With Kasumi having run passed, her rather distractingly naked ass jiggling entirely too much for his comfort, Ranma was steadily coming to the conclusion that leaving Akane behind had been a mistake. His reeling mind was frantically trying not to comprehend the sounds coming from the kitchen but he was starting to think that perhaps expecting Akane to be able to properly fight off the shear nightmare that was Nabiki was a bit much. Even he was sure having a hard time imagining taking out Nabiki with that insanely huge dong getting in the way.
Decision made, he dropped from the ceiling and sprang into the kitchen ready for action.
But not ready for the sight of his fiance's pale ass cheeks pressed apart by the thick trunk of a cock splitting her pussy. Ranma was struck dumb at seeing the cute slit he'd caught only a flash of once upon a time, now spread lewdly and distended about an absurdly large penis. As he watched, Akane slumped on to her side upon the kitchen table as Nabiki sat up, her ridiculous prick sliding out of her sister along with a flood of white goo and an obscene sucking noise as Akane's pussy lips clung to the retreating intruder.
This awful sight and the way Nabiki smiled a raunchy smile and groped Akane's ass spurred Ranma to action and he launched himself at her intent on tearing her away from Akane as quickly as possible. Nabiki's vacuous eyes went wide as she saw him, “Oh hi Ranma! Want-Oooh!”
He collided into her shoulder wrapping an arm about her back, letting his momentum carry them off the table and away from Akane but somehow Nabiki managed to get her legs around his waist and was clinging to him as they got airborne for half a second. They crashed through the counter and cabinets and halfway through the wall. He was disoriented for a moment but the presence of Nabiki's very full and lush rear upon his lap was the first indication that something was truly wrong. The warm hardness firmly pressing against his adam's apple was the next. True horrible awareness came when Nabiki's pelvis shifted and his chin was nudged and the pungent odor he recognized as something similar to the smell of his drawers after a particularly sweaty training session became overwhelming.
“Gahhh! Get away from me!” he shouted and thrust her away with a fair bit of strength. Nabiki shot back across the floor and Ranma was up and bouncing onto the kitchen table deciding that now retreat with Akane was in order.
Only somehow Nabiki had recovered like lightning and had interposed herself between him and Akane's unconscious form. With a near shout of alarm, he backpedaled as the crazed Tendo released the mammoth dick she'd been holding against her similarly immense boobs and the thing nearly touched him as it fell, she giggled, “Oh! Don't run! It won't bite you!”
“Yea-yea, not what I'm worried about.” replied Ranma as he dropped off the table only to leap into the air, rebound off the wall to get at Akane from a different angle. Once again Nabiki showed an incredible level of agility and speed and she was there, her fist lancing out heading straight for his crotch. He casually deflected it but Nabiki's other arm was then shooting forward on the same trajectory. He knocked it away and they settled into a lightning fast action-reaction game of keep away with his crotch. Ranma was simply stunned by Nabiki's ability to keep up. Where the hell was she getting this skill?
Finally, he grew tired of the stalemate and he went all in with a complex series of moves that would leave the transformed Tendo safely unconscious so that he could figure out what the hell was going on.
Her hips rolling, Nabiki bent over backwards in a rather amazing display of flexibility. Ranma's fist never made contact with her face, instead his arm was suddenly ensconced snugly within Nabiki's cavernous cleavage. The girl let out a crazed moan, “Oohh! Ranma!” as she used her upper arms to squeeze her huge jugs around him. His attack was stalled by this unexpected response but he was soon flailing backwards as Nabiki jerked her pelvis and her disgusting third arm of a cock punched out from her crotch towards his face.
Ranma shook off his disgust and tried a different attack. But once again Nabiki's unconventional tactics flummoxed him and he somehow ended up with both hands on Nabiki's tush as she stuck it out at him, wiggling it, and shooting him a sexy look over her shoulder. “Oh Ranma! Let's quit the foreplay and FUCK already!”
He tore his hands away, wincing powerfully as he retreated, “Not going to happen, lady. Heck, Nabiki! What happened to you?!”
She turned and leapt at him her arms widespread, “I got a nice big cock! But don't worry! I've still got a nice wet cunt for you to fuck, Ranma!”
