Kasumi's new purpose

By the time Nabiki crawled out of her room, she was almost just in time to be seated at the table before Kasumi set down the remaining food for the night.

She passed by a still steaming Akane in the hallway, who blushed furiously and screwed up her face into an intense grimace. Ranma chose the wrong moment to emerge from the bathroom in male form and make a comment.

“What's gotten into you tomboy?” he said lazily, arms crossed behind his head.

Akane responded by becoming a kettle of pure rage and cracked her knuckles, advancing on Ranma with determination. He was taken off guard by the sudden hostility, grabbing his shirt and tossing him out the open porch and directly into the pond with a mighty twirling throw. With a scream and a splash, he became a she. A saturated crimson haired goddess emerged from the depths, silk shirt clinging to those succulent orbs and giving her pants a visible cameltoe.

She seethed silently, shaking her fist in the girls direction, Akane refusing to look back as she shakily walked away to the bathroom, slamming it shut.

Ranma was shaking herself off from the excess water, when she caught Nabiki's eye. Her expression changed from anger to alarm in an instant and quickly jumped away up to the roof as an alternate route to get to her room. Nabiki shrugged it off, getting her belly full of food was her biggest priority.

She was famished, her stomach practically empty from all her time spent in her room for the last two hours. She had found that all of her shorts had been adjusted with extra fabric, almost like a pouch in the crotch to fit her new endowment. However they just barely contained her hefty orbs, and meaty sausage.

Steamed rice with Nori, fried pickles and ginger sauce. Grilled mackerel and grated radish, miso soup and chilled cucumber salad.

“Oh hello Nabiki” She was drawn from her appreciation of the food before her by the sight of Ranma’s mother rounding the corner into the dining room. Her member surged against the denim of her shorts, already feeling them creak to contain her girth. Man, she really fits the description of MIILF to a goddamn T! She joked internally. Giving the Saotome elder an appreciative onceover. Holy crap, so that’s where Ranma gets her hips from

One of her hands snaked down underneath the table to rub at her bulge, the rough denim rising from within. I’ve only had a dick for a few hours and all I can think about is tits and ass...this is addicting, I can finally understand why guys are so stupid

Either way she wasn't complaining, it was a pleasing sight. Akane had made her way back, giving Nabiki the cold shoulder. Her attitude was certainly grating on her, she suddenly started to sympathize with Ranma for being saddled with her flighty temper.

They had all finally settled down when Kasumi brought in the last tray of tea for everyone, Nabiki followed her every waking step with new eyes. Ranma’s mom might have been an actual MILF, but Kasumi sure as hell had the body of one.

Hips that didn’t quit, an ass that couldn't be contained. Long luscious legs trailing around her apron and skirt, raised around a shelf-like bottom. And those tits! They were a thing of beauty to behold. She licked her lips at the reminder of the cream from those luscious orbs, it really really was the best coffee she ever had. And they looked so full even now, how much did those things produce. Throb!

Nabiki knew it was taboo, but her cock knew no discretion when it came to admiring the plentiful curves of a female body. Maybe Akane had a point, she truly was a bigger pervert than Happosai if she was entertaining the ideas currently playing around in her head. Kasumi in the furo bending over to wash her back, shaking and twerking those big juicy cheeks. Kasumi milking her tits by hand directly into her mouth, savoring it fresh from the tap. Throb!

They looked so soft, so full, so plush. She wanted to feel them in her hands, their weight and firmness. Throb! She was getting lightheaded, blood began to flow everywhere but her brain. Combined with the lack of food all evening, and her out of control libido she was left a **** to her own body. She was openly staring at her older sister by now as she sat down next to her. Panting like a dog in heat.

“Mmmnnn Kasumi, so-” She turned upon hearing Nabiki mutter under her breath. “Yes Nabiki? Did you need something?” Kasumi pondered. She saw her sister's hand rubbing at herself underneath the table and blushed hotly, turning away politely and smiling in blissful obliviousness. She knew her sister could be so...promiscuous at times.

“Kasumi so plush, so soft, so fuckable ahhh-” she had openly began to drool, furiously rubbing at the bulge of her dick that had escaped the left leg of her shorts and was painting the skin of her thigh with a steady supply of pre-cum. She didn't even notice the ring glowing a bright emerald color this time as her eyes were focused solely on her older sister. Even in her haze of incestual lust she noticed that her sister had stopped breathing altogether and sat ramrod straight.

