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The Nerima Ward, Furinkan. A little town carved into the big colossus of the Tokyo Tri-City Area. Its low cost of living a thanks to the great deal of chaos that goes on there, with many of its residents choosing to stay with little to no immigration. Why deal with crazy martial artists that can ruin your car? Like this one insurance agent who rakes in bank for car, house, and martial artist-

Aaaand that's the subject for another story.

The sun is rising, which means it is time for a brand new day! As the sun rose, its rays peaked into the bedroom stationed within a flat above a certain okonomiyaki restaurant. And in it, the figure stirred and stood up.

Slim, slender, and petite, Konatsu Kenzan got out of his futon and stretched, his long dark hair cascading down his shoulders as he looked at the time. 6:43. About time to wake up the girls.

That's right. Girls. The male Kunoichi was the sole boy amongst three of the fairer sex living in the flat above the restaurant where he made his new livelihood. He dressed up in his white robes and stepped out of his bedroom. Especially towards their new tenants.

He rubbed his eyes, stepping towards the futon nearest couch where one of their tenants lied sleeping. He knelt down, seeing her red hair done wildly as she snored. She had to sleep in the living room for a reason as Akane and Ukyo somehow managed to share the main bedroom. Her snores were like chainsaws and Konatsu had to use his savings for soundproofing his bedroom and Ukyo's.

And he poked the shoulder of one Ranma Saotome.

"Miss Ranma? It is time to get up." He said as he poked the redhead's shoulder, and then looked down at her...massive soft form and it made the boy gulp. Ever since he laid eyes on Ukyo, he had always been devoted to her heart and soul, but he eventually came to terms that the okonomiyaki chef was not going to abandon the fight for Ranma's feelings, even as he turned into a supersized she. "You three have school remember?" Which led to Konatsu to remember the days of his mother, and how she was before she passed.

Large, soft, and simply fat. Nothing like his cruel step-family. Soft to hug, cuddle, to feel and squeeze. For a shinobi like him, he couldn't undergo that lifestyle, and his metabolism ensured it as well. Besides, he finds his talents useful.

Which meant when the two teenage girls that moved in were clearly and massively overweight, Konatsu was...feeling things. Especially towards Miss Akane. And to some degree Miss Ranma. Her massive chest...that soft double roll of a stomach to pair with her thick and luscious thighs... and without a stretch mark on her creamy frame! And in her tight PJs too...

Konatsu gulped, the boy clearly experiencing something he had never felt before the day the girls signed on to work at the shop as waitresses, leaving him to cook and assist Ukyo. Something he has never been exposed to thanks to his cruel family.

Simply, pubescent hormones within a teenage boy. Or simply, lust.

Eventually though, the light words, and gentle prods of the feminine boy, did start to clear the sleepy haze the redhead he was looking down upon; greeting her human alarm clock with grace and tact.

“Wazzat?” She grumbled, as the lids of her sapphire eyes ever so slowly cracked open; a tuft of unbound hair simultaneously floating down to tickle the arch of her nose.

It had to be said that Ranma Saotome, in no way, was a morning person.

Be it back when on the road with her father, or living with the Tendos, securing those essential Zs amidst the craziness of her life was of top priority, and she always stood her ground to challenge whoever was dastardly enough to try and knock her out of dreamland.

Of course, living at Ukyo's, and having that dastard be the always kind and helpful Konatsu, tended more often than not, to cool the embers of her grouchy mood.

And it was with this reminder of who was waking her, and where she was at, that the memories of the current situation started flooding back in, as her features peered down the tiniest amount to look at her midsection.

'Yep,' she thought.

'Still fat.'

What she saw wasn't unexpected, but despite that, she couldn't help but pout her already plumply cherubic cheeks; her hand edging to depress upon the creamy expanse of her stomach, which right now, poked out lightly from the subtle stretching of her pajama top. The feeling of warm softness covering her was becoming more familiar with each passing day, and it was starting to be irksome.

Thinking about it, Ranma wasn't exactly sure at what tier of the totem pole she'd place her current lot in life, but it'd have to rank near the lower bottom third. On one hand, she was finally away from living with her Pops, her engagement with Akane was kinda-sorta-maybe called off, and she was free to make her own choices in life!

...But she was now making those choices as a she.

A fat she.

A 300 pound fat she who was having to live and work under her current girlfriend as a waitress, while attending high school, and putting up with a whole bunch of dumb stuff from teachers and other students, since her curse was locked, and she had no real savings available to take a trip on over to China.

Oh, she tried to lose the weight- emphasis on 'tried,' but it seemed no matter how hard she trained, no matter how much she worked out, her bulging blubber just wasn't budging!

