Some might think that Akane - that is to say, the <i>real</i> Akane would be rather shocked and terrified by her situation. Some stupid pervert in control over her real body, making her do things that she'd never normally do. Making use of those big sensitive hypnotic tits to brainwash people. Changing Nabiki's personality, making Kodachi friendlier... Ooh, it was pretty bad, but she'd been in worse spots before. Being possessed by a doll and in turn having her own soul put into said doll, that was much worse than this.
Still. It was disconcerting. She couldn't <i>do</i> anything. She was a passenger in her own body this time around, forced to observe, watch and listen while her own body did whatever it damn well felt like without any input from her.
"Ah, we're home already!" the thing possessing Akane said. "Kodachi dear, look at my tits."
As if such an instruction was necessary. To Akane's horror this being lifted up her shirt, deliberately exposing herself in full to Kodachi and then began to jiggle around her tits by rocking on her heels to and fro. Guh... She hated to admit it, but it felt pretty good, these hypnotic tits were extremely sensitive.
"I'm temporarily enhancing your hearing," the imposter said. "Do you hear anyone in the house?"
"Noooo..." Kodachi writhed. "The house is empty - except for a sneaky set of footsteps on the roof next door."
"Use that paralysis powder for something good for a change," the imposter smacked her right tit, then grabbed hold of Kodachi's head and pulled her face directly into that hypno-cleavage. Ugh! What a pervert! Disgusting! Gross! Cut that out! "There we go, have a bit of a boost to your stamina and speed. It won't last long, but whoever it is will surely regret tangling with you."
"Yes, of course my dear friend!" Kodachi cackled. "Ohohoho! I shall return with the interloper post haste!"
And off the bounds, unwitting titslave to a total pervert. Honestly! Akane wanted to scream and rail against this pervert for stealing her body like this. It wasn't fair! Ah! Troublemaker! Body thief! Give it back, give it back now!
"Pretty bad in there, huh?" the pervert suddenly said to... nobody. She tapped the side of Akane's head. "Kind of sucks not being able to take control. Right?"
Huh...? Huh?! Was this pervert talking to her right now?
"Yes. This pervert is talking to you right now," the pervert replied. "And please, we both know your lexicon is a bit more nuanced than that. Use a word other than pervert when thinking about me."
Well what was she supposed to think? Pervert seemed like a perfectly accurate word for this - this body stealing devil!
"Oh my. Would you like my actual name, then? You want to know who I am?"
The way she said that set Akane on edge right away. She wanted to say who she was. Somehow Akane didn't think she'd like the -
"My name is Akane Tendo. Or... perhaps more correctly, Akane Tendo's repressed sexual deviance."
... Huh? Huh?! It's not often in her life that Akane was left not only speechless but completely without thought either, but... Huh? What the hell kind of sense did that make?!
"I'm the you that you repress," the body thief continued, wantonly groping at her chest. No, don't do that! Ah! Why did it feel good? "Remember when you first walked in on Ranma in the bath? That's when I was born. Part of you liked what you saw, but you couldn't accept it. So you repressed it. Repressed me."
No! That was a lie! She'd never think something dirty like that! Especially over a jerk like Ranma!
"I love him!" the other her moaned. "I love him lots. I'm the you that came out when Shampoo put the reversal bracelet on me! Ooooh! Yes! Every time you denied how you felt about that handsome lug, it went right to me! Ah! But you couldn't handle it. Couldn't handle these! That's how I got out and now you're the one stuck watching someone else taking charge of your life!"
Akane could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Something big was building up. Just from playing with her tits...? That was amazing - and terrifying as well! How it was even possible this could feel this amazing when she hadn't even touched her nipples yet...
"Ah, don't worry! I'll let you back out again!" the other her stuck out her tongue and licked her left nipple. "First I'll brainwash Ranma so he doesn't cum for ten minutes, then I'll fuck him for five and let you loose! By then I don't think you'll be complaining too much! Th-Then, once we've both cum from his dick, we'll properly reunite! No more repression! No more prisoner in my own body! Oooh! It's so good! I can't wait. Maybe we'll even get his girl side to join in the fun."
This girl was a part of her? Akane didn't believe it. She refused to believe it! She was going to do what she always did: Fight back with all of her strength!
