Owned Boobs Not His Own

Ranma plopped down into a sloppy lotus position and tried to glare at her. It became merely a stare. What was he to do, now? He was tired of Nabiki always taking the initiative. Wasn’t it supposed to be the guy who did that??! He wasn’t much of a man among men, if he couldn’t, uh, make her a woman among women(?) (Or did he misunderstand that phrase? If he were the girl, she might know. Not that he would then understand.)

He reached out for the nearest part of the girl leaning towards him, the jutting boobs. Yeah, guys were supposed to love them! Hiroshi and Daisuke certainly did. Thinking how they might handle these...what did they call her oppai? Futsuu? (Ranma’s girl’s were kyonyuu! -Thank the kami she wasn’t cursed to be bakunyuu like in their dojinshi!)

But his fingers curled less than an inch from them; he hesitated molesting them. As a girl, he had been fondled, groped, squeezed and mauled too many times! And as the girl, he had hated every second of those times! But, remembering them as a guy he was, ashamed to say, fascinated by the up-close p.o.v. no normal guy could have. He hadn’t exactly been turned on. He had been trained too well and given too many counter-pervert treatments for that. But he hadn’t been turned off, either. His male brain did not respond like her female brain.

Nabiki pushed her eager tits into her master’s grasp! And followed it as he tried to retreat a ways. “Young, firm, Ripe! Except for size, I’ll match them against any girl’s, even-” She bit her lip. It was too early to bring up you-know-what body. Becoming a horny slut was making her a mite tactless. Her hand on the backs of his, she pressured them to test her taut tits.

Yes, he was a male with boobs not his own! Or, rather, they were his: Nabiki was his sex ****. It wasn’t his idea; it was hers! She herself said she would suffer if he didn’t treat her as a slut! As a martial artist and a man of honor, he had a duty to this damsel in distress - He HAD to take advantage of her! (How many times had she taken advantage of him!?!)

While he was getting revelation through hot, taut, silky boobs, the stroked girl was trying to pump more life into her master’s manhood. She knew he was more potent than he was showing: he had proved it in her room an hour ago! How frustrating for somebody who was magically compelled to be a perfect, little, sex **** slut! How long would it be before he could do her thinking for her?! *Sigh* Which tactic to use? Look for the cues.

Ever since he had risen out of the waters of the cursed Spring of Drowned Girl and looked down at his open gi coat, he had the unwanted treat of seeing boobs up close (a guy would have to be practically sucking on them to see them any closer) and at an angle even Kuno couldn’t ogle from. And over the course of days, weeks, and months of this, he had gotten more or less used to that experience. But this was different!

He was seeing boobs from another point of view! He was seeing them the way a _guy _saw them. And he was feeling boobs the way a guy feels boobs! And best of ALL: They weren’t personal! They didn’t have a direct link to his brain! The boobs belonged to somebody else’s body!

Having lived with the Ranma for months, now, Nabiki took an educated guess about what her cursed master was thinking. Or, rather, not thinking. How long before her master realized it wasn’t just guys who could appreciate tits the way he was now?

She brought her hands up to his chest, his still very male chest. His superbly developed martial artist’s pecs were a far cry from her, and most especially, the redhead’s chests. Without stupidly taking steroids and bodybuilding, there was no way except by magic that a girl could have a chest like this, even a munyuu one. Her giving a sex ****’s attention to these parts of her master should stimulate his primary erotic zone, his penis. Dick would become prick would become cock would become orgasmic for him, and her.