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Nabiki the Teenage Witch: Part One, Swimsuit Competition
Nabiki watched them taking Genma Saotome away as she counted the money she had made selling him. He had been busy lately. One thing she found was the Pail of Permanence. For now on Genma would be a Panda in a private zoo. With the proceeds she would buy a book, a book on transformational magic.
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Akane and Shampoo both greedily looked at the lone swimsuit. Each was determined that she would wear it. It was a nice swimsuit but nothing special. It was a one piece, bright purple on side and florescent green on the other. Probably the only reason that one wanted it was because the other girl wanted it. That was enough. The two girls had a rivalry that went back to almost the day they met, the day that Shampoo had decided that she too was Ranma’s fiancée.
Ever since that day, Shampoos had continually attempted to trick or charm Ranma into marring her. Akane had diligently been blocking her every effort. There were days that they could be almost friends, but this was not one of those days. All their frustration and anger with each other was about to explode. This though was not over Ranma. The object of both their desires was that swim suit. Both were nude, in a changing room, on the beach and there was only one swim suit. Each was determined that it would be she who would wear it.
They had just engaged in a previous catfight, and the only result was that both of their old swim suits had been ruined. Fortunately Nabiki had an extra one, and she was willing to sell it to the highest bidder. Shampoo said, “I have better idea. We fight over it, and the winner gets the suit.” Then she added, “Winner gets Ranma.”
Akane answered, “Challenge accepted. “The winner gets both the suit and Ranma.” Then she quickly added, “Not that I want Ranma. I only want the suit!”
Shampoo smiled and said, “Good--we fight.”
But fighting was not what Akane had in mind. She realized that Shampoo was stronger and probably more skilled than she was. If she was going to win, Akane was going to have to be smarter than the wily Chinese girl. All she had to do was get the suit and put it on while keeping away from Shampoo. It might not be the most honorable way to win a duel, but was she not a practitioner of “The Anything Goes” style of martial arts?
They both went into their martial art stances. Shampoo made a high kick while Akane dove for the swimsuit. Quickly she grabbed the suit and rolled out of the way.
Shampoo cried out, “You give that back!”
Akane cried out, “Naaa!” and stuck her tongue out at her opponent. She ran for the door but discovered that it was stuck.
Outside Nabiki was placing a “Closed for Repairs” sign on it.
Plan B involved Akane putting the suit on while being chased around the room by Shampoo. Akane dodged and pumped while slipping the suit up one leg and over a shoulder. But Akane’s sole possession of the suit did not last long. She soon was engaged in very close combat with her opponent, while Shampoo too attempted to fit herself into the suit. At first the suit was quite elastic, accommodating both their bodies.
Suddenly, though, it slammed them together, back to back, and as it did so their bodies began to fuse and become one. Their breasts began to balloon in size until they were the size of cantaloupes. Their arms were sucked into the bathing suit as the both cried out in agony. Then one of each girl’s legs was sucked in. Both girls closed their eyes as they desperately attempted not to be sucked into the swimsuit vortex.
Each girl realized that, if she were not going to get sucked in, it would be the other girl that would have to go. It was turning into a battle of wills as each, by sheer force of will, fought not to be sucked in.
Suddenly Akane cried out as she was pulled into the swimsuit. Simultaneously Shampoo’s remaining limbs again popped out and the swim suit she was sporting turned purple. A rubber appendage started to sprout out of the suit like an expanding balloon. As the rubber balloon started to expand, certain features could become discernable. It was a head, resting on a neck; the chin popped out, and then the cheeks and nose. The mouth formed a round oval like those on sex dolls. Her eyes opened up, round purple irises surrounded by seas of white, staring blankly ahead. The last feature to pop out was Akane’s short hairstyle. It was now just a molded part of the swimsuit that Akane had become. Akane fit Shampoo like a second skin. It felt like a second skin also. The outlines of her nipples jutting out of her now-huge breasts were clearly visible, as were her cunt lips.
Shampoo knew it was Akane. She could sense Akane soul, trapped in there, trying to get out. It was a masterful, erotic feeling for Shampoo as Akane struggled to avoid her fate. Shampoo placed her hands behind her neck and thrust out her new bust line triumphantly. She struck a pose in front of a wall mirror as she said, “I guess I win, you lose, Akane. I tell you what--maybe I will wear you on Ranma’s and my wedding night.”
She wiggled her hips as she strutted over to the door to open it. It would not open, or it was stuck. She stated to struggle with it, using both hands on the doorknob to force it open. As she did so, she felt her Akane-covered breasts jiggling. It felt good.
Outside, Nabiki felt the door jiggling. She looked at her watch. She thought, “One half hour gone by, right on time. I wonder if they will figure it out. Only time will tell.”
Inside, Shampoo was preparing a high kick to break the door down. As she prepared her stance, she suddenly realized that Akane had not conceded the struggle and was starting to reassert herself.
Inside, Akane was not content to remain Shampoo’s bathing suit forever. She was marshaling up her spirit for a counter-attack. Shampoo could feel her struggling to break out. She exclaimed, “Akane, why you so stubborn?”
