Nabikis Ring of Truth

"Hmmmmm?" Nabiki paused to look at the object on her bed. A nice shining ring with a purple jewel on it. She definitely didn't remember it there before. "I think someone likes me," she said to herself, as she picked up the ring. Observing the craftsmanship, she knew this ring would fetch quite a price. But where it came from, that was a mystery. Did she have an admirer, or did somebody lose this ring in her room? Either way, she was sure to profit from this somehow.

On a whim, she decided to try the ring on. And lo and behold, it was a fit on her ring finger. She hoped it wasn't the admirer because he would have to stalk her to get her ring size.

But she decided the mystery of the ring could wait later. She had quite a day ahead of her.

She settled down on her bed, and grabbed the newest issue of her favorite fashion mag. Kicking her feet up in the air as she laid on her front. She checked the time, it was still early in the morning and she didn't need to be anywhere today. A nice lazy sunday morning to do nothing but waste the time away and mull over her finances. She’d have to see if she could get this odd little trinket appraised.

Nabiki was distracted by the allure of her new treasure by a gentle rapping at her door. Kasumi’s soft voice announced.

“Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes sister” Kasumi called.

“Will there be coffee?” Nabiki questioned. A good steaming cup always put her in the right mood so early in the morning. Especially with the racket the Saotomes and her sister made every morning disturbing her precious beauty sleep. The grunts and screams of the Saotome males and her Akane’s unfeminine cries of rage while turning cinder blocks back into powder.

“Of course, the kettle is on now,” Kasumi responded, padding away.

“Down in a few” Nabiki thanked, flipping a page in her fashion magazine. The new fall line from Eri was available for pre-order. She had a few unreleased pictures of the pig-tailed girl she could scam to Kuno as incentive to buy her some new tops and skirts. A few sets of Akane in her workout clothes could sweeten the pot for a new pair of tennis shoes.

Ranma didn't know what a gold mine he was sitting on, if he was smarter he would use his female form to its full potential. That cute little body of his was a veritable money maker, cute, short, busty, and with that shocking fiery red hair. He had a home run in the market, not doing pin ups was practically criminal! Scamming horny boys out of their cash for food and sweets was so amateure.

She sighed, some people were just so simple minded. Flipping the page, she grew more annoyed. A woman in the article was complaining that her larger than normal backside had always caused her problems as a model in the fashion industry, and all the trials and tribulations she’s had to endure because of it. To Nabiki that didn't really make a lot of sense, the amount of requests she received about pictures of the pig-tailed girls rear-end were immense. Not to mention how often she herself was complimented on her own well toned ass. Those rounds of tennis and aerobics really paid off in the long run. Besides it just felt too damn good to wear a nice pair of comfy shorts, she had the legs for it after all.

Even Akane with her thick thighs had fans, no matter the fact that ninety percent of requests for “hip” pics came from Kuno. However Ranma did truly have the best money maker of all of Nerima. Nabiki did have the appreciative eye of a photographer after all, admiring the perfection of the human form was strictly professional after all. The better the subject, the higher the profit.

She could somewhat sympathize with her sister’s jealousy however, the boy was damn stacked in all the right places. And in such a tiny little package. All that height and muscle must go straight into the bust and ass during the transformation.

The curves of a greek goddess, a mane of vibrant fire, and the face of a doll. The boy, girl or whatever body he was in with the right water temperature truly had the best of both worlds.

She flipped the page, the second section of the article going into depth about how “thicker” bodies are shunned in the fashion industry and she laid it down in frustration. These models didn’t appreciate the appeal some of them had.

“All women would be blessed to have larger hips and asses like hers, the bigger the better I say” She muttered. Not aware of the sheen of the ring on her finger shimmering slightly. Absent-mindedly adjusting her walk, with a lot more bounce and swagger in her step.

Unlatching her window, she got a fresh whiff of the warm morning air. Tucking her hair behind her ear and leaning over the window sill. Akane had taken off for her morning jog earlier, so she only had a few moments of peace and quiet left to savor before the house became a den of chaos. She crossed her legs, trying to dig out a wedgie that her shorts seemed to have given her. Even the elastic of the gym shorts seemed to dig into her flesh. She picked at the hem, which seemed to be coverning even less skin than normal.

Did Akane shrink her clothes in the wash? She’d have to dig through her sister's closet again for a looser pair. She knew Kasumi would never make such a mistake, she’d have to talk to her later and charge her for damages.

“GET BACK HERE YOU PERVERT” Akanes angry yelling could be heard across the ward.

And just like that, it was back to the regularly scheduled madness. Ranma was joyfully hopping from street to street, fence to fence and rooftop to rooftop as Akane hurled anything within reach to toss at him. She was livid, as was normal when dealing with her **** fiancee of course.

Nabiki wondered if the neighbors had gotten used to drowning out their ruckus every morning, or maybe it was brought up as a public nuisance case during the community council meetings her father headed. Either way, seeing her sister's violent rampage was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was amusing to say the least, and Ranma’s taunts no doubt helped fuel her sister’s already short temper. She chuckled under her breath, Akane’s fuming red face was comical.

“I'd wager the real reason she’s always upset is because she can't help but get all hot and bothered everytime Ranma insults her” She laughed to herself. Finding it immensely amusing to think her prude of a sister would be the most perverted at all. The ring shimmered again unbeknownst.

