Ranma found that he has a fetish for breastplay, specifically hers

Ranma hadn't much time to relax once he'd gained his curse, what with chasing his old man's panda form intent on punishing him for her lost manhood. Then the journey to the Amazon village and subsequent chase all over China by Shampoo. During one of those escapes from the bloodthirsty girl Ranma gained yet another curse from eating Dragon's Whisker Porridge. Now he was stuck wearing his hair braided tied of with a dragon's whisker lest his hair grow until it falls out making him as bald as his pops! Luckily his girl form did grow so at least she could cut and style her hair to then be tied off sealing that particular nuisance.

Right now she and her panda father were swimming back to Japan. Well technically she was swimming hauling the lazy bear on a rickety raft. luckily her waist was tiny and her womanly hips broad, making the rope tied around her fairly secure from slipping off her like it could had she been male doing this. Right now she was battling with the buoyant mounds on her chest and the way the ocean felt as she cut through the surf. The way the salty water slid over her breasts, the way the currents played with her nipples, she had a weird gooey, aching, heat in her belly, and her nipples felt like diamonds piercing the water! Her unwanted passenger was not helping, a few hours ago she gained an octopus hitchhiker that wrapped around her sensitive breasts and added to the feelings she was experiencing for the first time. She simultaneously wanted the creature gone, and stick around to landfall so she could make a meal out of it! And maybe buried deep in her subconscious keep it as a pet that'd live in her shirt keeping these mind maddening sensations going.

They were still hours and hours away from land, she hadn't slept in more than a day, it was easier going to China as he, at the time, wasn't hauling a fat panda on a raft as pops was swimming next to him. She was glad she left her clothes in her pack instead of wearing them, their too large bagginess would have added even more drag on her form as she swam. Plus having her nipples rubbing against her top as her breasts swayed back and forth with every stroke would probably have driven her crazier. As it stood, it was an exercise in self control to not just stop and grab her tits to relive the fire.