If she had had on clothes, Ranma could have come up with reasons for her wearing a (much) larger dress size. But Miss Hinako was stark, manic-inducing, naked. There no way he could deny she was what was that way: One of the absolutely worse things that could happen to a (pigtailed) girl.
Miss Hinako’s belly was huge: Enormous! It dominated her form like no man’s potbelly could; the only part of her that could compete for attention were (besides, perhaps, her enlarged pussy lips) her boobs: They had swollen out at least two extra cup sizes of her already large bust. And it looked like they were straining to grow even more.
“Mr. Saotome, what are you staring at?” she said in that warning tone of hers.
“Your boobs.”
“Here’s right, Teach!” Ukyo said, raising her hand for a save.
The very adult Miss Hinako put her hand over one dark, and bumpy, swollen nipple, and then the other. “What happened to my top??”
Top? I was thinkin’ people were supposed to be naked and like it or else.
After looking around the area in vain for the expected article , she carefully moved her weight around so she could reach a desk drawer without having to bend too much. She took out a replacement top. “Oh, dear, me,” she said, noticing the thick, yellow drops falling on the desk.
Milk?? Human milk?! Ranma was already having an attack of sympathy pains; seeing the mammary secretions had caused his hands to go to his own (male) nipples. Shudders of pure dread went out from them.
“Now, Class, today’s topic is conjugality...I mean, the conjugal visits, I mean the conjugation of verbs...” As the reddened woman tried to find her talking points, she tied on her string bikini top. That was almost it all was as its sole purpose was to cover her erect areoles and nipples. But not with cloth, but a lathery, pink sponges. Her face became more reassured once her secretions were being absorbed. “The colostrum...I mean, colostomy...Oh, fuck! -No! I didn’t mean that word to be used as a verb! And don’t do it!”
“Here, Ran-chan, sit down,” Ukyo said. While he had been in his daze, the girl in the latex guy costume had guided him to his desk seat.
“How...how...A girl starts being a cow right away?”
“You jackass,” she crossly whispered in class, whacking him across the backside of his head with one of her smaller spatulas. “That’s not milk she’s seepin’. And if you call her a “cow”, she just might make you drink the stuff: Then you’ll see just how much it ain’t milk.”
Man! I don’t want that! Ukyo makes it sound like it’s worse maybe ‘n piss.
Ukyo’s desk wasn’t near his, so he missed his chance to ask her more when she left him. Ranma was left to contemplate his future as he stared at the teacher’s belly like it was a crystal ball. Would I get that big?
Then the naked Akane (her breasts like Jell-O) and her gopack came in. “Class has started! I’m sorry I’m late,” she bowed. The still distracted Miss Hinako automatically responded as if she weren’t her kohai, and bowed back: Only to have to grab her back from the pained strain. “May I help you, Miss Hinako?” she asked, offering her sempai a shoulder to lean on to help her straighten up. “How are the twins?”
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