Bigg butts dont lie

Nabiki was shaken, clutching the plate of tamagoyaki and pancakes. She was dusturbed to find Ranma in female form rounding the corner, slamming the door on her and her fathers shared room. There was a more pronounced sway to her hips, thanks in part to her new pear shape. There was still an air of the cocky masculine stride that Ranma was known for, mixed with rocking thighs and the swiveled steps of a catwalk strut.

She had changed into a set of slacks that looked designed to fit across her gelatinous gluteus maximus. They did a poor job of trying to de-emphasize its curves that were packed tighter than a drum however. She spotted Nabiki and gave her a simmering and irate look, her lips tight in a small pout.

“You’re sisters a real pain in my butt nabs, the nerve of her! Always using up the hot water every morning and then taking forever on top of it! Who spends forty five minutes soaking in the water? How is she not pruning up by now...jeez!” Ranma raved, her voice a nearly silent cool whisper.

Normally the redhead was more flamboyant in her tirades, and way more louder, now it looked as if she took every pain to keep her mouth shut as much as possible. She walked past, Nabiki following the knocking of her hips as she padded barefoot down the stairs. She wondered why Ranma had chosen to wear such a tight pair of pants, it hugged each cheek like a second skin!.

Ranma sighed, noticing there was some leftover wet fabric of her torn pants at the top of the stairway and bent over to pick it up.

Nabiki was once again treated to a show similar to Kasumi's in the kitchen, as Ranma leaned over with her ass thrust high in the air. After retrieving the torn piece of cloth Ranam held her bent over pose and continued to undulate her ass up and down and side to side. Literal cheeks a’ clappin! Nabiki nearly dropped her plate of food, as her eyes followed the Redheads' bouncing booty. It was a sight to see, one she would think to pay top dollar for at any strip club worth their salt.

She stretched her back, and stood up straight. Digging some of the fabric from her slacks out of the valley of ass crack and walking off like she didn't just practically give Nabiki an impromptu lap dance. Mumbling slowly to herself about “women bodies” or something of the like.

A shaky hand grabbed her doorknob, throwing her plate onto her desk and quickly forgetting about it in her panic.

okay think Nabiki, what the hell is going on...Kasumi’s got giant leaking boobs, a huge ass. Ranma and Akane are acting strange and that little display Ranma did when she bent down was just down right ridiculous…

Wait..,if Ranma and Kasumi both got a bonus to their booty does that mean…?

“What the hell!?” She gasped, turning her back to the mirror and looking over her back. She wasn't spared either it seemed. Her tight white tennis shorts were stretched thin, nearly bursting at the seams with every twist of her hips. The fabric seemed designed to stretch, but even so it had trouble keeping together. How had I not noticed this? And holy….look at the size of it, it's massive. Something really fucked up was happening...and she felt like this was somehow Ranma's fault, or Genma...or Happosai?...yeah this feels like something he would be into. That little creep is always-

She turned her head, looking at the magazine she had been reading earlier. The cover was still the same, same model, same face, same clothes and a gigantic pair of ass cheeks front and center. What!?

She snatched it up in her hands, studying the cover for a moment before flipping it open. Every page and every model she remembered, before that weird confusion overwhelmed her, now also had an enhanced rear end. Even the models presenting the clothes she was gonna scam Kuno to buy her were adjusted, with pear bottomed women in mind.

Wait...the article… she flipped to the page, the one about the model bemoaning her fate of being born with an even moderately larger ass than the ones that they looked for in fashion design. Here…

She’s smiling now? what?

Indeed, the article was now highlighting how much trouble it could be being one of the most popular models in her city. And how she was happy to have a larger ass than even her mother when she was her age. She loved the attention and the limelight it gave her and couldn't have been happier.

Nabiki tossed the magazine aside, rubbing her temples in frustration.

Calm down, step back and make an assessment, you’re smarter than this Nabiki she told herself.

Taking a deep breath she looked back towards the mirror, exploring the swell of her new curves. Trailing a hand down the side of her hips, and their new girth. They stood out quite a bit more than she was used to, and feeling so much more flesh down below was an uncanny experience. Fashion seemed to have been altered, or at least for women. The pants were tight and left every nook and cranny on display for the world to see, seemingly only designed to highlight a girl's best feature. Maybe not as big as Kasumi’s, or not as wide as Ranma’s, but just as distracting all the same.

However…

Nabiki couldn’t help but admire, she did look good in the booty shorts after all. And they did really fit well on top of her killer and toned legs. Whatever change had affected the world wasn't so bad actually, she could actually learn to appreciate this. In her experience there were worst things that could have happened, especially when you live in the vicinity of a supernatural and magical vortex of chaos, misfortune and curses.

It was pretty funny to see Ranma tear out of her pants she had to admit, and having that tumultuous bundle of gender confusion having to deal with a big fat derriere. She was still a bit jealous, he still seemed to have a better ass than her somehow.

Still staring at herself in the mirror she gave it a playful slap, enjoying the way it jiggled yet still remained firm and solid. Yep, a regular routine of cardio was all she needed to maintain a fit and firm body, she wasn't some martial arts muscle head like the rest. Why do all that work when you need only the bare minimum for results.

It does feel really nice, I gotta say… giving her butt another tight slap. “Yeah, it’d be a shame to not let all women feel like this” releasing another meaty slap to her rear. Distracted by a strange green glow in the mirror, she waved it off as a trick of the light.

Searching her room had found all of her clothes, or at least all of her bottoms had been altered to fit with the new reality. Though there were some oddities.

None of her pants, shorts or panties were loose fitting at all. Everything was designed to hug and cradle each cheek individually, to really show off the swell of a woman's ass to its full potential. Skirts were nearly indecent, short and shameless.

I need to get to the bottom of this...no pun intended she sighed, curling onto her bed.

Not to mention Kasumi, her older sister was lactating and just casually shoves her tits into her coffee...oh man, I drank all of it. I can't believe I did that. Am I the only one that notices anything is off? She...she had so many bottles in that fridge and some sort of deal with Tofu? She was used to rolling with the punches, the ice queen of Nerima shouldn't be this unprepared.

This required more observation, and more study.