Her hair faded from a natural lush caramel color to a nearly dark plum, losing definition as strands of hair started to disappear into a full sheet of fabric. Her skin paled, then grew clammy before all motion stopped entirely within her. Eyes turning vibrant and warm to dull and entirely lifeless. Her limbs filled in, inflating with stuffing as they rounded out and shortened slightly. Her hands shriveled into undefined mittens, with her legs and feet following the same path.

By the time Nabiki stopped rubbing herself in surprise at the transformation happening right before her eyes, Kasumi was already gone. In her place was a doll. A full sized Kasumi shaped doll, still wearing her clothes and the same cheerful and warm smile sewn permanently into the fabric of her face. She was as still as the breath in Nabiki’s lungs, the last signs of life finally escaping its fabric prison as gravity took its toll and she slowly toppled sideways onto the floor. Her ass now pointing directly at Nabiki's face in full presentation, just as thick and inviting as it was when she was human. Her legs were splayed, squishing her pillowy breasts against the floor as it propped her up. The face curved directly to look straight at her, blank and unmoving.

She could see everything with her skirt hiked up around her waist, her polka dotted panties leaving nary anything to the imagination. They were pulled taught from the posture, and she could see a hint of rubbery flesh in the crotch just peeking out underneath. Like cheap simulations of her genitals, two seperate flush rubber sleeves in place of her anus and pussy.

Throb!

Oh crap, why was this turning her on.

Throb!

This couldn't possibly be what she had wanted.

Throb! Throb!

MMMmmmf fucking calm down Nabiki you horny goat! Your sister just turned into some sort of crazy fuck pillow and all you can think about is how much it makes your dick hard, what the hell has gotten into you

“Ah, just in time, thanks for the meal mom” Ranma announced finally making her debut, nodding towards her mother. She toweled off the last of her wet hair and changed into some dry clothes, but didn't have time to change genders it seemed. A fact that made her mother frown in disapproval.

Nabiki watched for the reaction of everyone around her, trying to spot any trace of confusion or fear.

Nothing, no one saw anything wrong with her sister turning into a lewd pillow right in front of them.

Throb!

And why the fuck was it turning her on so much!?

“Ah right ya brought Kasumi down, Thanks Nabs” Ranma said, turning the doll over. She hovered her ass over Kasumi's still and silent face, preparing to use it as a seat cushion.

“Ranma! Tha-tha-That's Kasumi! You’re just going to sit on her face, just like that?!” Nabiki warbled in near hysteria. Ranma cinched her eyebrows up, annoyed by the question.

“Yeah? She doesn't mind, right Kasumi?” asking the doll beneath her. The eyes on its printed face gained some color briefly and a slightly muffled “Mmmf Mnn” could be heard emanating from somewhere within where her mouth was painted on. Nabiki was shocked. Her older sister was still…aware? Alive?

Ranma had not heard or cared about whatever response was given. Kasumi was in no position to argue for herself anyway.

“See it's fine. Now come on, I'm starving!” Whatever pleas that she aired were silenced with the full weight of Ranma laying her plump ass directly onto the doll's face. Really squirming her into the crevices of her crotch and using Kasumi's plump still clothed breasts as a makeshift backrest.

Nabiki’s jaw had yet to leave the floor, the reactions of her family to her older sister's plushification was beyond her comprehension. Puzzled most of all especially by Ranma’s actions, using her sister's softened stuffed face as the perfect place to set down her moist and juicy pussy…

How the hell would I know if Ranma’s pussy was moist and juicy in the first place!? When did I start thinking of that...fucking wet honey pot of hers… Nabiki groaned internally, she could picture the hot little red heads cunt in front of her plate like a feast to dine on. Her hands placed along her bubble butt, ready to dig into either tight and willing hole. God, she could smell her own precum building up under the kotatsu and along her thighs. Along with another smell, something she’d grown familiar with over the past two years. She’d follow it along the house, right where Ranma-chan had been sitting. It always made her mouth water and her dick instantly hard, the smell of girl-ranma’s nearly always drooling pussy.

