[Episode 64854] [Episode 64854]with a tip of the hat to the folks on the Bun Fu subthread...
Happousai's perfect behavior the rest of the evening worried the inhabitants of the Tendo-Saotome beach rental house. He stole no food, copped no feels, swiped no bras or panties. When he failed to order Soun out of the master bedroom so he could use it, the Tendo patriarch burst into tears- he knew, better than anyone but Genma, that Happousai was planning something truly maleficent if he was being this nice.
The next morning, when Ranma-chan appeared again in that tiny blue bikini- the bikini that only hid the bare essentials if you ignored lumps in the fabric- Happousai ignored it. This only increased the group alarm- except for Ranma, who was too preoccupied with her obnoxious girly swimsuit to pay any attention to the old pervert.
How little they appreciate the sacrifices I make for the Art, Happousai thought, the sheer steely will I must exert to achieve my goals. He forced himself to ignore Ranma's almost-not-there swimwear, Akane's worn shorts and T-shirt combo that hugged her well-toned body so nicely, even Nodoka in her own one-piece swimsuit. His eyes were entirely on Nabiki.
Of course, Nabiki was worth staring at. She had given up the slingshot nipple-grabbing slit-gripper suit for a slightly more modest tank top and full bikini bottom. The top, the lower half cut off, revealed the bottoms of a pair of breasts just a little smaller than Ranma-chan's, and the bikini bottoms stretched tight and thin across her shapely butt, allowing the shadow of her ass-crack to show through the hot yellow cloth.
Lovely... no no! Happousai thought. Focus on the goal! Sooner or later, Nabiki will lead me to Hulk-chan! The thought of those acres upon acres of tits and ass helped salve Happousai's libido; the thought of the power available through the viridian vixen's chi-infused underwear kept him centered on his mission.
His focus was tried still more at Ranma-chan's first photo shoot as Princess of the Beach Festival. Ranma-chan had decided, since he couldn't get out of being the Princess, and since it was only for the week, that she should turn it into training... and then she insulted every beauty contestant ever by terming her study of female model motion 'sulutujitsu,' or Slut Fu.
As she danced through the surf to the sound of a dozen cameras, Ranma-chan began her training, going, as he usually did, completely over the top. She hopped and skipped blatantly, giving her back an extra little arch to boost the bouncing of her tenously contained boobs. When walking, she rocked her hips like a streetwalker, showing off the taut, perfect smoothness of her thong-clad ass. She made frequent bends to splash her hands through the rippling surf; when facing the cameras she wriggled her cleavage, and when facing away she kept her legs spread to show off the bulge of her mound against the thong.
Had Nodoka been present, she would have found nothing either manly or ladylike in Ranma's conduct; however, she was keeping to her self-appointed task of monitoring Genma and Soun's work rebuilding the rental house. Kasumi, likewise, was elsewhere, leaving only Nabiki, Akane, and Happousai to watch as Ranma-chan shifted her approach from Cock Hungry Slut to Virgin Wants It (as she thought of the developing katas).
Ranma-chan's blatant come-on poses gave way to poses that, while appearing innocent, were a lot more revealing. She bounced and skipped, apparently carefree, her tits wobbling until they sprang completely free from their containment; her hands covered the nipples in an instant, and she affected shock for the cameras as her top fell into the surf, all the while seeming to show more skin than ever before.
Using one arm to (supposedly) preserve her modesty, Ranma bent over, legs straight, to retrieve her top with one hand, in the process giving the cameras a direct look at the symmetry of her ass, the thong emerging from her cheeks to just barely cover her pussy. A slight shift of her legs actually pulled the thong off of her mound, but only for a second, and then Ranma-chan rushed to pull it back into place, ending the momentary flash.
Nabiki watched with a mixture of shock and amusement. I can't believe Saotome is getting so into this... and he's GOOD, she thought. She could feel her own nipples hardening from the rapid-fire series of sexy, fuck-me poses... Maybe I should ask Hulk-chan for permission to give Ranma a roll in the hay, if he's that naturally... uh oh, I forgot...
Nabiki turned to face Akane, whose face burned with outrage and mortification... and whose nipples tented up her T-shirt, through the bra, with unacknowledged arousal. When Ranma's faked fumbling with her top flashed nipples here, there and yonder, Nabiki saw Akane's eyes go from their customary brown to a brilliant glowing green.
"Akane," Nabiki said quietly but urgently, "you look ill. You'd better go to your room and lie down. Now." Without a word Akane turned and ran for the rental house, and Nabiki nodded to herself. Now for the distraction, she thought, pulling the cut-off tank top up and off her braless breasts...
