Ranma crawled deleriously into the living room, with Mini-Mousse clenched tightly in her pussy; his struggles sending her over the edge. She found Nabiki sprawled with her back on the table while her gentleman caller stuffed his meat into her snatch and watched her six breasts bounce with each thrust. Akane was making do with laying beneath him and running her long tongue over his balls and pushing it up his arse. Even as a catgirl she had run second to a sister in the competition for Doctor Tofu’s affections.
Ranma wondered if the tall blonde, who was only half-wearing a maid’s outfit, was the good doctor’s new nurse or something. The doctor certainly seemed to enjoy nursing on her breasts when not playing with Nabiki’s dugs.
Soun had called the doctor over to check on Genma, but the horny catgirl sisters had started to seduce him as soon as he arrived and Soun’s compulsion to take care of a guest’s needs had kicked in. Genma had recovered during the action, but promptly passed out again as soon as he realised what was going down (which had been Soun on Tofu, Nabiki on Soun and Akane on Nabiki at the time).
Akane was growing frustrated at the lack of attention and was even almost starting to consider using the unconcious Genma for relief. When Ranma and Akane entered and she would have taken her frustration out on them if the doctor hadn’t been sitting on her face at the time. Then Shampoo reacted to the smell and shoved her muzzle into the horny girl’s snapper and started lapping up honeydew. Akane moaned gratefully and treated Tofu’s balls as a lollypop with renewed vigor.
“Nya, look what Rranma found!” the red-furred catgirl reached between her legs and pulled a cum soaked Mini-Mousse out with her teeth by a leg, then presented the shrunken master of hidden weapons to the doctor with all the pride of a cat dropping a mouse on her owner’s lap. Only it wasn’t a lap that Mousse landed on, but between something soft, round and furry.
“Meowrl! That tickless!” Nabiki giggled and poked at the object lying between the mounds of her breasts causing it to squirm in protest. She lifted him by one foot and licked her lips. “Meow. Rranma brring Nabiki a tassty trreat?”
Mousse squeeked in protest (his voice shrunk with the rest of him) and tried to find something to fend off those needle sharp teeth. However, even the fish hook he kept behind his ear had been left, normal sized on the ground when the catgirls had dined on chocolate Mousse.
“Is not mouse,” Ranma protested. “Is Mousse! Not for eating!”
“Mmm, but Mousse is too tasty,” Nabiki countered, applying her tongue to Mousse like a thick, wet, rasping towel to his initial releif, then sqwarks of protest. “Mousse tastes like girl! And chocolate!”
“Nabiki rright,” Ranma agreed, licking the mini-boy’s backside. “Mousse is sweet.”
The doctor, meanwhile, had come inside Nabiki, adjusted his glasses and reached for the shrunken martial artist. “May I see that, dear?”
“Oh, my! What is going on here?” Kasumi asked as she entered the room and took in the debauchery. Was that her father giving the doctor a back rub? She hadn’t expected getting help around the house to have that effect but ... well she’d been treated like a maid for so many years so it was only fair. Of course she couldn’t leave him like that - at least not full time but maybe with a Jusenkyo curse she could still have part time help?
However, at the moment her attention was riveted on the good doctor who:
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