My younger sister, Akane Tendo, is cursed to undergo a strange and frightening transformation whenever she experiences extreme emotions- anger, fear, even sexual arousal. She transforms from a normal Japanese schoolgirl into over seven feet of green muscle, voluptuous and wild... Sexy Amazon Hulk-chan.

Hulk-chan is everything my sister isn't- openly sexual to the point of perversion, self-confident, even vain. She openly proclaims her love for Ranma Saotome- something Akane would never do. However, they share the same hair-trigger temper... oh, and each of them want to be cured of the other...

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Last night was a regular comedy of errors. I've managed to put together the pieces, talking with Hulk-chan and Ranma, and it still confuses me. Hulk-chan claims (to me) that she only sent Ranma to save Shampoo because she didn't want Shampoo to steal him away, but that makes no sense. Ranma claims he was fighting to defend Shampoo, and that makes even less sense. I expect, once I speak with Shampoo about this, that I will have achieved perfect confusion.

Hulk-chan did let me know, when Ranma was off trying to find a more modest swimsuit (good luck! ha ha!), that her energy and Akane's might be linked, somehow. Apparently Akane needs time to recover from the transformation, and transforming before Akane's fully rested leaves Hulk-chan weaker than normal. Also, Hulk-chan sinks like a brick in water, but unlike Akane Hulk-chan's able to thrash hard enough to get her head above water if she wants to.

Anyway, the photos of Hulk-chan and Ranma I took this morning proved most profitable indeed- although I've held back the choice prints for Kuno-chan when he returns, so I can sell them to him at double price. That'll pay for Akane/Hulk-chan's new combination wardrobe, but I just saw the bill for Kasumi's brand new kitchen... has she flipped?

Don't answer that.

Well, nothing for it but to find another way of bringing in money... maybe there's a strong woman competition somewhere?

-- from the journal of Nabiki Tendo

Ukyo walked around the yattai twice, inspecting every side of the mobile food cart before nodding satisfaction to herself. Only then did she put the banner UU-CHAN'S on its staff and stick the staff into the beach sand. She was open for business, on the beach where, somewhere, Ran-chan was enjoying his escape from the ruined Tendo home.

Cooking food is its own best advertisement, and in no time at all the smell of Ukyo's first okonomiyaki of the morning attracted hungry beachgoers. The stools around the cart filled in no time, and Ukyo was happily slinging dough and humming to herself, allowing herself a brief wriggle of her hips to show off the sexy one-piece swimsuit she wore under her apron.

Like all good things, her mood couldn't last, and it crashed and burned when a blur of black and grey swept through the path of one tossed okonomiyaki, which vanished before it could reach the intended customer. Ukyo tried tossing another one, and it too was intercepted, the blur terminating in a short, squat, wrinkled figure standing on one corner of the cart's fold-out counters.

"Hmmm, delicious! I do so love fast food!" Happousai licked his fingers, totally unconcerned by the two angry men whose lunches had just been stolen by the old pervert. "Keep servin' 'em up, dearie, I've got a big appetite to fill!"

"Get lost, you shriveled-up old thief!" Ukyo pulled out her battle spatula, bringing it down hard on the spot where Happousai stood... only he was gone a split second before the blade landed, having gone to the other side of the cart in a single dash, scooping up all the food in front of the patrons on that side.

"Dee-licious!" Happousai cackled. "I think I'll stay here a while! How kind of you to cook so much for a lonely old man!"

"Hold still, you little..." Ukyo raised her spatula high over her head, ready to bring it down square on the pervert's little head...

She felt something squirm on her chest.

"Sweeto!" Happousai had somehow got under her apron and was fondling her boobs through the front of her swimsuit. "Such a fine pair, what a lucky day for me! Food AND fun in one place!"

"EEEEEEK!!" Ukyo shrieked. "LEGGO!!" She fumbled, trying to pry Happousai loose from her front, glancing around for help... but, of course, the patrons had all fled. Every time her hands seemed to grab Happy, he had shifted to one side or the other, all the while fondling her firm boobies with those little, wrinkled, disgusting hands...

"GOT YA!" she shouted at last, grabbing at Happousai... and missing. A second later she yelped as she felt him grabbing not her chest but her butt, his hands poking into places only one man was allowed to go (if he ever opened up his eyes to the fact).

