fluctuations in reality

“Morning Mrs. Saotome,” Akane muttered walking into the kitchen, digging through the fridge for some orange juice.

Nodoka had shown up shortly after their mother had passed away, and had pretty much done as much as a friend of the family could to help her father pick up the pieces. The woman was made to be a mother it seemed, taking to help raise her and Nabiki like a duck to water. She was even very considerate to Nabiki’s unique endowments and needs, although she’d picked up the odd behavior of developing a bond with her sisters creepy fuck doll.

She’d remembered the doll before it grew those nasty sex holes just when Nabiki hit puberty, and the fun of her enchanted playmate turned very sour real fast.

Nodoka however loved them just as much as she did her own child, which was quite a lot. It was only a coincidence that her long lost husband and son had returned while she was away dealing with family business, and missed all of the zany nonsense that followed in their wake. Akane took a swig of the orange juice straight from the carton and blinked rapidly as spots danced in her eyes.

She felt off center all of a sudden, like she had taken a step and missed the floor somehow. There was a faint whooshing sound ringing her ears, and she shook her head to clear it. There was a faint scent of ozone, and a greenish tinge colored her vision for a moment before fading away.

Picking up her previous thought she lamented the fact that after so soon of reuniting with her manly son, and all the trials and tribulations of the fight with the Phoenix King, Saffron fate had managed to throw another monkey wrench into Ranma’s tale. The cask of Nannichuan was finally within his grasp, Ranma could finally be a real man. Akane watched from afar as the incident took place, Ranma poised the casket above his head and then...hesitated. She was curious and concerned as she saw that strange look etched across his face. It sort of seemed like he’d accepted his female half shortly after the fight, and was weighing the consequences of removing the fiery redhead from both of their lives once and for all.

For a moment, he looked to Akane, as if asking for her approval...and in that moment a steel sword sliced through the cask and poured it’s cooled contents all over Ranma. By reflex, she’d caught the sword between two fingers and tossed Kuno overhead and into the dojo walls. However the look of shock that adorned the petite redhead's face spoke volumes. Had the Jusenkyo guide lied to them and sent them only an ordinary cask of water? Was it more girl water instead?

The full ramifications were not revealed until much later after Ranma had dug herself out of the rubble of the Dojo and retreated to the Furo, after much screaming from a nearly scalded Redheaded girl throwing a tantrum up and down the Tendo halls Ranma had calmed down enough to explain her current proclamation of life trying to destroy her happiness.

She was locked again, however...in a rather unique way. Hot water only seemed to affect one aspect of her anatomy, her genitals. Cold water would make her a full girl, and hot water only served to make her regrow her old...penis, and nothing more. She’d become something like Nabiki now, but without the rather immense size.

It had taken Ranma a few, well a few weeks to get through her funk and lots and lots of silent training at all hours of the day and nights. Consulting Cologne, and The Jusenkyo guide had led them to the conclusion that Ranma’s curse had fundamentally been altered and that her normal male body was lost forever, overwritten by something remarkably only male in one aspect only.

Oddly enough the most difficult change in part came with the return of their last year of school, despite her ability to become a full girl Ranma’s readmintance for school had not been easy. She was well known for being a boy, and her magical curse was known to pretty much everyone. Even with Principal Kuno being deposed by a more sane and normal one, the gender confusion that Ranma brought with her was very much new territory for them. Barring Nabiki who was more of a headache, Ranma had spent his first three years as a registered male and the school records reflected this.

Despite Ukyo's best efforts and much coaching, (and screaming) there really was no way for Ranma to even attempt a look of androgyny like the young chef could. Ranma’s female body was sculpted to be as feminine as possible, with adorably large eyes and soft kissable lips. Not to mention her rather pronounced curves, which if you discounted Shampoo (and let's face it, only by a slight margin) had the biggest bust of any girl on campus as well as the most curvaceous rear (something she probably inherited from her mother besides odd hair color).

