It had been a miraculously slow day. A prime opportunity for Kasumi to get rather a lot of housework done, without something or other cluttering it up. She could bask in the serenity, without having to contend with arguments, incriminations, accusations, denials, declarations of love, explosions or what have you. The reason this was possible was rather simple. There were only two of them left in the house at the moment. Some adventure or other had attracted the attention of the resident martial artists. From what Kasumi had overheard, it was really just a ploy to get Ranma and Akane to admit their feelings for one another, which Happosai decided to tag along and interfere in for his own amusement. Nabiki hadn't tagged along to see what the fuss was about on this occasion - she rarely did anyway - because apparently she'd found something of greater interest than this adventure that the others had been pulled out into.
No matter. Whatever it was, she'd be sure to hear all about it when they returned. For now, she had ample time to get things done without anyone underfoot. It was a thankless job, but she never did mind that. Honestly, she rather enjoyed doing the housework. She enjoyed cooking and cleaning and looking after them all. Really, genuinely enjoyed it. Their happiness was hers. That was just the kind of person Kasumi Tendo was.
Kasumi looked down at the piles of clothes, washed dried carefully folded and sorted according to whom they belonged. She put her own away first, as was her habit, followed by Ranma, his father, her own, then Happosai and Akane's. Nothing of note happened during any of these occurences. She'd done this so many times over the years, though the number had indeed grown by almost double. So, on this occasion putting these clothes away felt just like any other time. But then, she knocked on Nabiki's door and things took something of a different turn altogether.
"Nabiki?" she called out. Always polite to let her know rather than simply barging in. "Is it alright to come in? I have some of your clothes."
The only reply was some indistinct and unintelligable moans and groans.
"Nabiki? Are you alright?"
Same response. Fear and concern gripped Kasumi's heart just then, and she felt rather certain that something terrible had happened to her little sister. Thus steeling herself for the worst, she gripped the handle and pushed the door open... and found that she could not possibly prepared herself for the sight that lay on that bed. There was some... creature on the bed, with Nabiki's face. But that was most certainly not her body. No. Nabiki did not have breasts that could double as airbags. Nor was her figure quite so... curvaceous, though Kasumi had to admit that she took good care of it. One thing that Nabiki definitely did not have was a - was a - she couldn't even think the word. It was huge! So much so that when first she'd stepped into the room, she'd gasped in sheer and total horror, dropped the clothes to the floor and accidentally closed the door behind her by backing into it.
The creature turned to look at her, and now Kasumi could be one hundred percent certain that this was not the person its face would have her believe. Nabiki tended to close off her emotions, only let certain people get close to her on her terms. This came off as cold to some people, and indeed that was what her eyes tended to show. Not these eyes. They were warm, friendly, inviting. And stupid. So very stupid. You could get lost in that kind of stupidity, if you weren't careful. "Hiya Kasumi!" And the voice! The voice was so wrong! Bubbly and cheerful and, and so very wrong! "Whasa matter?" the creature asked, its hands snaked around its giant thing as its hips ground desperately back and forth in time with them. Just as it had been doing since before Kasumi entered the room.
"What are you?" Kasumi whispered.
"I'm 'Biki, silly!" the creature giggled. "Do you like my cock? I think it likes you!"
This was ridiculous! Impossible, unthinkable! The very notion that this was her little sister, transformed by some bizarre and cruel and sick magic into this twisted creature, that she would debase herself with self pleasure... it struck out at everything she knew and cared for. But then again, she knew people that turned into ducks or cats or pandas, or even switched sex. No, no, she couldn't admit it. Couldn't admit to the merest possibility that this could be true. That this could really be -
"Nabiki?" she cried, tears streaming down her cheek. "What... what happened to you?"
"I became a bimbo!" Nabiki replied in a sing song voice. "And then I noticed I had this cock, and I love playing with it. Oh! Issat why you're crying? You wanna play with it too?"
"Nabiki, I need you to concentrate for me. What made you change like this?"
"Thinking's hard!"
"I know, dear. But please, if I'm going to turn you back to normal I need you to help me."
"I don't wanna turn back to normal!"
"Nabiki Tendo, will you stop -stop pleasuring yourself and help me help you?!"
It was a rare event when Kasumi raised her voice. The last time she'd really done it was when the Saotomes had first arrived, and the true depths of Genma's stupidity had hit her and the rest of the family like a herd of stampeding elephants. On top of the rest of the stress the situation had put upon them, it was only natural that they'd lash out like that. Anger was not the way to solve this problem. Calming down and getting Nabiki to tell her what had happened, that was the first step. So she looked at Nabiki expectantly, right in those stupid eyes. That was as much a deliberate attempt to avoid looking at... that as much as it was a psychological ploy. Nabiki, for her part, was pouting at her. It would've been adorable, if not for the peripheral knowledge of the thing she really didn't want to think about going on just out of range of sight.
"I wish you were a bimbo, too!" Nabiki declared, her eyes almost seeming to pity Kasumi. "Then you would totally have no worries, just like me!"
Kasumi opened her mouth to respond, but whatever she was going to say would have to go unsaid. Her voice stopped in its tracks as this most peculiar feeling washed over her entire body. Peculiar, but pleasant.
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