Ranma's poses were interrupted as a yellow piece of fabric blew into his face on the breeze. With a shriek Nabiki ran in front of the cameras, her own firm ta-tas, bouncing with every step, as she snatched her top back from the voluptuous redhead. "Oh GAWD I am SO embarrassed!" she shouted as loudly as she could, grabbing her top away from Ranma. "I can't BELIEVE my top just blew OFF like that!" she roared, holding the offending top over her head and showing off her knockers for the cameras and observers. "PLEASE don't look at my virginal but full breasts, oh, I could just DIE with embarrassment!" She held the top loosely across her front and ran... but not too fast, because you can't run fast when you roll your hips like that.
Well, that was a little embarrassing, but at least it put Ranma-chan in her place, Nabiki smirked as she ran. More importantly, every eye is on me and not on my sister...
Wait a minute. Where did Happousai go?
Akane stumbled into her bedroom, the change already making it difficult to move as muscles and bones began reshaping themselves throughout her body. How DARE... that Ranma... show off... like that? Akane's angry thoughts poured through her head. No... shame... at all... and now I... can't stop...
Akane's breasts were already pressing insistently against her bra and T-shirt, leading the transformation. The intoxicating heat that filled her body seemed to focus on those two inflating mounds of flesh, especially on the swollen spikes, hard and tingling, rising like peaks from growing mountains.
Her thighs began to stretch the legs of her shorts, her thews bulging as her nerves twitched and misfired with waves of pleasant warmth. Her butt began to widen along with her hips, rounding, filling out in sleek, powerful elegance, pressing the canvas of her shorts into a skin-tight layer covering her pelvis, hugging the tight, wet hump of her sex.
How dare she look... so sexy... Fire pulsed through her veins, through her mind, burning away everything but pleasure. She collapsed forward, catching herself on the lower railing of her broken bed, groaning as her flexed arms ripped apart the sleeves of her T-shirt. Her shoulders, widening and broadening as muscle and bone doubled and redoubled in mass, slid through the resulting holes and took all slack out of the garment. The shirt stretched tight across striated back and pneumatic chest, pulling the lower hem up until it vanished underneath the lower edges of her inflating spheres. Those spheres grew even more spherical as, with a loud series of snaps, her bra gave away against their irresistible weight.
The sandals that Akane hadn't remembered to slip off in the entryway split apart, cheap plastic straps snapping as her foot widened and lengthened along with the rest of her body. The sound only heightened her arousal, already at fever pitch, and the rubbing of her bunched-up panties against her swollen pussy lips only made the pleasure more intense. She began rolling her hips, imagining Ranma-kun's massive cock sliding into that twitching quim, rubbing her inner walls with delicious heat. The overstretched shorts began to split, the gap around her ass growing wider with every hump.
As the growing muscles of her torso ripped open the back of her T-shirt, it revealed pale green skin, the same flesh tone running through the rest of her exposed body, similar to the highlights running through her growing dark hair. She tossed her head, sending the wavy mane dancing, rocking her chest forward against the last barrier holding her stupendous gazongas in check, groaning as that fabric rubbed against her erect teats.
She felt herself approaching climax, the rough friction of fabric against cunt and tit, the memory of Ranma-chan's lewd poses working their will on her. Her humping increased, her arms and legs flexing larger and larger, bulging with muscle, pulsing with her heartbeat. Her insides knotted, something deep within her turning to jelly as she rocked, jiggled, and groaned her way to orgasm.
When it hit, it hit HARD. The explosion of sexual release ran through her system like a volcanic eruption, causing every muscle to flex in one massive convulsion. The remains of her T-shirt and shorts ripped apart in the explosion of might, sliding off her body to fall to the floor. The metal bed rail snapped in her hands, crushed in her hysterical grip. Her panties, the only surviving bit of her clothing, curled and rolled between her asscheeks and thighs, soaked to dripping from her juices.
Hulk-chan panted for breath as the spasms of her climax and transformation faded away. Oh... Ranma, you naughty, naughty boy-chick... your lips may say no, but your body says right fucking now! Pausing to adjust her overstretched, half-ripped panties into some measure of coverage, she strode out of the room, mind focused on only one goal: finding Ranma-chan and making her metamorphic fantasy reality.
From the shadows of the ceiling, Happousai dropped to the bedroom floor. He picked up the scraps of Akane's shredded clothing, holding it to his face, breathing deeply of her musk... and of the chi radiating from its surface. Too quickly, far too quickly, both were exhausted... but now Happousai had what he wanted.
So, Hulk-chan is really Akane! he thought. And yet... A quick rifling of Akane's underwear drawer verified his suspicions. Akane's underwear doesn't have that same charge. Only clothing that Hulk-chan wears has that chi supercharge.
And apparently Hulk-chan can't wear much of anything that Akane has... which means I shall have to make a great personal sacrifice if I am to attain my desires...
Happousai hopped out the window, only a moment before Kasumi entered, wheeling a cart behind her carrying a welding torch and several bars of high-strength welding stock...
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