Story: Tsundere Thighs

 

Akane's bedroom was about to get pretty crowded. It was, after all, an average sized bedroom for a girl her age. There was a bed, a desk, a chair, wardrobe, chest of drawers and so forth. Not all that much space on the floor.

Nonetheless, she was determined to have them all file in for a little funtime. Herself taking the lead, carrying Shampoo in bridal style, while Ranma took up the rear (quite literally) and Nabiki taking up <I>Ranma's</i> rear, while Kasumi trailed in after them in a daze.

Peering down at Ranma's cute little pigtail bobbing up and down while her face was pinned between Akane's enormous thicc rump, she felt a twinge of satisfaction. For a long time now Akane Tendo had next to no control over her life. Because of this boy/girl. Because of Shampoo. Sometimes even because of Nabiki. Now, she was the one in control. Complete domination.  It was a bit weird, it was a lot perverted, but... Right now, she didn't give a fuck.

She'd soon be giving <b>several</b> fucks, if things played out the way she expected. The first step was to break in Ranma. Make her admit to her obvious true feelings. Hrmph! That daft tsundere thought she could make Akane confess? Get real! The one who admits their feelings first is the loser!

And if these two had anything in common, it was that they really, really hated to lose.

Step one: Put Shampoo down on her bed, while giving her a deep, mind melting smooch. Hrmph! That's right, it was never Ranma you were really attracted to was it? You were drawn to strength, to power, and this new form gave her that in spades. Step two: Smack her own ass and get Ranma out of it, on her hands and knees so they could properly begin their little playtime.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Akane asked. "Pervert!"

Of course, that only served as a slap in the face, a drenching of cold water over the pigtailed cutie's head. Ranma shook her pretty little head, and scowled up at Akane.

"I'm a pervert?" she asked. "You're the one that planted my face in between your enormous, jiggling rump! I could barely breathe in there!"

"Yet you didn't even try to free yourself at any moment," Akane replied, cocking her hip, and rather enjoying the expression on Ranma's face as her eyes unconsciously followed her enormous, round posterior. "Even now, you're entranced. Why, one might even go so far as to say that you... find me attractive!"

Once again, Akane didn't expect for a moment that this would win their little game of love. Please. Ranma wasn't so easy to beat as that. Nonetheless, it was a necessary blow to throw. You should throw every punch like you mean it, but expect that your opponent might duck or dodge. Always keep your guard up, have a follow through, be able to step away and don't overextend yourself - But you never know, that punch might well land even if you don't think it will. Even if you don't expect it to end the fight, it very well might. If it doesn't? Your opponent has expended energy defending themselves from it. This is why she was so aggressive in her own martial arts style. While she could not attack at the same speed as Ranma, she preferred to use sheer ferocity rather than anything else to overcome her enemies.

Obviously, that fighting style had a few holes in it, but it was a mentality that was well ingrained into her, even when she wasn't entirely herself.

"Oh, is that why you're trying to use those glutes on me like that?" Ranma teased. "You want a confession? A lovey dovey letter shoved in your locker? Perhaps a bouquet of flowers - or an engagement ring?" She stuck out her tongue. "How uncute can you get?"

How uncute could she get? Akane had an easy answer to that. She climbed onto her bed and sat on Shampoo's face.

"Don't mind me." Akane spanked herself so hard it sounded like a gunshot. "I'm just stealing your foreign slut. Making her mine, instead of yours."

That's right, Ranma. You can't abide a contest, can you? Akane maintained eye contact with her, while making little erotic moans. Genuine moans, no faking it. Shampoo was fairly quick with her tongue. Very eager to please now that she'd been broken in by their enchanted bodies. What's your next move, Ranma? Make out with Nabiki and Kasumi? Go ahead. Have your little threesome. Akane was already mentally prepared for -

"Yo, Nabiki," Ranma pulled her close all of a sudden. A devious gleam in her eyes. Here we go. "You love me, right? I know you do, go ahead and admit it."