Trying to hide her curves in male clothes was always comical at best, and led to more questions than they wanted to deal with. Clerically Ranma attended as a male student, while adapting to present herself as female within the campus. As long as no one checked the papers, no one inspecting the school would be the wiser and the administration wouldn't have to deal with any red tape until Ranma had graduated. Plainly telling her that after that, it was all in her hands to figure out. Even Akane thought this answer was unsatisfactory, and insulting. But silently Ranma accepted her new role, and moved on...well as best they could…

Akane swung back another full swig of orange juice straight from the carton, something she did only when Mrs Saotome wasn't looking.

“Now Akane, How many times have I told you that’s unladylike!” the young looking Mrs. Saotome admonished. “Ranma knows better than that, and your father is just as bad” She continued. Akane rolled her eyes, the idea of Ranma being more “ladylike” than her was something that just made her annoyed. Especially with Ranma’s mothers skewed and bizarre sense of what constituted as manly and ladylike since she became doubly cursed.

She felt a bit sorry for the jerk sometimes, Ranma was expected to espouse the virtues and dignity of being “manly” as well as the demure and chasteness of being “ladylike” at all times. Leading one to have a very confusing perception of what was what at times.

“Sorry” Akane apologized, moving into the living room while Nodoka finished up with prepping breakfast. She could hear Ranma struggling with Nabiki down the stairways, she was either too out of it at this time of the morning to even walk without assistance or too busy trying to hump something or...someone that was helping her. She didn't envy the task Ranma had, just thinking about being near her sister's morning wood always made her shudder. The smell of her cum would stain her clothes all day long, not to mention how embarrassing it was.

“Dammit Nabs, quit it!” Ranma growled, coming down the hallway with Nabiki slung over her back. Ranma’s girl form was quite petite compared to Nabiki’s, so her feet dragged on the floor a bit. The issue Ranma was crying about came from the constant hot-dogging of her ass from Nabiki using it as a form of mastubatory aid, and how it caused them to stumble from time to time. Akane heard Nabiki mumbling something under her breath, a dazed grin dancing across her lips.

She blinked her eyes, some flecks of green dust bothering her momentarily. Then focused back on Ranma and Nabiki. As always she was doing her best to get her giant dick in between the red headed girls ass cheeks. Ranma’s attempts at masculinity were hindered by both her larger than normal bust for a girl her size, and the immense globes of feminine flesh attached to her hips and ass. They wobbled with nearly every movement, and no attempt to hold them down was ever successful. She had the type of ass you would call “shelf-like” although others would call it “horse-like” since it fit the wild horse theme of her name.

Akane knew that Nabiki had not so secretly had a fetish for Ranma’s ass, even despite Mrs. Saotome having a near identical pair. She was just glad her perverse affections didn’t include her, or at least none that she was aware of. Ranma could deal with having her clothes covered and smelling of cum from now on, she could take it. Despite the unwanted attention, Ranma wouldn't really fight her for this pleasure. Just reluctantly taking it in stride whenever Nabiki parked her dick on the Redhead’s rear, she didn't understand the passive behavior Ranma exhibited but didn’t question it. Maybe Ranma liked it, despite her protests. Akane didn’t want to know.

“Dammit Nabiki, ugh!” Ranma grunted, depositing Nabiki into her position at the table. She had a rather dopey grin on her face with a bit of drool...or something else slipping from the side of her mouth. Nabiki was a rather flexible girl despite her current endowment, her lithe body was very dexterous. She wasn’t surprised to find her sometimes sleeping in her bed, hunched over with four or five inches of her own immense cock stuffed down her throat. Sometimes she did it unconsciously, like a reflex. She was best seen constantly sucking on her own dick head, like it was a pacifier. She was at least more manageable during that time, zoned out entirely on orally pleasuring herself.

The problems came when you took her own dick from her mouth, she was cranky unless you had a cup of coffee nearby. The other alternative was much worse, she was close to climax and extracting the cock was the last stimulation needed to set her off. Getting a shower of cum was not a fun experience, especially with Nabiki’s excess production.

Akane smirked, but kept her mouth tightly sealed to keep her amusement contained since she didn’t want to rouse Ranma’s ire.

