Like mother like daughter

“Son, Dear...why are you a girl this evening?” Nodoka asked plainly but with a tone to it that could make a steel blade shudder with fear. However much that Ranma’s mother may have accepted that her son could be a daughter at times, she did mainly wish for him to be as “Manly” as possible at all times. She could understand why Ranma and Genma would still be nervous, she could be scary at times.

“Some tomboy tossed me into the pond before dinner AND used up all the hot water before...sides, I was too hungry. I'd rather dry off and get in before the musclehead over there hogs up the furo again!” Ranma hissed, looking rather catty as she did and referring to Akane. Who was busy trying not to **** on her own spit, from the glass she’d been drinking at being insulted. She silently fumed, but said nothing more as her face became as red as Ranma’s pigtail. Her breathing also mimicked Ranma's own unsteady breaths, perspiration building up upon her forehead.

Okay… Nabiki thought, that’s odd but not that odd, although I expected them both to be much much louder.

Either way she’d found out just what devices were in play to make Kasumi’s new status seem normal, it was a fantastical explanation that...made sense given all the other psychosis she had been subjected to for the past two years. On the overall weirdness scale it was probable, albeit only slightly farfetched. She was comforted by the fact that at least Kasumi, even as altered as she was, still existed in some form, and wasn't just some inert lifeless object. Being turned into a pillow and a fucktoy however, was that any better?

“Oh Ranma, I sewed you a new pair of pants...you must be more careful next time” Nodoka offered, picking up the empty plates as she scooted off down the table.

“I wasn't planning on becoming a girl today until-” Ranma argued, only to be drowned out by Akane’s shout.

“Shut. Up!” Akane growled, trying to cut off Ranma’s barb.

“Yeah. Either way, it’s not my turn to clean up tonight Kane…” Ranma smirked, as Akane grimaced and the two “Men” of the house looked skittish at the mention of doing chores. Nabiki chuckled, of course the duties would be left in charge of her father and Genma. Nodoka had apparently implemented a chore calendar and list to rotate between them all, not remembering ever being part of it however.

“Why doesn’t Nabiki help for once? She’s the reason there’s so many stains on the walls and the floors are warped! And those damn-” Akane ranted.

“Akane! Please, Nabiki has admirably provided funding and finances for us through the kindness of her own heart...she’s doing all she can to support this household in your fathers obsolescence…” Ranma’s mother interrupted, not wanting to speak further of Nabiki’s little hobbies around the house.

“Oww..my pride” Soun sobbed, at Mrs. Saotome’s harsh criticism.

“Got you there Mr. Tendo, a dojo without students is just an empty room” Ranma snarked.

“You could do more to help out as well Ranma” Nodoka chided, the rest of the conversation was drowned out as Nodoka sashayed through the room. Nabiki’s eyes zeroing in on her wide milf-like hips and tremendous wobbling backside that her kimono had no chance of keeping under wraps. Was that what Ranma’s girl form would look like in a few years? Her balls ached at the thought. God when did I become so obsessed? she could tell through appreciative looks from her husband and even from her own father that she wasn't alone in her thoughts. All the current men in the room and Nabiki herself bobbing their heads along with her movements, every jiggle and sway.

Nodoka leaned down to grab at her empty plate, not even remembering even eating she had been so preoccupied that she didn't realize her hands had started to caress the bulge that had escaped the right side leg of her shorts leaving her naked cock exposed strapped down to her knee. She was idly rubbing her thumbs along one of the throbbing veins, as Nodoka leaned down far enough to get a slight peak underneath the Kotatsu.

Nabiki’s expression froze in shame and intense arousal, while Nodoka simply blushed and gathered a quite bashful look upon her face.

“Oh dear! I appreciate the compliment Nabiki, but I'm much too old for that” She laughed lightly, as though she had seen Nabiki’s naked hard cock from the sight of her before as she had done so nearly a thousand times or more. Nabiki’s brain halted at that moment, her little brain doing the thinking for her. Old!? She’s a goddamn trophy milf!, I wish more women looked as hot as her in their prime! Nabiki’s mouth moved before her brain as she wished to compliment her newest lustful obsession.