It was about the time Nabiki inexplicably wriggled through all of his defenses to lay a vigorously fondling hand upon his crotch that he realized he was dealing with some crazy sex type of martial art that the Tendo had somehow picked up along with her new downstairs addition. He inwardly shuddered at the thought of learning this particular style in order to eventually defeat her as was his usual pattern. Rather than go down that path he decided to try grappling and overpower her despite the rather obvious and horrifying drawbacks to that plan. He captured her hands in his and forced her back, noticing something hard and rounded in her palm as he did so.
Nabiki's mad face leered at him and he cursed at the same time she made another of her horrifying declarations:
“Ranma, I wish you'd love my cock—love it so much you can't help it!”
“Jeeze, Nabiki! I wish you were thinking clearly!”
Ranma was in love. The feelings he'd hesitantly admitted to himself of having for Akane were pathetic wispy nothings next to the powerful all encompassing passion he felt at this moment.
It was so huge. His eyes swept up and down its tremendous length, tracing the sturdy veins lazily wandering its girth. The beauty of the flared shape of the nearly fist sized head was breath taking.
“I...love...this- dick.” It felt astonishingly good to say it out loud, even whispered. Still, even when this moment felt so right, there was something wrong.
His erection. Nabiki's rough handling had caused it but now it swelled harder and more exuberant than he could ever remember. It felt like it was going to burst from his pants! Oh how he wished he'd been blessed with that wonderful cock rather than the uninteresting one he'd been born with. He'd be able to touch it whenever he desired, show it his love with every affectionate late night caress. Everywhere he went they would be one He would be entirely complete with that beautiful prick swinging between his legs.
It felt so unfair and cruel that Nabiki, of all people, got to have it. For the first time he felt dismay that it was Akane rather than Nabiki who was chosen to be his fiance. Make no mistake, he had no love for her but with her as his wife he would forever be close to his true love. Sharing the same room. Sleeping in the same bed. Heck, joined with her with his dick inside her, their hips pressed together it would very much feel as if that perfect prick was his!
The sexual imagery brought to mind another way to show his love but his unworthy brain cringed at doing so as he was now. Ranma's eyes drifted over to the kitchen sink. How fortunate for him... to have such a curse...
Nabiki had a problem.
A big problem.
Several big problems.
She had a dick. An enormous awkward dick where her clit was supposed to be along with a pair of absolutely outrageously oversized tits.
Surprisingly, these were actually her lesser problems.
That in of itself was indicative of another problem. She was horny. Much hornier than she'd recalled ever being. And rather unfortunately aroused by both her new boobs and the tremendously sized cock jutting out from her newly flaring hips.
So yea, she wasn't herself. She was still a bimbo. Just no longer a stupid vapid empty headed one. But still very easily aroused and--some quick mental arithmetic--pretty easy. Just a look from a cute guy or uh...girl even and the panties were coming off. That was a bit annoying (and arousing!). Well, at least she'd be able to turn a profit pretty easily that way, not that she liked the idea of getting quite so personally involved in a money making scheme. Or did she? Whores were kind of hot.
Nabiki face palmed. This bimbo-ness was going to be a supreme pain.
This leads us to Nabiki's last and final problem. Also the largest.
Ranma had the Wishing Rock.
She could see his hand clutching it as he messed with the faucet at the kitchen sink. Somehow they'd exchanged it during the struggle. She doubted he even realized he was holding it. Going over her own memories of the past hour, Nabiki saw that her idiotic self had barely been aware of the small rock most of the time. She'd truly been lucky (or unlucky!) to have managed to hold on to it that long but maybe the magical item itself had something to do with that.
It suddenly occurred to Nabiki that she was taking her situation awfully well all things considered. She had a disgusting new appendage, a warped and strange new body, and she'd recently exuberantly fucked both of her sisters. She liked to consider herself well-grounded but it was a bit much to expect her to be able to take such earth shattering events in stride.
It took her only a moment to come up with the answer. Ranma's wish: For her to think clearly. Because of it she was able to calculate the variables free from distressing emotion. How very fortunate for her.
Of course, that still left her with what to do about Ranma and the Wishing Rock. Just one ill-considered phrase and all would be lost.
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