Story: Akane's Titnosis

 

Tits ruled at the Tendo dojo. Tits were unquestioned. Tits were supreme. In particular, Akane's tits, whether she wanted them to or not. Right now, at this very moment, she was wearing her normal gi, but -

Let's just say adjustments had to be made. There wasn't enough material for her to wear it normally, you have to understand. Her trousers still fit fine. She could get her belt around her waist as normal - mostly, as her arms were getting a little bit blocked by the extra, uh, mass around her chest and that restricted her movement a little bit while twisting and reaching down there.

It was the top that was, to put it simply, stripperific. Akane stared at herself in the mirror in total disbelief. First thing she'd given up on was the idea of hiding her midriff. That was flat out impossible. The next concession had to be her cleavage. There was gonna be a neckline, she was not able to get this properly closed...

But that created other problems because she couldn't tuck it shut over her chest properly. Oh, and she couldn't wear an undershirt either. That was the next concession. She couldn't use her belt to wrap it shut because, once again, her midriff was exposed - she couldn't get the material low enough on her body to tie it shut.

She'd considered tying the lower half of her top into a knot, but the material was too thick for that. Besides which, it would mean that even more of her body would be put on display, and she was pretty sure all the movement she'd be doing would make the knot come untied anyway. So what did she have to do here?

The answer was quite clever. She used her undershirt as a makeshift second belt, wrapping that around her body just underneath her tits to keep the whole thing together. It meant that she had a lot more on display than she liked, but then her tits told her that this was fine, that they would behave themselves and not slip out any more than this, as she did need to do her training.

That was quite nice of her tits, making a concession like that. She'd have to pay them back later. The only thing they seemed to want was to be motorboated by Ranma, while he fucked her nice and deep, and - A shudder passed clean through her body. Yeah, yeah that sounded pretty fucking sweet.

Anyway, she arrived soon enough at the training hall, where she found Shampoo waiting for her. Wearing a leotard instead of her normal... Huh! That was smart, actually. She'd been able to adjust the material to hide her bigger than normal tits. Maybe Akane would have had an easier time with a leotard instead...?

"Nihao mistress!" Shampoo chirped happily. "Shampoo help Akane become better martial artist!"

That mistress thing made Akane feel so weird. On the one hand, she didn't want to be a mistress. On the other hand? It made her tits feel really good. Akane shook it off though - Focus on training. She stepped to the middle of the floor ready to begin. Maybe a nice warmup spar would - 

Except, no, to her surprise Shampoo simply slipped behind her and began to rub Akane's shoulders? Huh? What the - 

"Akane too too wound up," Shampoo said. "Lot of tension in shoulders and back. Makes your movement predictable."

"Huh?" Akane grunted while trying to not melt underneath those fingers. "What do you - Ohhhhh~"

"Shampoo means," her former enemy whispered in her ear. Her hot breath at Akane's neck. "For most enemies, Akane strong and fast enough to whip them good and hard. Against strong enough enemies? Movements predictable. Might as well be half as fast. See coming from mile away."

"B-But -" Akane began.

"You plenty strong and fast enough, technique fine too," Shampoo continued. "But it easy to see where you plan to hit. Notice you always hit Ranma when you angry enough?"

Huh? Akane had always figured Ranma had let her hit him due to an unconscious recognition that he deserved punishment. 

"But he dodge you fine when you spar, yes?" Shampoo continued, her hands seeming to be everywhere, and then - Akane felt the pressure of Shampoo's leotard clad tits pushing into her back. "That because you not tense in that moment. He can sense danger, but no can sense where danger coming from."

Huh? What? Huh? "What are you saying?" Akane asked.

"Is same problem with you all time," Shampoo said, and then her hands slid down from Akane's shoulder... into her gi top. Grabbing onto Akane's tits. And when she did, Akane forgot how to form words. Her vocabulary became less coherent than the plank of wood she was standing on right now. "Overthinking. Overthink when you cook. Overthink when you swim. Overthink when talk with Ranma. When you stop thinking, you get what you really want."

She wanted to argue back, but her tongue just wanted to flop around uselessly inside her mouth. Akane gurgled incoherently because, once again, the plank of wood she was standing on right now was more coherent than her.

"Akane think too much around Ranma. Think about what he mean. What Akane mean. What he think Akane mean. Then say wrong thing, or read wrong meaning from thing he's saying. It his fault too, of course, but - "

Squeeeeeze~ 

"Stop think," Shampoo whispered. "Then be happy. You have Ranma on silver platter. You get stronger. Better cook. Better swimmer. Just stop thinking."

Just stop thinking. That's all that she had to do. Stop thinking. Stop. Thinking. Let her tits think for her, and stop thinking for herself. What did she want? What did she actually want for herself?

To be a better martial artist. To be a better cook. To be able to swim. To be Juliet in an actual play. And also?

