The new normal

Ranma sat on the edge of the living room overlooking the pond from the porch, legs dangling off the ledge. She was currently lost in the taste of the coconut lemon popsicle, and sucking the juices from it slowly and languidly. Her ice cream treats were always a good way to calm her down, well...for the most part.

Ranma fumed, she didn't like spending so much time in girl form than she had too. She always had to restrain herself whenever she was a girl, unless she wanted to deal with that other curse she got from insulting that old Joketsuzoko elder. No matter what she did or how much she begged she could never get that old hag to remove it before being dragged away back to Japan. And damned if she was gonna blab out her weakness to Cologne and Shampoo for leverage, she had enough troubles with them.

She’d just have to deal with it like all the rest of the troubles in her life, she just wishes it didn't feel so damn good.

Just like the dragon's whisker curse, her stomach was the culprit in causing another. She’d followed the smell of an irresistible aroma of food after her father had spent the last few days gorging on bamboo in panda form. She was starving, having had no food since escaping from the amazon village. And no chance to turn back into a boy with the sparse rainfall from time to time.

There was a lone hut in the middle of the jungle and Ranma paid no mind to her surroundings, **** for a good meal. She scarfed down the entire pot of stew before she had even set down on the floor, licking the still searing pot that was left simmering above a fire. Sitting back on her hands with a content and satisfied sigh. Her stomach thanked her for the meal. Her victory was short lived after being discovered by the occupant, who happened to be a banished amazon elder who dealt in curses.

After arguing at the old hag to help cure her, she had gotten fed up with the girl's foul mouth and cast a curse upon her after blowing a sparkling powder into her face. The old woman cackled and said she needed to learn how to hold her tongue unless she wanted it used for other purposes. Ranma didn't even know what she was talking about until she felt the tingles beginning, her face turning red. There was a strange warm feeling happening in her groin, she’d barely gotten accustomed to having girl parts before she felt like something was moving around down there. She opened her mouth to scream at the old woman, but choked it back when she felt her crotch responding in unison.

Ranma learned that whatever happened to her mouth was mirrored in the new hole in her crotch, a phantom sensation that never went away no matter what she did. If she started screaming or yelling, it was like there was something making her vagina vibrate. Whenever she licked her lips, it felt like something was licking her down there. And eating was...was an interesting experience.

She was a martial artist, she could train herself to get through the curse. But it always threw her off guard, not to mention how different everything seemed to taste as a girl. She often gorged herself on food half in curiosity how it tasted and the other in how it felt. She tried to hide her cursed weakness as best she could, but even at times she couldn't help but admit it could have been alot worse. Having a popsicle on a hot day while sitting under the shade, and being sure to wear her swim trunks was a hidden vice of hers. Blushing at the memories, she never even touched herself down there before. What was the need to if just eating was enough to leave her body shaking? It was hard to pay attention as she focused on the taste of the food and the feel of it teasing her-

“Ranma!” Ah! Dammit! Stupid tomboy.

“What do ya want?” Ranma seethed, trying to keep calm all while her shorts were soaked beneath her. She had set down a towel earlier but she was still shaky from rolling the popsicle around her mouth.

“Would you quit being lazy and help clean up once in a while?” Akane glared, having to clean up the mess from the morning tussle was pretty much done, Soun and Genma were sharing a bottle of Sake while repairing the holes in the walls. At least finally showing some gumption for once. Ranma shrugged her shoulders, wasn't her fault Mousse showed up to cause trouble. Besides she hated finding Nabiki’s little “gifts” whenever she so much as turned a corner in this house. Slowly extracting the ice cream from her mouth, making her body tremble and her pussy to convulse to her liking.

“Why should I? Last time I did one of her nasty little jizz bombs exploded all over my face...Noo thank you” Ranma challenged, having been the victim of a precariously placed still steaming bag of Nabiki juice come crashing down onto her face while cleaning out her closet.

