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Nabiki the Teenage Witch: Part One, Swimsuit Competition
Nabiki watched them taking Gima Salitone away as she counted the money she had made selling him. He had been busy lately. One thing she found was the Pail of Permanence. For now on Gima would be a Panda in a private zoo. With the proceeds she would buy a book, a book on transformational magic.**
Akane and Shampoo both greedily looked at the lone swimsuit. Each was determined that she would wear it. It was a nice swimsuit but nothing special. It was a one piece, bright purple on side and florescent green on the other. Probably the only reason that one wanted it was because the other girl wanted it. That was enough. The two girls had a rivalry that went back to almost the day they met, the day that Shampoo had decided that she too was Ranma's fiancée.
Ever since that day, Shampoos had continually attempted to trick or charm Ranma into marring her. Akane had diligently been blocking her every effort. There were days that they could be almost friends, but this was not one of those days. All their frustration and anger with each other was about to explode. This though was not over Ranma. The object of both their desires was that swim suit. Both were nude, in a changing room, on the beach and there was only one swim suit. Each was determined that it would be she who would wear it.
They had just engaged in a previous catfight, and the only result was that both of their old swim suits had been ruined. Fortunately Nabiki had an extra one, and she was willing to sell it to the highest bidder. Shampoo said, "I have better idea. We fight over it, and the winner gets the suit." Then she added, "Winner gets Ranma."
Akane answered, "Challenge accepted. "The winner gets both the suit and Ranma." Then she quickly added, "Not that I want Ranma. I only want the suit!"
Shampoo smiled and said, "Good--we fight."
But fighting was not what Akane had in mind. She realized that Shampoo was stronger and probably more skilled than she was. If she was going to win, Akane was going to have to be smarter than the wily Chinese girl. All she had to do was get the suit and put it on while keeping away from Shampoo. It might not be the most honorable way to win a duel, but was she not a practitioner of "The Anything Goes" style of martial arts?
They both went into their martial art stances. Shampoo made a high kick while Akane dove for the swimsuit. Quickly she grabbed the suit and rolled out of the way.
Shampoo cried out, "You give that back!"
Akane cried out, "Naaa!" and stuck her tongue out at her opponent. She ran for the door but discovered that it was stuck.
Outside Nabiki was placing a "Closed for Repairs" sign on it.
Plan B involved Akane putting the suit on while being chased around the room by Shampoo. Akane dodged and pumped while slipping the suit up one leg and over a shoulder. But Akane's sole possession of the suit did not last long. She soon was engaged in very close combat with her opponent, while Shampoo too attempted to fit herself into the suit. At first the suit was quite elastic, accommodating both their bodies.
Suddenly, though, it slammed them together, back to back, and as it did so their bodies began to fuse and become one. Their breasts began to balloon in size until they were the size of cantaloupes. Their arms were sucked into the bathing suit as the both cried out in agony. Then one of each girl's legs was sucked in. Both girls closed their eyes as they desperately attempted not to be sucked into the swimsuit vortex.
Each girl realized that, if she were not going to get sucked in, it would be the other girl that would have to go. It was turning into a battle of wills as each, by sheer force of will, fought not to be sucked in.
Suddenly Akane cried out as she was pulled into the swimsuit. Simultaneously Shampoo's remaining limbs again popped out and the swim suit she was sporting turned purple. A rubber appendage started to sprout out of the suit like an expanding balloon. As the rubber balloon started to expand, certain features could become discernable. It was a head, resting on a neck; the chin popped out, and then the cheeks and nose. The mouth formed a round oval like those on sex dolls. Her eyes opened up, round purple irises surrounded by seas of white, staring blankly ahead. The last feature to pop out was Akane's short hairstyle. It was now just a molded part of the swimsuit that Akane had become. Akane fit Shampoo like a second skin. It felt like a second skin also. The outlines of her nipples jutting out of her now-huge breasts were clearly visible, as were her cunt lips.
