[Episode 105337] [Episode 105337]The curses were not omnipotent however. While their basic structure let them cause increased chaos in the vicinity of people who’s cure they were, they were not proof against someone who wished to replace one curse with another they wished to posses.
That did not mean the existing curse would give up without a fight, however.
Ranma blinked, and rubbed her eyes. But what she was seeing was still there. A vague pig-shaped shadow rearing up out of Ryouga’s body and snarling, with six inch fangs, at a generic female, human, shape that hovered slightly above Ryouga.
The female’s response to this threat was to pull a napkin from nowhere, tie it around her neck, and then produce a large knife and fork. The pig shadow took one good look at the grinning figure advancing on it, and disappeared. The female shape melted into Ryouga’s body, causing it to shift dimensions.
Unlike Ranma, Nabiki saw nothing except Ryouga changing into a girl, a bit slower than Ranma did the same thing, but not really enough to be markedly different.
Nabiki’s eyes developed yen signs as she got her first good look at Ryo-chan. “Oh Mama!” she said with feeling as she ran her eyes over every inch of Ryochan’s five-foot seven figure.
“Hey, no fair!” Ranma-chan protested heatedly. “How come you get to be tall? “Do you know what a pain it is being . . .” Ranma-chan trailed off as she walked around to face a still shell-shocked Ryochan, and got a good look at her profile. Jealousy replaced ire.
Ranma had always felt smug that her own 35.7 inches were so magnum sized for her petite size. Oh, Shampoo’s 38s were pretty special, but Shampoo was bigger, so they weren’t as impressive in her mind, but looking at Ryo-chan she knew her days as champ were over. There was a new sheriff in town, and her 44s outgunned every other girl around.
Ryouga looked down in stunned surprise at the massive mounds projecting outward from her chest. She’d known she’d get tits, but . . . She reached down and cupped a hand under each mammary, hefting them slightly. Her hands were barely up for the task, and she gave a shiver as pleasurable flashes traveled from the boobs she was handling down her belly and straight between her legs.
“How the hell do you walk around with these things,” Ryochan gasped.
Nabiki, mouth was hanging slightly open as she took in the sight of Ryochan fondling herself. The money, oh, the wonderful money. Ranma-chan was hot merchandise, but Ryochan. Oh lord. That corn-yellow hair, those tits, the muscular, but shapely body. She could go national.
“Nabiki, you alright?” Ranma asked, giving her a nudge and breaking the girl out of her potential profit educed stupor.
“Hug? Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You were drooling.” Ranma said, snagging a napkin off the table and handing it to her.
“hehehehehehe,” Nabiki laughed nervously, wiping her chin.
“They’re real,” Ryochan said, her voice rather faint.
“Hey, take it easy with those,” Ranma said. “They’re going to be sensitive as hell tell you’re body adjusts. Believe me, I know.”
“Oh,” Ryouga said, not really listening fully. “Maybe if I got them out from under my shirt,” she muttered.
“My camera. Where is my fucking camera?” Nabiki cried out as a dazed Ryochan undid her shirt and her new attachments bobbled into view. They stood out large and proud from her body, easily able to pass the pencil test despite their size.
“Oh yea, no more caging ice-cream if Ryouga’s around,” Ranma thought glumly as she took in the sight. She brightened as she considered a more pleasant topic. Her guy side was going to love them.
Ranma was really not as mentally disturbed as Ryouga imagined. She’d simply adapted to her situation in the most effective way she could. As a guy, she’d been very strongly heterosexual, so unlike a bi-sexual, her female form had a natural craving for males that was so against his nature, that it could have driven Ranma into a suicidal down-spiral if she’d been less mentally resilient. Instead, once she’d discovered how much fun sex could be, she’d eagerly taken to it, with nary a care that she was screwing her best ‘male’ buddy. Her male side had just as eagerly enjoyed Nabiki’s favors when she’d joined their games.
There was another point where Ryouga had gotten it wrong. Even as a girl, Ranma was not into touchy feely discussions and her explanation as to why she enjoyed sex with Ryouga so much had made him draw the wrong conclusions.
Ranma didn’t make a distinction between play sex and real sex. She made a distinction between fun sex and other sex. The other sex was the vaguely remembered encounters with the 3Ls.
Ranma had shaken loose not just her sexuality when she’d bedded Ryouga, she’d also let out her inner child, which Genma had locked away at the age of four.
Vague signs of this side of Ranma had been showing through the cracks ever since she was cursed. Before the curse, Ranma had been interested in nothing but training, and trying out what the training had taught in practical settings. Since the curse, Ranma had developed a playful side, most often shown in some of the very juvenile behavior he, or she, indulged in. That is till she found a very un-juvenile way to express it.
Sex was fun. Playing was fun. Ranma saw no reason why she shouldn’t combine the two. She had no inhibitions about looking silly while she was a girl, so had no fears against walking around in ridiculous getups, especially if she could talk Ryouga into it.
There was also another reason for her love of role-playing. Genma’s training had left Ranma’s personality a bit split. On the one hand Genma had spent fourteen years demanding total and absolute obedience from Ranma. The harsh regime they were both under let him inflict suitable punishment on Ranma any time the boy demanded better treatment, or an alteration in Genma’s plans. Starting at a very young age, this training could have seen Ranma very easily turned into a ass kissing toady, only asking how high every time Genma told him to jump.
Ironically, it was Genma who saved Ranma from this fate. For, no matter how much he insisted Ranma obey him. He also insisted that Ranma behave in a belligerent and aggressive manner. To him, and to others. He encouraged Ranma to fight back, to argue. He slapped him down whenever he did, of course, but he gave him even more kinds of hell if Ranma showed any signs of becoming a milksop.
The result left Ranma with very poor social skills. He simply didn’t know how to relate to people in a way that didn’t involve either insults or fighting, and a lot of times both. In any case, the sexual aspects of his aggressive/submissive characteristics got split up between his two forms.
Ranma-chan was a sexual submissive. She liked being topped. In some sick way it was father love. She was looking for a man who was strong, confident and demanding. Smart didn’t come into the equation of course. And confident didn’t necessarily mean he knew what he was doing.
Her situation with Ryouga caused some problems in that regard. Ryouga was a great lover, but unless she teased him like crazy, it was hard to get him to act overly aggressive. And Ranma could not bring herself to ask him to be so. Games solved both problems. Ryouga could assume roles that insisted he behave in a way she liked, and she didn’t have to admit that she liked it.
Her male side got the aggressive tendencies, but they didn’t manifest till Nabiki joined their little play group.
This situation had led Ryouga to believe that Ranma existed in a bit of a fantasy world in regards to their sex life and didn’t think it was real.
He couldn’t have been more wrong. The stuff she did with Ryouga, and he with Nabiki, was some of the most real stuff in her life. And now things were about to get all the more real for her male side.
Ryochan was getting a bit worried. She’d finally managed to tear her attention away from her chest, only to find both Nabiki and Ranma out of it. Nabiki was staring at her chest with a rapt expression, muttering something about “Yen, wonderful yen,” while Ranma-chan was staring at the same breasts with a lecherous expression on her face. Both girls were also drooling slightly.
“Maybe I should have thought this out a bit more,” Ryochan moaned, wondering if she could make it to the door if she made a break for it.
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