Her trip down the stairs and into the Tendo furo had been quick as lightning and nearly as loud. Feet thundering down the steps, almost barreling into Kasumi, who narrowly avoided her sister’s ink stained body (and a similar casting re-role) as she twisted to the side from the middle Tendo’s run.
“Sorry sis,” was all Nabiki said as she opened and closed the door, rushing forward and grabbing a spare towel to scrub off the ink from her body.
And finding it had the consistency of molasses on a cold Autumn day.
Stuck to her like tar… only blue?
Purple?
It hadn’t looked like that color earlier had it?
It didn’t matter.
Scrub scrub scrub was the agenda now, and she got busy. Grabbing a bucket and dosing her legs in the water.
“Oooh…”
Shivering at how oddly good that felt, her toes curling… a bit much in her now wet socks as she stood there. The ink fading, draining away…
Least that which hadn’t already been absorbed far deeper than her surface skin, dyeing into her mundane nature with a spark of something quite a bit odder than normal (even for the standards of her family).
Nabiki sat on the wooden stool as she rubbed the water clogged and now ink stained towel up and down across her increasingly sensitive flesh. A reddish sort of irritation building on and under her flesh, like an allergic reaction. Of a sort.
Then going darker, brighter. Bluish… purple. A light violet color. Hairs vanishing as smooth, overly smooth texture came upon her legs. Lines drawing onto her skin like little diamonds as cartoony fish scales started to form, her toes growing numb…
Her legs feeling numb too.
But she wasn’t feeling that.
Instead her chest was heating up.
“Wha-uh-AH!”
Fast.
Her bra cinched tight, like straight jacket on her suddenly far too tight tits. Nipples like swollen bottlecaps pushing outward into fabric fast becoming impossibly too small for her assets, breasts cramping, bulging… creaking with an inflation of impossible roundness.
And then-
*FWHOOMP*
Her right tit simply gave up humanity… sense… modesty… and all proportions of realism as it ballooned outward into a round bouncy orb, light lavender with dark purple areolas that bobbed up and down like it was floating in water.
Even as she continued to pant in the air.
As big as her own head, bigger even, and making the still human teat beside it positively shiver with envy.
Well that wouldn’t do.
*FWHOOMP!*
Two partners in sea siren absurdity, the bounced and swayed and rose and fell as Nabiki felt herself seemingly come undone, become something, someone else as the ink continued to play upon her poor human identity. She rose up, or tried to, her legs too weak to keep her standing. Instead she started to fall, but in slow motion. Almost like she was underwater. Her lower body miming a fish’s tail for moment as she fell forward, tit first onto the edge of the bath. Her breasts smashing against the side, pressing against one another.
She fell forward and into the water with colossal splash…
And then Nabiki Tendo rose out of it, coughing, sputtering.
No longer floating high, proud, or as big as she had been a moment ago.
“Wha… what-how?”
She had no idea. All she knew for sure was that her shirt and bra had been sacrificed in whatever had just happened. Buttons laid upon the floor, fabric torn upon her shoulders…
And the only clue a now increasingly faded ink stained towel under the faucet.
Sun Feb 02 05:32:29 2020
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