Story: Mrs Hinako Tendo

That was the single most exhausting day of school that Ranma Saotome could remember, and one time during middle school his old man managed to accidentally cause a wild rhino spirit to possess his desk. At least... he thought it was an accident. Rather than another stupid training stunt.

Regardless: The pigtailed youth was slumping home today. Luckily he'd managed to duck away from the two sisters, but that had taken up pretty much the last of his energy. It was weird. When they were normal they were kind of a pain to be around, but when they were transformed they were super cute and exhausting. Ugh! No wonder his old man had always warned him away from women.

"I'm home!" he called, feeling like he might collapse on the spot. Ranma sighed. He might as well head to his room and lie down for a bit. Dinner couldn't come soon enough.

"Welcome home," said the pair of breasts trying to smother him all of a sudden. Gah! His martial artist's instincts hadn't detected that attack in the slightest! "Gosh, Ranma. You seem so tired. Let Kasumi here pamper you a little."

Ranma tried to pull himself out of the valley. But it was funny his body didn’t seem to want to obey.

“Ooohhh are we playing house with Ranma as the baby!” Suddenly the Mother of the house was on his back. It was a bizarre reversal, the daughter looked like the mother and the mother looked like the daughter.

What did that make him?

“I think Ranma isn’t a baby Mother.” Kasumi said, “He seems quite mature.”

Maturity or no, Ranma was still gurgling into the breasts. Can't breathe... Gonna die! This attack was the most powerful he'd ever encountered. Nothing compared to it! As soon as he was in this grip it was as if his body didn't want to escape, as if it had accepted his fate.

Then with a plop he was set free. His lungs sucked in as much air as possible.

“Wh-why are you, uh, like that?” Ranma said, somehow catching his breath. It was a good question, Kasumi wasn’t the type to get into fights like Akane nor was she kind of crazy like Nabiki.

“Oh I had to calm down Dr. Tofu when I visited him.” Kasumi said.

“He’s our family doctor.” Hinako explained.

“He’s always so energetic.” Kasumi said, “Still I wish he’d do something about all the nosebleeds he gets after I calm him down…”

Ranma was pretty sure that the nosebleeds didn’t come from the draining. Kasumi bounced on her heels a little. Actually, maybe in a roundabout way it did.

"Now, a martial artist in training must understand that there is a time to train and a time to rest," Kasumi said, taking Ranma by the hand and dragging him inside. "If you push your body too hard, you'll wind up doing damage to your muscles, and that's no good at all."

Yeah, that made sense. That's why you always did warm ups before any serious training. If you pulled a muscle, you'd need to take time to recover, which could really draw back your training time something fierce.

"So I want you to sit right there," Kasumi said, gently guiding him to a nice comfortable seat. "I'm going to get you some tea and snacks. Okay?"

"Yay, snacks!" the mother of the house childishly cheered.

"Now, mother. Those snacks are for Ranma," Kasumi admonished. “I’m sure Father has some treats for you.”

“Ohhh… oh yeah! Soun’s gotta see this!” She bounced off upstairs, to go order her husband to help her spy on her daughter as she pampered a boy she wanted her to marry.

That boy happening to be Ranma. Well! This was nice while it lasted but he really oughta get out of here. He was not in the mood to get shackled down so... easily...?

Forgive him for he is a young man. A young man who had been subjected to the random whims of the other two Tendo sisters all day. One could hardly blame him for staring as Kasumi sauntered off to the kitchen, a gentle sway in her hips that made her dress and apron swish and sway. It was the kind of motion that attracted the eyes. Especially for a martial artist who has to be on the constant lookout for danger, and especially when that martial artist had been caught unawares not a minute before.

Why, it was almost as if Kasumi was doing this deliberately. Tricking Ranma into checking out her curvaceously transformed body. Whatever the case may be, she stopped right at the time where she'd start to move out of Ranma's line of sight, peered over her shoulder and -

*boing*

Yep! No question of it! Not a power in the universe could make Ranma stand up. He was gonna need a couple of minutes. Let's see... He'd heard that thinking about baseball helped. Or maybe something completely disgusting like... Like his old man having a bath. Yeah, that was plenty gross.

