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Author’s Note: Dealing A New Hand is the next part of a series of
interconnected stories that started with the Story, Playtime for
Puddles. It is advised you read that story first. If it is not posted
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Dealing a New Hand: Part 1, Akane
Akane was surprised how quickly she had grown used to nudity at the resort. This place seemed much too stupendous for a family that owned a broken down Dojo. But Akane, like the rest of the Tendo family was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Thus it was that she found herself strutting her stuff about this massive resort community. It was at least more relaxing then their last adventure in which they attempted to return to Jusyenko. The only result of that fiasco was Akane’s drowning and almost dieing in one of those stupid springs and the realization that if Ranma had found the spring of Drowned Man it would not have resulted in a cure, but only Ranma becoming a hermaphrodite. This was discovered when, upon finding the spring of the Drowned Girl, Shampoo impulsively jumped into to it, only to emerge as a full-sized cat girl. She suddenly knew too well why her grandmother had warned her not to do such a thing
Happosai quickly threw in Mousse and Genma after that. He reasoned that he preferred a duck girl and a Panda girl to a duck and a panda. Everyone had to admit that the results were quite cute and fetching, but no one wanted to stick around to see what other ideas Happosai might have in mind. They had tied him up, slapped him, shot him, run him over with a steamroller, placed him inside a missile, and shot him into outer space, aimed for the sun, but nobody felt certain that they had seen the end of him.
Still, Alkane wanted to continue her Any-things Goes Martial arts style. She was unsure if she really was a practitioner of the style or what precisely the style consisted of, but she was glad to practice it anyhow. She was delighted to discover that they had Dojos here at the resort, even ones that were for women only. Thus it was that she could practice her art in privacy, without a stitch of clothing on.
She had to admit she did find it liberating being able to jump, twist, and punch without being inhibited by the robes she wore when she worked out at home.
Nowadays she dared not do that at home. There was no telling when that pervert Ranma might walk in. Ever since their return from Jusyenko all they ever did was argue. Ever since Ranma had learned that he was probably destined to remained cursed he had, if anything, become more an arrogant jerk. The difference was that he was now sullen and angry about the cards that fate had dealt him. Not only was he stuck with this curse, he was still stuck with being engaged with three girls that he could no nothing about. Akane secretly suspected that Ranma liked the attentions that he received from so many girls and when he did get married he could only have one of them. She suspected that he really did not want to marry any one of them but the entire unending situation was frustrating him. She suspected that something was about to give.
Then she realized that it appeared to be the ceiling. Up until this point she had not given much thought, only that it was a weird florescent purple. She had bounced off it a couple of times and realized that it was rubber. Now it seemed to be liquefying. It was beginning to slowly fall in thick, rubbery goop.
Akane’s first thought was that in her exuberance she had broken something, maybe a seal that kept the stuff together.
Akane’s first reaction was to reach up and see if she could find the rip and push the stuff back in. She stretched up to get a better look. Still there was no sign of a rip, or even a plastic covering. Instead the entire ceiling seemed to be a withering mess of living pulsating rubber.
Quickly her eyes glanced over at the door to the Dojo. Already the purple ooze had sealed it shut. She was trapped.
The she felt a warm rubbery substance fall onto the top of her head. It began to seep into her hair. She exclaimed, “Ooo,” and tried to get from underneath it. Then her eyes grew with fear and her jaw dropped for the ooze was somehow holding her head fast. She could not move it.
Her eyes flashed with anger. Akane angrily exclaimed, “If it is a fight you want, it is a fight you will get!” She raised her fist defiantly. Suddenly another stream of goop shot down and grabbed her fist. Again she attempted to shake her hand free, only to discover it too was held fast.
She began to struggle in earnest now. But it did not stop another column of goop from attaching itself on her other shoulder. She watched in horror as another column of the stuff raced down and grabbed her thigh. The rubbery ooze began to spread down her arm and up her leg. Some of the goop slid over her eyes and down her cheek.
It began to her side as the column coming down her arm and up her leg merged at her ribcage and began to spread across her body. It oozed behind her neck and over her left breast. Soon her right arm was entirely cocooned. Her left arm was mostly so. Only a grasping, struggling hand remained free. But it was unable to grab anything. It could only flail helplessly.
Suddenly she felt herself being lifted off the floor by the mass. It was inhumanly strong and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The goop started to force the covered right knee up as if she was making a high step. She strained to stop it but it was too strong.
