Anyone sane would be extremely jealous of Ranma Saotome at this moment in time. Really, really jealous. I mean, holy christ, he's surrounded by - let's count here. There's Akane, Nabiki, Ukyo and Shampoo at various states of bimbofication. They all wanted a piece of him. Including Nabiki. They all wanted a piece of him. Right here. Right now. And they didn't much mind having to wait a little bit, and they didn't mind sharing.
This was pretty much the opposite of the problem Ranma usually had. Sort of. He didn't actually want to hook up with any of these girls under normal conditions anyway, but he did have issues with how they would get really jealous of each other if he spent too much time or spent too much of his focus on one or another.
Instead, they were working together to get him laid. That was their goal, and by god they were gonna get what they were wanting. Akane had a real good hold of his junk right now. A really, really good hold. He was, for lack of a better word, completely stuck. Totally fucked, or at least he was about to be!
But he didn't want that. Especially not with them being the way they were! Not like this... Not like this!
Looking around in sheer desperation, Ranma saw his chance. For once, he was glad to have this stupid curse! An errant glass of cold water that Akane had missed!
"Akane, I'm gonna give you what you want!" Ranma groaned. As expected, they were just barely stupid enough that they fell for it. Hook, line, sinker! "I'm gonna give you a cute girl to play with!"
He grabbed the cold water and splashed himself before the four of them could react. His manhood vanished, and this one time he felt a weighty relief wash over him. Phew! Now Ranma felt safe.
Alas, that illusion would not last long.
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Nabiki was pretty far along at this point. Not as far as Akane, but she was pretty stupid right now. Looking over the situation, her mind was going to irrational places. Dumb places. The sorts of places her normally cold and clinical mind would never, ever go.
Places like - just to pick an example - what would be the best way, the absolute best way to make sure she got that dogi on her again as soon as possible? She was trying to think of something smart right now, you know? She knew they were all addicted to it. She knew that they all wanted it. So? So? What should they do now? Tee hee! They'd been about to get dicked down by Ranma, but he'd had to spoil their fun by getting himself absolutely soaking wet~
Which is when she'd had her idea. Her really stupid idea. The sort of idea that someone that's stupid would write out for a smart person to employ, thinking it was foolproof while actually serving to prove that the only fool around was them.
"Like, hey, Shampoo!" Nabiki whispered, while Ukyo and Akane were pouting at Ranma and trying to block her from leaving. "Don'tcha think Ranma's girl form would look super cute dressed up in that thing?"
"You is right," Shampoo said. "Go get her!"
And so it was! The dogi flowed off her, and made a beeline right for Ranma. It wrapped around her body like a glove, leaving the pigtailed beauty gasping in fright.
"No, no, no get off get off get - Oooooh, nooooo~"
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If Ranma thought she was panicking before, now she was really starting to black out from panic! Ah! Ah! Get it off, get it off get it off! She'd seen what this thing did to the other girls, she'd been fully aware of what it did to their minds and their bodies, and -
~Oooh~
No, no, no! Ranma slapped herself across the face to keep herself from going insane. She tried to hit the belt buckle, thinking that would get rid of the damned thing - but her arms wouldn't move! This thing was too tight around her arms and legs, and -
~Oooooh~
She could feel it ripple across her body, pressing its pressure points and forcing Ranma to feel really, really good. She bit her tongue. It was the only thing she could do to keep the pain off, and -
"You know what?" Akane said, suddenly filling Ranma's vision. "Um, we'd have been, like, super happy getting dicked by boy Ranma, but girl Ranma's not a bad consolation prize, like, at all~"
Akane grabbed Ranma's jaw and pulled her mouth open and in came her tongue her tongue her tongue! Akane was gonna kill her for this when she snapped out of it! Not even because she would blame Ranma for it, more like - more like!
Mmmmmm~
You see, that's the problem when dealing with a proper bimbo. The one thing they're really good at is seduction, and right now, Ranma was surrounded by girls who all wanted a piece of her (well, strictly speaking, her boy form) who were in various stages of bimbofication. With the girl Ranma was the most into being the furthest along by quite a bit.