Well... that was the plan. Trouble was, as she was quickly learning, titnosis was super addictive. Even when you weren't brainwashing someone, the urge to play with your own hypersensitive tits was too much to build any kind of concentration. Even a prude like her couldn't focus nearly enough. But she'd get her chance. She'd get her chance, and before anything icky happened with Ranma either!
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There was a definite positive to being hit by Kodachi's paralysis poison all the damned time. Namely: Building up an immunity to it. Combine that with his martial artist endurance and stamina, he was out of it a good solid couple of minutes before Nabiki was.
"C-carry me!" Nabiki stammered.
Now, Ranma Saotome was a jerk. Let's be blunt about it. He was selfish, he was a show-off, his mouth ran on automatic. But he did have morals. He did have scruples. One thing that his father had beat into him time and time again (even if he didn't live up to it) was that a martial artist cannot ever leave a helpless non-martial artist alone. Therefore:
"Aw, look at those two! Aren't they cute?"
"His girlfriend must have sprained her ankle, the poor dear."
What were they talking about? Well... Nabiki was in no condition to hang onto him. Which limited the ways he could carry her down to bridal style or over the shoulder. Bridal style, she'd have probably killed him later on. Or made him wish he was dead. Either way, this whole thing was humiliating: They thought he and Nabiki were an item? Fodder for days.
"I-Ignore th-them," Nabiki stammered. "Don't - Don't know what they're saying."
Which was really setting off alarm bells in his head right about now.Nabiki Tendo? Acting this nice? No. That didn't happen. That plain did not happen. Ever. Yet she'd been acting weird all day. It was off putting how nice she was behaving.
"So what's up with you today?" he asked."You're acting all nice for a change."
"I th-thought it-it would b-be the breast-st thing fo-for everyone," Nabiki stammered.
Ranma assumed he'd misheard that due to the stammer. "Well, let's get you back home -"
There was a sound like metal dropping to the ground. Ranma turned to look, his martial arts instincts telling him to run. Run for his life. Run as if the gates of hell themselves had opened wide and threatened to swallow him whole.
It wasn't that bad, actually. It was much, much worse. Ukyo was across the street. Staring at him. Carrying Nabiki Tendo bridal style. And she seemed rather less than thrilled. The thousand yard stare she was giving him was making his hair stand on end, and he was pretty sure that the tree near her might catch on fire if she decided to lean against it.
"Uchan, wait! It's not what it looks like!" he yelled, knowing full well that this statement seemed to serve as a catalyst for things getting worse rather than better. Naturally, he soon found himself ducking under a hailfire of hurled sharpened spatula. "Cut it out!" he called. "She got hit by paralysis powder! Right Nabiki?"
"Th-that's right!" Nabiki twitched in his arms. Oh good, she was starting to come around!
"Now I know there's something up!" Ukyo screamed. Oh no! "Nabiki would never let you out of it that easily without milking you for money first!"
Damn Nabiki and her suddenly reasonable behaviour! Now he was in even more hot water than before!
Or, as the case turned out to be, cold water from that old lady watering her sidewalk. Lady, mind your timing! As if being pursued by your inexplicably cute childhood friend who you thought was a boy but was really a girl with a super obvious crush on you wasn't making him frustrated enough!
"Mmm... tiiiiits!" Nabiki moaned, nuzzling into Ranma's suddenly girly chest. And beginning to play with the clasps.
"Nabiki! What the hell?!" Ranma yelled.
"I see that!" Ukyo roared. Where in the world was she getting all these spatula from anyway?! More spatula must have been thrown at him in the last ten seconds than surely exist within Furinkan! "How long has this been going on, Ranchan? Does Akane know? I'll punish you both for her sake as well!"
Ranma moaned, adding 'pushing Nabiki away from boobs' to the ever growing list of bullshit he (or rather she) had to deal with right now. Well, at least things couldn't get worse.
- Shampoo finds herself dragged before Akane and titnotised in short order.
- Shampoo is able to escape, with Kodachi as prisoner.
- The two sides of Akane's personality compete for control over her body.
- Ranma, Nabiki and Ukyo arrive at the Tendo home. Encounter Akane and her hypnotic tits.
- Something else
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