Nabiki’s memories had been rewritten with this knowledge, the synapses in her brain becoming attuned to react pleasantly to the red-heads aroma of hidden lust. She inhaled deeply, a warmth building itself down from her chest, to the very tips of her light brown nipples. If she was wearing a thinner shirt you’d be able to see the caps of her erect nipples tenting along the cloth, not that it really mattered to her to hide her arousal with the now entirely rigid form of her cock trapped in the denim confines of her shorts.

Nabiki remembered her infatuation with the petite crimson haired girl from the moment they first met, her body reacted immediately to the sight and scent of a proverbial mare in heat. Ranma may have never reacted or mentioned it to anybody as part of her curse, but Nabiki knew better. That pussy of hers that she’d always firmly deny, it was always wet and willing. She hungered for its flavor, and to fill it as deep as she could go. She’d made it her mission from the very first second to make that little minx hers, but then the revelation of her curse ruined her ideals. She had no interest in men, let alone being engaged to one.

Since when!?...I don't remember being a lesbian!...I mean, I wasn't entirely heterosexual either, but..I could appreciate both genders from time to time..that's normal right? she defended herself internally. Either way more memories came back to her, of letting Akane take the engagement after being so rudely rejected the chance to make Ranma’s girl form a “real woman.” She was perfectly content torturing the new guest every chance she got, as well as getting free wank material from Akane’s engagement whenever she pleased.

She definitely wasn't this bold in the old reality when she was just a normal girl, especially refusing to refer to Ranma in anything other than female pronouns despite her current physical gender and objections. She’d established herself as the most sexually dominant person in the household, even after getting a glance at his larger than normal manhood accidentally...well unless it was compared to hers. He was just shy of being half her size, and thickness. Fuck, even that was enough to turn me on...living with such a huge fucking beast of a dong turned me into a super perverted monster The trail of pre-cum pooled on the floor now, she ignored it as more flashes of memory flipped across her brain.

I can’t believe Im saying this, but I finally sympathize with Happosai...though with his age, he might have other weird reasons for his behavior, ...but the smell of Ranma’s arousal was nothing less than addicting...and I remember others, other girls, at school… Indeed, she might have had a dick large enough to make a horse jealous but her business and mercenary ways were still intact. Nabiki was glad to have at least retained that aspect of her old personality despite the obvious change, but now her method of preferred payments had changed somewhat. She now accepted in addition to the usual forms of favors, cash, gifts and food…Used panties, self-made ass and tit pics, hentai and porn, and...hand-jobs!!?...holy crap! Memories of painting the side of the girls gym locker rooms with her cum cannon with the aid of some of her many underlings eagerly and expertly handling her cock, some taking turns or making it a team effort. She’d gotten suspended many times for her “extracurricular” activities with the girls, leading her to spend more time doing more of her schooling from home.

This behavior had the effect of alienating her from a lot of her peers at school, mainly the envious boys of Furinkan High and her younger sister. There were plenty of shouting matches at home from when Akane had caught wind of some of her friends being blackmailed by Nabiki into giving her sister handjobs or nudie pics, making her more than livid at the revelation. The actions of her sister more so than any of the just as horny teenage boys at school had served to make her impressions of penises attached to any person, girl or boy even more negative. Shouting “I HATE DICKS!” had gotten her into trouble with the school faculty, which made her change it to something more suitable. Nabiki didn’t classify herself as a boy, and neither did the school despite her obvious endowment. This did lead her to being rather bold with her activities, and why she faced more suspensions than other students. They wouldn’t harm her grades, but it was the only legal excuse the school could come up with to keep her from causing anymore issues.

Being home more often gave her more time to enjoy sniffing around the house and finding more jerk off material, her favorite being Ranma’s clothing of course. She recalled using the girl's male clothing, especially the ones she was splashed in with a fresh collection of her dew in the crotch. Rubbing them along her dick, imagining it was the redhead's mouth, pussy or succulent ass. And then there was fucking her plush Kasumi doll whenever Ranma had used it as a cushion, her older sisters face was the perfect mold for the redhead to grind her needy pussy into. Absorbent enough to collect it as if it was fresh from the source, and one of her favorite pastimes as she made out with her dollified sister as she fucked its tight rubbery holes…

Wait...Kasumi was just turned into a doll now!? How do I remember that...and oh god I’ve...I’ve fucked Kasumi!?...how does this make any sense!?