But it was too late. Her swimsuit was already beginning to turn green, and her arms were being pulled into the suit. She cried out and closed her eyes in a vain attempt to stop Akane from emerging. A purple-clad Akane began to force herself out of the back of Shampoo. First to emerge was her purple-clad breasts. Then her determined head emerged from out of the back of Shampoo. Soon the pair of them made up the same two-headed, two-legged beast they had been before. Minutes passed as both of them struggled for dominance.
Every time Akane felt herself being sucked into the suit, she redoubled her efforts. At last she could tell her iron will and determination were paying off. Shampoo was weakening.
At last Akane’s body popped out of the suit as the suit turned green, a sign of Akane’s domination. Shampoo’s body was sucked into the suit and soon a new head started to emerge from just above the bust line. Soon it blossomed into a rubber replica of Shampoo’s head, complete with rubber ponytails framing Akane’s enormous breasts. Akane had to admit that she liked the way they brushed against her boobs and nipples. Proudly resting her hands on her hips, Akane had to admit that Shampoo never looked better.
She decided that she would be wearing Shampoo a lot. She wondered if it would be too tacky or indecent to wear Shampoo down the isle on her and Ranma’s wedding day. She certainly would be wearing Shampoo on their wedding night. She could only imagine what it would be like to be fucked dressed in this swimsuit. It was so elastic down there that there would be no need for a condom.
She walked over to the door to show Ranma her new figure. She was always claiming that her figure was better than Akane’s. Now even Ranma would have to admit that was true. But the door was stuck.
Outside, Nabiki felt Akane struggling with the door. She looked at her watch and said, “One hour gone, and twenty three to go. Have fun, you two.”
Inside the shack, Akane began to feel Shampoo reassert herself with a renewed vigor. “No, you don’t,” cried Akane, but a half-hour later it was Shampoo who was wearing Akane. But her triumph was short-lived. One half-hour later, it was Akane wearing Shampoo. The struggle went on through the night. One would become dominant, and then the other, but neither could stop the other from re-emerging.
At one point the pain of them, in their hybrid form, were resting, exhausted on the floor. Akane said, “Perhaps we should try to get out of this suit?”
Shampoo exclaimed, “So you give up. You give up Ranma to me.” The struggle was on again. Night passed, and the two girls became weaker and more exhausted. If anything, the swimsuit was becoming stronger on its hold over the girls. Their ability to resist the suit was becoming less. Akane wondered what would happen when it was gone. She conjectured that the last one that had any willpower left would be the winner.
The next day, Nabiki looked at her watch. Twenty-four hours had passed. It was time to open the door. She cast an incitation, removing the binding spell. She opened the door. Inside the door, the room was empty with the exception of two swim suits lying on the floor. One was purple, with Akane’s head sticking out of it. The other was a bright green with Shampoo’s head sticking out of it. Both of their mouths were round ovals, and both stared blankly ahead.
Nabiki closed the door behind her. She slipped out of her bikini. She picked up Akane and examined her. She said, “Don’t worry. It is not too late. I can change you back.” Akane breathed a sigh of relief, but wondered why Nabiki seemed to be slipping her on. Was Nabiki actually going to wear her? This was too embarrassing. All Akane wanted was to be changed back and she would never wear a swim suit again. But she felt herself being pulled up Nabiki’s legs and again up her waist. She felt herself being stretched to accommodate Nabiki’s taller form. As Nabiki slipped the shoulder straps of the Akane swimsuit over her shoulders, she could feel the pleasant sensation of her breasts expanding to fill the swimsuit enormous bust line.
Nabiki grabbed Akane’s rubber head and said, “It is a good thing that Shampoo never tried to slip your head over hers. Had she done so, you would have been trapped into this form forever, and forever have been Shampoo’s thrall. With that she pulled Akane’s head over her own as if the head had been a ski mask.
Inwardly Akane cried, “What are you doing?” But it was too late. She could feel her will and life force be devoured by a hungry Nabiki. Her body began to morph to fit that of Nabiki’s. Moments later, she realized it was true. Nabiki had absorbed her life force. All she would ever be now was Nabiki’s swimsuit.
Nabiki, for her part, could now access all of Akane’s skills and abilities as if she was Akane herself.
Outwardly Nabiki’s body began to morph. Moments later, she had assumed the size and shape of Akane. She even sounded like her ex-sister. The new Akane/Nabiki walked over to Shampoo. She slipped the new Shampoo swimsuit over her body. She slipped Shampoo’s rubber head over her own, making Shampoo her own.
Nabiki found her newest thrall a true treasure trove. Not only was she a skilled martial artist, but she also had at least superficial knowledge of all sorts of Amazon magic, artifacts and traditions. It would take years for Nabiki to sort though all that Shampoo had to teach her, but now Shampoo had time. After all, she was now and would forever be only Nabiki’s swimsuit.
Nabiki pulled the two rubber heads off her own. She studied herself in the mirror, the two heads of her victims flopping down. She still had a lot to do. She would have to make convincing excuses for the disappearances of the two girls to those involved.
Later that night, her two swimsuits were on mannequins, side by side. Nabiki lay on her bed, her nose in her book of Transformation. One sister was down, but the other would have to go to if she was going to inherit the dojo free and clear. That would of course mean that she would now be in line to marry Ranma. He would have to go to. She read her book and smiled. With her newfound knowledge she had gained from thrall Shampoo, this incantation would be easy to do.