"How did my life get to the point where I was deliberately trying to remember my old man having a - <b>bath</b>?!"

That last word squeaked out of him quite loudly. He was sure that Kasumi had gone into the kitchen wearing her usual flowery dress. Not a pair of hotpants and an ill fitting t-shirt! Ranma gulped and made sure his legs were crossed, because otherwise she would know exactly what his lower half thought of her and he was afraid of her reaction. And he didn’t know which would be scarier, a negative reaction or a positive one!

The tray with a kettle, cup, and a plate of biscuits, positioned as such that those slightly leaking breasts were being held up by the edge of said tray, did not help in the slightest.

"A bath?" Kasumi muttered as if to herself. "Oh my, that is a good idea, I should have thought of that earlier."

"Huh?" Ranma gulped. "Did you - did you say something Kasumi?"

As if answering his question Kasumi smiled and dipped down low, holding the tray as low as she could hold it without tipping the contents. It was set on the floor at Ranma's feet, but for once in his life Ranma wasn't looking at the food being offered to him. There was a more yummy pair of treats being shown to him down that shirt's neckline.

"Here you are Ranma," Kasumi said. She picked up a little biscuit and plopped it into his mouth. Ranma bit into it. Sweet. Very, very sweet. "Now, you enjoy while I help your muscles relax. Okay?"

She dipped his head down, coincidentally making him take in that figure in full at a close up range, before his vision settled on the tray. That looked delicious. Smelled it as well. In fact, it was so delicious seeming that Ranma didn't even notice Kasumi sitting behind him, wrapping her legs around his waist from behind right up until the point where she pulled the back of his head in between her breasts.

He'd never been so afraid or aroused in his entire life. Then it reached a new peak when she began to rub his shoulders with her hands, while using the sole of her feet to rub something else. It was a miracle he was able to pick up that cup of tea and drink from it. A lesser man would have spilled it all over himself already.

"So tense," Kasumi said. "You simply must relax, Ranma. It's not healthy for you. Not healthy at all to be so pent up, so... Hard."

Ranma whimpered with a need he never knew he had before.

"A massage simply won't cut it," Kasumi continued. She slid her hands all the way along her arms until they held onto his. Then she guided him into picking up the last of the biscuits with one hand while gripping the cup in the other. Ranma's limbs were then gently guided into eating and drinking, gently, so gently he could easily resist yet so gently that it seemed impossible. "I'm going to have to give you a thorough scrubbing." Guh! All he could do was chew and sit there listening to her at this point! "Not here obviously. In the bathroom. I'll rub you down and make sure your muscles feel very, very good. All over your body and -"

"Kasumi!" Akane yelled. "What the hell are you doing?"

This was regular Akane. Not domme- Akane. Regular flat chested angry tomboy Akane Tendo. Ranma actually felt pretty relieved to see her.

"Seducing him, duh!" Nabiki rolled her eyes.

Ranma looked at the other two sisters. Unfortunately, Kasumi had kept his mouth too occupied to ask for help. Indeed, when he swallowed and made an attempt to say something - in came another yummy biscuit that melted in his mouth and made his taste buds dance for joy. Still, if he could not use his mouth then he could at least use his eyes.

Alas, neither sister got the message. They stormed off in different directions. Leaving him alone with the horny housewife hellbent on seducing him.

"Well, I'm rather glad they got the idea," Kasumi sighed. "Now, come along young man. You are in desperate need of a bath and a proper scrub down. Come along. I won't take no for an answer."

"K-Kasumi, isn't this a little..." Ranma gulped. There! No more biscuit! "Isn' this a little much? I mean, you're moving a bit quickly, don't you think?"

"Quickly?" Kasumi said. Gently hauling him off by the hand in the general direction of the bathroom. "Oh dear me, no. There's nothing quick about this. After all, we've been engaged all of our lives, haven't we?"

