Curvy Akane: Body Talk

Unending BE - episode 856954

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“I think she likes you,” Nabiki quipped as Akane extracted the unconscious redhead from her ample bosom.

She scowled at her older sister and carefully rolled the girl she assumed was Ranma onto the floor next to her. This gave her the time she needed to take a better look at their guest and make something of an appraisal.

The first thing that struck her was that anyone who couldn’t tell this was a girl simply needed their eyes tested before they did themselves an injury. Sure, she could hardly comment on possessing a girlish figure with any sense of objectivity - at least not any more - but the figure was rather unmistakable underneath those damp clothes. Even if they were a size too big for her. Come to it, the slightly oversized clothes gave Ranma a rather adorable look... A pair of black trousers that were the tiniest bit big, a red chinese shirt with sleeves that only covered a little past her shoulders. There was a strip of cloth tied off around her shirt at waist height, which looked like it might well be some form of makeshift belt.

Yesterday Akane would’ve given anything for a figure like that. Today she’d give anything to have a figure that normal.

“Akane, we can’t just leave her there like that,” Kasumi interrupted her thoughts. “Take the poor dear upstairs so she can rest properly. She must be exhausted after her journey.”

With a curt nod, Akane dragged herself to her feet and carefully, slowly does it, pulled Ranma into a fireman’s carry. Unfortunately this resulted in Ranma’s leg getting caught in her cleavage, but right now that was a problem she could ignore. Just take one thing at a time, and untangle this mess she’d found herself in. Eventually things would work themselves out.

The next problem she resolved to sort out would have to be that pesky optimism.

Did she even know what she looked like just now? She obviously had a solid idea of how her body had transformed, and knew that her clothes had changed... But still it was hard to reconcile the idea that her little sister would willingly walk out of her own room looking anything like that.

Nabiki’s mind couldn’t help but contrast the image in her mind. Yesterday she had a cute tomboyish look about her, tempered by the air of the unapproachable. The more she said that the boys couldn’t have her the more they wanted her. The more she kicked their asses, the more they struggled back for even the slimmest of slim chances that they’d be the one to win in the end. Not that any of them ever stood even half - no, even a hundredth - of a chance. She mowed through them so quickly and efficiently that those idiotic athletic boys took it as a challenge to be overcome. Treated her like a prize to be won, but in truth this prize fought back, determined to prove that she was more than a pretty face.

That was yesterday and every day before. Now? Complete transformation. No, not quite complete, that was the wrong word to use. Same cutesy face. Same long hair that went right down her back and the same twin trails of hair down either side of her face, even though she always looked better with short hair. So mostly transformed. Maybe 75%? The obvious and largest change were her breasts, with an emphasis on the “large” part of the description. For a moment there when Ranma fell in face first, Nabiki honestly thought her entire body would wind up sucked into the cleavage never to be seen again. The point was, the breasts were obvious. Blatant.

Less obvious was the change to her figure, which was largely because Akane spent a lot of time working out. She always stayed trim, never needed to worry about diets, never worried about her weight. Just got on with training. Jogged religiously. That was enough to keep her healthy and always had been. But now? Well, her breasts may draw the most attention but her figure was much more streamlined. Thinner was the wrong word to use, because there was an indication behind it that her already thin sister had gone into a very unhealthy place. Curvier? Yes, that seemed safer. Like someone had taken a sculpture of the ideal human female and stuck Akane’s head on it.

It didn’t even stop there. According to what Akane had said, it seemed as though whatever had triggered the transformation thought it best to ensure that she could never, ever cover herself properly. She had obviously elected to wear her training gear. A psychological crutch for a difficult situation? Probably. Who could say? What she could say was that her training gear was not supposed to wear like that. No way. The top should have folded over her entire chest covering pretty much everything from the neck down rather than conforming to the shape of her breasts and leaving a fair amount of gap between the folds. It should also cover her waistline, but on the plus side at least the sleeves were unaltered.

And there was one other thing that Akane almost certainly hadn’t noticed yet, because it’s not something most people would become aware of by looking at themselves in the mirror. Maybe it was something to do with her new body, maybe it was something else entirely. Body language is a large part of human interaction quite often people betray what they’re thinking or what they’re feeling with facial expressions or how they’re standing or what they’re doing with their hands, or whatever. Some people are better at reading body language than others, but most are at least subconsciously aware of obvious cues. Right now? At this very moment Akane’s body language was screaming one thing at the top of her... whatever the equivalent of lungs for body language happened to be.

It was shouting, yelling, crying one simple message: Fuck me. Fuck me hard and don’t stop until one of us is unconscious. It was like she couldn’t help but make movements that drew attention to her new figure. Couldn’t help but roll those hips and draw attention to her rather magnificent ass. Couldn’t stop bending over for a peek at her tits... Yet her facial expressions indicated complete obliviousness to the fact, and Akane was simply not that good an actor to pull that off.

Or to more efficiently summarise what Nabiki was thinking as she watched her sister carry Ranma upstairs, “She’s a walking wet dream. Every boy and every girl in school will pay through the nose for pictures of her.” The rest of her thoughts were filled with the sound of cash registers, and trying to stop herself from staring long enough to go get her camera...

Soft and warm. He was somewhere soft and warm. Scratch that. She was somewhere soft and warm. Still female. Annoying. Where was he - she - now? Ranma opened her eyes and found herself in a rather girly room and lying in a very girly bed. Next to her was a - wow. Wow wow wow. The mystery girl/sex goddess handed her a handkerchief and Ranma dabbed the blood away from her nose.

“Hi,” the girl said, smiling faintly. “I’m Akane. Sorry about downstairs. Would you like to be friends?”

Ranma numbly nodded. She didn’t trust herself to do anything else quite yet.

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Lumitiel

Wed May 16 10:37:06 2012

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