Wishing Rock Akane: Ranma's Girls

Unending BE - episode 810977

Precisely what Akane meant by Ranma's girls was a rather versatile position. Who was included? Who was excluded? Were there any specific criteria that could determine the answer in one way or the other? Was it solely related to "engagements" of some sort or another? In which case, the solely affected would be Shampoo and Ukyo. Was it any girl that was actively chasing him? Throw Kodachi into the mix, and that would be about it.

Or perhaps it was a slightly broader scope still, with the targets being those believed at some point or another to be in pursuit of Ranma or vice versa. This would have to include Hinako and Nabiki. Or maybe it was every girl that played an active role in his life, in which case the list would be rather a long one.

Instead the rock took an approach that it rarely took, only in moments such as these. Rather than paying attention to the letter of the wish, it went with what it felt might be a little more interesting. It went with the wisher's definition, the girls that Akane thought of as "Ranma's girls." That way, it felt, would actually lead to more amusement rather than changing all of them at once. All sorts of misunderstandings might ensue with such a scope, and there were certainly going to be some very interesting wishes that would result from this... Once the two of them in the dojo had stopped fucking, that is.

Such a long tiring day. So many customers, many of them horny men that were rather blatantly enjoying watching her skip around the restaurant in this short dress. The only man she wanted looking at her like this was her beloved airen. But he never seemed to think of her that way -

Smile. Happy. Be happy for the customers. Don't let the smile waver. Give them their food, give them service with a smile, don't let their lingering lusty leers get under your skin. Think of it this way, Shampoo. They're appreciating your beauty. Your grace. Your cute, sexy little body.

So why couldn't he look at you this way? He certainly recognised the beauty, but seemed ashamed of letting his lust take control. Shampoo returned to the counter where Mousse - the stupid pathetic brat that pestered her since they were children - handed her another plate of ramen to deliver and don't think for a moment she didn't spot the way he let his hand linger when it touched hers. She jerked it away and turned away to return to her duty when suddenly it hit her like a bolt of lightning.

It was like walking through treacle at first, and she could feel them all staring. Their gasps of air felt like they were echoing around the room. Her breasts felt heavy, swollen... bigger? But that was only the most obvious change. She could feel her body being sculpted underneath her dress, reforming itself, accentuating her already magnificent figure in ways she couldn't have dreamt possible.

And then, after what felt like an eternity she took the step during which it all transpired. As her foot hit the floor, a sensation shot up her leg like a train, with her brain as the final destination and every single pleasure point on her body a station on the route.

Another step, this one felt easier to manage, quicker than the last. The same pleasure as before, but this time lessened. In a sense that was a good thing. She didn't want to drop this plate of ramen, and she almost certainly would have if she'd gone through that again. Each successive step was the same. A little easier than the last, but so much less satisfying when it was done.

Before Shampoo knew it, she was at the table and set the ramen down with a perky "Here is meal! Please do enjoy!"

The customer was staring up at her slack jawed. Shampoo smirked, adjusted her dress and her apron - which were both rather strained under the increased mass beneath - to give him a good view of her cleavage. "Customer need anything else?"

"Marry me," the customer insisted breathlessly.

Shampoo put a finger to his lips and shushed him. "Shampoo belong to another." The man trembled out of either disappointment or arousal. Either way it made Shampoo feel so very good, deep down in a way she'd never imagined possible.

As Shampoo returned once again to the counter to pick up yet another meal, she caught herself relishing the attention she was receiving. Something had changed. Something was different. Today, she felt as though she would be having her airen, one way or the other.

Why did it have to happen in the middle of the evening rush? Why now of all times? It had started when her bindings suddenly felt cripplingly tight. The worst pain she'd ever felt,for about thirty seconds when she felt them snap which really bloody well hurt.

A few of her customers had rushed around the counter to help her when she'd collapsed, a few even ran off to the phone to call for an ambulance.

"Are you alright, Mister Ukyo?" one of them had asked. Hah. One of the regulars that hadn't sussed her secret yet. "My goodness! What's happening to your chest?! It's... it's -"

It's growing, Ukyo thought. She knew. She could feel it growing. She could feel them pressing against the bindings, causing them to -

Snap. The scream caused everyone to wince, but to everyone's surprise - and especially Ukyo's - she started to moan in pleasure. The pain was subsiding, very quickly and was being fast replaced with something else. Her strength flowed back into her, and she detached from the would be helpers.

Ukyo stood behind the counter feeling more feminine than she had in years. Even more so than when Ranma called her cute. If that had been the sky, then she'd shot past that limit and hit the moon. The customers were all looking at her wide eyed and unblinking, male and female alike.

"Sorry about that," a husky, sexy voice that Ukyo was surprised to find was her own. "Now, who wants a treat?"

She didn't feel even the remotest bit of surprise that they all raised their hands, begging for her attention. But no, Ukyo knew exactly what she wanted to do. She dragged her helper to his feet, helped him back into his seat and parked herself in his lap and began to feed him okonomiyaki.

"For being such a helpful customer, you get my special treat for free. Anyone else that wants it has to pay double - no make it triple - and of course, has to take a number and wait in line."

Not one of the customers left that restaurant without sampling the special treat. They all waited patiently for their special reward, and eagerly paid out the high price for it. Ukyo felt that she could get used to this... And maybe she ought to pay a certain childhood friend of hers a visit later on.

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Lumitiel

Fri Aug 19 12:41:31 2011

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