, this was perfect, this was exactly what she needed.

"When you show your bare nipples to a man, they will be unable to resist wanting to sup from it," Kasumi said, continuing her affectionate stroking of Nabiki's hair. "This will grant you the power to change them as your heart desires. You must not be cruel with this. You must not be selfish. Only use this power to ensure the happiness of both of you.  Do you understand?"

This time, Nabiki did plop her mouth off Kasumi's breast, and swallowed the last mouthful of corrupting milk that she should need. "Yes mommy!" Nabiki said. "Should I dress really slutty to attract his attnetion?"

"No, no," Kasumi wagged her finger. "If he's a good man, he'll be drawn to you if you wear something more respectable. You don't want the sort who only has interest because you're flaunting your body."

There was a contradiction in there somewhere, but Nabiki didn't seem to notice. Or care. Instead, she wobbled off happily smoothing her hands down her new curves, eager to get on with the important, essential task of landing herself a Man.

Speaking of which, that was something Kasumi herself should consider going for. That is, after she checked in on the other two... Oh, she had such high hopes for their relationship finally coming to a head. It was obvious there was a mutual interest, held back purely by their mutually stubborn nature.

Luckily, her new powers had helped her get them over that. Yet she had to be careful. It would be unhealthy for them to progress too quickly. With Nabiki dealt with, she could now refocus her attention on them and put them into the place where they would be at their happiest.

Although she had to admit that upon entering the washroom, she found a sight she hadn't expected to see: Namely, Akane lip locked with girl form Ranma in a rather... intimate manner.

"Ahem," she coughed politely, and the two split apart. "I do believe I said you should not be fooling around quite yet?"

"Sorry mommy!" Akane said. "But she's so cute, how am I supposed to keep my hands off her?"

"What she said..." Ranma replied, trying very hard not to stare at Kasumi's irresistible MILFY body. "We figured it would probably be safe if I was a girl, so...?"

Naughty naughty. Kasumi was going to have to punish them for this. Oh, but there was one small issue there which she had been ignoring. Ranma's curse. Goodness gracious, leaving the poor boy cursed like that when she had a power that would enable her to -

Of course. The answer was clear. Kasumi knew exactly what to do now. She would have to help cure Ranma of his curse in the best possible way, and then administer her punishment.