Ranma was pretty sure that wasn’t how it worked! In fact, that wasn't how anything worked! He could really do with a rescue right about now. Anyone would do. Anyone at all!

"And where, exactly, do you think you're going with <i>my </i>property?!"

... Anyone but her!

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Soun Tendo was worried. This was an unusual position for him to be in: He had a loving wife, three lovely daughters. But, nonetheless, he was worried. What could he be worried about?

"Hahaha!" his lovely wife laughed and bopped him repeatedly on the nose. That didn't worry him. She was usually overexcited after coming home from a long day of teaching. "You should see her, Soun! Kasumi's all over him! Hahahaha! There'll be wedding bells and fancy cakes and <b>panda!</b>"

While darling Hinako rushed off to ride Genma around the garden as though he were a panda colored pony, Soun stared off into the distance. Kasumi. Flirting with a boy. It tasted like ash in his mouth. The very notion of his sweet and innocent daughter attempting anything remotely sexual made his stomach cramp and his heart vomit. This would not do. This would not do at all!

"Soun, we should check on their progress," read the sign thrown directly into his face by panda form Genma. Soun pulled the sign away so he could read it better, and noticed a "pto" in the lower corner. He flipped it around as per the instruction, and read "We must make sure the boy doesn't mess this up."

On the contrary Genma. That is the one thing we must ensure! "We must watch from a distance," Soun said, trying his best to look serious. This was an inordinately difficult thing to do when his wife was clinging onto the back of Genma's panda form with the biggest most innocent smile you ever did see -

"Yay, I'ma be granny!"

No, never mind, illusion shattered. Soun spun around with steam snorting from his nose, more determined than ever to put a stop to this nonsense. When all of a sudden -

"Tendogoyensatsu!"

Oh dear what an unfortunately familiar feeling all of a sudden Soun's life essence was being drained away and it felt like he was deflating onto the ground like a burst balloon. Since his fighting spirit was a big part of what was sucked away, he didn't even feel all that angry at Ranma anymore, though he was certain the feeling would return when his strength came back.

"Tendogoyensatsu!"

Ah? Again? No, he was not the target for a second attack. This time it went right for Genma. Soun flopped over onto his side, and caught sight of the transformed figures of Akane and Nabiki. The latter storming into the house, the other skipping and frolicking.

"Aw, mister panda! You're not so cute like this anymore!" his beloved wife said. She started poking Genma with a stick. Soun gurgled in exhaustion, which attracted her attention. "Oh! But you're as cute as ever hunnybun! Teehee!" She hugged his limp body and kissed him on the cheek. "You want the stick too, don't you? Yes you do, I can see it in your eyes!"

Which is how Soun spent the evening getting poked in the face with a stick while trying not to imagine what his daughters were up to with Genma's son.

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It was a showdown for the ages. Standing directly in front of the bathroom entrance was the transformed figure of Akane Tendo. For those unfamiliar: When Akane drained a person's energy, her more... dominating personality leaks out. The part of her that has no problem at all using her looks and/or strength to put someone in their place.

And right now that girl was staring down the transformed figure of Kasumi Tendo, whose equivalent transformation made her into an ultra-milf. Not in a literal sense, it was more of an aesthetic factor with a strong emphasis on the last letter.

"I asked you a question, big sister!" Akane sniffed. "Where are you taking my property?"

"To the bathroom," Kasumi answered. Unflappable. Totally unflappable. "He's a dirty boy and he needs to be cleaned."

Akane shuddered. It almost seemed like she agreed with Kasumi.

"Uh... I can bathe by myself?" Ranma suggested. Both girls stared at him. If you could put a colour to that stare then Akane's was burning red while Kasumi's was soothing pink. Ugh... Blast it all! Of all the times to discover a submissive kink.

"I shall bathe him!" Akane swanned forward with her hands on her hips right up towards Ranma. She crooked her finger underneath his chin and made him look up. Then she leaned in and took a deep, deep breath right next to his neck. With Kasumi standing right there watching. "Ooh, yes. I must definitely clean my property thoroughly. Any objections, boy?"