Shampoo knew it was Akane. She could sense Akane soul, trapped in there, trying to get out. It was a masterful, erotic feeling for Shampoo as Akane struggled to avoid her fate. Shampoo placed her hands behind her neck and thrust out her new bust line triumphantly. She struck a pose in front of a wall mirror as she said, "I guess I win, you lose, Akane. I tell you what--maybe I will wear you on Ranma's and my wedding night."
She wiggled her hips as she strutted over to the door to open it. It would not open, or it was stuck. She stated to struggle with it, using both hands on the doorknob to force it open. As she did so, she felt her Akane-covered breasts jiggling. It felt good.
Outside, Nabiki felt the door jiggling. She looked at her watch. She thought, "One half hour gone by, right on time. I wonder if they will figure it out. Only time will tell."
Inside, Shampoo was preparing a high kick to break the door down. As she prepared her stance, she suddenly realized that Akane had not conceded the struggle and was starting to reassert herself.
Inside, Akane was not content to remain Shampoo's bathing suit forever. She was marshaling up her spirit for a counter-attack. Shampoo could feel her struggling to break out. She exclaimed, "Akane, why you so stubborn?"
But it was too late. Her swimsuit was already beginning to turn green, and her arms were being pulled into the suit. She cried out and closed her eyes in a vain attempt to stop Akane from emerging. A purple-clad Akane began to force herself out of the back of Shampoo. First to emerge was her purple-clad breasts. Then her determined head emerged from out of the back of Shampoo. Soon the pair of them made up the same two-headed, two-legged beast they had been before. Minutes passed as both of them struggled for dominance.
Every time Akane felt herself being sucked into the suit, she redoubled her efforts. At last she could tell her iron will and determination were paying off. Shampoo was weakening.
At last Akane's body popped out of the suit as the suit turned green, a sign of Akane's domination. Shampoo's body was sucked into the suit and soon a new head started to emerge from just above the bust line. Soon it blossomed into a rubber replica of Shampoo's head, complete with rubber ponytails framing Akane's enormous breasts. Akane had to admit that she liked the way they brushed against her boobs and nipples. Proudly resting her hands on her hips, Akane had to admit that Shampoo never looked better.
She decided that she would be wearing Shampoo a lot. She wondered if it would be too tacky or indecent to wear Shampoo down the isle on her and Ranma's wedding day. She certainly would be wearing Shampoo on their wedding night. She could only imagine what it would be like to be fucked dressed in this swimsuit. It was so elastic down there that there would be no need for a condom.
She walked over to the door to show Ranma her new figure. She was always claiming that her figure was better than Akane's. Now even Ranma would have to admit that was true. But the door was stuck.
Outside, Nabiki felt Akane struggling with the door. She looked at her watch and said, "One hour gone, and twenty three to go. Have fun, you two."
Inside the shack, Akane began to feel Shampoo reassert herself with a renewed vigor. "No, you don't," cried Akane, but a half-hour later it was Shampoo who was wearing Akane. But her triumph was short-lived. One half-hour later, it was Akane wearing Shampoo. The struggle went on through the night. One would become dominant, and then the other, but neither could stop the other from re-emerging.
At one point the pain of them, in their hybrid form, were resting, exhausted on the floor. Akane said, "Perhaps we should try to get out of this suit?"
Shampoo exclaimed, "So you give up. You give up Ranma to me." The struggle was on again. Night passed, and the two girls became weaker and more exhausted. If anything, the swimsuit was becoming stronger on its hold over the girls. Their ability to resist the suit was becoming less. Akane wondered what would happen when it was gone. She conjectured that the last one that had any willpower left would be the winner.
The next day, Nabiki looked at her watch. Twenty-four hours had passed. It was time to open the door. She cast an incitation, removing the binding spell. She opened the door. Inside the door, the room was empty with the exception of two swim suits lying on the floor. One was purple, with Akane's head sticking out of it. The other was a bright green with Shampoo's head sticking out of it. Both of their mouths were round ovals, and both stared blankly ahead.