Now, as her head and body dangled from the ceiling, her free leg continued to kick wildly. But then a tendril of goop shot from her arm and onto the lower leg. She began to scream when she realized that she could only swing the limb right and left. The rubbery substance continued to cover her body as she continued to shout invectives.
Her shouts stopped in mid curse. She felt something. Thick, oozing tendrils were beginning to explore her neither reasons. She could feel thick, hard; hard pulsating heads were beginning push their way through her cunt lips and asshole. She could only imagine what they looked like, for she could not turn her head to look down. But in moments Akane needed no imagination, for a third column had disengaged itself and was inching its way to her mouth.
Akane started to scream, “Stay away or I’ll....” Her words were cut short as the rod thrust itself into her mouth. She felt it grow and slide down her throat just as the other tendrils were working their way into her womb and stomach.
Meanwhile she felt her other leg being pulled up against her body. Her belly began to swell as fluids began to pump into her body. She could see the blurry gunk sliding over her eye. Her knees were forced into an open position. She was torn between hoping somebody would rush in to rescue her and the embarrassment she would feel if they saw her in this exposed position. Time went on and the girl felt the purple ooze continued to cover her body. The last part to be covered was the tip of her left nipple.
By this time Akane was through caring. Her body began to spasmodically jerk and sway, as she was overwhelmed with waves of pleasure. Her mind became hazy as it was assaulted by wave after wave of orgasmic release.
The coating covering her body became thicker. Her outstretched arms and pulled up legs became indistinct. Her face became a blank slate, only the coating over her short hair and nipples jutting out from her round breasts
Akane continued to jerk as Puddles continue to digest his stubborn, feisty meal. Puddles took its time as it feasted on this passionate girl. Gradually Akane the girl seized to exist to be replaced by a rubber object waiting to be harvested.
Akane realized that she was no longer human. She was unsure what she was but the reason for her existence was to elicit sexual desire and orgasmic release of the human population around her.
At last Puddles had finished with its meal. It decided to retreat back into its warren. Slowly it began to disengage from the now rubber doll. As the rubbery sticky ooze began to slide up Akane one of her legs popped free. Its foot fell and dangled underneath the cocoon that contained Akane. Then a second slimy leg popped free. As Puddle withdrew more of itself into the ceiling the outline of the new doll began to be revealed. Akane's torso rolled down, her legs opening to reveal two red fuck holes. Slowly the doll’s arms began to slide down and open. Soon they were dangling a few centimeters from the doll’s hips.
Goop began to roll and drip off the doll’s breasts. They began to assert themselves as they rose to a permanently erect state. A surge of pleasure spread through her body, spreading from her nipples. Ooze began to seep out of the round fuck hole that used to be Akane’s mouth.
Soon a brand-new sex doll dangled from a single thin strand from the ceiling, like a shapely purple fruit waiting to be picked. Eventually the doll became aware the presence of another. The doll could hear the door open as the other being entered the Dojo. It could hear the footsteps of the person as they walked towards the doll. In her peripheral vision she could see the blurry presence of the individual coming closer.
More specifically she could the feel desire; the overwhelming desire that the being felt for her. She found it intoxicating. She wanted to be owned by this individual, who would use her the way she was meant to be used.
He stopped just short of her, examining the hanging doll. Akane could see him in her peripheral vision. She stained to move her eyes and discovered she could move them just a tiny bit. But she could still not move her head. He started to walk again. Studying the doll he began to walk in a circle so that he could better examine his new possession. At last he came into view. He said, “Akane, purple becomes you. I do not believe I have ever seen you looking better.”
It was Ranma, obviously enjoying this moment. He continued, “I guess this means the engagement is off. I could marry you but only a pervert would marry a sex doll. I know you would never stand for being married to a pervert. I guess I will have to keep you for my own private amusement. Memories flashed back to the first time he had seen her in the buff. She had opened a door to the bathroom, not knowing that he was a male. At the time she had claimed that he was a pervert. Now she fervently hoped he was.
Ranma swapped his hand around the back of Akane’s waist. He bounced her up just a little bit and the let her drop a few centimeter. With a tiny pop, the top of her head became detached from the tiny stem from the ceiling. Akane’s entire body jiggled and bounced enticingly. A surge of pleasure ran through the doll. Ranma even quivered a little bit. Ranma joked, “I guess you are not a tomboy any more. Even if you are it does not matter, does it?”
The tiny stem slipped back into the ceiling, which was flush again. Ranma looked up and said, “Thanks Puddles!”
