Her walk back home had been frustrating before the ink bottle explosion. Now it was downright infuriating. She couldn’t manage to get the dark black ink off her hands, and when she rubbed it against the wall beside her it seemed as if the handprint would fade away while the ink remained. Worst of all, it was a bit itchy now.
“Ugh! As if I needed anything more,” Akane growled out, scratching at her own hands. Pale pink skin going grey as the color fled from her body where the ink had touched. Sweeping upwards under her clothes and down to her fingers. Hair hands shivering, bulging as if they might change into something else (oversized gloves?) before settling down into dainty fine fingers capped with perfect little nails each outlined in clear black ink. There was a brief bit of pinching at each one as the pushed out just a tad, longer and finer than she could have afforded to have normally as a martial artist.
She finally gave up, walking off, faster now. Her lips curved down into a frown…
While above her head a cloud of black and white smoke began to form. Angry curls of thoughts made manifest.
“Why’d that two-timing skirt chasing… dewdropper have to give Shampoo the time a day anyhow? She’s picture perfect dumb Dora even if she looks like choice bit of calico even ‘fore the cold water comes out…”
Lightning bolts shot out from the storm cloud of anger above her head as a drizzle of rain fell upon her increasingly sleek black hair. A perfect shiny helmer bobcut taking shape as her style become more caricture than normal, a single streak of white (or mirror like shine?) forming above her right eye. Said eyes were going from brown to black, a bit more slant and style to her face as she took on a more ‘inspired’ design.
“Why I oughta wallop that bimbo for letting all those wannabe Sheba’s try and cash in on my man. I ain’t no sunday school stamp,” Akane said, her voice shifting to a bit more of melodious tone. Then putting her hands to her hips, presenting her chest as she continued, “I got some nice pair of bubs too, don’t ya know~!”
As if to prove what she’d just said, her chest tightened, pressed and pressured… then sprung forth.
A bit.
Akane glared at her endowments, hidden beneath her shirt, and not even breaking her bra despite the sudden doubling in mass as they took on toony roundness and (currently hidden grey pallor capped by button black nipples).
“I said, I got a great pair of bubs, don’t I!” Akane said again, putting her thumb to her mouth, biting down… and blowing.
And her chest responding, her arm swelling briefly as air flowed down it. Before her breasts rounded further, rapidly expanding as they doubled again.
*CREAK*
*SNAP*
*POP*
Those were the sounds she wanted to here! Cloth barely holding on, a bra snapping apart, and a button flying off to parts unknown as she started to show some goods finally!
“Like Ranma will walk past this without turning heel and giving me the whole one-two-three peep show,” Akane said, smiling as she turned towards her house, her good humor at her sudden change in appearance causing the cloud to vanish… and her assets to rapidly start fading away. “I won’t even charge him a nickel to… watch?”
What had she been talking about?
And… and why was her shirt torn up?!
Akane reached the immediate (and wrong) conclusion.
“Damn it Happosai… I can’t afford to keep buying new underwear!”
Mon Feb 03 01:36:40 2020
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