The surprise and **** of it caused her to scream in shock, which led to her swallowing a large gulp of it involuntarily. She could feel the warm viscous seed crawling down both of her holes, it was a confusing experience. It felt so good, and it tasted just as good too. She had ran off that day to clean herself in private. But she never forgot the taste and feel of it either, chalking up her confused feelings to the curse and her stupid female body.

“Ugh, I found a couple in my room the other day...and she’s always tearing holes in my panties...She’s a bigger pervert than you are” She sat down beside her wayward gender swapping fiance. Ranma growled at the remark.

“Even when I'm a guy ya don't see me jacking it every chance I get and everywhere I walk like some walking erection do ya?” She defended. Shivering at the distant reminder of how Nabiki showed her appreciation for someone.

“You have a point, but running around half naked as a girl isn't any better” She chided, Ranma mumbled something under her breath. Akane cocked an eyebrow. “What was that?” she pushed. Ranma twisted her shoulders trying not to look Akane in the face.

“I said why ya think I don't have any clean shirts to begin with?” She said quietly. Akane waited for her to continue. “Do I haveta spell it out for ya? She uses em as spunk rags!, I dont wanna touch em, let alone wear em... even if Kasumi washes em out, they still have...a smell on em ya know?” Ranma explained. Akane scrunched her face in disgust.

“Oh, thats gross, and you wear them after she’s-”

“Not if i have ta!, and I think she gets off on it...seeing me wearing one of her jerk shirts, and the way she stares at me when I'm a girl is way worse than the looks I get when I get splashed at school” She ranted. Akane just nodded her head, the first time Ranma had met the Tendo’s was quite the introduction.

Nabiki was complaining about not needing a fiance, and no boy would ever be able to match her. When that Panda barged in bearing a petite little red haired girl with an ass nearly equal to Kasumi’s, Akane could hear the telltale thump of Nabiki's erection grinding against the bottom of the kotatsu. Nearly tripping over herself as she approached, scaring the living daylights out of their new guest. She went white as a sheet, at the sight of this brown haired girl wielding a baseball bat for a dick.

Ranma wasnt used to presenting her ass to be groped in a traditional greeting it seemed, and had to be reminded by the panda to be polite and bend over for a formal greeting. She looked very uncomfortable as the Tendos each inspected the large swell of her ass cheeks, that is until Nabiki got her turn. Being far more affectionate than a standard greeting, really digging into the cute redheads wobbling rump. And finally questing further into forbidden territory when one of her fingers took a spelunking trip to a hole down south.

“EEEEK!” squealed the redhead. Akane looked embarrassed, that was a rather intimate level of greeting than they were used to, it was easy to see why she was surprised. She turned around to rub the sore spot of her well handled ass and was assaulted one again by the big dicked woman.

Her groping fest didn’t help either, mauling and kneading her tits almost sore. “I’ll take her!” Nabiki Declared, holding up her hand as if declaring herself the heavyweight champion of the world.

That was enough to cause their father to pass out. After the Saotomes explained their curses, Nabiki had cooled on her declaration as Soun was very adamant to push Akane into the fiancee role. Over time, Nabiki was often seen carrying a novelty squirt gun as a way to have free and easy access to a hot busty redhead whenever she wanted.

Ranma had developed a phobia of being around her sister, not knowing when her manhood was but a single trigger pull away. Not to mention checking her bedding every night lest she lay down on one of her special surprises.

“You know she wasn't this bad until you arrived, she was content to just do it in her room all day long. Ever since you showed up, she’s been more and more shameless!”

“You trying to blame me for your sister being a complete creepo?”

“No, well, Kind of? Ugh...whatever.” She tossed a towel at her and a bucket.

“Grab the ones under the kotatsu, and I’ll round up the condom balls from the garden.” She said, jumping off the porch.

“Wait Akane ther-”

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“Oh god, ewwww! Its in my socks!” Akane screamed, her shoes sticking to the ground from the impact of jumping directly on a stash of overfull tied off condoms below the deck.

“Er...yeah, warning..” Ranma mumbled, seeing the look of Rage across her face and doing the smart thing by jumping up and running off into the house out of sight.