[Episode 259962] [Episode 259962]“Good morning Ranma-chan. Did you sleep well?”
Ranma woke up to the pleasant sight of her mother smiling warmly at her. A quick inventory started her hopes sinking however. She was female and nude except for a sheet, held against her mother’s side on the couch. There was none of the attitude his mother typically had against his female form present, leaving Ranma mildly confused.
A tenting in the sheet reminded her that she wasn’t entirely female at the moment, something that was both embarrassing yet brought relief since her mother was so focused on her manhood.
Honestly, Ranma didn’t really know what to say. “Uh, I guess.”
Her mother became uncertain as well, having some difficulty with what she was about to say. “Ah, I believe there has been a misunderstanding... that I should perhaps explain myself better...”
Ranma was hoping it was a good misunderstanding, but the past left little room for such optimism. “Misunderstanding?”
Nodoka’s unease cleared a little bit as she perked up. “You do recall I don’t hold the curse against you right? I know I said I considered you manly, yet was still judging you anyways. There was a reason for that.”
With Ranma staring at her in rapt fascination at finally learning the grand reason behind it all, Nodoka worked up the courage to continue. “The truth is... I liked spending time with Ranko much more than I should have.”
Anticipation turned to confusion in an instant as Ranma stared at her mother.
Nodoka continued on, partly to fill the silence. “You’ve always been your father’s son, but I could easily see Ranko as my own daughter. A daughter I could actually spend time with and teach. So every time I saw you in female form after learning the truth, I ended up pushing you away.”
Ranma eventually recovered from her shock as she started to deal with this little surprise. “So... you’re not upset that I’m...?”
As Ranma trailed off, uncertain how much her mother knew, Nodoka filled in the blank. “...now a girl? No, I am not. It’s not something to celebrate, but at the same time an opportunity I would like to explore. As mother and daughter.”
Ranma didn’t know quite what to feel about that little bombshell. Her time as Ranko had been bittersweet, in many ways the closest she’d ever been to her mother. “Well... I liked cooking with you... just, I’m not making any guy a good wife.”
Her mother nodded with a smile that was part benevolence, part amusement. “Yes, I think you’ve had enough arranged marriages. There will be no more forcing you into relationships or to act a certain way.”
Ranma tilted her head to the side. “So... does that mean if Akane walks in on me, I can squeal like a girl, call her a pervert and throw stuff at her like she’s done to me?”
Nodoka laughed politely. “Yes, I suppose so, although I should hope my daughter is a little more well behaved than that, although considering the circumstances, perhaps that is the proper response.”
Ranma was surprised by the sudden shift in attitude about being her daughter, but pleasantly surprised that her mother still had standards at least. That still raised yet more questions for her. “So what about this?” asked Ranma, gesturing vaguely at the suggestive banana shaped bulge at her crotch under the thin sheet.
Her mother considered the issue in a more general sense. “It’s your body, that choice is yours. You’re my only child and I love you; son, daughter or somewhere in between. Perhaps this form is more suitable than randomly changing every time you’re splashed?”
The prospect of unconditional motherly love was still percolating through Ranma’s mind. Still, she had other things on her mind other than cuddling up to her mother and enjoying the moment. “Ah, yeah, I need to revise my seal. The change to my curse threw off the balance.”
Her movement did made her realize she was naked under the sheet, raising a question she hadn’t asked. “Also, why am I naked?”
Nodoka obviously wasn’t bothered by her child’s nudity. “Oh, I wanted to see if it was true that you no longer returned to male form.”
Ranma brought the sheet around her like a dress. “This futanari seal form wouldn’t change anyways. I can show you when I’m changing seals if you want proof.”
Nodoka closed her eyes peacefully as her daughter stood up, using the sheet for some decency. “There’s no need. Kasumi-chan mentioned your research, and I’ve realized I don’t understand how all of this works, nor the trouble you’ve gone through looking for a cure. I’m more concerned if you would be willing to forgive me for my foolishness. I would understand if you don’t want to be my daughter.”
Holding the sheet around her, Ranma gazed at her mother as the tension seemed to melt from her. “Mhmm. If you’re really giving me my freedom, and I can veto anything, then I’d say I’d rather be your daughter than the old man’s son. It might take me some time to get used to it, but I had to do a lot of ‘girl’ stuff to take care of myself growing up, so it shouldn’t be that strange.” Seeing her mother look up with a hopeful expression, Ranma continued. “I’ll give it a try at least. If I don’t like something, I’ll say so, okay?”
Nodoka smiled at her, Ranma’s offer being much more generous than she’d hoped. So much lost time and so many missed opportunities, but no more.
Ranma didn’t have far to go, as Kasumi was sitting at the low family table with her research supplies ready.
Kasumi was smiling warmly from the good turn of events with Nodoka as Ranma knelt at a spot at the table. Not wanting to spoil the mood, Kasumi pulled out her notebook to get down to business. “Ah, now let’s see here. Nabiki-chan said the third ingredient was Lotus extract, and that she used that in her water as a beauty aid.”
Arranging her supplies so she could work, Ranma glanced up at the housewife detective. “Lotus huh? Yeah, that makes sense.”
Going through her notes, Kasumi hoped to find something else that might help Ranma, but the only other tidbit of information was less pleasant. “They said that... afterwards, a blue glow left your body.”
Ranma froze up briefly before forcibly relaxing and continuing sorting her materials. “Ah, that. That potion takes full, maximum effect if it’s someone you liked taking your virginity... you know, love magic and all that.”
