Mrs. Hinako Tendo - Meet your Future Husband Girls!

Unending BE - episode 1287578

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“I’m home.” Akane declared, stepping into the house. Her next goal was, of course, the dojo. Off came the jogging uniform, on came the gi, which “normally” was a fair bit baggy. But now it fit rather snugly, cleavage barely contained in the tip, her hips filling out its pants to what would look like to any onlookers the breaking point. If there had been anyone around as she walked in, their eyes would have probably locked on to… well… it depends if they were viewing from the front or back. Front? Definitely the chest, bouncing quite freely since circumstances meant that none of the Tendo women could wear bras. Back? No doubt, to use the vernacular, dat ass. Swaying hips and tight scrunching fabric would make any man an ass man.

But, of course, nobody were there to ogle her today. So she went into the dojo and started with her usual opening exercise of breaking bricks. She stacked up five in a row, then looked it over, sighed and pulled out another five. "Keep forgetting... boosted strength," she said, kissing her index finger and then pressing the finger on the top brick of the pile. “Hii-yaaahh!” Hand chop, straight through the bricks. For a moment they almost seemed to hold together, before splitting down the middle and falling down each side in two perfect halves.

Click, click.

“Good form today sis, no wonder the boys at school all go gaga.” It was Nabiki, camera in hand.

“I’m not interested in boys Nabiki.” Akane said with a huff. She lifted her left leg and casually kicked aside the two halves.

“Oh, too bad. Then I guess you won’t be interested in what mom has to offer.”

“What about Mother?”

“Excuse me!?” Akane asked.

“One of you girls is getting married!” Hinako declared again, pulling out another popper and pulling it in celebration.

“Father, could you explain it? Mother seems too… excited about this.” Kasumi said, as Hinako started talking about wedding plans.

Soun cleared his throat, “Yes, well, you all know how your parents met.”

Yes they all knew the stories. Of the Evil and Lecherous Old Master, how he had saved their mother from a terminal illness but like any Devil his deal had a cost. How he had taken on their father as a “student” to be used mostly as a scapegoat and punching bag. And how eventually they had had enough and defeated him, with Soun deciding to marry her to create a true fairy tale ending.

(Soun and Hinako not told them about the part about her getting pregnant with Kasumi before getting married to the girls, but they had all figured it out from comparing Kasumi’s birthday to the date of their parents wedding anniversary already.)

“Well, remember my other training partner, Genma?”

“The one who had all the harebrained schemes?” Nabiki asked.

“The one who got you two in trouble all the time with his lack of impulse control?” Akane asked.

“The one who mother once called as smart as a bag of rocks?” Kasumi asked.

“Hey! He was a lovable bag of dumb rocks!” Hinako threw in.

“Yes, him.” Soun coughed, “Well, after defeating The Master we decided that on such an occasion a bond between families would be a… good… idea.”

“And now Ranma’s coming!” Hinako said.

“So Ranma’s the son of Genma?” Nabiki said. “So you want one of us to marry a bag of rocks?”

“Son of a bag of rocks Nabiki.” Kasumi said.

“Now now, I doubt Ranma could be as… cunning, in his own way, as Genma.” Soun mused, trying very hard not to insult his best friend while also not lying through his teeth.

“Damn it! Drop me!” A new voice came in.

“Oh! Ranma!” Hinako jumped up, “That must be Ranma! Yaaay, Ranma! Yay son in law!”

That’s when the giant panda bear with a person on his back came in.

The Tendo family stared at it, the sisters jaw’s hanging slightly. Soun wondered where the zoo breakout had happened… and the mother…

”PANDA!” Hinako did a running tackle, which sent the panda flying out into the backyard with her, “Oh my gosh you’re so cute and fuzzy and biiggg and wow Soun we’re going to keep him right I’ll call him Ataru and he’ll be the best panda ever and-”

Meanwhile, the person who had been held by the panda spun through the air and landed with perfect balance in front of the table. “Uh… hi?” They said.

“...Ranma?” Soun asked.

“Err, yeah.”

“Oh, hello…” Soun glanced down at Ranma, noticing the way that Ranma’s chest seemed to swell against the baggy shirt. “...young lady?”

Face reddening, the girl turned away.