"Wow, and just as sweet back here too! You know, too many girls your age don't wash nearly enough... though of course the smell of old panties is quite refreshing to my old lungs!"

"GEDDOFFGEDDOFF GET OFF!!!"

Happousai switched back to Ukyo's front, returning to rubbing his face between her tits. "Oh, I can't decide which is better, your cooking or your- hmm?" To Ukyo's relief, Happousai released her, hopping up to the countertop and looking up and down the beach frantically. "I sense something... my babe senses are ringing like I've never felt them before... where is she, where is she? She must be a goddess to- THERE!"

Ukyo followed Happousai's gaze down the beach were, over the heads of thousands of beachgoers, she could distinctly see a splotch of dark green hair, standing well above the rest of the crowd. Hulk-chan. And where Hulk-chan is, Ran-chan is probably close by...

"Oh, I must go and greet her personally!" Happousai gasped. "Such a wonder, to be deprived of my worship for so long! But first-" Ukyo felt a sudden breeze, and a moment later Happousai stuffed something red and white into a sack on his back. "Something to remember you by, Ukyo! Thanks for the light snack!"

Ukyo watched the tiny master bounce down the beach. She felt a sudden draft, but she really didn't care to look down, because that would mean admitting that Happousai had stolen her swimsuit. Her one piece, neck-fastened, zipper-closed swimsuit. The swimsuit which had been under the apron she was still wearing, which was now brushing a bit uncomfortably across her bare nipples and hanging down and away from her equally bare crotch.

I hope that green monster kills you, you damn old pervert.

"SWEEETOOO!"

You could tell at a glance which of the vacationers at this beach came from Nerima and the surrounding prefectures, and which didn't. You just had to look for the faces frozen in horrified grimaces at the sound of this strange battle cry.

Nabiki did some quick mental arithmetic. 1 × pervert¹⁰ + 2 × (superpowered babe × 10⁶) = mc² Mixing a pervert of Happousai's caliber with two super-strong megababes like Hulk-Chan and Juggy-Naut was a surefire recipe for many cataclysmic clashes. She had to distract the old geezer, before he set off a reaction that might just spell the end of this beach as they knew it.

But before she could reach Ranma-chan to yank off her bikini, she realized it was already too late - Hulk-Chan had heard the familiar cry and had spotted the tiny shape of Happousai bouncing across the sands towards her. Hulk-Chan's reaction to this, however, surprised Nabiki.

"Why, Master Happousai!" She called out happily. "How wonderful that you could join us!"

Even Kasumi blinked at that.

Happousai stopped a few feet from Hulk-Chan and looked up at her green loveliness with big eyes. "You- You are happy to see me?" he asked, unable to believe it himself.

"Definitely!" said Hulk-Chan. "Finally there's a man around who can truly appreciate a woman of my qualities. After all, Sexy Amazon Hulk-Chan is the sexiest there is! Only a true connoisseur of female pulchritude like you could pay me the homage I deserve." She thrust out her chest proudly, causing waves of highly fascinating jiggles.

Nabiki gaped. Sure, she knew that Hulk-Chan had a rather high opinion of herself and was just as starved for attention as Akane herself - but surely nobody could be that desperate.

Happousai's big, teary bambi-eyes took up fully two thirds of his entire face. "You... are so good... to a poor old man..." Suddenly he shot towards her, as if propelled by springs. "LET ME CRY AT YOUR BOSOM!"

"Sure thang," said Hulk-Chan, tugging at the tiny little excuse for a bikini top she wore, until her giant melons popped out - just as Happousai hit her in the cleavage.

"HmmmMMMmmMM! So lovely... warm... soft... and yet firm..." Happousai's hands roamed all over Hulk-Chan's mighty mammaries, while he burrowed into the space between them. Hulk-Chan seemed to take this with great equanimity.

Only when Happousai's face was completely buried between her tits did a look of evil joy creep onto Hulk-Chan's face. She laid her hands palm-down on top of her breasts, forearms resting against the outsides of those lovely green spheres.

And then she squeezed.

"MMmmmphh! Mgrrk!" was all that could be heard of Happousai, as his body was entirely engulfed between the two globes.

Hulk-Chan pressed harder, the muscles on her arms bulging almost as much as the two green mountains between them. A tiny arm thrust out of the top of her cleavage and waved around feebly for a few seconds, before slackening. Hulk-Chan kept up the pressure for a full minute longer after that, just to make sure.