Nabiki closed the door behind her. She slipped out of her bikini. She picked up Akane and examined her. She said, "Don't worry. It is not too late. I can change you back." Akane breathed a sigh of relief, but wondered why Nabiki seemed to be slipping her on. Was Nabiki actually going to wear her? This was too embarrassing. All Akane wanted was to be changed back and she would never wear a swim suit again. But she felt herself being pulled up Nabiki's legs and again up her waist. She felt herself being stretched to accommodate Nabiki's taller form. As Nabiki slipped the shoulder straps of the Akane swimsuit over her shoulders, she could feel the pleasant sensation of her breasts expanding to fill the swimsuit enormous bust line.
Nabiki grabbed Akane's rubber head and said, "It is a good thing that Shampoo never tried to slip your head over hers. Had she done so, you would have been trapped into this form forever, and forever have been Shampoo's thrall. With that she pulled Akane's head over her own as if the head had been a ski mask.
Inwardly Akane cried, "What are you doing?" But it was too late. She could feel her will and life force be devoured by a hungry Nabiki. Her body began to morph to fit that of Nabiki's. Moments later, she realized it was true. Nabiki had absorbed her life force. All she would ever be now was Nabiki's swimsuit.
Nabiki, for her part, could now access all of Akane's skills and abilities as if she was Akane herself.
Outwardly Nabiki's body began to morph. Moments later, she had assumed the size and shape of Akane. She even sounded like her ex-sister. The new Akane/Nabiki walked over to Shampoo. She slipped the new Shampoo swimsuit over her body. She slipped Shampoo's rubber head over her own, making Shampoo her own.
Nabiki found her newest thrall a true treasure trove. Not only was she a skilled martial artist, but she also had at least superficial knowledge of all sorts of Amazon magic, artifacts and traditions. It would take years for Nabiki to sort though all that Shampoo had to teach her, but now Shampoo had time. After all, she was now and would forever be only Nabiki's swimsuit.
Nabiki pulled the two rubber heads off her own. She studied herself in the mirror, the two heads of her victims flopping down. She still had a lot to do. She would have to make convincing excuses for the disappearances of the two girls to those involved.
Later that night, her two swimsuits were on mannequins, side by side. Nabiki lay on her bed, her nose in her book of Transformation. One sister was down, but the other would have to go to if she was going to inherit the dojo free and clear. That would of course mean that she would now be in line to marry Ranma. He would have to go to. She read her book and smiled. With her newfound knowledge she had gained from thrall Shampoo, this incantation would be easy to do.
Part Two: The Fifth of May
Nabiki was wearing a sombrero and a poncho as she walked past The Cat Café.It had closed down ever since Cologne had gone back to China. Some days before, Nabiki had impersonated Akane, parading around in her new Shampoo swimsuit, explaining to all interested parties that the pair of them had fought a duel of wills over a magical swimsuit and this was the result. Cologne even confirmed that the swimming suit was indeed her great-granddaughter. She even assured the Tendo household that since it was a challenge, a duel, that she would not be seeking vengeance. She would just return home and hope Lin Lin and Lun Lun turned out to be better Amazons than their sister.
Nabiki would still have to come up with an explanation for the soon-to-be disappearance of Akane, but those plans were already in the works. With luck, she would be able to kill two birds with one stone.
Ranma was wandering around, still attempting to figure out where his father went. He walked up to her and asked, "What are you doing in that get-up? You look like one of those Mexican bandits from those old cowboy movies."
Nabiki answered, "Just celebrating the Fifth of May. It is a Mexican holiday. Cino de Mayo, I believe they call it."
Ranma answered, "Nabiki, two points. First, today is not Fifth of May. That was months ago. Second, so what of it was--we're Japanese, not Mexican. You going to celebrate the Fourth of July tomorrow?"