Relief crossed Soun’s heart. “I see, so Genma had a daughter!” Well that solved everything! Now his wife wouldn’t keep pushing the engagement. “And, tell me young lady, what’s with the panda? Where’s your father?”

“Err….”

“Father, I think it’s clear that Ranma’s been having a stressful time.” In a flash Akane was next to Soun, “I think it would be best to let her relax a little.”

“Err, right.” Soun, as usual, deferred to the women of the household.

Akane bent down a little, hands on her knees to be able to look Ranma in the eye. Ranma’s face reddened a little more, though from probably a fairly different reason, since she had a clear view of the frankly amazing cleavage contained within that gi.

Akane, meanwhile, was finding herself just unable to resist. This cute, vulnerable looking girl! She just wanted to… eat her up. “Hello there sweetie, I’m Akane.” She trailed a finger along Ranma’s cheek. Oh she was trembling a little, the poor thing! “How are you?”

“..c-could be better.” Ranma stammered out.

“Oh you poor thing.” Akane’s voice dropped in pitch, becoming huskier, “Well, let me ask, would you like a friend? I’ll be here for you.”

A short, trembling nod, and Akane took Ranma’s hand. “Well then, let’s go get to know each other.”

Ranma was seriously kicking herself for trying to run away. This place seemed pretty nice, after all. And this Akane woman was… err…

Well, dear reader, recall the description given of Akane at the start? Ranma was behind Akane, and dat ass was all she could see. She couldn’t help it! It was like gravity for her eyeline, drawing her in irresistibly. Maybe she could briefly resist, but it would pull her back in no time. Finally they reached the dojo, and Akane turned to face her. This didn’t help much, because the bra-free bounce made her gaze shoot up so fast she almost got whiplash.

“Now, your dad trained with our parents, so you know some martial arts right?”

Wait. Parents? Ranma realized there was something weird about that. If Ranma had to place the woman’s age it would be somewhere in the mid-twenties or a youthful thirties. How old was she? Oh wait, she’s asking a question maybe she should do more than stare and ponder and instead nod.

“Right, been awhile since I’ve had a challenge outside the family.” Akane said, “They’re all soooo… feeble. Especially when I’m like this.” She smiled, “This is just a friendly little match though, don’t worry, I won’t be too… rough.”

Oh thank god. Martial arts were able to fill Ranma’s brain and let her push her lidbo out of her brainspace. She nodded to accept the challenge, keeping herself in a loose standing stance. No need to try anything serious since she probably wasn’t that tough and-

Ranma’s arm had to rise up to block a hammer blow that was so fast most wouldn’t be able to see it. Then she had to duck under a kick that still grazed the tips of her bangs. OK, so Akane was a bit more capable than Ranma had first assumed.

The kick didn’t let up, and she somehow shifted it into a stomp down at Ranma. Ranma had to twist out of the way, hearing the loud thud of her foot hitting the dojo floor and oh wow that did interesting things to her chest and focus she just got a punch in!

Ranma rolled back, springing herself up with a hand and landing in an actual stance. But Akane didn’t let up, she was right in front of Ranma in an instant, and both hands lashed forward… to Ranma’s sides. She realized that Akane had backed her up to a wall, and was leaning over her. A strange smile on her face.

“DId you hear about the engagement?” Akane asked, “I have to admit… seeing how cute you are I’m a little sad it’s not going to happen now.” Wh-what!?

A hand reached down, trailing across Ranma’s chest. “Well, I suppose we could get to know each other a little better, eh Ranma? You’re so adorable, I’m sure you’ll love being my new pet.”

P-pet!? An image of Ranma in a collar, being kissed on the forehead by Akane with both of them wearing very little else- No! Bad thoughts! Resist this sexy woman wanting to make you into-

Poof. It was almost instantaneous. One moment there was a powerful woman leaning over Ranma, confident and ready to claim her. The next there was a teenage girl, only slightly taller than Ranma herself. Eyes wide, face reddening.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” This new Akane sprang back, “Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I just… when I get like that… sometimes I… oh god. This is why Mother tells you to always meet people like this first!”

Ranma stared. You know, while she wasn't a walking sex nuke this chick was still very pretty. Also a bit less intimidating in a weirdly appealing way, and more just appealing in a normal way.