Finally she stopped and grabbed her nipples, pulling her breasts apart by them. A swirly-eyed and rather two-dimensional Happousai floated to the ground like a sheet of tissue paper.

"Whoah! Pressed pervert," said Nabiki, pushing her sunglasses up to get a better look.

Hulk-Chan said, "Maybe I should paste him in an album and start a collection?" She grinned. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."

Yeah, perhaps, thought Nabiki. But you only had the figure, strength and personality to do it for a few days.

The two-dimensional figure that once had been Happousai rippled and wriggled on the beach sands. Then, with a loud snapping sound, it rebounded back into a three-dimensional shape, looking a little lumpy and dizzy but otherwise back to normal. "WOO-HOO!" Happousai shouted, dancing happily on his tiny feet. "HOTCHA! What a woman! What a babe! At last, my dying wish can be fulfilled!"

"Oh, so you're dying, old man?" Nabiki asked. "Or would that be too much to hope?"

"Oh, no, I've got a long way to go yet, child," Happousai said, preening himself. "I'm far too young to shuffle off this mortal coil. But I've always wished, in my heart of hearts, that when I go, I go smothered between the two largest breasts on Earth." Gathering himself, he shouted, "So let's REHEARSE, Hulk-chan!!"

Halfway in his leap back to Hulk-chan's looming boobs, Happousai's flight was interrupted by a fist- feminine, but small and pink instead of large and green. "I don't think so, Gramps," Ranma-chan muttered.

Happousai picked himself up off the stand, staring with mixed anger and admiration at Ranma-chan, whose overfull blue bikini top heaved with each angry breath. "So, Ranma, you feel like living dangerously, do you?" the old lecher smirked. "First you deprive your old master of the friendly caresses of a beautiful woman, and then you taunt him by wearing a swimsuit that reveals every curve and line of your sex?"

Ranma-chan blushed and put her hands in front of her crotch. "Blame Nabiki," she grumbled. "As soon as I can find my male swim trunks, I'm hitting the hot water."

Happousai lunged onto Ranma-chan's bosom, fondling the D-cup wonders through the tiny cups of the overstretched swimsuit top. "But then these beauties would go away! You know I can't permi-URK!" This time the intervening hand was large and green, as Hulk-chan lifted Happousai up by the scruff of his gi and held the tiny martial arts master in front of her face.

"Now, now, Ranma-chan, don't be angry," Hulk-chan smiled. "After all, Master Happousai is a healthy man, and he has a healthy admiration for beauty."

"Too true! Too true!" Happousai nodded, eyes large and dewy once more.

"He just has to learn that, as an admirer, he is allowed to look-" Hulk-chan's arm blurred down and struck the sand with thunderous force, burying the old master beyond sight. "-but NOT to touch," she finished, withdrawing her hand, empty, from the sands.

From nowhere (or, more accurately, from the roof of the beach house), Soun and Genma appeared, stomping heavily on the slight mound in the sand marking Happousai's burial place.

"Begone, demon!"

"Die, monster!"

"Depart to the hell which spawned you!"

"No, no, Tendo! We want the Master to go to Heaven!"

"Why?"

"Because if he went to Hell, he'd take over!"

"Oh, good point, good point. Go to HEAVEN, you foul old-"

The explosion of sand sent Genma and Soun flying head over heels. Happousai brushed the loose sand from his clothing, unconcerned at his rough treatment. "Such respect for the man who taught you the Art," he muttered. "Perhaps I should take a moment to remind you who is-"

"Oh, Master Happousai! How pleasant to see you!" Nodoka walked up to the group, wearing a modest swimsuit that, nontheless, revealed a shapely figure kept in good shape over the years. Her sunglasses reflected ominously towards Soun and Genma as she added, "I was just retrieving these two. They may have finished repairing the shingles, but now the siding of their so-called free rental house needs to be put in trim." From nowhere her katana, blade bare and gleaming in the summer sun, appeared in her hands. "So I'm going to have to insist they stop playing with you and get back to work."

"A pleasure as always, Nodoka," Happousai replied, bowing respectfully to the Saotome matron. "And might I say you look as delicious as ever! Brings back memories, it does."

