She continued along the street, hands bunched up tightly. Akane had tried, and mostly succeeded, in wiping the ink off onto her skirt. Though her hands were still stained with grimey black texture that refused to depart. It felt weird… creepy. Her fingers rubbed together, skin on skin, the slimey feel of it just a bit too sticky.
And warm, oddly warm.
“Ugh, as if I didn’t have enough problems to worry about,” Akane said to herself, raising her hand up to brush through her hair. Stopping as she looked at her right hand, frowning at the sight of it. Before shaking her head and doing it anyway. She’d just take a shower when she got home.
Though the pass of her fingers through follicles left a change. More volume, more length, her scalp itching as hair stretched out. Blue-black going blonde, while the tips grew brighter, colored like a palette from an animator’s brush. To her shoulders and then just a bit past it. A curl naturally forming in her hair, a more naturally seductive wave to the whole of it. One that seemed to just ‘be’ part of her now, from bedroom to nightclub and always ready for both.
“Stupid bitch,” Akane said, the curse coming oddly naturally from her thicker, redder, lips. Her brown eyes dyeing a cruel blue as her complexion shifted to softer pale pink as what tan she had faded into something else.
The ink was hardly done there though. Her skirt shifted, twisted. Drawing longer, splitting, trying (and failing) to become a sheer white evening gown that would show plenty of leg.
Her step stumbled as her shoes twisted, ivory heeled pumps plumping out and forming upon suddenly smaller feet. Her motion turning into a spin, swaying a bit to beat that came from her own heart as her thoughts turned once more to the Chinese Amazon that was the source of her ire.
Why did she put up with that so-called… woman putting the moves on her man?
“Should call animal control on little miss kitty…” she said, a nasty smirk coming over her lips. Before it was replaced by a frown. “Not like it's only her fault of course. If Ranma didn’t think with his prick or his stomach she wouldn’t get half as far as she normally does…”
Though Akane was fairly sure said prick was broken even when it wasn’t transformed into a pussy by magic. How else could one explain that any of these other woman even managed to get the slightest bit of awkward glances out of the boy when she was right next to him?!
A figure like a goddess…
Or so she thought anyway, not bothering to look at how her body wasn’t exactly filling out the clothes that were trying, and failing, to form upon her as the rainbow colored traces of the ink flowed about the cloth and her own flesh. Oh something had improved, her ass was bigger and growing larger still. Thighs thickening, skin tones growing oddly technicolor as her ink showed through. Her panties snapped up, turning a bright, impossibly red color, as they became lacy, sexy, ultra risque lingerie mid-step. Her whole body starting to radiate a dangerous sort of sensuality as she moved more and more like carnal, hungry creature of needs...
“And definitely better in bed!”
Akane smirked at that…
And then stopped smiling.
Her hair changing back, her clothes popping back to normal.
A confused expression on her face. She couldn’t remember quite entirely what she’d been thinking, but she did know what she’d just said. And it was a bunch of… perverted nonsense!
She shivered as she turned toward her home, eager for a bath and a change of clothes...
Mon Feb 03 05:27:11 2020