Ranma opened his mouth to object - but found himself smothered in Kasumi's cleavage yet again.

"Now, Akane! That is hardly fair. You got to spend all day long with him at school. You got to walk next to him on the street, you got to spend time at lunch with him, you could even watch him from afar during gym. I think it's only fair that I have the chance to get. To. Know. Him."

Ranma, this is your common sense and cosmic awareness talking to you right now. Whatever happens, do not ask yourself how this could get worse. Don't. It's always possible. Remember that, and you might get through this perfectly fine and without making an ass of yourself. Instead try to focus on the positive: Two of the hottest girls you know are fighting to have the chance to bathe you. This is awesome. Yes, it is awesome, shut up and enjoy the ride.

'Okay, that sounds all well and good,' Ranma internally replied. 'But seriously, I'm gonna have to let one of these girls down. If it's Akane she's gonna stomp my ass until I like it, if it's Kasumi she might cry. What could possibly be worse than that?'

Ranma. This is your common sense and cosmic awareness again. I don't have a face. I don't have a palm. But I am facepalming so hard right now.

"Oh, Ranma!" a cute voice called out. Ranma let out a whimper and pulled himself out of Kasumi's cleavage with an effort even Atlas would envy. It was Nabiki. Or, more accurately, Nabiki's transformed state. Unlike her sisters Nabiki... rather lost a bit in size. Where the other two sisters gained in height Nabiki... lost. Where the other two became more mature Nabiki went in the other direction. Smaller. More compact. But goddamn if her body was still as curvy as an hourglass.

A fact that was rather emphasised to him by the fact she was wearing a snug pair of hotpants and a leotard and, if he were any judge, not a damn thing else.

"My meaaaan gym teacher is making me join a gymnastics club," Nabiki batted her eyes at him. "Help me train! Won't you? Won't you? Huh? Won't you help me train my fit limber body?"

"Now, Nabiki!" Kasumi admonished, becoming completely motherly in the process. "Your gym teacher forced you to join that club because you slack off in gym class. Forcing Ranma to help you won't solve anything in the long run."

"Waaaaaah!" Nabiki cried. Was it his imagination, or was she deliberately making her tears fall onto her leotard? Her... white, already clingy leotard? Oh geez! "Wh-what's wrong with asking for a little help? Isn't it bad to try to do things by yourself when you know you can't? Waaaaah!"

"Oh, stop those crocodile tears!" Akane yelled. "I know how you operate! You're making that up, aren't you? There's no gymnastics club, and there's no good reason for a teacher to force you to join one!"

"Ranma! Akane's being meeean!" Nabiki yelled, rushing forward and tackling Ranma right out of Kasumi's grip. "She's mean! She’s too tall so she thinks she can bully me! And just cause she’s got those big fake boobs she thinks she can steal boys from me!!"

"Oh, that is quite enough of that," Akane sneered.

At which point, Akane plucked Nabiki away from Ranma by the scruff of her neck, lay her across her lap and- huh? Was it his imagination or was Nabiki kind of... smirking triumphantly just now?

"Naughty Nabiki!" Akane barked. Then the flat of her hand fell upon the middle sister's butt. It jiggled from the impact. Ranma knew this. He knew it well. He'd not been certain he'd seen it properly the first time, you see, so he'd made a point to watch very carefully the second, third, fourth and fifth time that Akane spanked Nabiki. Spanked her hard. Spanked her like the naughty girl that she was. "You should know better than to use such immature insults!"

This was a really bad time to learn about his spanking kink. Well... at least this mess couldn't get any worse than this.

And somewhere out there in the grand cosmos that was creation, an otherworldly being that was used to being roundly ignored by now let out another weary sigh and manifested both face and palm so it could properly express its emotional state.

1. Kasumi hauls Ranma into the bathroom and seals the door to keep the others out.
2. Akane manages to get Ranma to her bedroom where she'll clean him thoroughly... with her tongue.
3. Nabiki lures Ranma off to gymnastics practise.
4. All four of them somehow wind up in the bath together.
5. Something else