Ranma's hands drifted to grab Akane's butt. It was the suit's fault. It was the suit making her do it! Oh, but was it also the suit's fault that her fingers were digging in? Wriggling around, trying to get the best possible grip on this fine piece of ass?
Shampoo moved in next. Her lips met Ranma's neck, and sent shudders down her spine. On the left and the right, there was a ridiculously curvaceous girl affectionately making out with her, pushing their huge boobs into Ranma, their hands grabbing for Ranma's own body, instinctively adding to the addictive, maddening pleasure she was already feeling from this stupid corrupting dogi!
But the other two were not remaining idle either. Ukyo was hugging Ranma from the back, kissing the other side of her neck and pushing those big boobs into Ranma's back! Ah! If only she had another hand! Right now, she had a hand on Akane's butt and a hand on Shampoo's! It wasn't fair it wasn't fair it wasn't fair~ To lose like this was - it was beyond the pale!
As for Nabiki, she'd ducked down and started to lick Ranma's pussy through the dogi. If there was any question of whether or not the dogi itself was playing along, that notion could be easily dispelled right here and now. It was definitely, absolutely trying to help these girls corrupt her!
"Mmm, you'll make such a cute bimbo~" Nabiki purred. "Tee hee! Stop fighting it, silly! The sooner you stop fighting it, the sooner I can get it~"
The situation seemed completely hopeless. Even now, Ranma was already drowning in lust. Her instincts as a bimbo were starting to awaken, and she was rapidly learning from Akane's own lips and tongue, starting to push back and make her squeal into Ranma's mouth. Everything felt good. Everything felt amazing. There was nothing to worry about anymore.
However, there's a little something about Ranma Saotome that the other girls didn't have going on here. Ranma Saotome... was the main character. Okay, that's actually a joke, relax, it doesn't mean plot armour or anything like that. God knows, Ranma gets his shit handed to him (or, uh, her) on the regular for one reason or another.
What it does mean though? Ranma has a bit of a deeper well to dig into. Is a little bit smarter when the chips were down, and their back was to the wall. Although what could she do in this situation? The dogi had control over her limbs. Akane, Ukyo and Shampoo between them were able to control her head. So what was there that could be done here?
The answer was... hip motion. Yes, really. The dogi was focused on Ranma's limbs, making sure she didn't do anything too untoward. Which they didn't seem to be. Indeed, they were groping onto Akane and Shampoo's butts as if for dear sweet life. Pulling the two girls together while they were at it, and -
In turn, pinning Nabiki's head directly in between them. Thus, all Ranma had to do was push forwards with her hips like this, even as the dogi itself wrapped around her legs to keep them in place, and then -
Hey presto! She'd managed to push the belt buckle up against Nabiki's forehead.
In the blink of an eye, the dogi fell apart, stitch by stitch, falling around Ranma like rainfall. There was a gasp of horror, a gasp of fright, a gasp of total realisation of what exactly Ranma had done -
"No, no, no!" Nabiki groaned. She grabbed at the scraps and rubbed them up against her skin. "But, like, I need it! I need it soooo bad!"
"Do-Chan!" Akane cried out. "Ranma, you meanie!"
"Nnnnrgh~" Shampoo grunted. "Airen, that too too mean thing to do!"
"But, like, Ranchan!" Ukyo pouted. "Why? Why would you do that to us?"
Ranma opened her mouth as the girls split away from her, then sank to her knees and let out a wail of total regret.
"I'm so sorry!" Ranma said, clutching onto her own body. "Oh! Ohhhhh! D-Dammit, I need it! I know what it will do to me, but... I don't care, I gotta have it back on me, and I ruined it!"
Alas, it seemed that it was already too late, even for the 'main character'. For now, she too was addicted to the dogi - that none of them would ever wear again!
Unless, that is....
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