Nodoka blushed deeply. "Why, Master Happousai, you say the most darling things. Shall we see you at dinner tonight?"

Please, please, please no, four different people thought as one.

"But of course!" Happousai said. "As my students, these two loafers should be all too eager to host me for my stay!"

Dammit, those same four people thought.

"Oh, so you're going to be with us a while, Master!" Hulk-chan smiled.

"'Us?'" Nabiki asked dryly and pointedly.

"Well, of course I'll be around your beachhouse too!" Hulk-chan said, recovering smoothly. "At least until you get me those clothes you promised!"

"CLOTHES?" Happousai roared, leaping up to stand on Hulk-chan's firm, proud mammaries. "You would cover these works of art and conceal them from the world?"

"Actually, the designs I have would show them off quite well-" Nabiki paused while Hulk-chan cheerfully elbowed Happousai back into the sand. "Er, would show them off quite well indeed. Without running any risk of indecency charges." At this mention Hulk-chan stuffed her mighty ta-tas back into the inadequate cups of her bikini top.

"Cleavage?" Happousai asked, pulling himself out once more.

"Vast."

"Low neckline?"

"What neckline?"

"Well, that's all right, then," Happousai nodded. "But I shall expect final approval of any- urk!" His head searched frantically around as he muttered, "Twice in one day! How fortunate can a man be?"

"Nihao!" Shampoo's towering figure plowed its way through the beach crowds. "Spatula Girl start running nudie bar, steal away customers, so Grandmother give Shampoo afternoon- EEEEEEK!!" Happousai's hands were already rubbing her muscle-tight melons through the front of the flexible Juggy-naut armor/swimsuit.

"Oh happy day! And these are even BIGGER than Hulk-chan's! Why, Shampoo, how kind of you to make yourself so large to comfort an old man in his failing years!"

Before Shampoo could follow her first impulse- to turn Happousai into lecher jelly- Hulk-chan walked over to her. "Aw, isn't he cute, Shampoo? Master Happousai just adores beauty in all its forms, doesn't he?"

Shampoo could have done without this opinion, since Hulk-chan wasn't the one with a little ugly shriveled-up old man clinging to her front, sliding his hands around glands larger than the old pervert's head, if not his entire body. "W-w-what Hulk-chan mean talk like that?" she stammered.

Hulk-chan reached forward and, with a grunt, pulled the front of the Juggy-naut armor down, baring the mountainous Amazon breasts for Happousai's viewing. As the delighted old master increased his groping and nuzzling, she once more popped her own gigantic green gourds from their holsters, saying, "I think we should give him what he wants."

"Is Hulk-chan crazy? Shampoo no want-" She gasped, this time with pleasure rather than disgust, as Hulk-chan hugged Shampoo close, the two sets of globular gazongas squeezing together and rubbing nip to nip... and, not by coincidence, hiding Happousai from view altogether.

"If he likes big, hot, firm boobs," Hulk-chan said quietly, "then let's give him all he can stand, ne?" She increased the strength of her hug slightly, squeezing her convex chest harder against Shampoo's, increasing the pressure around the little old man caught in the middle. "Get the idea?"

For several seconds Shampoo didn't get the idea, as her bewildered stares showed. It took a few nods and glances on Hulk-chan's part for Shampoo to put two and two together. "Ooooooooooh. Aiyah, yes, we kill Happy with kindness, yes?" Shampoo said at last.

"Oh, I don't think it'll kill him," Hulk-chan grinned, "but let's see how hot we can make it for him, ne?" The two muscular women embraced even closer, the mounds of their breasts flattening and bulging up between them as the muscles of their powerful arms bulged and rippled with effort. Tighter and tighter the hug became, towering bodies trembling... and as the two titans drew close enough to kiss, smoke began to rise from the depths of their united cleavage.

"Shampoo feel something slipping," the Juggy-naut muttered as she hugged tighter than ever.

"I think he's going to pop a cork," Hulk-chan grinned, giving her all to the embrace.

With a loud POP! Happousai shot out of the girls' crushing cleavage like a bullet from a gun. With a last vanishing shout of, "I shall return!" he vanished into the bright blue summer sky, leaving a final flash of light near the horizon.

"Whooo," Shampoo sighed, "glad he gone... now maybe this fun... hey!" Hulk-chan released the hug, stepping back as if dizzy. "What wrong? Shampoo just getting to like tight tight titty hug!"

