Nabikis a bit of a mess

Nabiki stirred, groggily. Rolling over to her side, brushing the hair from her eyes. Slowly her eyes flashed open, blinking rapidly as she noticed the dimming light of the dawn sun coming in through the open window. Licking her lips from the stale feeling that you get from taking a nap in the middle of the day, and inhaling the lingering scent of something fresh and lemony. Remembering it as the cleaner that Kasumi uses to wash the kitchen counters and floors, along with a subtle baby powder scent that wafted off her body.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she stretched the kinks out of her neck. The satisfying cracks and pops releasing the tension from her fainting session, and that weird dream of growing a giant cock and balls. She idly rubbed at her aching member, massaging out the rigid warm veins criss crossing along her-

Her what!??

Nabiki scrambled up the wall trying to escape from the massive marker of her newfound masculinity growing from her shapely thighs. She could feel the cool surface of the plastic casing her mattress was entombed in sticking to the underside of her hefty balls. Her panic only served to make it twitch excitedly, sending lightning bolts of pleasure jolting to all the nerves of her body. Making her toes curl, and her fingers clutching and winced. Trying to bite back a moan, I haven't even touched it!

It was true, the sensitive appendage was fully engorged despite her inner turmoil. Her shock made it harder and more aroused. She reached out with a shivering hand, hesitantly grasping it. It was hot, hotter than she expected. She could feel the blood rushing up it’s solid steel length.

“Ooooh!” Moaning, Oh man, that feels soooo good!!

Nabiki couldn't help herself, unable to keep both hands from stroking at it now. She could barely wrap one of her hands around it, it was so thick. Carefully she sat up on her bed, hands never leaving her needy cock. Stretching out the soreness in her legs, and slowly standing up.

Lotion...that’d feel better? That's how guys did it right? There should be some sun tanning cream or hand lotion somewhere in her drawer...she could figure out why she had grown it after she satisfied its craving for release.

Stumbling across her room, she felt her bare feet squeaking across a hard surface. Looking down she could see her reflection in the laminated wooden tiles that now made up her bedroom floor. There was even a drain in the middle of the room now that wasn't there before. Ahhh, think about that later her strokes got more ****.

Reaching her desk she opened her drawer, desperately looking for some lubrication. What she found almost made her drop her cock, almost. Her entire drawer still held some sweets but also tubes of various creams of all types, scents and…flavors?

There were silver wrappers containing condoms, some branded differently or in clear plastic cases. Some were colored differently, or had varying designs. The ones that were most abundant were the translucent pink XL stallion brand condoms. There were boxes of it lined up on top of her desk, in the corner of her room and everywhere in between. She picked up one, and studied it all the while keeping one hand furiously pumping at her meat. Balls bouncing and slapping against her thighs.

Her eyes focused on the other altered aspects of her room, namely the altered posters and workout tapes. Gone were her posters of Project A-Ko and Sailor Moon now featured blown up sports illustrated covers of Christie Brinkley, Cheryl Tiegs, Elle Macpherson, and Kathy Ireland in skimpy exotic bikinis. The tapes were now actual X-rated VHS, and assorted Ecchi-animated films.

Her books on business and stock trading were replaced with erotic light novels and hentai. She shuffled through her desk, noticing that her portfolio of collected photographs of Ranma and Akane was now three times thicker than she remembered.

Curiosity got the best of her and she pulled it, noticing the cover was now titled Spank bank. Opening it revealed itself to be pages upon pages of Ranma in girl form, in all manner of poses and situations. Full frontal nudity from just getting out of the bath, or tattered clothes from a fight to being passed out asleep in her room. There were more and more pictures of female Ranma ranging back from their very first meeting, most of the photos focusing on her succulent and juicy ass.

Her cock throbbed wantonly, titillated by the self made pornographic content.

There’s so much of it! she stood in awe, upping the speed on her strokes slightly. Adjusting her stance, something her body did automatically so as not to chafe her balls. Small gasps interspersed with the slicking sounds of flesh on flesh. Her mouth was pursed open, panting like a dog. Why cant I get the thought of Ranma’s sweet fucking ass out of my head, and those perky tits of hers...I just want to...want to…Ugghh She was close, she could tell even if the sensation was new to her. This was happening, and there was no way to stop it.

Reluctantly she let go of her cock, using one hand to rip open one of the condom wrappers. Her balls churned, her flesh screaming for release. She fumbled, having never had the chance to learn how to properly put on a condom before today. When the stretchy latex ring hit the tip of her head she was already half past gone. Gripping the sides with both hands she yanked it down with all the **** her upper body could muster. It filled nearly a pint's worth of the condom reservoir before it had even met halfway down her length. Nabiki’s vision went white, and blue spots started to pop in her peripheral vision. When is it going to stop, it keeps going!? Ughh..Ahhhh Ahhn!

She was in the middle of peaking at her climax when her bedroom door burst wide open, eyes half closed in mid orgasm she saw a fuming Akane approaching.

“Would you--Oh eww! Really!?” She screeched, shielding her eyes from the sight of a panting Nabiki filling a fresh condom. Nabiki gave a chortling laugh, finally blowing the last spurts of her extended climax and watching it taper off into the translucent latex balloon the size of a melon.

“Uggh, you really are worse than Happosai!” Akane said, turning her head, trying to look in any direction of her sister. But continued her angry spiel. “How could you!That was my favorite towel in the whole world! It wasn't some throwaway cum rag! It took me months to KNIT IT MYSELF!” She all but exploded, holding up the offending item in a rubber gloved hand. It was a small blue towel with the deformed depiction of a cat, the letters “-.A.T” embroidered on it in yellow thread. It was also completely soaked in a thick whitish mess, ruined beyond repair.

“Looked like trash to me” Nabiki responded, barely even paying attention. Slipping off the condom from her still dripping member, letting them splash along the floor. Akane turned away, tossing the rag on the ground with a wet squelch.

“I'M TIRED OF THIS NABIKI! STAY OUT OF MY THINGS!” Yelling at the top of her lungs and slamming her door closed. She tied off her condom and tossed it into a wastebasket beside her desk.

Nabiki fell back into her chair, content but satisfied. Her cock wilted, losing definition as she grew soft. Collapsing downwards as it fell limply against her thighs.

She glanced down at her alarm clock, wow it was almost dinner time. How long had she been asleep?

She idly flipped through the “Spank bank” picture book, a particular picture of a naked red-head running around wearing bunny ears and a torn corset caught her eye. That sweet little slit between her thighs calling out to her, THROB!

Again!? So soon?...She was getting distracted. She had to get to the bottom of all these crazy changes and get things back to normal somehow…Oh Wow, look at those fucking legs...I’ve really lost it now panting as her dick made its journey to full alertness in no time flat.

Just one..

Just one more, before dinner. Glancing at the clock...maybe three.