Nabiki answered, "Its just a promotional idea I had for the Dojo. Want to help me hand out flyers?"
Ranma said, "Flyers, huh? Let me see one." She handed him a flyer. It advertised a great party at the Tendo Dojo with a Mexican theme to celebrate Cino de Mayo. There would be drinks, Mexican food, and pińatas."
Ranma commented, "It looks like you're really going all out for this. What's a pińata?"
She answered, "You know--those things filled with candy and treats in Mexico. They are hung up high, and blindfolded people take turns swinging at them with sticks in order to break them open and spill the goods. Here, I'll show you." She pulled out from underneath her poncho a stylized piece of candy. It looked like a cross between a donkey and a wicker basket. It had an eyehole on top of it. A thread was tied to the eyehole.
Ranma said, "Yeah, I remember now." He tried to grab the candy, but Nabiki yanked it from him at the last moment. He exclaimed, "Hey, cut that out!"
Nabiki said, "It's a pińata, silly. It is not supposed to be easy. That's the game."
He said, "I see you are goin to charge for this?" He grabbed for the candy again. Again, she jerked it out of the way. This time he caught it easily. He popped it in his mouth. He exclaimed, "Hey this is good. Ya got any more of those?"
She answered, "Just one, and I am saving it for Kasumi."
He said, "Well, if those are what those pińatas are stuffed with, maybe I'll come. But you're going to lose your shirt. I'll break them the first shot I get." Then he broke out in boastful laughter.
Nabiki thought, "We'll see who loses whose shirt when the day is done." But she said, "It is just a test run anyhow. If it works out, maybe it will become a regular event at the dojo."
Ranma asked, "You sure? It doesn't seem right using a dojo like this. Dojos are for training."
Nabiki answered, "You know we rent the hall out all the time. You'll be there? It just wouldn't be the same without you."
Ranma asked, "You really gonna have those pińatas? Can I see 'em?"
Nabiki answered, "Nope. They're not ready yet."
Ranma asked, "You're cutting it kinda close, aren't ya?"
She answered, "I am confident they'll be there. I know for a fact that one is being prepared as we speak. Soon the preparations on the other one will start. They'll be ready in time for the party--you'll see."
He exclaimed, "Don't worry! I'll be there. I'm gonna be the one who busts the pińatas open, remember? Give me some of those flyers. I'll even help hand them out!"
She answered, "That's all right! Just make sure you are there an hour before we open the doors. I'll let you in for half price!"
He answered, "Aren't you generous. But I bet the Dojo won't see any of this business. But don't worry. I'll be there."
She watched him walk off confidently. She muttered, once he was out of earshot, "Ranma, don't worry about the Dojo. After today, I'll practically own the Dojo."
Then she spotted a student from Friquin High. She walked over to him and exclaimed, "Come to our Cino de Mayo celebration. We'll have pińatas!"
He answered, "You mean those things little kids swing sticks at? I don't think so."
She answered, "Not this one. One of the pińatas is going to be Ranma Salitone."
He exclaimed, "I get to take a swing at Ranma? Count me in! What are the other pińatas going to look like?"
She answered, "The other one is going to be Kasumi."
He asked, "Your sister? She is so nice and sweet. Who would want to take a swing at her?"
Nabiki answered, "She's too nice. Didn't you ever want to take a punch at people like that? Now here's your chance."
He answered, "I don't know. I'll certainly want to take a punch Ranma, though."
He asked, "Are Ranma and Kasumi okay with this?"
She answered, "I haven't heard a peep of complaint from either one of them."
He walked off, still studying the flyer. She had been hearing a lot of that today.
She called after him, "Tell your friends!"
She had been planning to lead with Kasumi, leaving the big event for last, but if no one wanted to take a whack at her, it might put a damper on the festivities. Perhaps it would be better to lead with Ranma to get the crowd's adrenaline flowing.