"Just... just a bit dizzy," Hulk-chan muttered, looking down at herself. For the moment she looked all right, except that her bikini top had vanished. "Just need to catch my breath..."

"Here, I think I have a spare top for you, Hulk-chan," Nabiki said quickly. "Let's go up to my room and try it on, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Hulk-chan said, "lead the way..."

Nabiki was practically holding Hulk-chan up as the two staggered up the creaky steps of the rental house. "What happened?" Nabiki grunted. "Did someone say something Akane related?"

"No..." Hulk-chan leaned away from Nabiki, and the wallboards creaked alarmingly. "I was feeling great... Shampoo's boobs against mine... her nips poking me... Happousai flew off... and all of a sudden... this... drain..." Just short of Nabiki's bedroom door, the giant green woman collapsed, falling tits-first onto the floor. "Getting... too... weak..."

"C'mon, not here," Nabiki grunted, tugging frantically at Hulk-chan's dead weight. "What if one of the parental units comes in here and sees you changing?" Already the vivid green of Hulk-chan's skin was fading as she began to revert. "C'mon, fight it, we need to get you into a room!"

Summoning the last of her strength, Hulk-chan managed to get to her hands and knees, flopping forward through Nabiki's doorway. Nabiki pulled her the rest of the way in, a process becoming rapidly easier as the resistance from Hulk-chan's balloon-like bust grew less and less, one cup size at a time.

Mighty limbs grew shorter, skinnier, less delicate. The butt which had once tested the bottoms of a string bikini to the utmost extreme now lost its definition, shrinking into a modest, hard double lump of muscle. Dark hair lost its greenish tinge as it grew shorter, revealing a back rapidly diminishing in breadth and mass.

Akane Tendo swayed to her feet, scarcely noticing the bottom of Hulk-chan's bikini slip effortlessly down her hips and legs. For a few seconds she looked completely out of it... then, shaking off the cobwebs, she steadied herself, stretching muscles which, although nothing like supernatural, were still respectable enough for any girl. "Wow, I must have slept myself out! I feel great!" A second later, she looked down at herself, screamed, and tried to cover herself. After a few moments of frantic movement, she noticed Nabiki's calm, cool stare. "... I wasn't asleep, was I?"

"Nope. You were lean, green, and obscene, or you were until you disposed of Happousai. Until Hulk-chan disposed of him, anyway."

"Disposed of him?" Akane smiled eagerly at this. "Permanently?"

"Too early to tell, but I doubt it," Nabiki said. "Why don't we adjourn to your bedroom and I'll fill you in on the details."

"Sure! Race ya there!"

"Wait a minute," Nabiki said quickly, "are you all right, Akane? Usually you're wiped when you change back to normal."

"Never better," Akane replied, chipper and merry. "In fact, I feel like I've had the best night's sleep of my life!" She blushed a bit and added, "Even if it did include some really weird dreams..."

Hmmm, Nabiki thought, I have a very bad feeling about this...

Meanwhile, high in the skies over southern Japan, Happousai sighed and examined the overstretched red bikini top in his hands. That's most peculiar, he thought, that a chi charge should be both so persistent and so suddenly depleted...

The pressure inside the combined boulder-boobies of Hulk-chan and Shampoo the Juggy-naut might have been enough to make coal into diamonds, had the mammary flesh not been yielding in its firmness and mass. Of course, Happousai had survived much worse... although, he had to admit, the last twenty seconds or so had not been pleasant, not at all. Even a dedicated pervert has limits, here and there.

Happousai's reflexes had proven swift enough to snag Hulk-chan's bikini top on liftoff. Almost as soon as the garment left the jade beauty's super-sized form, Happousai had been overwhelmed by the positive flow of chi through the garment into him. The power seemed bottomless, the power of excitement (in all its forms) pouring into him uncontrollably. Why, the power was more potent than the Super Soba, hotter than the Happo-Dari-Kin... and addictive, SO addictive.

And now it was gone, utterly used up. Happousai could only feel the normal latent chi he usually drew his power from, a chi recognizable as Nabiki Tendo's. (Worn twice, never aroused, seen only by family- Happousai's expertise could detect such details of the wearer.)