“Uh… what happened? Ranma asked.

Akane sighed, “It’s… look. It’s something you’ll have to know about our family, it’s…”

”STRANGE OLD MAN IN THE BATH!!!!” Ranma and Akane’s heads jerked back to the house, where the voice of that little girl that had tackled her old man was screaming loud enough to be heard from the dojo. ”HAPPOGOJUENSATSU!”

“Well, I guess Mother can explain.” Akane said with a sigh.

Returning to the living room, the sight was a bit different now.

Laying on the table was her old man, Genma Saotome, only now he looked like somebody had stuck a straw in him and just started sucking. Shriveled, twitching, and groaning Ranma couldn’t remember any time she had seen him look so beaten.

Kneeling at the table next to him, looking very apologetic, was a new woman. She was… well… she was wearing the same outfit as that little girl only now stretched over a very much not little body. “Oh god I’m so sorry Genma.” She said in the tone of someone who had been saying that a lot over the past few minutes. Soun, Nabiki, and Kasumi were all watching from a slight distance.

“Pops?” Ranma asked, sitting across from the woman, “Err, the hell happened to you?”

“Boy… word of advice… put the sign up on the bath before you go in…”

Normally Ranma would deliberately do the exact opposite of any advice given by this idiot of a father. This time around though, her instincts were telling her this would be a bad idea.

“Is there anything I can get you Genma?” The woman asked, “To make things a bit more comfortable while you recover?”

“Hot water… pour it… on Ranma…”

Oh great. Now the secret was coming out. With a sign of resignation, she waited as the woman told that Kasumi girl to get the kettle.

“My word, you are a boy!” Soun said.

"I'll say he is..." Nabiki waggled her eyebrows.

“Don’t be rude!” Akane said, herself unable to resist staring.

Ranma himself found himself just staring at his knees, boy this was awkward. Genma himself had managed to get back some strength and was sitting up next to him. “Indeed. Tendo, Hinako, this is my son Ranma.”

“Oh it’s great to meet you.” Hinako said cheerfully. “Genma, you old dummy, why didn’t you say anything about being that panda?”

“I can’t exactly talk as one you know.” Genma said.

“So you know this lady too?” Ranma asked.

“Oh yes. Father and Mother both studied Anything Goes along with yours.” Kasumi said, “Mother would often tell the adventures the three of them got on as bedtime stories.”

Ranma side-eyed his father. “You never told me anything about your training.”

Genma coughed, “They, err..”

“I did edit out the Master’s actions in most of them. They were children after all.” Hinako said.

“Yes they were a little inappropriate to tell a ch1ld and as you got older you didn’t ask.” Genma quickly bullshitted.

“Regardless of the circumstances,” Soun said, “That change the two of you went though… it was bizarre.”

“Bizarre?” Ranma’s head shot up, “What about Akane over there going from a se…. ho… bea… more mature looking lady to, uh, a more regular chick?”

“I have to admit I’m a bit concerned about that.” Genma said, “Hinako, why did you teach your daughter that dangerous technique? Knowing the side effects?”

Dangerous technique? What kind of technique was it that Genma Saotome of all people would think it too dangerous to teach?! Ranma openly gawked at his father, unable to ask.

Hinako frowned, “That’s the thing. We didn’t. But all three of my girls can somehow use it instinctively.”

"Uh... what kind of technique is this"? Ranma asked, partly wondering if he could learn it... Or at least learn a counter for it. A martial artist through and through.

Soun shook his head, “A terrible technique. More of a curse the Master gave my dear wife. Kasumi, would you be so kind as to use me to demonstrate it?”

“Of course father.” Kasumi said, reaching into her apron and pulling out a five yen coin. “Just a little?”

“Yes.” Soun said.

“All right then.” Kasumi held up the coin in front of Soun, “Tendogoyensatsu.”

Ranma tried to be polite. He tried not to gawp. He tried not to leer. But... Oof. You'd need a will made of diamond to stop yourself from checking out the result of this technique. Kasumi was already possessed of a body that a model might envy, but now…

Curves, curves as far as the eye could see. Hips as wide as Akane’s had been but even larger breasts. The poor apron was swelling and straining against those massive mammaries! Oh good lord there seemed to be two damp spots forming at the tips of her chest! It was far too easy to imagine her lifting up that blouse and apron to allow you to suckle! Her face, already kind and sweet, took on a motherly quality that just gave Rnama the urge to sit down next to her and ask her to take read him a bedtime story and then tuck him into bed… and then ask her to join him!! If there was only one word, no, only one acronym to describe Kasumi now… Milf! M.I.L.F!

