"Whatever," Ranma said at last. "I can't talk now, Akane. I need to track down a certain old man who sold me some bad stuff." With that, Ranma turned away from Akane, intent on (after getting dressed) finding the little old magic peddler man. The potion he'd sold her didn't have the right side effects.
"Don't go yet!" Akane wailed, grabbing at Ranma's boxers.
"WAAAGH!" screamed the newly-grown girl as she collapsed forward.
*RRRIIIIPPPP!!!*
That was the sound of Ranma's underwear ripping wide open as she fell onto her face, her forehead coming into solid contact with the hard wooden floor.
Ranma groaned as she recovered from the unexpected trip. She looked behind her, finding Akane laid out on her front behind her, her arms reaching forward to grasp the flap of fabric that she had torn from her boxers. Her large, shapely ass was now laid bare to the world.
Akane's cheeks turned red. Ranma's cheeks did to. Twice over.
Ranma covered up her buttcrack with her hands, a soft spank filling the hall with the contact. Her hands barely covered the view.
"Awww..." pouted Akane.
Ranma pulled up the remains of her boxers and stalked carefully down the hall to her room. She was taking great care not to moon or flash anyone on the way, especially Akane, as she was crawling behind her.
"Please, Kind Fiancée, let me be the mistress of your household," she pleaded as she kneecrawled after her, "for both you and Rammie-poo."
Ranma felt the first of many shudders running up her spine. She hurried into her room and shut the door before Akane could follow.
Nabiki walked zombie-like out of the bathroom, her toothbrush still lodged in her distorted cheek. (She wasn't even holding it anymore.) "Breghfass... godda haff breghfass..." she murmured. "Make zum galls later... breghfass first."
Ranma cursed life in general as she entered the room she shared with her father, ever since they'd came to the Dojo a year ago. Said father was now in panda-form, sleeping peacefully on his futon next to hers. A faint smell of booze hung in the air.
Ah, so that's why he didn't wake me up for training like he normally does... thought Ranma as she tiptoed to the closet.
"Iinazuke-saaannn... Aka-chan wanna play with Rammie-poo, too..." whined Akane from the other side of the door, as the faint scritch-scritching of her nails against the wood floated into the room. Ranma could imagine Akane kneeling in front of the door, clawing at the surface like a... (shudder) ...small furry critter which claws the eyes out. ("Cat" to you and me.)
Ranma let out a soft growl and retrieved a full set of clothing to don. When she was done dressing, Ranma found that she filled the clothing completely. Overfilled it, even, for although she was of comparable height to her male form (only a bit shorter), she had much more up front. "If you two are staying a while," she addressed the two things on her chest, "then I'm gonna need some loser clothes."
Ranma was about to leave when she spotted herself in the dressing mirror. She blinked, then blushed at her own tall, full-figured form. She brought her arms up to lock fingers behind her head, arching her back. Ranma pivoted on her foot to examine the pose from all angles. She had to admit, she cut a striking figure.
"Heck, I'm quite a hottie. Much hotter than my old girlform," murmured the Jyuusenkyou-cursed boy aloud as she examined herself appreciatively from all angles. "It should be worth a mess a' free scoops of ice cream. Maybe I should just forget finding that magic peddler an' keep this form..." Ranma trailed off as visions of drooling fanboys crawling all over her (and I do mean crawling!) invaded her mind. Ranma felt another cold shudder crawl up her spine. "ACK! Scratch that. I'm definitely getting the antidote to this stuff!"
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