Hulk-chan... such power you possess... and think how strong I could be if I can find a way to tap this bottomless well of chi... and Nabiki, sweet Nabiki is connected to this somehow.

I must return to the beach at once and observe the Tendos. Once I discover the connection between Nabiki and Hulk-chan, I'll have an endless supply of panties, bras and swimwear to steal... and with them, Hulk-chan's delicious chi-

Happousai's musings were suddenly interrupted by the impact of a KAL 737, an elderly plane flying commuter between Tokyo and Okinawa. This plane would be making an emergency landing- although Happousai managed to cling to the wing, his pack, and all his collected darlings- including Hulk-chan's bikini top- fell into the right wing engine and took it out in a kamikaze blaze of glory.

MY DARLINGS! MY PRECIOUS DARLINGS! Happousai began climbing his way along the plane's metal skin, working towards the door. I believe the pilot needs a lesson about private property, the master martial artist, master lecher, and grand master hypocrite thought.

Besides, stewardesses have such wonderful lacy things just waiting to be liberated...

"... and it was so strange, because it was like I was making the change happen, one part at a time, and I was enjoying it... and it was me, in full control, the whole time," Akane said, describing the erotic dream she'd had the night before. "And then, I'm completely huge and green, and I'm about to..." Akane's blush, already deep, took on fire-engine tone... "... to do that with Ranma, I mean it was right there, there was this loud blast of awful music... and I don't remember anything after that."

"You were in control, as Hulk-chan, in your dream?" Nabiki asked.

"Well, yeah, I think so," Akane nodded. "Except, of course, that I would never want to do anything like that with that moron Ranma."

Nabiki reached forward and flicked one of Akane's stiff nipples. "Sure you wouldn't," she said. "Okay, cover story: you've been jogging all day and got a bit lost. Go get a cold bath before you go green again."

"Er, yeah," Akane nodded, slipping a bathrobe over her nudity. Just before heading down to the dingy (but functional) bathroom, she asked, "Did Hulk-chan really squeeze Happousai out of her cleavage?"

"Yep. First pressed, then popped," Nabiki nodded. "Plenty of witnesses, too."

"Y'know, on the one hand, I'm irritated at how brazen that would be..." Akane couldn't stifle a giggle. "But on the other hand, it's gotta be justice for that old pervert." Picking out a towel from her baggage, she stepped out of her door- and was picked up by Soun, who danced his way down the stairs with Akane, butt flashing where her bathrobe fell down from her legs, held high overhead.

Strangely enough, Akane wasn't really angry or shocked; at least, she was calm enough to think, Now this would be all I need; to change into Hulk-chan while Daddy's holding me in the air, and crush him.

"Hooray! Hooray! Happy day, happy day!" Soun shouted and danced his way through the beach house's living room.

"Such a beautiful day to be alive, Tendo!" Genma was dancing himself, passing out party poppers and throwing up streamers.

Even Nodoka was getting into the act, although her happiness was less... well, stupid. "My son has truly honored the family name this day," she said, smiling with pride at the redhead in the almost microscopic blue bikini. "Although in a most unusual way."

"Oh my! Such noise!" A bleary-eyed Kasumi, looking impeccably respectable in nightgown and hairnet, stepped down the stairs. "What is going on down here?"

"Yes, father," Nabiki asked, her voice ice cold, "what has you in such a good mood that you insist on showing off Akane's rear to the whole family?"

Soun noticed, for the first time, his youngest daughter's attire, and set her down hurriedly. "It's so wonderful! Ranma just won the title of Princess of the Beach Festival!"

Ranma-chan, already slumped in a sullen glower, blushed and slumped lower still.

"And as prizes, she won dinner for two at any restraunt in the beach district!" Genma cheered, dancing happily.

"Guess who stole the certificates," Ranma-chan grumbled, glaring up at her father.

"One hundred thousand yen for shopping for new swimsuits!" Soun grinned.

"Don't want more girlie swimsuits," Ranma-chan growled.

"A year's supply of makeup, herbal shampoos, and feminine hygiene products!" Nodoka smiled.

Ranma-chan couldn't even bear to comment on that shame.

"And all he has to do is-"

The door of the rental house slammed open, and with only a pause to wipe feet Ukyo and Shampoo stomped into the room. Ukyo, now fully clothed after her encounter with Happousai, kept staring up now and again at the towering Juggy-naut, who just managed to squeeze through the door without incurring catastrophic property damage. "Ran-chan, what do you mean by winning a beauty contest?" she shouted as soon as she entered the living room.

