Chapter 0 - Prologue

Prologue

It was late afternoon within a seldom-used public toilet of Nerima that one of the district's most infamous inhabitants found themselves in their latest bout of misfortune.  Ranma Saotome, cursed martial-artist was currently in his female form at the mercy of the father of one of Akane's friends.  She was currently dressed within the spare uniform of said friend, with the top open and baring her naked breasts to the fat pervert in front of her.  Said pervert looked like a hairier and flabbier version of Genma Saotome, though with none of the martial prowess or prodigious strength the former possessed.  

And yet he was the one with all the power.

“Deal's a deal, Ranma-chan.” chuckled Kenta with a cruel glint in his eyes as he put emphasis on the suffix.  The restrained growl and pouty expression it brought to Ranma's face was easily enough to get Kenta to half-mast already.

The cursed martial artist slowly sinking to her knees in defeat knowing that he held all the cards caused his meaty cock to bulge painfully within his underwear as he gave his new bitch her first order: “Say hello to your new friend, Ranma-chan.”

Ranma glared at Kenta again, once more cursing Happosai for forcing her into this position.  If she wasn't weakened by the Moxibustion, she would've already sent this perverted fatty flying! As it stood, Ranma was as weak as the little girl she currently looked like and had no choice in order to keep her weakened state a secret.  Tentatively, she reached a trembling hand towards Kenta's pants and her slender fingers grasped the zipper.

“Come on, Ranma.  Pull it down...it's just like unwrapping a present...” crooned Kenta at the frozen redhead.

“I'm a guy...I'm a man...! Men don't...don't do this-!” began Ranma, before she was cut off by Kenta.

“But you're not a guy right now.  Tits like these?” Kenta harshly flicked her  nipples and got a surprised yelp from the former martial artist. 

“You're a woman, Ranma.  A weak little girl.” patiently explained Kenta, putting his much larger hand over her slender ones to clearly emphasize the difference.  “And it's normal for girls to please men.  Whatever you do in this form won't make you any less of a man in your other state.”

It was flimsy logic, but whatever Kenta said seemed to have hardened Ranma's resolve as her fingers tightened slightly around Kenta's zipper and slowly started to pull it down, all the while repeating to herself in a low undertone: “This is normal...for a girl...it's only temporary...geh!”

Ranma winced as Kenta's pants fell down to reveal the massive bulge tenting his underwear.  A pungent odour emanated from the obese man's nether regions as Ranma pulled the last piece of fabric containing Kenta's cock down.  She couldn't quite contain the gasp that escaped her mouth as his penis sprang free, shocked at the sheer size of the thing.

“Pretty big, isn't it?” gloated Kenta, having a pretty good suspicion that he beat out Ranma's boy form dick size if that cute gasp she gave was any indication.  “Is it bigger than the one you have in your guy form?”

“I...what...what does that have to do with anything?...” stammered Ranma, looking like she was in a bit of a daze as she stared at his hairy cock.  It looked nothing like the sparse hairs on her own and his ballsack seemed...heavier too.

Wanting to twist the knife further in and hopefully speed up his plans for her, Kenta cupped her chin so that she was forced to look at him and asked, “Tell me.  Is my cock bigger than the one in your other form? Yes or No?”

Ranma's face grew even redder and opened and closed her mouth a few times with no sound leaving before finally answering with a very quiet: “........Yes.......”

Kenta laughed, grinning as Ranma averted her eyes in shame.  “Well, it's time for you to feel what a real man's cock is like.  Put your hands around my dick.”

Completely mortified at the questioning and the situation she was stuck in, Ranma slowly reached out her hands and placed them around the veiny shaft of her tormentor.  Inwardly, she was somewhat amazed that both of her hands could fit on top of each other while wrapped around Kenta's dick.  Before she had time to ponder why the hell she was even thinking about that, Kenta gave her a new order.

“Now...stroke my cock.  Niiiice and slooow.”

Biting her lower lip, Ranma could do nothing other than comply with the fat bastard's sick orders and started to move her hands up and down Kenta's big cock.  

'I can't believe I'm doing...doing...this!...to another guy!' Weirdly enough, she felt like she was breathing a tad heavier as she felt the large dick pulsate in her soft feminine hands.  '...It's so...warm...'

“Ohhhhh yeahhhh...that feels fucking greaat....Keep stroking my cock, Ranma!” groaned Kenta, thoroughly enjoying the redhead's soft hands working on his penis.  

Even with all the work he had put in to making this situation possible, a part of Kenta still felt like he was dreaming.  He gazed down, just able to make out over his large belly, the hint of fascination peeking through the disgusted expression on Ranma's face.  Perhaps, even without the magical assistance needed to get to this point, there was a part of Ranma that was secretly interested in being a girl.  

'Well, not that I'm planning on letting such a hot bitch go back to being a man...' thought Kenta with a cruel grin.

“Tell me, Ranma-chan...tell me how much of a girl you feel like right now.  I want to hear you say it!” Kenta let out another pleased moan of the soft, but firm sensation on his dick.  This was even better than Yuka!

“It...it makes me...feel...” This was somehow worse than stroking another guy's dick.  It hurt his pride to even say the next few words, but he really didn't have a choice in this matter.  “...feel...very...g...girly...”

