"Dad!!" Akane cried after coming into the room. "You're as bad as Ranma! You're both staring at Mr. Saotome's chest!"
Soun Tendo struggled to find an explanation; failing, he wept. "I'm sorry, Akane! I thought I had become ennured to having Ranma's around -But seeing a new pair exposed to my view-(Sob!). The flesh is weak."
"You didn't become used to them: We made Ranma cover them up!" She turned to her sister, "Nabiki!"
"I wasn't here. Ask Kasumi why she only gave him a couple of towels."
Akane wanted to yell 'Kasumi!', but couldn't even speak her name harshly. She stormed out off to the kitchen.
She returned with a freshly heated teakettle. She poured hot water on Ranma's dad.
"Eww!" Nabiki reacted to seeing a paunchy, middle-aged man naked. "And while we're eating!"
"I'll just turn Pop back!"
"Why would you want to do that!?" Akane accused.
"Why, indeed," Happosai chuckled.
"It's because he's a pervert!" Akane answered herself.
"It's not working," Ranma said, his face twisted a bit from the extra effort he was applying to his "Magic Jujitsu" (Whitewater Dragon) technique.
"Try some cold water," Happosai suggested.
"Allow me," Nabiki said, tossing a glass of it in Ranma's face.
No strain was required the instant Ranma became wet. His unpleasantly peasanty pop was replaced by a girl who could star in most guy's fantasies.
"Excuse me!" Soun cried hoarsely, getting up to leave the room as quickly as his tightening pants allowed.
"Dad!" Akane was disappointed in her parental figure. Again.
"Can't you children allow me to eat in peace!" the contralto told them. "No? Well, Ranma, since you're not eating-" She used chopsticks to distract while her other delicate hand made to yank his bowl to her.
"Leave that alone!" the old Ranma returned from his daze of lust. He attacked the woman he knew really wasn't a woman.
Contact was a psychological mistake. She was soft and silky. And weak. She could still beat up 80% of all men. But she still weak. She was weaker than her male form. She was weaker than Ranma's. Happosai's Code said he shouldn't pick on the weak, or hit women.
But that didn't stop Genma from hitting him. Ranma had to grab her wrists to protect himself from them. She still had the use of her smooth, shapely legs and feet. And when her son was winning control over those parts of her, she resorted to using her sweaty tits as weapons, flopping and rubbing them up against his bare, male chest. But what was really hurting him was his dick jamming up against his boxers.
"I know what you're thinking," Genma warned her son.
Ranma blushed under the red of exertion. And had cold water splashed on him by Akane.
(Posted Wed, 30 Jul 2008 08:33)
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