Story: Tsundere Thighs

 

Ah, there really and truly is nothing like waking up the morning after a round of absolutely amazing sex. Especially when it's with the person you love, love, love more than anything else in the world, but can <b>never ever admit to it out loud</b>.

For his part, Ranma wobbled as he rose, feeling oddly warm and comfortable. There was a lot of naked girl flesh all around him. The Tendo sisters and Shampoo. Wow, huh, that sure was a thing! It was amazing the bed hadn't buckled under their weight!

That was a heavier question than one might expect. For you see, the whole lot of them? They were very, very thicc right now. They had thighs that could crush a man's skull in between them, butts that could smother a baby elephant, and - And it probably wasn't a good sign psychologically that Ranma was making comparisons to how those body parts could inflict damage upon living beings when they were all so nice to look at.

Anyway, most men would, in this situation, find themselves happy. Content. This was a pretty okay spot to be in. Indeed, Ranma did feel really quite... happy. Yeah, he was happy. Akane, in particular, was on his chest and rubbing her face right into him, which made him feel really quite wonderful.

Unfortunately for him, there was a side to him that didn't know how to deal with being happy, and so -

"Hey, get off me, tomboy! You're way too heavy!" Ranma grunted, suddenly feeling a heavy dose of embarrassment over his situation and reacting accordingly. Worth noting that 'accordingly' and 'appropriately' are quite often not the same thing. "Oh, you really are so uncute!"

Of course, that's not the word he was thinking the hardest when he looked at her. It was, in point of fact, the exact opposite. Cute. Cute. Cute. Cute. That was what Ranma thought. That was what Ranma really, truly, actually thought. It was not anything like he was going to say aloud, though!

Naturally, Akane was up like a shot and staring right at him. Only him. Only him, him, him. Their eyes were locked. Her lips formed into a downwards curve, signalling her displeasure.

"You weren't complaining when I was on top of you last night!" Akane sniffed, seeming oblivious to the other girls. At least until she looked around and nodded to them. "Are you sure it's not these other sluts that have got you all weighed down?"

She wouldn't normally refer to her sisters in that way, but under the circumstances? It actually seemed a bit fair. One could hardly blame her really. But it did seem to wake up Kasumi.

"Now, now, the pair of you!" Kasumi admonished. "Let's not use such harsh language for each other."

"Yeah," Nabiki grumbled, barely managing to get her eyes open. "Even if the two of you are complete idiots for each other."

Cue the two of them turning scarlet, then crossing their arms and looking away from each other in unison, turning their heads and going 'hrmph', while in truth, their eyes were starting to drift back towards each other - up until they realised the other was starting to look as well, and then turning away again.

"I'm going to make breakfast for everyone," Kasumi sniffed, rising to her feet and waddling off towards the door. "Not that I expect any gratitude... nor am I doing it because I love you all from the bottom of my heart! Or anything!"

She closed the door gently, though it was clear she wanted to slam it. Just wasn't in her nature, really.

"I'd better get out of here before she wakes up," Nabiki said, still half asleep. "Don't get the wrong idea, the two of you. Just because I'm Ranma's booty bitch doesn't mean I'm overly enamoured with either one of you. Stupid!"

Nabiki, meanwhile, did slam the door, but did so with her hips instead of her hands. Had either Ranma or Akane been looking, quite frankly, they would have been mesmerised by those cheeks, cuz Nabiki was packing some serious cake back there. 

Which left Ranma and Akane alone with Shampoo, who was curled up and purring like a cat. Not that Ranma's mind had made the connection yet, because his focus was on the girl he was about to fuck. Even if he was pretending it wasn't.

"I'm going on my morning jog!" Akane sniffed. "Have fun with your Chinese whore."

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easy!" Ranma said, grabbing her wrist. "Admit it, you really liked what we did last night!"

"What, having sex?" Akane replied. "In case you didn't realise, that's something people tend to enjoy doing. You seemed to be having fun as well."

