[Episode 65930] [Episode 65930]Sweat poured from Akane's body as she stroked and rubbed her breasts with both hands, groaning with delight at the wonderful heat radiating from her naked body. Her heart raced in her chest as she looked across the room into the mirror, saw the green glow in her eyes, knew that she was changing... and didn't care. She no longer thought about Hulk-chan, or the Bikini Chef contest, or anything other than the pleasure flooding her from her toes to her fingertips.
Akane hummed as she felt the mounds under her palms begin to swell against her hands, growing slowly larger with every stroke. The stiff nubs atop her rising boobs grew harder and harder, resisting her efforts to bend and flatten them with her gropes. She could feel them, like hard thumbs butting against her palms, pushing up as the rest of her tits pushed outward with every swell of fire through her veins.
Akane rose to her knees, spreading them wide and staring down at the swelling thighs surrounding her swelling labial folds. Her legs were growing slowly longer, forcing the sheets under her to shift as bone and tendon grew longer, as her muscles built and bulged from smooth, somewhat ordinary limbs into ridges and lines of power.
Yes... so good... so wonderful... As Akane pushed her swelling jugs together to form an already generous cleavage, she noticed the lumps of muscle rising from each arm, sliding back and forth as her hands squeezed and kneaded her firm titties. Those humps grew with every passing moment, slowly growing as her arms lengthened, her hands grew more shapely, her fingers more slender yet strong.
The heat of the change felt like a flame surrounding Akane, every inch of her burning with wave after wave of desire. Oh, Ranma, I need you IN me... so bad... One of Akane's hands left her inflating bust and slid down her hardening belly, sliding along the sensitive skin already shaping itself over hardened abs, to her sticky crotch. With a shudder she carefully slipped a finger between her nether lips, gasping as her pussy clenched at the digit, her inner muscles pulling at it, trying to draw it in deeper.
Akane stuck both hands between her legs, stuffing three fingers of one into her quim while she used the other to frig off her hard, swollen clitty. With every pump of her pussy she could feel herself growing stronger. Every muscle seemed to flex itself over and over, again and again, growing hotter, stronger, more powerful. Her ass clenched again and again, the muscles building and hardening her behind into a wonderfully full, round rump. Even her inner walls kept flexing in time with the delicious feelings shooting up and down her spine.
The huge breasts billowing from her broad, powerful torso slid forward to overlap Akane's forearms, the huge, heavy volleyballs beginning to take on a distinct green tinge. The rest of her skin was changing to match, the beads of perspiration running along the ripples of her muscular definition gleaming green in the light of Akane's lamp. Even her hair, now growing past her shoulders, had taken on green highlights among its unruly waves.
Akane frigged herself faster and faster, imagining Ranma's huge, thick dork plunging deeper and deeper into her soaking cunt. Oh yes, Ranma, I want you to FUCK me, I want you so bad I can't believe it, HARDER! HARDER, RANMA! Her muscles tightened as they grew ever larger, ever stronger, her body tensing up for a release of incredible proportions.
Hips rocking, boobs jiggling, Akane raced towards her finish, stuffing as much of her hand as she could into her pussy, shuddering as the sheets ripped under her knees. She used the other to bring one nipple to her lips, sucking hard, groaning as her free breast slapped against her forearm with every rock of her pelvis, the firm, spherical jug wobbling in counterpoint to the twitching of her full, perfect ass-cheeks.
Finally, with surprising suddenness, Akane shuddered her way over the peak, the tension and heat of the change erupting into a final blast of pleasure so intense that she fell over backwards onto the bed. Only her huge breast muffled the screams of joy as one orgasmic wave after another slammed through her like freight cars in a train wreck. Juices soaked her hand as her pussy convulsed around her fingers with every spasm of her abdominal muscles.
Finally, the orgasm ran its course, and the 2.3 meter tall form of Hulk-chan lay on the bed, gasping for breath... That... was... so... GOOD... I can't believe how good...
I.
(Pronoun, first person, singular, referring to oneself in the subjective form.)
I'm Akane. I'm not Hulk-chan.
Akane sat up, looking down at acre upon acre of titanic might in a voluptuous green wrapper. This is Hulk-chan's body, isn't it? Why didn't she take over? She looked at her hands, large, powerful, yet unmistakably feminine. She looked at the vast expanse of her bosom, pushed together by her forearms into cleavage beyond belief. In the mirror on her dresser she could see her stiff, thick nipples, the rippling of her abs as she got to her feet, the naturally slinky way she walked as she stepped towards the bureau.
I... have control... over Hulk-chan's body, Akane thought. This is SO COOL! She flexed an arm, watching the muscle rise into a bicep Everest. I could beat that idiot Ranma any day of the week, now! She went into a basic kata, throwing punches into the air with blinding speed and force, rattling the window with the displaced air.
I've never felt so strong in my life! Even when I had the Battle Dogi on! I can beat ANYBODY now!
. . .
... except at cooking. Oh, CRAP.
Akane's sudden joy turned to resentment. The one time I decide to let you have your way on purpose, Hulk-chan, and you run out on me when I really need you. Now what the hell am I-
The window slid open a crack. "Hello? Anyone- oh, Hulk-chan!" Happousai threw the window completely open and hopped inside.
Akane, still being in full possession of her mental faculties, reacted as she normally would; she shrieked in terror, grabbed the covers, and wrapped them as best she could around her frame. "What do you think you're DOING?" she gasped.
"It's seven AM," Happousai said, sounding hurt. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten our deal..."
"Deal?" Hulk-chan makes deals with Happousai?
"The swimsuit?" Happousai held up what appeared to be a middle-sized wad of red yarn.
"Oh, the DEAL," Akane said, taking the yarn from Happousai and untangling it into... well... This is his idea of a swimsuit? This isn't a swimsuit, this is floss. I can't be seen like...
But Hulk-chan goes out like this all the time... or completely naked... Akane let the sheets drop from her otherwise naked body and worked herself into the stringiest of all string bikinis ever devised. The bottoms did have a little fabric, just a little... just barely enough. The top had none whatsoever, only two triangles of tight yarn mesh that, truth be told, didn't hide her nipples at all.
This is obscene. "It's so cute!!" she forced herself to say, smiling with grit teeth and allowing a little hop that sent the barely-contained bosom bobbling. "How sweet of you to find this for me! You're such a marvel, you old- master Happousai!"
Happousai, far from looking pleased, seemed ready to have a coronary. "And now... the panties... like you promised?"
Hulk-chan promised Happousai her panties? "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot! You know, you really shouldn't startle a girl in her bedroom like that. Use the door from now on, okay?"
"Certainly, lovely Hulk-chan," Happousai nodded. "The panties, please?"
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