Nabiki mustered up some incredible amounts of willpower to **** herself to ignore her pulsing cock, despite its overpowering need for release. Her throbbing balls rallied against this sudden betrayal, contracting painfully as their ever increasing load was ignored. Wincing at the swollen ache in her crotch, Nabiki persevered nonetheless to figure out just what had changed in this new perverted reality to make her actions, and her sisters sudden transformation into furniture or sex toy justified. Her father was the first person to ask, though Ranma was just as tempting but for other more carnal reasons.

Watching the redhead demurely eat her rice was odd however, since she was always so animated in eating in public or otherwise. Then there was her constant squirming as she dug her crotch into Kasumi’s squashed and plush face. She’d need to look elsewhere in order to keep the underside of the table clean, speaking of clean…

The house looks...rougher than usual… Nabiki noticed, the kotatsu itself was worn and full of more scuffs and stains than she had remembered. Along with the walls, and floors. There were spots of unknown origins decorating every few feet, the cushions were tattered and sewn with a quick patch job. Everything actually looked overall a bit duller, less refined than she was used to. Despite living with three living wrecking balls in Akane, Ranma and her father, Kasumi did a more than honorable job of making sure the house was clean, spotless and well cared for. In her absence, whoever had subsumed duties was either pre-occupied or not as detail oriented as Kasumi once was.

Giving one more glance to Ranma who was discreetly grinding her crotch deeper into Kasumi's face, Nabiki swallowed down a painful gulp in order to keep her raging new libido in check. Her sister was in no condition to be taking care of the chores anymore, at least besides as a seat cushion and…As my fucktoy Nabiki shivered, trying and failing to keep the images from her memories of pounding all of the available orifices the new Kasumi offered, or soaking her stuffed tits in her cum. Focus dummy, unless you want to start cumming right here in front of your family...I mean, I really do want to...but I can save that for later Steadying her breath, and wiping her sticky hands along the kotatsu she leveled them on the table. Noticing for the first time that the meal laid out before them was much more meager than before, more pre-made and store bought items as filler than before. The food that had replaced it didn’t look bad per se, but it wasn't anything like the comforting and well crafted hand made food that she had been used to eating at home with Kasumi at the helm.

Nabiki tapped her fingers on the table, chewing her lips on how to best approach the subject she wanted to ask. Kasumi as she was now, an inert pillowfied doll that also subbed as mastubatory aide was seen as normal, as well as her giant dick. Trying to ask blunt questions would make her look suspicious, but it was also the most direct method. Everyone was busy eating their dinner, nothing else was really odd at that. Except for Ranma’s oddly gentle way of eating, besides rocking her hips up and down with every bite Ranma’s table manners were best described as extremely elegant. Small bites every now and then, with a large gulp of water. Despite this she still looked as if she was flushed, sweat built up on her brow as if she had eaten some spicy food. However Ranma was slowly and quietly eating a bowl of steamed rice, taking her time to slowly savor and chew each bite. Every now and then Nabiki would see Ranma close her eyes, and her breathing speed up as she clutched at her bowl and twitched slightly and then resumed. Nabiki eyed the odd antics, filing away that knowledge for another time.

“Daddy?” Nabiki asked, breaking the somewhat silent atmosphere of their dining. Besides of course the obnoxious munching from the elder Saotome, and the rough clacking of Akane’s chopsticks as she angrily poked and prodded at her own food. “What’s Kasumi doing out of my room?” She said, with some tone of questioning in her voice as if she already knew the answer. In some regards, Kasumi was considered her personal property. But when she racked her brain for why? she’d only remembered Kasumi always being that way and nothing more.

“Well Nabiki...It’s been a few weeks since it’s last been cleaned and if you want to keep it in...uhh...working condition, I mean it was..uhhm...Miss Saotome?” Soun spoke, being extremely uncomfortable talking about his once beloved older daughter. Nabiki frowned at the answer, it didn’t help her much. Nodoka looked up as the topic had been cowardly tossed in her direction, dabbing at her mouth politely with a napkin before speaking.

“She had to be washed Nabiki, I had just finished taking her down from drying all day and well I didn't want to disturb you during your...ahem, personal time” She spoke politely, Nabiki nodded. The way they addressed Kasumi was confusing, referring to her as an object as well as by gender like a person. She was more curious than aroused at this point, she’d need to dig deeper.