She continued to hand out flyers and encourage people to take a whack at Ranma for the next few hours. But she knew eventually it was time to return and start preparing for the night's festivities.
She was heartened to see Kasumi had been doing her utmost to give the dojo a Mexican flavor. That was one thing she was going to miss about Kasumi. Nabiki walked up to her sister and offered her the candy.
Kasumi shook her head. She said, "No, thanks."
Nabiki looked hurt. She said, "But I worked so long and hard to make this candy just for you. I was really hoping to try it and let me know what you think. After all, I might be serving it for my husband someday. I would like to know if I did it right."
Kasumi exclaimed, "Well, if you are practicing your bridal skills, I certainly will try one. She popped it in her mouth. A look of surprise formed on her face. She exclaimed, "This is really good! You must get me the recipe. I must say, I am glad you really improving on your bridal skills."
Nabiki smirked and answered, "You just have to have the right motivation."
She helped with the preparations until Ranma walked in the door of the Dojo. He boastfully asked, "Where are these pina things I'm goin bust up?"
Nabiki said, "Why don't the two of you come into my bedroom. I think it is time for their final preparation."
Ranma complained, "Aw, I'm not so good at this arts and crafts stuff."
Kasumi said, "I would love to help you with your project. It'll be fun!"
Nabiki said, "Walk this way." The pair of them followed her, Ranma still complaining. Soon she was ushering them into her room. Nabiki closed the door behind her.
Ranma asked, in a demanding tone, "Where's these pińatas?"
Nabiki answered, "They are in here." She started to cast the final incantation.
Ranma demanded, "Where? All I see are a couple of stupid mannequins wearing swimsuits."
Kasumi volunteered helpfully, "Maybe the mannequins are the pińatas."
Suddenly Ranma doubled over in pain. He cried, "Oh man, I feel like I ate some of Akane's cookin."
Kasumi exclaimed, "Oh, dear--I do not feel so very well either."
Ranma exclaimed, "Isn't that the swimsuit Shampoo became when she lost the duel with Akane? How come you got it?"
As he slipped to his knees holding his stomach, he noticed the details of the other swimsuit. He cried out, "It looks… like… Akane! If the other… one is Shampoo…" He paused as the enormity of what he was contemplating hit him. He turned and lunged for Nabiki, shouting, "NIBIKI, YOU…" He found he could not finish the words. His efforts were only greeted by a splash of cold water as Nabiki easily dodged his sluggish form. Nabiki answered, "Yes, Ranma, I am a witch, and you are a pińata. You know Ranma; I am surprised that nobody else has figured out the trick to beating you by now. In the past, you might have been beaten temporarily. But you always figured out how beat your opponent, come back, and win. The trick to beating you is not to give you a second chance. Have fun being a pińata. I know I'll have fun."
Nabiki sat down to watch the pair's final transformation. As Ranma changed into a girl, his transformation proceeded faster. Nabiki was relieved. Ranma was fighting her transformation with all her might, while attempting to still get at Nabiki, but her moves were slow and sluggish as she struggled to inch her way along the floor. The first parts of her body to stiffen to a point she could not use them were her lower legs. Soon she was dragging them on the floor. Still she persisted in attempting to reach Nabiki. She was resting on her belly. She would rest one hand as she attempted to pull herself forward with her other hand. That was her final position when she stiffened up so she could no longer move. There was a look of wide-eyed surprise on her face as if this was the last fate she would have expected, or that it would be Nabiki who would at last best her.
Kasumi had slipped to her hands and knees. She looked up at Nabiki with happy, expectant eyes, saying, "Nabiki, we appear to be becoming paralyzed. Might you be to render us assistance? If you can't do that, could you perhaps call for somebody who could assist us?" With that she waited for Nabiki to do something about what was happening. By the time she began to suspect that Nabiki was going to do nothing, that bright-eyed happy expression was permanently frozen on her face.