Ranma adjusted her pants having nearly come down due to Nabiki’s attempt to get off, of course with the added flesh of her backside this was a lot more difficult. Akane was at least glad she didn’t have to deal with a pair of ass cheeks that big, Ranma and her mother can suffer with that.

She was startled by Nabiki’s half lidded gaze focusing on her, Ranma didn’t even notice as she crawled on her hands and knees again to hover over her backside before it was too late.

“Goddammit Nabiki!” Ranma cursed, having barely pulled her pants over the crack of her ginormous ass before Nabiki unfurled her cock into the crevice in between them. She tried to push her off, but was barely able to reach as far out as her ass cheeks stretched with her shorter arms. “This is a clean pair!” Ranma ranted, as her hips began to gyrate complimentary to Nabiki’s humping. “Akane...can you at least help her put on a condom before I have to take another shower and a new change of clothes?” Ranma sighed. Her upper body hunched over the table and her ass grinding against Nabiki’s now throbbing cock in tandem, her black slacks being put to the test from the constant friction.

Akane shifted uncomfortably, both from the suggestion and from Nabiki’s unwavering gaze. She didn’t want to be near her sister's ugly dick more than necessary, but helping Ranma out would be beneficial for them both. Nothing worse than trying to eat breakfast when it was covered in fresh Jizz, she remembered one time accidentally drinking a cup full of cum when she wasn’t paying attention.

“Fine,” she grumbled reluctantly. “But you’re putting it on her, not me” she bit back. Ranma frowned.

“Whatever just hurry, I can feel her balls throbbing...just get it from her stash in the kitchen” Ranma grunted, now putting her full body into the gyration. Pushing back against her sister as a somewhat willing participant, despite her current mood.

“Yeah yeah, just keep yer pants on sheesh!” Akane quipped, earning a glare from her so-called fiance.

Stepping into the kitchen once more she was greeted by Nodoka putting the finishing touches on breakfast. She could smell those sausages, and it made her mouth water. Momentarily distracted by the potential meal she almost forgot to get what she came for before a shrill whine from Ranma distracted her.

“Dammit! Nabiki you got pre-cum over my favorite shirt”

Oh right, she was grabbing some condoms.

“Breakfast is almost ready dear” Nodoka chimed in. Akane nodded.

“Sorry, I just came to get some Nab bags. '' Akane asked, Nodoka tilted her head before registering the nickname the kids had for Nabiki’s condoms. Nodoka bent over, her ass gyrating too and fro like all women tended to do so when bent over. Akane sighed, it was gonna be a while before Nodoka could get out of this locked state. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the impromptu twerking session to end. She was used to seeing the identical counterpart of her daughters ass cheeks vibrating wildly in front of her, at least it was more acceptable to watch Ranma’s ass than ogle her mothers. It made her feel awkward at least.

“Here you go dear” Nodoka offered, handing her a fresh box of XXXL condoms. A picture of a large horse adorning the box. “Make sure to keep a box in her book bag before you leave” she finished, shooing her out the kitchen door.

“Yeah yeah, I know the drill” Akane droned, used to the routine.

“Here ya go- Oh..oh, ew” Akane gagged, as she saw Ranma with her shirt off at the table the red silk shirt wrapped around Nabiki’s turgid and erect cock as it was barely holding back the deluge of precum from within it’s silk confines.

“Hurry Kane!” Ranma urged, struggling to keep Nabiki edging while also assisting her with the constant and increased grinding of her hips and ass. Akane nodded and helped her out, unwrapping a sealed silicone balloon. “I kind of got my hands full Kane...yer gonna have to put it on her”

“No way-” She was cut off.

“Come on you thick assed tomboy! I can't do this all by myself” Ranma raged, making Akane eat her words.

“Argh!” Akane grumbled in annoyance, she could already feel her pussy start to warm up. It wasn't enough to make her need to take care of herself right away, but it was a constant low level distraction for now. She reluctantly gave in to the demand, not noticing the green glint shining off of Nabiki’s finger or the glazed look in her sister's eyes.