"Too right!" Shampoo shouted. "Not right hus... Ranma take prize! Rightfully belong to woman like Shampoo!"

"Yes," Nabiki drawled, "how did Ranma win this prize anyway?" All of this seemed too peculiar... which meant it felt familiar, of course, but an explanation still wanted...

"I dunno," Ranma-chan groaned. "I was just splashin' in th' surf, tryin' ta get this stupid wedgie outta my butt-crack-"

"That's a thong, Saotome," Nabiki grinned, "the wedgie never stops."

"Anyway, some guy in a suit saw me, shook my hand, and said I'd won the title. Seems they've been judgin' in secret all day, watchin' an' waitin'."

"Oh?" Nabiki looked over at Ukyo and Shampoo. "So why didn't either of you win?"

Ukyo's blush could have been used to roast marshmallows. "Er, I was... um... underdressed... when the judge came by," she said. "The judge was looking for a girl in a swimsuit."

Shampoo sulked, as only a seven foot six inch (Imperial measurements) muscle-bound voluptuous Amazon can sulk. "Judge say they look for girl playing in surf. Shampoo play in surf, I be cat playing in surf."

"I see," Nabiki said. "So, since neither of you could win anyway, you blame Ranma for taking the prize away, right?"

"Well, um, er, anyway, there's another constest this weekend," Ukyo said, "and we don't want Ranma to enter, okay?"

"Too too true," Shampoo said. "Is Bikini Chef cooking contest. Winner win much face for restraunt!"

"To say nothing of actual prize money," Ukyo added. "But since the contestants have to look good in a swimsuit, we want Ranma to promise he isn't going to enter."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that," Genma grinned. "He can't enter. He- er, the Beach Festival Princess- is the judge for Bikini Chef."

Ukyo and Shampoo's angry stares changed to looks of... well... hunger. "Could you say that again?" Ukyo said quietly.

"Don't wanna judge no cookin' contest," Ranma sulked.

"According to the papers the judge gave us," Nodoka said, "there are three judges- the swimsuit judge, the presentation judge, and the taster, who is the annual Beach Festival Princess... my son." She stood proudly and added, "Of course it would not be manly for my son to shirk his duties as princess, much less to pass up an opportunity to provide for his family."

"And how manly is it to spend th' next week bein' photographed in a string bikini?" Ranma-chan muttered. Every day beginning tomorrow, the Princess had to appear at a public event, looking adorable, sexy, and virtually naked for a thousand cameras. The prospect, put mildly, did not appeal to her.

Nabiki staggered as she felt her budget take a mortal wound. FREE... unrenumerated... photos of Ranma? This Hulk-chan business is costing me more than I thought it would! Time to pull out some mens' swim trunks- or a Speedo maybe- ask Cologne for some waterproof soap and get some photos in the surf of the Beach Festival Princess' beefy cousin... but first things first...

"Akane, I think you should take your bath now," Nabiki said, pushing the berobed Akane into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her. When the others stared at her, she shrugged and said, "All the running she does makes her smell."

The others accepted this, and immediately returned to pressuring Ranma- the adults not wanting to lose out on Ranma's prizes (none of which would do him any good), the girls wanting Ranma to rate their cooking best. If Akane had stayed in the living room to watch, mellow or not, recent transformation or not, there'd be some hulking going on.

"Shampoo cooking better! You like Shampoo cooking, yes Ranma?"

"Ran-chan likes my okonomiyaki best! Isn't that right, Ran-chan!"

"Think of it, Saotome, enough soaps and beauty aids and swimwear for all my daughters for a year! Think of the savings!"

"I'm thinking of Chez Expensive' for these gift certificates," Genma replied. "I hear they have an all-you-can-eat truffle bar."

"Oh my! I'd better get started on dinner if Ukyo and Shampoo are staying!"

"Sit up, Ranma, it's not manly to sulk."

"I hate life, life hates me, life dumps crap all over me..."