Nabiki continued to watch as her two victims continued to change. Their clothing began to disintegrate, revealing nude forms beneath them. Ranma's body began to rise off the floor as her flattened breasts began to take on their round, non-flattened shape. The orbs began to grow and take on round, half-globe shapes as the doll Ranma had become now rested on her knees and the tips of her nipples.
Kasumi's nipple jutted forward as her breasts grew to an even greater size. Her fingers molded together. Her fingers began to meld together as her hands began to resemble mittens. Her toes did also. Soon she was resting to the two of those extremities.
Ranma's toes too lost their detail, as her feet became crude facsimiles of their prior selves. For some reason, the tips of Ranma's fingers did not morph, giving her hands the look being very long with a set of tiny digits at the end of them.
On both dolls, the only thing that did not change was their hair. Ranma's hair remained red, her tightly woven ponytail jutting away from the back of her head. Kasumi's ponytail, still with a ribbon tied around it, fell onto her right breast, the end resting right next to her nipple.
The outer surface of the two dolls took on the look and texture of woven straw. Inside, the dolls began to hollow out. Their eyes and lips took on a painted-on look. Within a few minutes, all that was left of Ranma and Kasumi were a pair of hollow vessels resembling a pair of very beautiful girls.
Nabiki walked over and picked up Kasumi. The new pińata was heaver than it looked. Nabiki shook the pińata and was rewarded by the rustling sound of hundreds of candies shifting position. She checked out Ranma and was rewarded with the same sound. Both her pińatas were ready for their debut. All that was left was to carry them down to the dojo and place them on display.
Soon word spread that the pińatas to be broken at the Tendo Dojo were nude, full-figured representations of Kasumi and female Ranma. Crowds of people started to show up to gawk, listen to the Mexican music, and buy a Japanese-Mexican hybrid of food designed to appeal to the Japanese palate. A party atmosphere developed as people mingled and started exchanging crude jokes at Ranma and Kasumi's expense.
Kuno demanded the right to buy the straw doll that so resembled his beloved pig-tailed girl. Nabiki was glad to take the money but informed Kuno that he would only be able to pick up his prize at the end of tonight's festivities. She then began to ply him with drinks to get him to loosen up.
As the evening went on, the crowd was getting restless. Nabiki decided she had better not wait any longer. It was time for the big event. The crowd seemed really taken with Kasumi's newly enlarged and forward-jutting bosom and the glowing, expectant expression painted on her face. Nabiki decided to go with her original plan and lead with her. Kasumi was hauled up. On a pair of ropes, she dangled above the rowdy, hooting audience. A line of people willing to pay to take a swing had formed. Soon, the first one in line was blindfolded and given a boku to swing with. He was led forward; cheered on by the drunken crowd to where Kasumi was hanging. He swung. Nabiki pulled on a cable, and Kasumi swung out of the way of the wooden sword. Among the laughter and hoots of the crowd, Kasumi continued to dangle, waiting for next swing to be taken at her. She missed also. Kasumi realized she enjoyed being swung around like this. She enjoyed being displayed above of a drunken mob like this. She even enjoyed the occasional blow somebody was able to land on her form. After all, she was no longer the same girl she had been before, and everybody seemed to take so much pleasure from her now. Gradually, a new sensation began to grow inside her, a sensation only hinted at before when she had played with herself, ashamed and alone. She was no longer ashamed and alone anymore. She began to orgasm as her body came apart, spilling its contents onto the cheering crowd. Her body was even more crushed as it fell to the floor and was trampled on by people rushing forward to get the candies that had rained on the crowd. Now a confirmed masochist, she loved every foot as it pressed on her scattered remnants.
Soon she was largely forgotten as Ranma was prepared. Ropes were tied to Ranma's wrists and ankles, and she was hauled above the crowd. Nabiki had to admit that Ranma made an alluring, erotic sight with her hips pulled back in Ranma's final struggle. 