Except maybe outward.

That was another thing. Even though she wasn't shedding any weight, she was still burning tons of energy every time she worked up a good sweat (which was a whole lot easier with 200 pounds piled on her figure), so whenever she'd finish, she'd end up heading back to Ukyo's feeling absolutely starved! Ucchan of course always made sure to oblige the redhead with as much doughy okonomiyaki goodness as she could to fill the void, but Ranma was really starting to worry that it'd end up taking a toll on her sooner or later.

'Plus, I haven't had any real fights since getting double cursed. I keep telling Akane and Ucchan I'm still up to snuff, but if I get any flabbier...' The loss of her muscle was really nagging at her, Each day it was like more and more of those years of training were going right down the drain.

“Miss Ranma, I know you like to daydream, but if you don't get up soon, you're going to be late.” Konatsu called out, breaking his housemate out of her reverie.

“Mm? Oh! Sorry Konatsu! Head's just not all there yet.” The porky pigtailed girl replied, as she sat herself up from the couch with a yawn; extending her jiggly arms up in a stretch, and exposing more of her poofting belly, as the silken clothing she was wearing proved no match at containing her new ever-present companion.

It was time to start her day.

A needy rumble from her freed tummy spoke loudly just as this thought passed.

It was time to start her day, with breakfast.

Konatsu gulped as the young boy saw the redhead stretch, eyeing her arms and her own massive bosom to go along with her soft marshmallow belly to boot. "I understand Miss Ranma." He said calmly, hiding his nervousness. "But still it is time to wake up and prepare for school." Normally, he would teach her to how better her inner clock in order to wake up earlier, or at least sleep earlier, but he was in no position to criticize on that due to his usual staying up late to close up the shop, fancy the traps, and some light training. He tends to get his extra sleep when the girls are off to school. The store doesn't open until 3:00 when Ukyo returns home anyway. The benefits of not having to bother with cram school as most teenagers do these days. Ranma doesn't even bother as she comes straight to help in waitress duties. Akane is the only one doing it, but she's saying she will quit when she can, probably come next Trimester.

And it has sure been something when Akane and Ranma moved in and signed up to be waitresses. Konatsu deep down was overjoyed to have extra help, even if it meant his wage was to be possibly cut down. However, for some reason, that only seemed to increase tips his way from the teenage crowd. His tips practically tripled in the week they have moved in! Akane and Ranma though seem to get quite a lot of tips from the older crowd and from foreign tourists too, so it wasn't a total bust.

Hearing the rumble of her belly, Konatsu chuckled. "Asian or Western style breakfast? Me and Ukyo did some grocery shopping last night." He offered a hand to the cursed girl, aiming to help her to her feet. "And whatever you ask for, it's my command Miss Ranma!"

Meanwhile, in the other room...

Akane kicked and sent the Oni-ish men flying! Backhand and they fell like a bunch of dominos! And with it, the triumphant bluenette stood atop a mountain of bodies and laughed.

In her dream that is.

Akane slept on the floor futon, right at the foot of the bed where Ukyo slept. The massive 500 pound behemoth of a teenage girl has put on a little thanks in no part to her failed training always building up an appetite, built on top of the appetite of her new being cursed. She didn't exactly know it, but she was now at 515 and was rising. The big booty mega-hipped double-roll-bellied-and-mega-busty tomboy has gotten a ton of looks her way ever since she got her custom school uniform and PE attire. It has been very trying and taxing dealing with all the stares. Before it was the stares of envy from the girls and lust from the stupid boys. Now it's mockery and disgust respectively. No one said it to her face in fear of the spectre of Ryouga Hibiki strolling around or due to some blackmail her sister Nabiki had cooked up on whoever so much as taunts her sister, but the whispers were there. She even needed an extra chair in class her butt was so fat and wide!

The massive girl turned over, smacking her lips as she sighed. "An take that...ya stupid Ranma dude..." She drooled a little, giggling stupidly as she wiggled on the futon."An that!" Her fist rose straight up and hit air. And she went back to sleeping, not like a log but like a kitten...

Akane was a very smooth sleeper!

Until a big thump occurred in the living room below the bedrooms.

“Mm?” Ukyo mumbled off to the side, as her comparatively lithe form, tangled in sheets, blankets, and clasping a pillow tightly to her once rock hard abdomen, twisted in bed; unwilling to pry herself away from dreamland. If the tug of a smile on her face wasn't indicative enough, then the blush accompanying gave proof that her mind just then was whirling a very pleasant narrative...