Then he turned his attention to the doll resting in his hands. He said, “Yep, you never looked better. Mind you, you still do hold a candle to me when I am a girl.” He made a loud, triumphant laugh. Inside Akane shouted, “RAMNA, stop gloating and fuck me already!”
But he was not through. He raised one hand so that it cupped Akane’s breast. He began to gently squeeze and play with it. Not so long ago such an action would have earned Ranma a slap and a verbal dressing down. Now only she hoped that he would not stop there. He said, “You know what I like most about you this way, Akane? I love the fact that you are all mine now. I can do what I want to do without the worry about your glaring look or a verbal dressing down. Never again will you argue with me, especially that P-Chan! He can find some one else’s to sleep with at night.
Akane’s mind returned to think about her little pet. Ramna had always hated her little pet. He was always persecuting the tiny thing. For some reason it had always enraged him that her piglet would cuddle against her in her bed. She had to admit that she had enjoyed his little snout rubbing against her nipples and cunt. Sometime it even seemed as if he knew what he was doing. Now it seemed just petty that Ranma would act so possessively. Akane reasoned in her current state she would have made an excellent bed for her pet. . She could have enjoyed his inquisitive, little snout of his. She hoped her pet would be all right now.
Ranma happily walked back to the room where he and his father had been sleeping. Inside, he placed Akane on his bed. She lay before him and her legs slowly opened up to him invitingly. She watched him slip out of his clothing with mounting excitement. She was about to be used! It had been a pleasant walk over here as she monitored his growing excitement about holding such a sensuously wiggling object.
Moments later the nude Ranma was pressing his hard member against Akane’s red fuck hole. He felt her thighs gently pressing against his hips as the fuck hole’s wall exerted wonderful pressure against his cock. He reached forward as he thrust forward and pressed the palms of his hands against her breasts. He felt orbs jiggle and bounce in his hands as he thrust forward. Her entire body quivered. He pressed himself into her hips. She compressed and then bounced back as he withdrew. He felt a surge of power and pleasure as he did so. He thrust forward again and again her body responded again and again. He never realized that anything to be so pleasurable. This might be even more pleasurable a good martial arts bout, and that was saying something. He picked up his pace and too soon was pumping into the doll. The doll loved every moment of it.
She even grew more excited when he flipped her over so that he could make use of her rear fuck-hole. Over the course of the next few hours Ranma explored his new doll and the various ways he could find pleasure from it.
Satisfied, he slipped the sheets off the bed. He placed his doll on the mattress. He placed the sheets back pressing his doll between the sheets and the mattress. He leapt into the bed and allowed himself to sink into her. Her body gave way as she cushioned his every curve. Again he laughed triumphantly. Akane thought, “Ranma, sometimes you can be such a jerk!”
A few minutes later Ranma watched the door to the room open. Ranma watched the robed vestige of his father entering the room. He shouted, “How’s it going, Dad!”
Genma looked at his son suspiciously. He asked, “You’re in a good mood. What have you been up to, today?”
Ranma answered, “Not much. I picked some fruit!”
Genma asked, “Fruit? What kind of fruit?”
Ranma answered, “A plum I think.” He felt the pressure of Akane’s breasts and hips pressing him. At last it was the color of a plum.”
“Genma exclaimed, “Just one. Must have been some plum.”
Ranma answered, “You’re right, dad. Maybe tomorrow I will go pick me some more.” Akane felt just great scrunched underneath him. He could only imagine what it would be like to have anther fiancé or one of Akane’s sisters joining her.
Genma said, Perhaps I will go along and pick some fruit with you.”
“Find your own fruit. This fruit is all mine!”
“At least take Akane along. She is your fiancée.”
Ranma said, “Maybe you are right. I think Akane and I will be doing a lot together!”
Ginma studied his son. He asked, “Are you all right?”
“I told you, I have never felt better in my life.”
“That mattress looks awfully lumpy. Perhaps we should find you another one.”
Ranma said, “This is the most comfortable mattress I have ever had in my life.” Then his body began to convulse as she started to laugh manically.
Underneath Akane could feel every twist and jerk of her owner’s body. She enjoyed the sensations she could not help but wonder, “Ranma sometimes you are a girl too. What are you going to do if that thing that got a hold of me gets a hold of you?” She knew what Ranma was planning but she had a distinct feeling that one of these days it would be Ranma that would be joining her as a makeshift mattress.