“Watcha gonna do tomboy! An un-cute macho chick like you cant even hope to catch up to me” Ranma jeered, sticking out his tongue.

Akane looked pinker than usual, and a slightly more manic scowl chiseled onto her face. Her morning jog must have been more intense than usual chasing Ranma around, she was practically dripping in sweat. Ranma stood above the wall of the tendo compound, with agile and grace. Flaunting his acrobatic prowess with ease.

Akanes workout Gi was haphazard at best, she was panting like a mad dog, and looked haggard. She could see her pants crawling up her ankles and more tight around the hips as well, someone must have really messed up the wash.

“Tired already? Jeez did all that brick breaking go to your thighs an-AGGH!” The hollow sound of a brick knocking him upside the head followed by a Spllllshh! as he dropped into the koi pond below. The poor fish were either traumatized or accustomed to the frequent visits the Saotomes made. Nabiki had to admit, it was a good toss, the **** behind the brick was enough to literally knock his shoes off as he fell.

“Hah! Serves you right, you J-J-Jerk!” Akane screeched out, with a choked shudder. Nabiki raised an eyebrow. She must really be winded. Akane had crossed into their yard, panting and taking long stunted breaths. She was moving like she had a cramp in her leg, hugging her arms to her chest. Nabiki waved it off as Akane biting off more than she could chew when picking a fight with Ranma, a boy who could run circles around masters of any ridiculous made up school of martial arts.

An irate redheaded girl broke the surface, now cursing the reversal of fortune. She dragged her waterlogged body out of the pond to a triumphant but still sweating and panting Akane.

“Whaddya do that for!?” She raged. Bending down to grab her discarded shoes.

Shhhhrrllllpp!

Ranma turned her head slowly, owl eyed and looked for the source of the noise. Seeing the entirety of her black slacks torn to shreds when she bent over. Her face matched the hue of her hair, as she fumed.

“Dammit! Ya overgrown gorilla! Look what you did, this was my favorite pair!” Ranma yelled back, turning to showcase her ass having ripped through her pants leaving her now succulently curved ass cheeks to be tightly cradled by her striped boxer shorts. Nabiki covered her mouth to hold in her laughter. Served him right, even she could tell he had that coming.

Her earlier theory of her clothes being shrunk in the wash now gained some credence, especially since Ranma had to usually cinch up her pants just for them to stay on everytime he experienced spontaneous gender changes.

Akane slapped a hand to her mouth, shaking with rage.

Akane held back her retort, oddly silent and reserved as she faced the angry redheads verbal tirade. Usually her sister would respond back with her own barbs, but she was just standing there shaking and sweating. She was definitely angry, the growing red cheeks gave that away. However she almost looked as if she was biting into her palm to keep herself from opening her mouth. With a shaky step she ran off inside the house and out of sight. Nabiki wondered what her problem was.

The sight of the redheads ass out in the open was an amusing and tantalizing target, the rubes at school would pay top dollar for a sight like this.

“I should have my camera for this” Turning from the window to search for it, only to have the clacking of plastic on wood make her look down. She already had her Nikon F3 SLR in her hand, one of her better models for taking photoshoots. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

Did she pick it up before she went to the window, was she going to adjust it?. She didn't remember doing that. She normally wasn't one to be so absent minded.

Her thoughts were drowned out by the redheads high pitch screeching, grimacing at the sound, when he was a girl he could sound so cute and so annoying at the same time. Must have been a skill he learned from fighting a banshee.

“Jeeze, wish there was a reason for her to keep quiet when she’s a girl” She commented, becoming irritated with her volume. Her ring finger gleamed as she raised the camera only to be met with silence, that was odd.

Usually you couldn’t get Ranma to shut up to save his own life, now the redhead was silent as a dormouse. Must have gotten tired from all that excitement in the morning. Her cute lips were pinched up a cute little pout now, as she struggled out of her torn slacks.

Aiming her camera at her target, she focused on the perfect shot. Click!Click!Click! her camera shuttered taking multiple high resolution shots. She just needed her to turn slightly and..wow, that’s new.

Damn girl! Look at that ass Nabiki thought, not one to look away from the sight of a good looking body. Those boxers were wedged tight into those cheeks. She didn’t remember girl Ranma possessing such a huge booty and rocking pair of hips either. No wonder she tore through her pants when she changed, she was the very definition of thick.

But..that didn't make sense either, she always remembered Ranma being curvy, but not that ridiculous looking. This kind of ass would make any “wild horse” jealous indeed. It jiggled and wiggled in ways she hadn't ever seen before. Something wasn't right here, did Ranma get another curse again. Some random magical Macguffin to cure her curse while he was away? No, that was too fast and Ranma didn't seem to notice or care about the size of her butt right now anyway. She prided herself on being up to date on even the smallest details of the chaos that plagued the Nerima ward; it was a good way to stay alive...and make money.

Her keen instincts were picking up on some oddities, Akane acting so...passive when facing down Ranma's insults. The loudmouth sex-changer all of sudden clamming up, and her rear end. Ugh!, this doesn't make sense...is it me?

“I'm practically useless without my morning coffee” She mumbled, trying to make sense of everything. She noticed the ring shining brightly before she lost all sense of self and time.