Description
The Nerima Ward, Furinkan. A little town carved into the big colossus of the Tokyo Tri-City Area. Its low cost of living a thanks to the great deal of chaos that goes on there, with many of its residents choosing to stay with little to no immigration. Why deal with crazy martial artists that can ruin your car? Like this one insurance agent who rakes in bank for car, house, and martial artist-

Aaaand that's the subject for another story.

The sun is rising, which means it is time for a brand new day! As the sun rose, its rays peaked into the bedroom stationed within a flat above a certain okonomiyaki restaurant. And in it, the figure stirred and stood up.

Slim, slender, and petite, Konatsu Kenzan got out of his futon and stretched, his long dark hair cascading down his shoulders as he looked at the time. 6:43. About time to wake up the girls.

That's right. Girls. The male Kunoichi was the sole boy amongst three of the fairer sex living in the flat above the restaurant where he made his new livelihood. He dressed up in his white robes and stepped out of his bedroom. Especially towards their new tenants.

He rubbed his eyes, stepping towards the futon nearest couch where one of their tenants lied sleeping. He knelt down, seeing her red hair done wildly as she snored. She had to sleep in the living room for a reason as Akane and Ukyo somehow managed to share the main bedroom. Her snores were like chainsaws and Konatsu had to use his savings for soundproofing his bedroom and Ukyo's.

And he poked the shoulder of one Ranma Saotome.

"Miss Ranma? It is time to get up." He said as he poked the redhead's shoulder, and then looked down at her...massive soft form and it made the boy gulp. Ever since he laid eyes on Ukyo, he had always been devoted to her heart and soul, but he eventually came to terms that the okonomiyaki chef was not going to abandon the fight for Ranma's feelings, even as he turned into a supersized she. "You three have school remember?" Which led to Konatsu to remember the days of his mother, and how she was before she passed.

Large, soft, and simply fat. Nothing like his cruel step-family. Soft to hug, cuddle, to feel and squeeze. For a shinobi like him, he couldn't undergo that lifestyle, and his metabolism ensured it as well. Besides, he finds his talents useful.

Which meant when the two teenage girls that moved in were clearly and massively overweight, Konatsu was...feeling things. Especially towards Miss Akane. And to some degree Miss Ranma. Her massive chest...that soft double roll of a stomach to pair with her thick and luscious thighs... and without a stretch mark on her creamy frame! And in her tight PJs too...

Konatsu gulped, the boy clearly experiencing something he had never felt before the day the girls signed on to work at the shop as waitresses, leaving him to cook and assist Ukyo. Something he has never been exposed to thanks to his cruel family.

Simply, pubescent hormones within a teenage boy. Or simply, lust.

Eventually though, the light words, and gentle prods of the feminine boy, did start to clear the sleepy haze the redhead he was looking down upon; greeting her human alarm clock with grace and tact.

“Wazzat?” She grumbled, as the lids of her sapphire eyes ever so slowly cracked open; a tuft of unbound hair simultaneously floating down to tickle the arch of her nose.

It had to be said that Ranma Saotome, in no way, was a morning person.

Be it back when on the road with her father, or living with the Tendos, securing those essential Zs amidst the craziness of her life was of top priority, and she always stood her ground to challenge whoever was dastardly enough to try and knock her out of dreamland.

Of course, living at Ukyo's, and having that dastard be the always kind and helpful Konatsu, tended more often than not, to cool the embers of her grouchy mood.

And it was with this reminder of who was waking her, and where she was at, that the memories of the current situation started flooding back in, as her features peered down the tiniest amount to look at her midsection.

'Yep,' she thought.

'Still fat.'

What she saw wasn't unexpected, but despite that, she couldn't help but pout her already plumply cherubic cheeks; her hand edging to depress upon the creamy expanse of her stomach, which right now, poked out lightly from the subtle stretching of her pajama top. The feeling of warm softness covering her was becoming more familiar with each passing day, and it was starting to be irksome.

Thinking about it, Ranma wasn't exactly sure at what tier of the totem pole she'd place her current lot in life, but it'd have to rank near the lower bottom third. On one hand, she was finally away from living with her Pops, her engagement with Akane was kinda-sorta-maybe called off, and she was free to make her own choices in life!

...But she was now making those choices as a she.

A fat she.

A 300 pound fat she who was having to live and work under her current girlfriend as a waitress, while attending high school, and putting up with a whole bunch of dumb stuff from teachers and other students, since her curse was locked, and she had no real savings available to take a trip on over to China.