Akane gritted her teeth, unfurling the slimy silicone sheath. Ranma’s constant gyrations were not helping matters, as well as the now pre-drenched blouse of hers.

“Would you stop shaking your ass and let me get a handle on this thing!?” Akane argued, trying to wrangle her sister's unruly cock. Ranma glared at her silently, focusing on **** the tip of Nabiki’s cock with the makeshift knot she’d made with her blouse shirt. Of course this never stopped Ranma’s **** movements assisting in stimulating the aforementioned dick.

“If I let go, she’s gonna blow...just use both hands dummy!” Ranma seethed. Akanes pupils dilated further from the insult, a small tremor running through her as her libido ramped up another notch. Still at manageable levels, but more than enough to be very distracting. She let out a wordless shriek before giving up in frustration, and angrily attacked her sister's shaft with wild abandon. As if trying to wrangle a live snake. The hardest part was getting it past the enlarged tip, the throbbing red glans was slightly larger than her own fist. With great effort, which took all of her upper body strength she managed to slip it past the hot cock-tip. Nabiki hissing her contentment, drool escaping the side of her mouth.

Akane huffed in grim satisfaction, tugging at the waistband of her pants. They felt snug all of a sudden, probably from overexerting herself trying to put on her sister's condom. She slipped however, and tugged the extra strength latex down the remaining exposed length of Nabiki’s cock. Falling forward on top of Ranma, and landing fast first in between Nabiki’s basketball sized testes and the watermelon sized globes of her fiance’s ass.

“Hey! What’re you doing!? Oh crap she’s gonna-” Ranma’s panicked cries were cut off as the overstimulation had caused Nabiki to finally reach her climax, large steaming hot spurts of cum bloating the tip of the condom as it stretched across the back of Ranma’s bare naked back. “Holy shit thats hot!” Ranma complained, feeling the hot latex from a freshly churned batch of cum directly from Nabiki’s overtaxed cum factories.

“Alright Breakfast is...Oh my-” Nodoka called out coming from the kitchen with a platter of food in her hands, her eyes widening at the awkward sight. “I’ll ..just set the food down and wait till you’re all finished up” Nodoka sighed, used to the sight by now.

Akane had worked her way out of the mess, having hunched over the table until she ceased shaking her ass for an invisible audience. Impatient as she could feel her panties uncomfortably shifting back and forth against her moist pussy, feeling tighter than usual. To her it felt like every movement was more strained than the last, maybe they had shrunk in the wash. She was surprised when Nodoka greeted her with a warm but firm double slap on her left ass cheek, sending her flesh wobbling. Akane smiled at the gesture, and reciprocated by wiggling her rear faster in the air. She might be tomboyish, but she still had manners.

“I’ll bring out some juice for the three of you, just dig in” Nodoka smiled warmly, retreating back into the kitchen.

When Akane turned back to Ranma and Nabiki, she was laying a translucent bag of cum on the table in front of a now thoroughly satisfied yet still dazed Nabiki, and a very grumpy and irate half naked red haired girl. The tied off bulging condom balloon was the size of a large honeydew, she could practically feel the heat waft off of it from here. Nabiki’s flaccid cock was shoved underneath the table, while Ranma’s now ruined shirt lay in a steaming pile on the floor. Akane gathered from her rather stern expression she wasn’t in the mood for any commentary and wisely kept her mouth shut, the heat in her panties was already bad enough with the now constant cameltoe. She desperately wanted to berate her for being topless at the breakfast table, or at least offer to grab her a shirt. Instead she opted to sit back down, and try to ignore the memory of having a face full of her sister's nuts this morning...again.

Akane shifted sitting down, sitting a little higher than she remembered. But then just like the Saotome women she too had been cursed with an oversized ass, only her hips and thighs were a lot thicker than Ranma and her mothers.

One hand picked at her plate full of freshly steamed rice, eggs and sausage links while the other was constantly digging into the tight wedgie of her cameltoe. She wasn't touching herself, just adjusting her panties she told herself mentally.

