[Episode 260230] [Episode 260230]
Realizing she had a different concern once Ranma left, Akane fidgeted in her seat. “Ah, could you tell the teacher I have a cramp?”
Ignoring her friends’ concern with a blush, Akane tried to get the image of Ranma in that scandalously skimpy gym outfit out of her mind. The fact that her dick was snaking down the inside of her right thigh, almost far enough to peek out of her spandex shorts only made it worse as the sensation kept her mind firmly in the gutter.
Nabiki took a moment to admire herself in the mirror in satisfaction.
She’d finally regained her beloved futanari form. Three more inches of height placed her at five-feet-eight-inches, equal to the current Ranma, but with a more slender build compared to her curves. For some reason she had also gained some muscle definition in a sexy sleek athletic cut. Not that she minded, she felt great, full of energy and ready to fuck all day long.
Her breasts were a good two cup-sizes bigger again, sticking out an inch further from her chest with added fullness, nice and perky, a bit more than handfuls now. Most importantly her banana of cream-filling love was a healthy twelve inches long now, swelling to three inches thick in the middle, once again making her thicker than a baseball bat.
Slipping into a pair of baggy pants with plenty of pockets and a tight shirt, she prepared herself to go down and have some fun. On a normal day she didn’t have the inhibitions a normal person had that might stop her from trying to have sex with her older sister or Ranma’s mother.
Absently stroking her dick, the curse filled her with energy and confidence, her male libido pounding in her head like a drumbeat. A drumbeat she wanted to thrust her hips in time with, fucking Kasumi and Nodoka silly until they enjoyed it as much as her.
Coming downstairs, she found Kasumi and Nodoka chatting over tea at the table. Not bothering to even listen in on their conversation, she pulled out a popper from one of her pockets. The little thing was what Kodachi armed her bouquets with, a simple tug of the string released a cloud of paralysis gas across the table.
Kasumi slumped to the table with little more than a whimper. Nodoka on the other hand didn’t slump entirely, still able to struggle and talk a little. “Na-nabiki? Wha~at?”
Ignoring their rather irritating guest, Nabiki walked into the kitchen to retrieve a pair of rubber gloves used for cleaning. Clearing the table off by simply piling everything in a corner, she used her enhanced strength to lay both of the women out on the table.
With the pair at a more handy level, Nabiki quickly stripped them, tossing their clothes aside. After adjusting them to lay on their backs, she pulled a vial from another pocket, pouring the clear liquid down their chests and bellies.
Putting on the rubber gloves, Nabiki started massaging the oil into them both, getting everything from the toes to their faces nice and oiled up.
A rather peculiar smell filled the room as their body hair melted away, Nodoka’s thick pubic hair being the most visible victim. The red-haired woman moaned and gasped at the sensations of her skin burning from the chemicals. Kasumi remained quiet only because her paralysis was so complete, silently suffering the chemical heat on her skin.
All in all the whole process took about ten minutes, leaving Nabiki with another twenty minutes of play before the paralysis should wear off. Tossing the gloves aside, Nabiki smiled as she admired her two dishes. “That lovely compound Kodachi was so kind as to develop will permanently remove your hair from your body, although it won’t harm the hair on your head, so no need to fret. It will also leave you skin especially sensitive, especially your naughty bits. Oh you two are just going to love it. As a bonus, until it wears off any clothes you try to wear will dissolve as well, so you’ll both be nude until at least until sunset.”
The only one that could speak, Nodoka stared at her as best she could through the paralysis. “Why are you doing this?”
Smirking, Nabiki stripped off her own clothes, revealing her surging erection. “Oh, well obviously I want to play. I just don’t know which one of you I want to fuck first. Don’t I look nice and manly? So much better than your silly little daughter”
A curious thought struck Nodoka, making her relieved she hadn’t blamed Ranma for what had happened. She now had a pretty good idea what her child had been through now. “If that’s what you want, take me and leave Kasumi-chan out of this. She’s your sister.”
Nabiki ran a hand along Kasumi’s deliciously smooth flesh. “Oh yes, my dear, sweet, naive, virgin sister. What a waste. Once I give her a taste of the pleasures of the flesh, she’ll change her tune, maybe lose that clueless look.”
The aroused futanari fondled her way along Nodoka’s body, finding amusement in her completely hairless yet obvious well-used pussy. Certainly not the typical hairless slit of a young virgin. “And why should I start with something so well used by such a disgusting man? You’re nowhere near as hot a piece of ass as that cocktease of a daughter. Such a waste I didn’t get to try her too, Akane really enjoyed plowing that little slut.”
To Nabiki’s surprise, Nodoka grinned at her. “Oh? Are you afraid you can’t handle me little girl?”
That was more than enough to provoke Nabiki. She didn’t find the older woman particularly attractive, but the idea of putting the annoying woman in her place was enough to get her throbbingly hard. Now though she just had to fuck that annoying look off of her face and turn the old slut into her personal bitch.
Grabbing Nodoka’s thighs, Nabiki thrust herself in without warning. Only the arousal from the sensation of the oil allowed the older woman to be ready enough to take Nabiki’s cock without injury. “When I’m done breaking you in, I’m gonna have you train that slut of yours into my personal sex slave.”
Breathing hard from the thrusts, Nodoka simply kept her defiant gaze locked with Nabiki. Like hell she was going to give in after she said that about her only child.
It was half an hour later that Kasumi was finally able to move herself off of the table.
Grabbing her bra revealed what Nabiki had said was true as the strap dissolved in her hands, the garment being ruined after only a few seconds of touching it. Looking back to where her sister was still banging Nodoka missionary style on the table, Nabiki noticed her escape attempt with a grin. “Don’t worry neechan, I’ll get to you soon enough. This slut won’t last much longer.”