“No way! Mrs. Saotome! You look just like Ranma-chan regardless of age” Nabiki spoke, trying to flatter her current crush. The smile on Nodoka’s face at the compliments suddenly shifted closer, as Nodoka began to shrink. Her ring finger heated up like it was made of hot lead, but she waved it off as some of her pre-cum getting splashed onto from her never ceasing ministrations. Rubbing faster and faster as the elder woman began to regress in age before her very eyes, shrinking and thinning out. Her waist cinched inwards, her shoulders narrowing delicately. Her dark maroon colored hair, growing more and more vibrant with every passing second and developing the signature pigtail of her daughters. The clothes reformed around her to mimic a blue version of Ranma’s silk blouse with white trimmings and ties, Nabiki gasped as mother resembled daughter down to even the way her bangs were trimmed.

When the transformation ended Nodoka was a mirror version of Ranma-chan, without a single bag or wrinkle to be seen. Just like with Kasumi, nobody batted an eye to the absurd transfiguration. Nabiki’s lips were parched at the sight of two identical redhead bombshells in her immediate vicinity, cute bow lips and cherub fat face.

There were some very noticeable differences between them, despite the obvious opposite color schemes of their clothing. While Nodoka wore a blue long sleeved version of Ranma’s signature blouse, with tight white pants. Tight being the key word, because they were stretched to their absolute limits. Ranma may have had a thick juicy booty, but what was underneath her mothers waist was more than even she could handle alone. Each cheek was the size of her head or more, and so pleasingly tight and round. Succulent was a word that could barely compare it, let along describe it. Her fingers twitched in anxiousness, denying herself the urge to dig her fingers into those pliant globes of firm flesh barely hidden beneath the expanse of those white pants. Looking towards Ranma she was slightly disappointed that they didn’t share the same waist sizes, but drooled over how much more up top Ranma was compared to her mother. Mentally making a memo that Mom was bottom heavy, and Ranma was top heavy since she’d never really notice the clothes they wore to make a difference anyway.

Her cock was becoming too painful to ignore, and she hadn't even been aware that Akane, her father and Gemma had collected most of the dishes and utensils while Ranma, Nodoka and herself had been left alone. Her eyes glued to those ginormous ass cheeks as they marched into the kitchen and out of sight, now left alone with Ranma who had her eyes closed the entire time with her lower lip pinched between her teeth, a sight that Nabiki had mentally taken a snapshot of. Nabiki’s voice dropped in her throat, wanting to make a snide remark but instead was hypnotized by the subtle rhythmic motions Ranma was doing below her waist.

Is she...humping Kasumi’s face? Seriously!?...right in front of me? Nabiki gasped mentally, her eyes drawn to the way her ass bobbed lightly up and down on top of Kasumi’s neck. You dirty little...fucking hot piece of...Ungh! She groaned, loudly. Trying not to lose control of her dick at the sight. Ranma’s eyes popped open at the sudden sound, as if becoming aware of her surroundings. Her eyes caught Nabiki’s wide orbs, her mouth wide in awe. Ranma looked angry and frustrated all at the same time. Like she had interrupted her mid meditation, when Nabiki knew better. The redhead silently stood on somewhat shaky legs, and took off up the stairways at a rapid pace. Before Nabiki could even muster a single word, Ranma was out of sight.

Alone in the room now, besides of course…Kasumi

She glanced over at the still form of her former older sister, the only one aware of who she had once been besides furniture and fuck toy. Grabbing her arm, noting how soft and firm she felt to the touch. There was quite a bit of weight to her new body it seemed, padding that was absorbent and reactful to her touch. Nabiki could see herself using this as a body pillow for sure, as well as her more useful functions…

Setting the head upright she stared into the empty flat features of her sister's face, hit with a heavy scent of…Ranma-chan juice!. Nabiki inhaled, her nerves exploding with fire as her body responded naturally to the scent. Her cock surging, demanding to be sated despite her higher brain functions telling her otherwise.

Nabiki’s blood boiled, she could take it no longer. She’d figure out how to restore her sister later, if possible...maybe. She unbuckled the strained buttons on her jean shorts and was relieved as the pressure on her genitals let her dick slip free, leaving a slimy trail as it wobbled openly in the air along the table and floor. Hugging the limp Kasumi in her arms, she made her trek up to the stairway tongue lolling out of her mouth the entire time. The visions of twin Ranma-chans doing naked katas dancing through her head.