Opening up her sheet, Ranma glanced down at the seal below her belly. Normally it wouldn’t be visible, but the poor internal balance was stressing the seal, making the symbols of the seal visibly glow.
Although her Jusenkyou seals could be removed or applied with hot and cold water, Ranma was able to peel it off with her fingers using her own spiritual ability. It came off as glowing symbols on invisible paper at first, soon solidifying into actual ink and paper.
Before it could return to normal ink and paper, the talisman burst into flames, Ranma holding onto it until it burnt away to prevent anything else from catching fire. “Ah, guess it was too late already. Gonna have to make a new one from scratch.”
Seal removed, Ranma glanced down to take in the changes to what was now her natural form.
Normally her seal created a hybrid form that was taller and more athletic, so waking up in her normal female form with a modest manhood had been a big clue that her seal had started failing while she was asleep... or had it not worked properly to begin with? She’d been so sleepy she hadn’t really noticed, but she didn’t really recall the full hybrid form change.
As the seal burnt away, Ranma felt the familiar tingle of change into a girl.
Looking down, the most obvious difference was that her breasts were bigger. Judging by the feeling of change, she was a bit shorter as well.
Standing up, Rana beckoned for Kasum to stand up as well, giving her a way to judge her height. Ranma found herself eye level with Kasumi’s chest. “So what, two inches shorter? So I’m four-feet-eight-inches now?”
Nodoka came up behind her daughter and cupped her breasts with embarrassingly expert hands. “You were about a 30-C or 28-D before, I’d say you’re at 26-G now.”
Blushing mightily, Ranma knew enough about bra sizes to realize that meant her ribcage had shrunk as well. A quick check revealed her shoulders were more delicate as well, making her enlarged breasts dominate her torso now. Her breasts were a bit bigger than softballs now, but on her petite chest they seemed much larger.
Much more troubling however was the way her body was trembling from her mother inadvertently pinching her nipples a bit, the swollen areola being far more sensitive than previously. Ranma gingerly peeled her mother’s hands away from inspecting her breasts for heft and shape. “If you don’t mind, they’re more sensitive too.” As her mother unhanded her breasts to let them hang free, Ranma could see the plump pink mounds of her areola, making those sensitive nipples more prominent as well. ”I’ll probably need a bra just to protect my nipples now.”
It was clear from her tone and the topic that Ranma was extremely uncomfortable with admitting to being too sensitive and perhaps actually needing a bra. “Stupid perverted Musk. Shouldn’t be too surprised that a lust potion for breeding would do perverted stuff like this.”
Ranma kept focused however, continuing her impromptu exam to keep herself from dwelling on the unpleasant. Using her hands, she felt her hips and rear, confirming that her hips were now wider and her butt cheeks plumper, her thighs now further apart by about the thickness of her wrist.
Ranma couldn’t help but blush as there was one thing left to examine. She couldn’t see too well past her breasts, so Ranma lightly placed one hand over her mound. Immediately she could tell is was different, her female mound being a blatant bulge now with thick camel-toe forming lips. Any doubt her girl parts were oversized vanished as her fingertips easily slipped inside, all four fingertips finding slick flesh.
Stiffening up a little, Ranma gingerly withdrew her hand, her earlier experience with her sensitive nipples being warning enough that she could maintain her composure for the most part.
Unbidden images of Akane’s obscenely large manhood from the night before sprang to mind. That could perhaps explain the perverse changes in her body, a sort of size matching from the potion.
Done with her self inspection, Ranma sat back down before her research materials, absently wiping her fingers clean on the sheet. The unwelcome memory of Akane’s manhood caused her to think of something that might help, leading her to look at Kasumi. “Did Akane mess with any roadside shrines that might have gotten her cursed? Little stone statues or pillars?”
Kasumi looked away in thought, partially in embarrassment at Ranma’s lack of feminine modesty. “Perhaps, she is a bit reckless. I don’t recall anything in particular.”
Ranma had hoped for a clear answer. “Mhmm, well some of those are fertility idols shaped like a guy’s manhood, so it’s not uncommon for someone messing with one to get cursed. It’d explain Akane being a tomboy and when she played with Jusenkyou water, it going a bit out of control.”
Kasumi looked a bit hopeful that part of this could be blamed on a curse. “Ah, those. As I recall, Akane did make a fuss about one before.”
Ranma was less enthusiastic as she set about making a new seal. “It could just be a coincidence, and my body being more feminine could just be the potion’s fault. Detecting curses like that isn’t something I’ve practiced, so not like I can check.”
As Ranma sat there contemplating what pattern would be best for the seal, Kasumi hesitantly spoke up. “So, what now Ranma-kun?”
The red-head paused since talking about it might help her organize her thoughts. “I’m going to make a new seal. More flexible so it won’t break. At least change this to a less embarrassing body.”
Kasumi merely nodded and moved to assist as Ranma went to work designing her new seals. When Kasumi brought a kettle of water for tea, Ranma took a break to make one last attempt at turning male. When that failed, Ranma had some tea and went back to working on her talismans.
In the end, Kasumi helped her apply a total of eight of them. Above her groin, the small of the back, between her breasts, between her shoulder blades, to each shoulder and each thigh.
There was no obvious change this time as Ranma sat down in a lotus position with only the sheet for modesty to concentrate. Ranma would have to focus to change her body while being careful of whatever had changed her body to be more feminine. Directly opposing some magic attempting to keep her female, if it was present, would likely turn out poorly.
Right now she was just focusing on sculpting her body to something more pleasant for her, futanari mode would be separate.
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