Her own paralysis having worn off, Nodoka was weakly going with the flow of the sex, her own stamina wearing thin. “Do you think my Ranma-chan will let you get away with this?”
Nabiki only laughed at the thought, pulling out to mount Nodoka’s chest, shoving her cock between the older woman’s breasts. “Last time that slut saw a dick, she went crazy with lust and started sucking it, then she moaned like a whore as Akane-kun made a woman out of her.”
Realizing her nudity would keep her in the house with Nabiki quite effectively, the mention of Ranma gave Kasumi some idea of what she could do to save them. Luckily her sister didn’t seem concerned with whatever she might try.
The loudspeaker at the school blared to life. “Ranma Saotome. Please return home for a family emergency. Ranma Saotome, please go home, you have a family emergency.”
Ranma was already past the school wall before the message repeated the second time. Her running shoes providing plenty of traction, Ranma leaned forward, face first into the wind, her entire torso leaning forward. With her arms held down and to her sides, sticking straight back from her position, she used her hands like spoilers, deflecting the wind to keep her in good contact with the ground as her strides took her to highway traffic speeds.
Arriving on the compound wall within minutes, Ranma didn’t have to wait long before getting her first clue as to what was wrong.
Kasumi was leaning out the small kitchen window, her bare shoulders hinting at a lack of clothing. “Ranma-kun! Nabiki went crazy! Stop her!”
Ranma bounded over the roof of the house, tracking the sounds within, alighting on the open veranda leading to the family room.
Nabiki stood up and turned around, nude and with her dick bobbing in the air, looking much as she did that night. Ranma felt her heart skip a beat.
On the table behind Nabiki was her mother, nude, legs spread, puddles of white semen coating her from neck to crotch and spreading out below her butt in a large puddle that was dripping on the floor.
The deliriously horny futanari drank in the sight of Ranma’s sexy little gym outfit with some delight. “Oh, that’s a good look on you Ranko-chan.” Seeing Ranma’s glare in reply, Nabiki couldn’t help but smirk, feeling invincible. “Aw, poor widdle Wanko-chan, we both know you don’t hit girls. Be a good little slut and just start sucking my dick already, you know you want to.”
Ranma closed the distance in one step before Nabiki could react, landing a slap without delay. The palm of her hand brushed Nabiki’s cheek, transferring the force of a normal but fit guy’s punch to Nabiki’s face with the force spread across the palm to cause a concussion instead of rattling her teeth loose.
The force of the blow sent the surprised girl several feet sideways before she caught herself on one knee, the slap making her woozy.
Ranma was content to let Nabiki recover her wits since the slap hadn’t been enough to instantly knock her out. It was such a bother dialing in her strength against such weak opponents. “Correction, I don’t like hitting girls.”
Unschooled in martial arts, Nabiki had no idea how much Ranma held back, her confidence returning as she realized she’d taken the hit. Despite her increase in strength from the curse, she was more of a schemer than a fighter, so she took stock of her situation. She had Kasumi and Nodoka to use as bargaining chips, plus all of the goodies in her discarded pants.
Walking over to family table where Nodoka was still laying, Nabiki turned to Ranma in triumph. “Well how about this Ranko-chan, if you don’t want your mommy getting hurt...”
At which point Nabiki realized she was talking to a log, bearing a piece of paper with a crudely drawn face taped to it in a vague semblance of a person. Oh right, Ranma was a fucking shinobi too.
“Baka.”
Hearing the voice behind her, Nabiki couldn’t help but turn around to confront the irate red-head. Hands grasped her forearms and pain blossomed between her legs as her balls briefly touched her bladder, Ranma’s knee between her thighs lifting her slightly off the ground.
With Nabiki finally unconscious, Ranma gently dumped her on the floor.
Past that, Ranma didn’t have a clue what to do as she gazed at her mother with much discomfort.
Exhausted from the sex, Nodoka managed to prop herself up anyways. “I must look a mess. That girl put up more of an effort than I would have thought.”
Ranma looked away, noticing a likewise nude Kasumi bashfully peeking around the corner. “Uhm, yeah, it’s a perverse sex enhancer, so she was stronger and tougher than she’d normally be.”
Her mother finished sitting up, beckoning Kasumi over. “Come Kasumi-chan, help me to the bath. Perhaps we can get that strange oil washed off.”
Not really wanting to look at her semen soaked mother, Ranma glanced around the room trying to figure out what had happened. “What strange oil?”
A bit squeamish herself, Kasumi wiped the older woman partially clean with Nabiki’s discarded shirt before helping her up. “Nabiki said it would remove out body hair and make us sensitive. Something the Kuno girl developed, it also dissolves any clothes we touch.”
Staring at Nabiki, Ranma had to wonder what was wrong with her. Well, besides the whole perverse curse twisting her she wasn’t exactly that moral to begin with. “Oh, that stuff. Kodachi tagged me with that stuff too.” Still looking away out of embarrassment, Ranma couldn’t help but ask. “Do you need any help?”
Her mother spoke up with surprising warmth. “Can you handle Nabiki-kun until we’re done? I have some idea of what to do with her once we’re cleaned up.”
Ranma nodded, closing the veranda door Nabiki had left open before any neighbors happened to see the mess inside. “Sure, I can handle her. Take care of yourself.”
A bit worried, Kasumi made sure to warn Ranma before they left. “She kept the items in her pants pockets. She used a paralysis gas on us as well.”
Ranma simply nodded. “Gotcha, thanks for the warning.”
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