Now her protruding mons were on display as they never had been before. Limbs did not obscure her dangling breasts. As people started to take swings at Ranma's dangling form, others shouted directions so that people might hit those organs. Ranma found herself wanting to bark out the same directions. Always having been a something of a masochist, Ranma could only imagine what it would feel like to have her breasts whacked by those sticks. She cursed Nabiki's jerking her around; she was a pińata--pińatas were suppose be hit and broken up.
At last Ranma got her wish. She felt herself breaking up in orgasmic joy. In the end, she had to admit that Nabiki had great technique, bringing her along slowly, flirting with her body until she was ripped to pieces.
The pieces of Ranma were swept up and placed in a bag and given to a drunk Kuno. The next day, Kuno awoke up with a bad headache, lying in a pile of straw. At first he called Suzuki and demanded how to know how this straw got in his bed.
A nervous Suzuki answered, "You put it there, Master. You claimed it was the Pigtailed Girl."
Then Kuno remembered that remarkably sexy effigy of the Pigtailed Girl he had bought from Nabiki last night. Could his manly exuberance in a drunken night of passion have reduced that work of art to this pile of rubbish? A search of the hay was enough to confirm his fears. He found a nipple, a pair of cunt lips, and at last her surprised, painted face. He cried, "Why do I have to be so powerful, so manly? What should I do now?"
Suzuki suggested, "We could start a fire with it."
Kuno answered, "True, it is not as if this is really the Pigtailed Girl. But first, let me save some of the more choice items to sleep wit… as keepsakes."
Later, he enjoyed a roaring fire as he stared into the eyes of his beloved Pigtailed Girl and stroked the straw mons of the girl he was infatuated with longingly. With his free hand, he attempted to compose a poem to her.
Meanwhile, the two pińatas Nabiki created began to magically recreate themselves. Only then did their souls return to their mistress' presence and settle in the vessels she had created to be their temporary bodies. They might rest here for at most a day before a new vessel was created for them in an unending cycle.
Ranma realized that she no longer gazed in the eyes of a love-struck Kuno, nor did she feel his fingers rubbing against her cunt. She suddenly yearned longingly for his touch and then remembered that he was just a pompous, love-struck fool who struggled to write overwrought poetry to her. Now denied her, she wished longingly for the ability to cry.
Nabiki rested her feet on the shoulders of her newly recreated Ranma pińata doll while she stroked Kasumi's breast. She wore a newly merged swimsuit that consisted of both Thrall Akane and Thrall Shampoo. The arrangement was only temporary. They would split into their separate entities when she removed the suit. Akane's face had been grafted onto the right breast cup. Akane's lips sucked and kissed her mistress's nipple. Shampoo's face was stretched between Nabiki's hips and Nabiki could feel the gentle pressure of her thrall's lips against her honey pot.
She was talking on the phone, "Yes, Kuno, baby, I do have another Pigtailed Girl pińata. It will be ready for this evening's festivities. You'll be there. Good! You composed a love poem? Really?"
Ranma hated her mistress. She hated her for what she had done to Akane. She hated her for making her into what she had become. She hated her for stealing that love poem. But she hated her most for making her fall in love with that pompous, conceited oaf, Kuno.
As Nabiki idly talked to Kuno, she reached down, grabbed Kasumi's breast, twisted it, and broke it off. Candies flowed out of the hole. She held the improvised cup the breast had become under the hole until it filled up with the red sweets. They sure looked good. Too bad they were subtly addictive. She was hungry too. Now that there was no Kasumi to run the household, she have to make alternative plans. Until she was able to parley Kuno's fondness for Ranma into a wedding date, she would have to find alternative sources for nourishment. She would have to visit Ukyo. Yes, Ukyo would do nicely. She understood Kuno's meddlesome sister was a champion French cook. Nabiki would have to try her out too. She was sure they would both put their all into their cooking for her.