Just the normal crazy

So wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t notice another argument taking place outside her window.

Ranma, still in female form, was stomping around the yard shirtless as Akane chased her around and tried to put a shirt on her. Kasumi was kindly offering her some of her older bras, as a way to placate the young and free spirited girl bouncing around all over the place.

The fathers were probably off cheating eachother out at shogi as always, not even paying attention to the world outside of their game.

She did notice that Akane was wearing one of those scandalously short skirts, however it was counter acted of course by a pair of boys-cut undershorts. She would truly a tomboy at heart. Still, her ass had received a similar upgrade. With hips bordering on “ch1ld bearing”.

Ranma was yelling again, though not at the same volume that jostled the bones in her ear drums anymore. That was something Nabiki needed to figure out for sure.

“Nah! Not wearing no girly little clothes!” she argued. Escaping from Akane’s clutches and the polka dotted blouse she was wielding like a deadly weapon.

“Quit being shameless you damn pervert don't you have any modesty!” Akane bellowed, chasing the bouncing red blur.

“Well if some thick ass tomboy didn’t suck up all the hot water in the bath I wouldn't be having this problem!” She seethed. Akane’s face lit up, that manic frown on her face again.

“Shut up and put on the shirt you jerk!”

“Nah! And now there’s no hot water for the wash and that’s all your GGAH!-”

Akane punched the wall the redhead was standing on, trying to jostle her off of it. The **** of the punch was more than she was expecting and it loosened a tile under her feet. Ranma stumbled a bit and lost her balance for a second, enough for her to bite the tip of her tongue.

Ranma's eyes bulged comically and she let out a choked yell that was halfway between a scream and sexual moan.

Okay...that was weird

Ranma fell on top of her fiancee and began to struggle to get her into the offending blouse, wrestling each other for control.

She rolled her eyes, at least that was still normal.

Watching the antics down below was amusing to say the least, but she had more pressing concerns to take care of at the moment. The changes she had been noticing were troubling and far reaching, but she wasn't any closer to finding out what was the cause. All the changes were pervasive in nature, giant butts and widened hips, and now both Ranma and Kasumi having a strange compulsion to shake them about without cause or reason. Not to mention the awful haze she was in before getting some coffee, and then Kasumi’s milky breasts. Licking her lips absentmindedly at the memory.

even if the coffee was really really good...it's still weird

Looking around her room she saw other oddities in this new alternate reality she was dropped into. Her Denise Austin and Jane Fonda workout tapes had altered to include a more rigorous workout of the lower body and their enhanced asses. Fonda definitely didn't have that large of a rear end that's for sure, this was nearly obscene. As if someone took two halves of a basketball and shoved them down the back of her bright spandex leotard.

She grabbed a sucker from her sweets drawer, her little secret compartment of treats and candies and padded across her room to throw one of her aerobics tape into the VCR. Popping the sweet treat into her mouth and pressed play.

“Come on girls! Let's get physical!” The instructor beamed to the camera, her backup joining in with their brightly dressed neon exercise gear. Either wearing boy-cut shorts, spanks, leotards or thin nearly see-through spandex in garish colors. Small butts didn't seem to exist in this reality at all, no woman had less than a bookshelf ass attached to them. They were all nearly perfect and round, some were bulbous and bubbly and others were pert and heart shaped. None, however, were any less attractive than the others.

An up-tempo beat slapped alongside their movements, filled with mass produced synth chords and echoed drums. “We're gonna light your fire!”

They broke quickly into warmup, rotating their arms above their heads and twirling their bodies around in a circle. A standard core warmup.

Then into a light round of jumping jacks and stretches. When they bent down to touch their toes Nabiki nearly choked on her sucker.

“Remember, keep the rhythm girls” The host declared, her shiny metallic lycra covered ass centered on her screen. Mooning the audience with the firm plump tush, She shook it back and forth in tune to the poppy synth track that they were exercising to. The camera panned out, the rest of her entourage following in her lewd example of stretching.