“Incredible.” Genma said, before pointedly turning away from Kasumi. (A smart move, as ogling his oldest friend’s daughter would probably go down like a barbed wire sandwich.) “To think, the most dreaded technique of Anything Goes embeds itself into your very blood!”

“At the very least they age normally.” Hinako said. “I’m stuck looking like a 10 year old ch1ld when I run out of Ki to use.”

“Yeah every few months when a new police officer gets assigned to the area we have to explain it. Again and again.” Akane said. "Mother spends most of her time in this younger form unless she drains people, so it looks pretty bad to people that don't know about this."

"Wait... So if she spends most of her time as a ch1ld unless she's draining energy, then how did you three..." Ranma began to ask, trying really hard not to think about the biological implications.

“Though, if your girls age normally why not simply have them seal the technique?” Genma asked, blatantly ignoring Ranma's bloody pertinent question.

Nabiki laughed hollowly, “Oh how I wish I could never become her again. But, alas, if we don’t use the technique… it’s almost like withdrawal. We get antsy, we start getting unstable, and soon enough we start using it without thinking. The longest I’ve been able to go without using it is a month.”

"No really, this is starting to bug me..." Ranma tried to interrupt, but was again ignored.

“And by the end of it poor Nabiki was barely able to think straight.” Kasumi said, “She stopped carrying money, only looked at the ground, and avoided anything round.”

“Seriously guys, how did she have one, let alone three children?”

“Tragically, I ran into a bike marathon and snapped. I tackled one of the riders, picked up their bike and used the front wheel to drain all of them.” Nabiki said. “They… weren’t happy with me.”

"I mean, it's a wonder the police are still happy with this marriage even after the explanation. It's really kind of creepy if you think about it!"

“Well then!” Genma said, standing up and slapping Ranma’s head into the table, “I suppose we should explain our tale of woe then yes?”

And they did, but honestly there’s no need to retread that ground.

“You poor man!” Hinako said, “Such a horrible curse!”

“The path of a martial artist is fraught with peril.” Soun nodded gravely.

“They sure do look cute in their cursed forms though.” Hinako added, “Right Akane?”

Oh great, remind them of that time in the dojo. Both Ranma and Akane’s faced reddened as they tried to forget that.

“Well then, Tendo, Hinako, I think now’s the time we decide how the engagement should go, no?” Genma asked.

“I never asked for this!” Ranma protested.

“Err, Saotome, I’ve been thinking, maybe it would be best to put this off until-”

"Yes, Soun! I quite agree!" Hinako declared. "It would hardly be right to ask him to make his choice right here and now. Obviously he must date all three of our daughters before he knows which he wishes to marry."

Genma nodded, “Of course of course. Good thinking as always Hinako. It would be remiss to try and shove Ranma into a matchup now.”

“Wh-what!?” Akane shouted, “Mother! You can’t be serious?”

“Well why not? Those boys will probably give up once you have a boyfriend.”

“But he’ll be dating all of us?” Nabiki asked.

“Well yes he’ll be Nabiki’s boyfriend too. Don’t worry I’ll explain to the rest of the faculty that nothing immoral is going on. It’s all very traditional courtship you know.”

Yes. A traditional courtship. Between a boy who is occasionally a girl, and three sisters who were energy vampires that briefly transformed into curvaceous sex nukes. Raised by a woman who still hadn’t answered the question of how she had them!

“Oh my. I do like younger men.” MILF Kasumi (Milfsumi?) said, “Well, in this form.” She paused, “Something about taking care of them appeals to me more when I’m like this.”

“Well that’s a trait of a good wife.” Genma said, still not looking at her.

“Oh thank you Mr. Saotome.” Kasumi said.

“Yes.” Nabiki said, “Thank you so much.” Her tone was much more sarcastic.

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Tritan

Mon Dec 18 06:03:12 2017

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