Looking across at Ranma she saw her stuffing her face full of sausages, one of her favorites. She always found it odd how she liked to suck on them before eating them. Ranma defended that she was just savoring the juiciness of the meat, but to her it just looked weird. At least Akane was born with a big ass, Ranma probably gained one from eating all those sweets, chocolates and sausages. She sighed despondent, waiting for Nodoka to come back and share breakfast with them. Somebody had to feed Nabiki while she was out of it, and get her the coffee she so desperately needed to be coherent.

Nodoka came bustling out the door, a tray of food for herself and Nabiki. Ranma looked up at her mother, half a sausage still slurping on the tip of her tongue. Her eyelids flickering as she barely paid attention, sucking on the thick meaty breakfast food.

“I'm sorry dear, we’re all out of coffee...you’ll need to find some place to grab her a cup on the way to school” Nodoka explained, setting a cup of milk down near Nabiki. Pushing aside the still warm bag of cum to the side nonchalantly, and sitting beside her. “Sorry Nabiki..don't worry, I’ll make sure you get some food in” gently slicing her pieces of food with a fork and knife to make them easier to eat. “Say ahh!” She smiled, bringing a forkful to Nabiki’s dazed lips. Nabiki mumbled before automatically opening up her mouth and chewing. Nodoka made an appreciative hum and continued her routine.

“Mom...imma need to borrow one of yer shirts today” Ranma blushed, after swallowing a large piece of her sausage without chewing. Nodoka curled an eyebrow, looking over and seeing the current state of her…”daughter”.

“Oh my” She muttered. “I guess you can pick a blouse of mine from the pile, I just wish you were more careful with your clothes dear” She admitted. Ranma grumbled something below her breath about money grubbing pussy hounds or something Akane couldn’t quite make out. Ranma was at least thankful that her and her mother were of similar build and shape, though her shirts were not big enough to contain her much larger bust. Which meant that in order to stay comfortable she’d have to be showing some uncharacteristic cleavage today, which she hated thanks to all the leers and jeers from the guys at school.

“After school I think you need to head to the tailor to get some of your old shirts amended,” Nodoka offered. Still not used to seeing the duplicate of her dimensions and face staring back at her, after her double curse she always made the mistake of calling Ranma her manly son. Only for it to cause a painful flinch in her child’s eyes, no matter how hard she tried to curb that instinct. She would have to get used to this new normal, just like Ranma had eventually adapted to.

“Here we go, Nabiki...yum yum!” Nodoka played for Nabiki, Akane and Ranma always thought this was weird. However they just chalked it up to Nodoka's natural motherly instincts, and Nabiki didn’t seem to mind in her current state.

Ranma was relieved at least she wasn't slobbering over her own mom, it was bad enough that they looked damn near identical from the top of their hair to their shoe size. And her mom’s supernaturally youthful appearance didn’t help matters, she often wondered if that was hereditary and if she was gonna look exactly as young as her mom did even well past her fifties.

Normally there was a cup of coffee to knock Nabiki out of her morning haze, so having to feed her like this wasn't too common of an occurrence. Ranma really didn’t like the look in her eyes however as Nodoka was feeding her, even when she wasn’t in her right mind at the moment she could still be downright mischievous and scheming.

Ranma remembered approaching Nabki before in the past, as she was peeking in on her mom in the furo trying to get pics of “Dat Milf” as she called her. And sternly warning her that she was off limits. Nabiki said it didn’t matter if it was her or her mom, both were fair game. Which only served to upset her on the subject of her new curse being locked, and how much they looked alike. Threatening to break her camera if he saw a picture of his mom, and only getting irritated when she replied with how Ranma probably wouldn't be able to tell her mother or herself if it wasn’t for Ranma having her dick still.

The threat was enough and though to her knowledge she’d yet to discover pictures of her mom in any of the scrapbooks she collected, having access to a seemingly endless supply of backup copies of pictures no matter how many Ranma had torn up. She still knows that scheming grin upon her face, as Nodoka fed her.

Taking a bit of her sausage, she slipped as green and white spots danced in front of her face and smeared it along the side of her cheek. Akane snickered as she finished off her eggs and rice, not really a fan of the sausages.