Asses bouncing to the tune of the beat, and grabbing their ankles to steady themselves when they kept stretching gratuitously. She couldn’t tell if she was watching aerobics or softcore porn. No wonder, this tapes are so popular with the boys at school

“Alright! Good job girls!” The host hollered, shaking her legs and standing upright again. The rest of the girls cheered, turning their butts to one another and giving eachother a nice and firm light slap. Others paired off with their neighbors to really dig their hands into their firm bouncy cheeks. One had been really getting into it, slapping at her neighbors tight buns like bongo drums happily. No one seemed to care, even as the host herself pinched and kneaded her partner's pliant flesh while discussing proper breathing and blood flow during cardio.

The entire routine she had remembered had been scrapped in favor of this vulgar display, now devolving into further insanity. Fast forwarding the tape showed that bicycle kicks excercises were now nearly downright pornograpic, especially when it involved spreading their cheeks apart so you can see right down into the nitty gritty of it. The burpees now involved a dry-hump session to the floor accompanied by three sets of vigorous ass shaking straight into the camera.

Crrrannch! she turned off the TV, and spit out the stick of her lollipop into a trash bin, having bit down hard enough to crack it in half in her mouth. Chewing the remnants out of nervousness. She didn't like not knowing what was going on.

Well that’s alarming, all of her workout tapes had been turned into licentious parody. No way would you have caught her doing any of those silly “exercises” it was ludicrous!

The quarrel outside her window had evolved into a full scale brawl, Mousse had shown up to cause trouble while mistaking Kasumi for Shampoo. Akane and a still topless female Ranma worked together to save their older sister from the blind weapons master clutches. Oddly enough she didn’t even look all that concerned to be kidnapped, Nabiki knew her sister had an skewed perspective of all the crazy shenanigans involved in their day to day lives. Currently smiling obviously while wrapped in twenty yards of metal chains.

Ranma ducked the flying training potty, saw blades duct taped to every corner and grimaced as she was **** to roll on her side. Her body had become locked in position while she shook her ass around. Nabiki was impressed that silly looking compulsion had already been incorporated into her fighting style or Ranma really was an idiot savant of martial arts. The redhead used the momentum of her hip shaking to twirl in place and deliver an upper cut with the tip of her chin as she was finally allowed to stand up right.

“You dirty duck! That was a cheap shot!” Ranma growled, mouth tight in a snarl. Mousse had recovered from the improvised attack and laughed haughtily at exploiting the weak spot that now cursed women's bodies.

“Did you expect me to play fair!? That's a cornerstone of Joketsuzoku combat! The amazons excel in it” He jeered, not paying attention to his surroundings as Akane had (well sneaking up would imply she was being stealthy) when in reality she was downright charging at him in a berserk charge wielding a cinder block. Mousse wound up the chained Kasumi like a spinning top, and let her spin straight into her charging sister. Akane stopped her charge and tossed her weapon, letting it fly right into Ranma’s face and smashing it flat. Ranma dropped like a rock and groaned in pain. Mousse stood up in triumph at defeating his hated foe, adjusted his glasses so he could find his nubile love to fall into his arms. Nabiki turned away, while Mousse looked high and low for his purple headed paramour.

Genma was trying to hold up a sobbing Soun as he cried for the safety of his little girl. Even the sight of girl Ranma and Akane in tight pants with their giant asses wobbling too and fro wasn't enough to dissuade her thoughts from the cowardice and complacency of their fathers. She bemoaned the fact that this house lacked an actual patriarch to take hold of the craziness. Genma was too greedy and lazy, Soun was too soft and broken, Ranma was an dumb jock, and it always fell on her. For supposed “Manly-men” they sure lacked all the qualities that whatever that meant even stood for. She sighed, leaning against her window.

Genma always placed the blame on someone else or was conveniently without opposable thumbs when he was needed. Ranma was too preoccupied with his harem of angry tomboys and airheads. And Kasumi had traded in her future to be a happy, oblivious homemaker to her family. And Akane was the clumsy princess that had all the boys and their parents' attention. It was a thankless job really, in the absence of her fathers lack of guile and being scammed by his conniving childhood friend. She had taken up the mantle of head of household, making sure the bills were paid and the damages that were inevitable to get repaired. The men in her life were spineless. She rolled her eyes watching Genma get belted into the pond by the fuming Redhead with a swollen face, while tears flowed out of her fathers eyes. Bawling like a raging waterfall.

“Compared to the rest of them, I've got the biggest dick in the house"she scoffed. Turning away from the window. Noticing a green flash in her hand as she did so, a strange glow came off the gem on her newfound ring.