Oh, she tried to lose the weight- emphasis on 'tried,' but it seemed no matter how hard she trained, no matter how much she worked out, her bulging blubber just wasn't budging!

Except maybe outward.

That was another thing. Even though she wasn't shedding any weight, she was still burning tons of energy every time she worked up a good sweat (which was a whole lot easier with 200 pounds piled on her figure), so whenever she'd finish, she'd end up heading back to Ukyo's feeling absolutely starved! Ucchan of course always made sure to oblige the redhead with as much doughy okonomiyaki goodness as she could to fill the void, but Ranma was really starting to worry that it'd end up taking a toll on her sooner or later.

'Plus, I haven't had any real fights since getting double cursed. I keep telling Akane and Ucchan I'm still up to snuff, but if I get any flabbier...' The loss of her muscle was really nagging at her, Each day it was like more and more of those years of training were going right down the drain.

“Miss Ranma, I know you like to daydream, but if you don't get up soon, you're going to be late.” Konatsu called out, breaking his housemate out of her reverie.

“Mm? Oh! Sorry Konatsu! Head's just not all there yet.” The porky pigtailed girl replied, as she sat herself up from the couch with a yawn; extending her jiggly arms up in a stretch, and exposing more of her poofting belly, as the silken clothing she was wearing proved no match at containing her new ever-present companion.

It was time to start her day.

A needy rumble from her freed tummy spoke loudly just as this thought passed.

It was time to start her day, with breakfast.

Konatsu gulped as the young boy saw the redhead stretch, eyeing her arms and her own massive bosom to go along with her soft marshmallow belly to boot. "I understand Miss Ranma." He said calmly, hiding his nervousness. "But still it is time to wake up and prepare for school." Normally, he would teach her to how better her inner clock in order to wake up earlier, or at least sleep earlier, but he was in no position to criticize on that due to his usual staying up late to close up the shop, fancy the traps, and some light training. He tends to get his extra sleep when the girls are off to school. The store doesn't open until 3:00 when Ukyo returns home anyway. The benefits of not having to bother with cram school as most teenagers do these days. Ranma doesn't even bother as she comes straight to help in waitress duties. Akane is the only one doing it, but she's saying she will quit when she can, probably come next Trimester.

And it has sure been something when Akane and Ranma moved in and signed up to be waitresses. Konatsu deep down was overjoyed to have extra help, even if it meant his wage was to be possibly cut down. However, for some reason, that only seemed to increase tips his way from the teenage crowd. His tips practically tripled in the week they have moved in! Akane and Ranma though seem to get quite a lot of tips from the older crowd and from foreign tourists too, so it wasn't a total bust.

Hearing the rumble of her belly, Konatsu chuckled. "Asian or Western style breakfast? Me and Ukyo did some grocery shopping last night." He offered a hand to the cursed girl, aiming to help her to her feet. "And whatever you ask for, it's my command Miss Ranma!"

Meanwhile, in the other room...

Akane kicked and sent the Oni-ish men flying! Backhand and they fell like a bunch of dominos! And with it, the triumphant bluenette stood atop a mountain of bodies and laughed.

In her dream that is.

Akane slept on the floor futon, right at the foot of the bed where Ukyo slept. The massive 500 pound behemoth of a teenage girl has put on a little thanks in no part to her failed training always building up an appetite, built on top of the appetite of her new being cursed. She didn't exactly know it, but she was now at 515 and was rising. The big booty mega-hipped double-roll-bellied-and-mega-busty tomboy has gotten a ton of looks her way ever since she got her custom school uniform and PE attire. It has been very trying and taxing dealing with all the stares. Before it was the stares of envy from the girls and lust from the stupid boys. Now it's mockery and disgust respectively. No one said it to her face in fear of the spectre of Ryouga Hibiki strolling around or due to some blackmail her sister Nabiki had cooked up on whoever so much as taunts her sister, but the whispers were there. She even needed an extra chair in class her butt was so fat and wide!

The massive girl turned over, smacking her lips as she sighed. "An take that...ya stupid Ranma dude..." She drooled a little, giggling stupidly as she wiggled on the futon."An that!" Her fist rose straight up and hit air. And she went back to sleeping, not like a log but like a kitten...

Akane was a very smooth sleeper!

Until a big thump occurred in the living room below the bedrooms.

“Mm?” Ukyo mumbled off to the side, as her comparatively lithe form, tangled in sheets, blankets, and clasping a pillow tightly to her once rock hard abdomen, twisted in bed; unwilling to pry herself away from dreamland. If the tug of a smile on her face wasn't indicative enough, then the blush accompanying gave proof that her mind just then was whirling a very pleasant narrative...