She wanted to have sex with Ranma. Lots and lots and lots of sex. She was in denial about it, but she liked him a lot a lot a lot lot lot lot LOT but wanted him to admit to liking her as well, admit to thinking she was cute, admit to thinking she was sexy. For him to stop being stupid and shy and get rid of the other girls all over him and - 

And... get rid of the other girls all over him? Why? They're so cute, and you're making out with Shampoo right now while she's fondling your tits. Why? Why would you get rid of that? Why, why why? The answer was simple: You're overthinking it again. Overthinking. Overthinking. Overthinking, stop thinking, think with tits. Stop thinking, think with tits.

If you think with tits you'll have lots and lots of hot sex. Hot sex is really good, really fun, takes the tension off, and - 

Shampoo pulled away all of a sudden, then circled around towards Akane's front, into a battle posture. She gestured for Akane to come for her, and - 

Without thinking Akane swung up with her leg. It felt lazy, but Shampoo was barely able to get her arm up in time to stop it. Huh? The girl tumbled to the side, her enormous tits not really preventing her from moving properly at all, but weirdly Akane could sorta see... Her leg was tensing up, and she was putting some torque into her shoulder. Which meant that -

It happened in the blink of an eye. Shampoo's hand shot clear for Akane's face - and met an open hand instead, while Akane's other arm was already moving in to punch Shampoo in the stomach -

Only to meet her own open hand.

"See?" Shampoo said with a twinkle in her eye. "You has plenty skill and strength and speed, is only not use it right."

"Oh!" Akane gasped. Yes, hse was right. She'd been able to keep up with Shampoo there. "So I just need to stop thinking - "

"No, you still need to work on strength and speed," Shampoo said. 

Shampoo stepped closer, her eyes tracking the heavy sway of Akane's chest. The gi top strained, the makeshift belt digging into Akane's ribs to keep the massive mounds from spilling over.

"Strength not just in arms," Shampoo explained, circling Akane like a predator. "Strength in core. But Akane have new center of gravity. Very heavy. Very... distracting."

Akane felt a hot thrumming in her chest. Her tits were heavy, huge and perfect, but they were also humming, a low-frequency vibration that echoed in her skull. <i>Let us lead, Akane,</i> they whispered in a collective, sultry voice that made her toes curl. </i>Forget the rules. Feel the weight of our perfection. Take what you want. Grab this hot Chinese slut and sit on her face while you kiss that boy/girl you're so fond of...

"I can handle it," Akane countered, though her voice lacked conviction. "I just need to adjust my stance."

"Stance is easy. Controlling momentum is hard." Shampoo stopped directly in front of her, the fabric of her leotard stretched translucent over her own protruding breasts. "We practice resistance. We use our weights to push, to pull, to find balance in the chaos."

Before Akane could ask what that meant, Shampoo lunged, but not with a punch, nor with a kick; rather, she slammed her chest forward. The impact was a wet, heavy thud. Akane's massive tits collided with Shampoo's, the soft, yielding flesh compressing and flattening between them.  Perfection met perfection, and it sent a sensation unlike any other through Akane's whole entire being.

"W-What are you doing?" Akane gasped, her breath hitching.

"Resistance training!" Shampoo chirped, grinding her chest in a slow, circular motion. D-dammit, this was almost unfair! "Feel how weight shifts. If enemy push with mass, you must absorb and redirect. Now, push back! Use your tits to shove Shampoo away!"

Akane groaned. The sensation was overwhelming. The heat radiating from Shampoo's skin, the slick friction of their breasts sliding against each other, the way her own nipples hardened and scraped against the other girl's. It felt obscene, but as the whispers in her mind grew louder, a new logic took hold.

<i>This is just physics, </i>Akane told herself. <i>It's about center of mass. Using the chest as a fulcrum. It's actually... very scientific.</i>

"Like this?" Akane asked, leaning in and heaving her chest forward with a forceful surge.

The collision was louder this time - a squelching, slapping sound as their breasts mashed together. The sheer volume of flesh forced them both backward a step, their bodies trembling from the exertion.

"Yes! More power!" Shampoo encouraged, her voice dropping an octave. She reached up, gripping the sides of Akane's breasts to steady her, her fingers sinking deep into the plush skin. "Feel the muscle under the fat. Push from the diaphragm. Let the tits do the work."

Akane leaned into the contact, her eyes glazing over. She stopped thinking about the dojo, about Ranma, or about modesty. There was only the rhythmic, heavy bounce of their chests and the intoxicating scent of sweat and arousal.

"I... I think I'm getting it," Akane whimpered, grinding her hips forward instinctively.

"Good," Shampoo whispered, nipping at Akane's ear. "Now we see how fast you can move while being... heavily burdened."

Ohhhhh, Akane couldn't believe it. She was having fun training with her mortal enemy, but at the same time? Her body wanted to do nothing else but track down Ranma and force him to compliment her. That probably didn't say healthy things about her mindset, right?