[Episode 121969] [Episode 121969]Ranma swallowed hard as Dr. Tofu reached for her and dragged her into the clinic, a nervous smile on her face. “Um, Dr. Tofu....”
The good doctor licked his lips as he looked down at her, his eyeglasses fogging up. “What a surprise, Ranma,” he said more to her tits than to her, “you're certainly... grown quite a bit.”
Ranma bit her lip and sighed as she held her hands behind her back, resisting the urge to throttle Dr. Tofu right then and there. “Yeah, about that...”
“You know,” Dr. Tofu blurted out, cutting her off, “you're wearing very skimpy clothes there... You could get people thinking very... Naughty thoughts...”
You mean like you're thinking now? Ranma mused as he looked up at Tofu, who was still fixated on her voluminous bosom. Aloud, she said “That's kinda why I'm here. I need some new clothes...”
Tofu smiled broadly and nodded, wiping some drool off his chin as he turned around. “Well it just turns out I've got something!” he declaered proudly. “It should be perfectly suited for them, um, I mean you...”
Steam started puffing out of Ranma's ears at that comment, even her somewhat lacking brain able to figure out who “they” were. Even so, she tried to sound as grateful as she could through clenched teeth. “Why thank you, Doctor,” she said in a falsely happy tone. “This'll help me a lot.”
With that, Tofu led Ranma to a medical bed and gestured for her to sit down, which she did without protest, her melons wobbling as she took her seat at the center of the bed.
“Of course,” Tofu began, “before I give you these clothes, we need to make sure they fit right.”
This set off an alarm deep in Ranma's head. “Fit?” she asked nervously, a sweat drop running down her forehead. “What do you mean?”
“I mean we have to measure you, of course,” Tofu replied, trying hard to sound professional. “You'll have to take your clothes off for the measurement, though.”
Ranma's eyes bugged out at that remark. Who does he think I am, Takuya Aihara?* She thought indignantly. She wondered for a moment if she'd have to endure being passed along as the neighborhood fuck toy like in that one PC game Nabiki liked.
“Don't worry,” Tofu reassured her with his warmest smile, as if reading her thoughts. “It's not like I'd try to take advantage of you or anything...”
“Well... I guess you're right,” Ranma agreed uneasily. She then peeled the soaking top over her head, her breasts wobbling wildly in their newfound freedom, her nipples hardening even more as they came in direct contact with the cool air. She then pulled down her shorts and kicked them off her feet, sitting there completely naked, her legs crossed to hide her sex from view. Tofu gave her a stern look that suggested she was making things difficult, and she soon uncrossed her legs, spreading them ever so slightly, giving a good look at her slit and fiery red bush. That got Tofu nodding, which only made Ranma blush. “Um, can we get on with it?” she asked, her uneasiness growing.
“Of course, of course...” Tofu went behind Ranma and started to examine her, running his hands along her back, caressing her slowly with his smooth, gentle hands, earning a soft moan and a blush from the now extremely sensitive girl.
“Aahhh...” Ranma blushed deeper as her moans got louder, the doctor's expert touches warming her body, which in turn only made her more sensitive. “Mmmm... J-Just get it over with... This is embarrassing enough...”
“Yes, yes...” Tofu replied, sounding somewhat impatient as his hands moved around and started to caress her thighs, working inside out, which made Ranma tremble slightly.
“H-Hey!” She cried out in protest. “Is this really.... Uuuunnn.... N-necessary.?”
“Absolutely,” Tofu assured her in a smooth voice. “We have to make sure it fits perfectly, don't we...?”
Ranma blushed and nodded softly, trying to see the rationale behind a professional such as Dr. Tofu pawing at her like some drunk at a strip club.
All that rationale went out the window when she felt him squeeze the two E-cups on her chest, making her eyes bug out. “WHAT!?”
Tofu blinked and paused as Ranma looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes blazing angrily.
The old water lady was doing her daily rounds, sprinkling water along the sidewalk in front of the chiropractic clinic of one Dr. Tofu Ono. She didn't know why, but for as long as she could remember, it was her job to go around Nerima ward sprinkling water along the sidewalks wherever she went.
It's sure tough work, she thought, but in its own way, it is rewarding.
The day was as peaceful as any other; the birds chirped, people smiled and talked to one another, and the odd car drove by, the people inside looking happy and full of life. Nerima was indeed a wonderful place to live.
“You pervert!!”
Most of the time, anyway.
The old lady turned around to find the source of that high-pitched scream. Oddly enough, it came from inside the clinic. Perhaps a young lady had taken one of the doctor's examinations the wrong way. In either case, that scream was followed by the sound of glasses and wooden objects breaking, followed by the doctor's panicked screams. What came after was quite an interesting sight. The door to the clinic seemed to explode as the blackened and bruised body of Dr. Tofu flew out and landed in a heap at the old lady's feet. Then, a tall, curvy, extremely busty redheaded beauty stepped out, wearing a sailor-style blue skirt and white blouse with red ribbon, the scowl on her face showing her apparent disdain.
“Don't you ever touch me that way again!” the girl screeched indignantly before walking off in a huff, paying the old lady no mind.
The old lady, for her part, didn't want anything to do with what had happened. Oh no, living was good. She liked living. So she just went on her merry way, spraying water along the sidewalk.
Ranma growled angrily as she marched home, her eyes still blazing with white-hot anger. I can't believe him! She screamed inwardly. I mean, touching me that way... Ugh! She then looked down at herself and at the seifuki she wore. Indeed, that was the only thing she could find on short notice.
Now that I think about it, she mused thoughtfully, her anger giving way to wonder, there has got to be something wrong with a single man who has one of these. Still wondering whether to stay angry or be worried about Dr. Tofu, she made her way home, squirming as the thong she wore under the skirt rode up her ass the whole while. Damn it, why does this always happen to me?
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