'That's right...I don't have a choice in the matter...' she repeated to herself in her mind.  It might have been the pungent smell overwhelming her finely tuned senses, but she almost felt like she was tasting that weirdly addictive sports drink Yuka had been giving to her.

“Tell me more, cunt! Why do you feel so girly?!” barked Kenta, heady with the sense of power and control he was wielding over Ranma, he used rougher language than he had intended.

Before he could beat himself up for potentially screwing things up as Ranma stopped stroking his dick and glared at him, she said with gritted teeth, “Working...on your...throbbing cock makes...makes...me f-feel l-like...like a real girl, Kenta...” Angry tears spilled down blushing cheeks as she resumed stroking his cock.

Kenta felt his grin threatening to split his face with how wide he was smiling and tried pushing just a little bit further.  “No! Not Kenta...come on, Ranma-chan...I told you what you should call me when we're all alone...Do you remember?”

Ranma breathed in sharply, “You're such...such a stupid...fat...pervert...!”

'Men don't cry! So...why...why am I...?' cursed Ranma mentally, frustrated at her own weakness.

“Ohhh, I know.  I know...but I want to hear you say it.  Say the name while telling me how much you love my big manly cock in your weak and girly hands.” The emphasis he placed on certain words almost acted like physical blows to the teary-eyed girl.

'But right now...I'm not a man...I'm just a weak...little...girl...' Thinking like that, perhaps it made sense why she was feeling so strange.  Why she was even in this stupid situation to begin with.  

“I...” began Ranma slowly, panting a bit as she stroked Kenta's penis and feeling somewhat overheated, “I...I l-l-love...str-stroking your...huge...manly...cock in m-my...my weak and g-girly hands...D-Daddy...”

“Ohhh, that's good! You remembered! You're such a good girl, Ranma-chan!” praised Kenta fondly.  

Ranma blushed at the sincere praise and said nothing, opting to continue on her...ugh...work.  Unfortunately, Kenta kept talking, “Yeahhh...I bet working on my cock makes you want to stay as a girl! I want you to say that!”

“Working on...Daddy's cock...makes me...want to stay a...weak little girl...forever...” bit out Ranma.

Kenta laughed, “Well, I didn't expect you to phrase it like that, but I'm very happy you did so!” Ranma blanched at his words, belatedly realizing that she had somehow paraphrased his command and said something far more submissive.  Before she could offer any excuse, Kenta continued, “Stroke Daddy's cock faster while saying you're a good girl!”

“I'm...” Ranma sped up his ministrations on Kenta's penis, complying with the order almost immediately, “I'm a good girl...”

“I'm a good girl...” There was something leaking out of the tip of his penis and spilling down the shaft, partially lubricating Kenta's cock and filling the enclosed space with a repugnant (yet intoxicating) stench.  “I'm a good girl...!”

Ranma felt Kenta's large hand start to tenderly stroke her head in approval as she sped up her hands' movement.  “I'm a good girl! I'm a good girl! I'm...Daddy's good girl!”

Ranma's breathing felt like it was wildly out of control as she jerked off Kenta faster and faster, all the while his moans were building up in volume.  “I'm Daddy's good girl! I'm – kyah?!”

She squealed like a girl as a veritable geyser of semen erupted from the twitching cock in her hands.  Hot, white semen splashed onto her face and hair, that she futilely tried to get out of the way of, but which Kenta's firm hand prevented her from moving.  More and more cum continued to shoot out of the cock (that she was still holding onto for some reason) and onto her person, to the point that it stained most of her uniform and started to form a small puddle on the ground right beneath her knees.  Worst of all was the small amount that managed to land in her open mouth before she quickly closed it.

And swallowed almost reflexively?

Click! Ker-chack!

A bright white flash enveloped Ranma's vision as she wiped some of the cum partially obscuring her vision away, just in time to see Kenta aim a small camera at her face and take another picture.

“...Wha-?! No!” Ranma made a desperate grab for the camera, but the hand on her head prevented her from getting within reach of the loathsome device.

The tubby bastard simply laughed and showed the small screen to her: A dazed-looking topless Ranma staring blankly at the camera and practically covered head-to-toe in semen.

'I look like a complete slut...!' Ranma gaped at the picture in horror.

“This'll be insurance for you to come around and, heh, take care of me again Ranma-chan.  If you don't, I'll make this photo public.” Ranma paled at the now potent blackmail material Kenta possessed.

“P...Please...don't...I'll...I'll...”

“Do anything? Such an eager little girl you are, wanting to please her man so badly.” laughed Kenta as he patted her head lovingly, “Don't worry.  So long as you do what you're told, this will be our little secret.  So long as you're a good girl for Daddy...understand?”

“Y...Yes...Daddy...” meekly answered Ranma, still reeling in shock of what just happened.

“Don't look so down, Ranma-chan...I'll make sure that we both have a good time.” Kenta scooped a glob of his cum from Ranma's cheek and pushed it against her lips, smiling when they opened obediently as he gave his last order for the day.

“Swallow it.”

...*Gulp*...

“Good girl!”


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