"Huh?" Nabiki grunted. "What? No, I - You're hot, but stupid, why would I -"

Oooh baby, <i>Badunkadunk!</i> Huh? What? What was this all of a sudden? While it was certainly true enough that Akane had noticed both Shampoo and Kasumi seemed a little bit thiccer than before, neither of them had been changed anything like the full extent of the spell.

Yet there, in front of her right now was Nabiki, with wider hips, tree trunk like legs, an extra half foot in height and breasts bigger than her head! What was more, her ass was firm, round, waist trim - But how? This was the full effect of the transformation!

"Naughty bitch," Ranma spanked her on her firm ass. "You visited the tunnel of love, didn't you? Got yourself cursed on purpose."

"Trust an idiot like you to figure something like that out," Nabiki bent over. "I've been a naughty booty bitch, go ahead and punish me."

Ranma maintained eye contact with Akane, drew back her hand and - The smack to Nabiki's cheeks was so loud it made something reverberate inside Akane's body.

"You know how it bothers you when Nabiki steals your clothes?" Ranma asked, so matter of fact about it. Another smack, somehow louder than the first. "Well. This booty bitch is about to steal you boy/girl right out from under your nose. Unless... You know. You admit to how you feel?"

"In other words, all it would take is an obviously lame confession to - " Akane began, but it seemed she'd underestimated Ranma in her strategy. Ah! Kasumi had poured hot water over her, turning him into a walking slab of beefcake! Now, that really wasn't fair at all!

"Nabiki, you're a frigid, ice cold bitch, but you're also stupid fucking hot," Ranma said, once again, eyes never wavering from Akane's. He'd lined his dick up with the cleft of her ass, letting that erect monstrosity simply lie there, while Kasumi hugged him from behind. "There are no feelings between us at all, right?"

"Hrmmm, that's right, Saotome!" Nabiki tsunned right at him. "I'm going to let you drill me, free of charge, but it has nothing to do with love. I'm just horny, and it'll piss off Akane." Was that another tsun? Oh, these two!

"Akane, you really should admit your feelings," Kasumi whispered, then turned Ranma's head and stuck her tongue down his throat! The nerve! Right there in front of her! Worse yet, Nabiki was adjusting her hips and pushing back, drawing his enormous, girthy member into her body, and - Oooh! Now this really was too much!

It was one thing being ready for the threesome, it was quite another seeing Nabiki with that body!

"He's mine now~" Nabiki sang, thrusting back into him - but not as hard as he thrust into her! Nabiki flat out stumbled forward from that thrust, then stumbled forward again and again, until she'd reached Akane. "All mine, I've stolen something else from you right from under your nose~ All because you can't admit you want it."

"R-Ranma!" Akane snarled. She pushed and ground her hips into Shampoo's face all the harder now. "You think... You honestly think that rutting my sisters right in front of me, corrupting them with this magic, that's going to be enough to - "

Another thrust, and Nabiki was right in her face. Her older sister leaned in for a kiss - and in so doing left herself wide open. Akane grabbed her, pulled her off that cock, planted her on Shampoo's face instead and then tackled both Ranma and Kasumi to the floor, herself on top straddling Ranma's waist.

"Honestly now," Akane sniffed, pushing her hand into the centre of his chest while keeping her pussy aimed right at the head of his cock. "You think I'm going to let you get away with that? Watch this, buster!"

She lowered herself down, muttering to herself and to him about how he was a stupid, dumb pervert, while savouring the feeling of his cock penetrating her... while inside her head a simple phrase was being repeated over and over again. Two words, nothing more, that she was keeping locked in a vault so they could fully embrace this moment and enjoy it properly.

"Love you, love you, love you, love you..."

Although at this point, Akane hadn't yet realised, those simple two words might be mainly directed at Ranma, but thanks to the machinations of this spell it might as well apply to everyone else in the room too.