"Yeah, but you liked it more, right?" Ranma asked.

"Not a chance, buster!"

At some level the two of them knew this behaviour was anything but healthy. At some level, they'd internalised that quite well. The thing was, the trouble was, the spell warping their minds and bodies did not give a shit. The two of them dove for one another, jockeying for position, Akane's thick thighs meeting Ranma's rippling muscular physique, the two mutual tsunderes having now had a strong taste of one another not able to let go, not even for a moment. Intoxicated by each other. Enthralled by one another.

Which, of course, inevitably wound up with Akane on top of Ranma, clung onto him tightly while repeating a simple word.

"Dummy, dummy, dummy~"

"Uncute, uncute, uncute~"

Except if you listened carefully, they were anything but insults at this point.

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Nabiki Tendo is not a morning girl. That was always true about her. She liked her long lie ins, but the world did not like her to have them. Which pissed her off, obviously. All the same, she was up and about now, heading off downstairs while upstairs, the sound of Ranma and Akane getting it on filled the house.

"Man, our fathers must be happy," Nabiki sniffed while wiping the sleep from her eyes. She knew, full well, that she was not getting any sleep from now on. Instead she wandered down to the kitchen, finding Kasumi there.

Now, worth remembering that the two of them are now also under the tsun-curse. Any sign of affection would return them to normal. Any sign of disaffection would make them super thicc, horny, and aggressively affectionate. 

"What's for breakfast?" Nabiki asked while sitting down. A neutral statement to start things off.

"As if you ever really notice," Kasumi sniffed, and in comes the familiar sound - badunkadunk.

Nabiki bit her bottom lip and stifled a groan. Last night had really fucked with her head in various assorted ways. Getting turned into Ranma's booty bitch had really done a number on her willpower, and - And to be quite frank, Kasumi wasn't exactly helping right now. Especially when she's got a body like that.

Her MILFy curves became even more so. Her dress seemed to warp around her to better show it off, without ripping or tearing, and frankly that was a miracle. Showing off more leg, hugging her waist even snugger, tighter. It made Nabiki lick her lips, as in, she didn't actually want to but she pretty much had to.

"Oh, so you're in a bad mood are you?" Nabiki asked. "How rare. You're normally so... oh my all the time."

"No I'm not!" Kasumi replied. "Why does everyone think that? It's stupid, no I am not!"

The two of them went badunkadunkadunk right there. Nabiki looked down and saw her legs. Longer, with more meat on them, and she could feel her glutes were... rounder, firmer, you could bounce pennies off those glutes. Experimentally she bounced where she sat - 

And nearly came from doing just that much. If someone smacked her butt right now, she was pretty sure she'd cum two, maybe three times consecutively. She knew, intellectually, that she ought to avoid tsunning Kasumi again. She ought to show a display of affection. Get this under control before she wound up like - 

"Pervert girl is not cute at all!"

"Oh yeah? At least I know how to speak proper Japanese!"

"Actually, I just pretend because it's cuter, I can speak it fluently. Bet you can't speak a word of Mandarin!"

"Man, why do all the violent chicks want a piece of me? Neither of you are cute at all!"

Like that. Just like that. Actually, Nabiki was having a hard time keeping herself straight here. She kinda wanted to head up there. Dive her face right into those big tsun cheeks, and - And just give in. Give up her free will. Her ability to think of anything at all, don't worry about being tsun or dere, just let yourself have the sexual relief you've been denying yourself all this -

"Honestly, could they possibly make any more noise up there?" Kasumi sighed wearily. Then peered back at Nabiki. "Look, if you're just going to sit there staring at my butt, you might as well just plant your face in there until breakfast is ready. Not that I want you to, or anything."

By the time she was finished speaking, that's exactly what Nabiki had done. Planted her face in there like she was preparing for the fall. And you know what? Couldn't be happier.