Happosai didn't like it. He didn't like it one little bit. It would be one thing if it was cocknosis. Then he'd be able to have all sorts of fun. Titnosis? No, that didn't sit well with him. Not even a little. How was he supposed to enjoy them if the mere act of looking or touching makes your brain empty out? Where's the fun in that? Where's the joy?
But that simply led him to a different line of enquiry. He was looking through his notes for signs - and by 'his notes' we of course mean 'shit he'd stolen over the years'. Titnosis, titnosis... While out on that panty raid, the name had leaped out at him. It sounded familiar, but he could not place where for the life of him.
And then... He found it. Aha! Titnosis! Let's see here, let's see... Supposedly, it was something to do with the ability to brainwash the unwary through the power of tits. Hrm? But there was a warning here.
"The effects of titnosis are highly addictive," Happosai read aloud. "What's more, there seems to be a certain level of malevolent intent behind this power. Those who use it will often wind up sharing it with others. Furthermore, they will slowly begin allowing the power to guide their actions, feeling compulsions and rewards for sharing it with others. For spreading the effect far and wide - until all around are thinking with tits."
Ah! In other words... It would take over the world through busty hypnosis. Not the most absurd thing he'd ever heard of! However, there was the question of how to actually stop it. Supposedly, some monastery in China had encountered an outbreak of it in some backwater village, and they'd been able to put a stop to it, but -
"But be wary, for sometimes the cure is almost as bad as the disease."
Huh. What on Earth did that mean...? This required more research. As much as it chaffed, it may well be down to him to save the planet. Yuck! Doing a good deed? Didn't sit well with him at all!
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Okay. Okay! It was a new day. Akane was determined to try to go through it as normally as she could. She would get ready for her morning jog. Come back home. Put on her gi. Break some bricks, do a workout, then have breakfast.
Then track down Ranma and have sex with -
Oh no, no, no! That wasn't normal! Sneaky, sneaky, almost had her there. The sex thing did sound really fun, but she knew too well that it wasn't because Ranma wanted to do it, but because of these monsters attached to her chest. Even so, they'd have to try harder than that to get her off her routine!
Akane rolled out of bed and went straight for her closet. Then she pulled out a t-shirt, which miraculously still fit. Sure, it showed off a bit of tummy. That is to say, quite a lot of her tummy. Actually, there was a fair amount of undertit too. Alright. Fine. Fine. This was her baggiest shirt. It would have to make do. Luckily she didn't have to worry about her shorts too much.
Which is why she put on a pair of hotpants that left pretty much nothing to the imagination, and didn't think twice about it. Then she opened the door to her room and lightly jogged out down the hall, down the stairs, poked her head into the kitchen, found Kasumi.. Standing there topless... Squeezing milk from her chest and using it to help ake a sauce for breakfast...
"G-Good morning sis!" Akane called out.
"Good morning Akane!" Kasumi smiled back at her, not even breaking in stride as she squeezed her tits, milked her tits, releasing yummy scrummy milk into the pan, mixing it in with whatever else she'd put in there. It smelled great, but Akane couldn't see what it was from here, because the tits were in the way. Tits. Tits. Tits!
She pulled herself away, and almost ran into Nabiki, who was up earlier than usual... And strolling around topless. Wearing nohting, in, fact, but a g-string.
"Morning Akane!" Nabiki said. Then pushed her tits into Akane's and promptly frenched her for a full minute. "Going out for a jog?"
"Gotta keep fit," Akane said, completely unfazed by what had just happened. "Have you seen Ranma this morning?"
"Ranma?" Nabiki quipped. "Oh, he's in the training hall working up a sweat. Supposedly, Shampoo, Ukyo and Kodachi are on their way. You'll probably run into them."
Ah, well, knowing her luck she'd probably wind up encountering all three of them en route. The thought made her shudder. Akane gulped nervously, supposedly the whole lot of them thought of themselves as her harem. Whatever that meant.
Deep breath now, and she went on her morning jog, trying to keep her thoughts in line. It wasn't easy. Her tits kept on bouncing underneath her shirt, and before she'd even turned her first corner she was having to fight off the urge to titurbate. Whenever she passed by someone, and they looked her way, she felt a spike of sensation fire right down her spine, ending in her pussy.
Horny? That didn't even begin to cover it. If you got apoplectic for rage, euphoric for joy, and despondent for sadness, then there must surely be a word equivalent to them for the sheer weight of arousal Akane was feeling right now.
She didn't want a harem. If anything, she wanted Ranma to acknowledge her. As a woman, as a martial artist, as an equal... She could make him do that now, but it wouldn't be real. It would be fake, artificial...
But it would also be the hottest thing she could think of. The mere thought of it. Whipping up her top. Demanding that he call her cute, call her sexy, properly train her as a martial artist... it made her legs feel funny. Her head felt light. Like she might lift off at a moment's notice. Oooh~ The very idea of it!
She planted her feet one after the other determined to retain control. Over herself, over her situation. All the while -
<i>Share titnosis</i>.
<I>It felt good to share titnosis</i>
That whispering in her ear. Rewarding her for good behaviour. Admonishing her when she tried to deny it. Reminding her, every now and then, how big and sensitive and perfect her tits were. She had half a mind to turn around right now and order Ranma to rail her, good and hard, until she could think straight again -
"Nihao!"
But when confronted with Shampoo, the notion of thinking straight simply up and vanished. She was wearing her normal cutesy maid uniform, except that to accommodate her now enormous perfect tits, there was a boob window showing off a healthy amount of cleavage.
By which she meant around 90% of it.
"Good morning Shampoo's tits," Akane said. Then shook her head, just in time for Shampoo to push her tits into Akane's and give her a big old tongue filled smooch right on the mouth. This one lasted a whole five minutes, and when it finished, for some reason Akane found herself pushed back against a wall, with Shampoo holding tightly onto her wrists.
And just like before, Akane simply shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Still, the two girls stood well inside each other's personal space, rocking on their heels as though deliberately trying to trace circles around each other's nipples using their own nippes. Which was not what was happening, of course: They were actually doing it completely unconsciously.
"So, what does mistress have in mind for slutty Shampoo today?" Shampoo asked.
"Ah! Ah, well, I was thinking that m-maybe you could help me t-train to become a better martial artist?" Akane offered.
"You mean after orgy?" Shampoo asked. "Or before orgy?"
Orgy...? Who said anything about an orgy?! But before Akane could say anything, Shampoo had reached down, grabbed Akane's butt and pulled her even close, squishing their tits together even more.
"Both... before... and after..." Akane burbled. "Good way to... warm up... and work off steam!"
"That clever, mistress~" Shampoo whispered, and kissed Akane again. Briefer this time, a mere peck for a half second. "Did you think of that, or let tits think it for you?"
Honestly, at this point Akane wasn't sure what the difference was. And that both scared her... and really turned her on.
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