“Okay, why do you keep calling her “it” father?” She drawled, turning back to her cornerend father. He began to look nervous, trying to answer in a manner that wouldn’t upset his eldest daughter.

“Well I’ve not been, err- Well acquainted with it as much as you have sweety. Having a Tsukumogami live in our home isn't something I’ve gotten accustomed to and considering it was a gift from...the Ahem…Master, is even more reason to be...wary” He spoke diplomatically, coughing politely into his hand. Nabiki turned her head, confusion crossing her face. Tsukumogami? ...Kasumi was...a possessed doll?

“That’s being rude to Kasumi mister Tendo!, she’s more than just a Tsukumogami! I remember her being part of the family since the day you got married” Nodoka interjected, Soun furrowed his mustache in response.

“Err, yes...it was a very surprised wedding gift from our intrepid Master, he’d gifted it to us without knowing of course that it was a Tsukumogami at the time, and we couldn't very well dispose of it without it becoming an evil spirit...and my wife had grown quite fond of it, although odd she had taken to using it as a makeshift baby sitter for the girls when they were growing up..and of course due to Nabiki’s ah...uniqueness, we’d let her...keep it” Soun explained, trying not to mention the other more adult features that Kasumi's new form had.

“Oh don't be so prude Soun, you should be proud to have such an energetic and manly young daughter! And besides, Kasumi is a great listener…” She defended, giving Nabiki a nod and a smile. Soun mumbled about not wanting a manly daughter, and was chided by a scornful look from Nodoka.

“She’s pretty comfy too,- side’s Tsukumogami’s want to be used. It’s their entire purpose” Ranma spoke softly but firmly, setting her empty bowl upon the table. Her entire face was flush and shiny with perspiration, her breathing was faster making her bra-less chest tense wonderfully beneath her silk shirt. Nabiki’s nails dragged along the surface of the table, she could see the stiff nubs creasing along her silk shirt. She’d put all her weight onto Kasumi’s head now, making the rest of her body stiffen up as Ranma’s meaty ass trapped her face underneath it.

“You do know I use her for-” Nabiki was cut off, a shout from Ranma.

“Mom cleaned it!” Ranma defended hotly, her face a bit more red as well as her eye and lips twitching oddly. Nabiki was about to question Ranma’s preferred cushion before a sharp and derisive chuckle erupted from Akane.

“He’s as big a pervert as Nabiki...I wouldn't go ten feet of touching that dirty old cum sock” She sneered, dropping her plate onto the table roughly. Nodoka gasped, looking quite offended.

“Akane! That’s no way to speak about Kasumi, she’s a wonderful soul that’s been looking after this family for more than a generation” speaking to Akane, who just shrugged her shoulders from the dirty looks given to her by Ranma and Nabiki. Pointing a finger at Nabiki she continued.

“Eww..No. I remember her when she was like a stuffed animal to us, then when Nabiki got older and went through puberty she suddenly gained those Extra Features And I could never see her the same way again...should of have known nothing from Happosai would be anything more than a creepy sex thing” She snarled, giving Nabiki a hard glare. Still mad from finding her favorite hand sewn towel being used as nothing more than a throwaway cum rag.

“Watch it Akane!” Nabiki growled, not really liking this new combative attitude from her that existed in this reality.

“It’s in Kasumi’s nature as a Tsukumogami to want to be used, do you want her to become an evil spirit and haunt the dojo or something?” Ranma balked, trying to make a case for her favorite seating cushion.

“She was better off as a pillow!” Akane seethed, banging her fist on the table. Her father raised his hand to grab her attention.

“Now dear, we can't discern or direct the nature of spirits or manifestations...Whatever erhem…Kasumi felt would best to serve the needs of its owners is normal...for it to adapt to be suitable for those needs” Soun tried his best to explain, Akane snorted.

“Whatever, I don't care...just keep it away from me and Ugh I can't believe you sit on it” She said, her face full of disgust. Ranma only shrugged, not wanting to give away her true intentions. The feeling of rubbing her pussy directly into Kasumi’s face always gave her a thrill. As well as her being so very absorbent for any mess she might make. Having to clean up after herself while sitting down on the floor, couch or bed was always a hassle to keep secret. With Kasumi under her, she could do as she pleased without worrying.