Afternoon drew on to evening, and calm eventually descended upon the Tendo beach rental. Genma and Soun returned to work repairing the decrepit old house, supervised by Nodoka (and her ever-present sword). Akane, after a long, quiet bath, went off for another jog, proclaiming her complete indifference to the Bikini Chef contest. Nabiki had found a tiny Speedo, blackmailed Ranma into putting it on (after a dose of hot water), and was using up more film in the shadow of the beach house. After watching the first two rolls of film snap past, Ukyo and Shampoo had returned to their respective yattais to prepare for dinner rush.

This left Kasumi alone inside the house... when he arrived.

Silent and stealthy, Happousai slipped through the kitchen window and landed on the polished steel countertop. With soundless footsteps he crept along the counter, sneaking up to the delicious smell rising from the several pots and pans on the stovetop. Ah, how nice, a welcome-home snack. And just barely enough for one- well, too bad for Genma and Soun, eh? Come to Happy, yummy-

"Oh, hello, Master Happousai." The voice froze Happousai in his tracks. "Please don't walk on the countertop; it's not sanitary." The one voice that Happousai dared not defy, lest a fate worse than death befall him...

"Good evening, Kasumi," Happousai smiled, dropping to the floor and bowing. "Dinner smells delicious as ever."

"Oh, thank you so much!" Kasumi smiled. "But I'm afraid it won't be ready for another half-hour. Perhaps you'd like to wait in the living room until dinner is ready?" Although nothing in her demeanor showed any sign of it, that question was in fact an order; Happousai knew from experience just what kind of dinner-time torture Kasumi could visit upon someone who had acted improperly in her eyes.

"Why, thank you, Kasumi-chan, I'll just get out of your way." Happousai said, retreating as graciously as he could. He might be the grand master of Anything Goes Martial Arts... but Kasumi could be stealthier, sneakier, and more cunning than anyone he knew, even himself! If only he could learn her secrets...

Of course, he was after an entirely different secret this night. Which room is Nabiki's, I wonder? Happousai thought, searching from room to room. Kasumi had already tidied up- beds made, clothes sent to the worn-out washing machines- but Happousai was able to tell, with only a token rifling of luggage or dressers, that the first room he entered was Ranma's, the second Akane's, and the third Nabiki's.

Nabiki's dresser yielded up her laptop computer (which Happousai passed by, since he knew nothing about computers), a multitude of photo negatives, and some invoices for, of all things, dresses. Very expensive, but then Nabiki liked to live high on the hog when she could. Come on, come on, there must be some clue- a ha! A hand feeling along the upper edge of the inside of a drawer found, taped to the wood, a small book... an old-fashioned diary, with a simple lock that Happousai practially walked through.

He flipped to the first page, eager and anxious to see what it said...

To the reader:

If you think I'm so bubble-headed as to leave my most private thoughts in such an obvious and insecure place, you are at least as stupid as you think I am.

Nabiki Tendo

P. S. Look behind you.

"Good evening, Happousai. Find anything interesting?"

Happousai froze, then spun around trying to hide the evidence behind his back. "Why, Nabiki, I-" His protestations of innocence died when he saw that Nabiki was wearing a black swimsuit which could best be described as a slingshot; a single strap which just barely covered the crotch, splitting into two to cover the nipple area of her firm, well-shaped breasts, then reuniting behind her neck to descend down her back into a narrow thong. The fabric was so thin, it had just a hint of transparency to it, hinting at the darker color of her nipples and the folds of her sex... oh, it was too much to resist! "SWEET-"

*WHAM!*

"-o..." Happousai slid off of Ranma's fist and to the floor. As he fell, he noted Ranma's frustration and anger focused entirely on him. He also noticed the huge, uncomfortable bulge in the young man's Speedoes, probably caused by Nabiki's swimwear. One of these days, my boy, you'll learn to let go...

"Why, Ranma," Nabiki purred, "keep that up and maybe I'll let you use that weapon on me sometime." She smirked at Ranma's obvious erection, shaking her bust a little to make her point.

Ranma groaned. "Whatever. I'm gonna go take a cold bath before dinner." After a few seconds, he kicked the prone pervert and shouted, "I SAID I'M GONNA-"

"I heard you, I heard you," Happousai said, getting to his feet. "I'm not deaf yet, you know."

Ranma paused, looking suspiciously at the old man, who normally would leap up and offer his services as back-washer for Ranma-chan. Nabiki looked equally suspicious, but she appeared to understand why Happousai was sacrificing such a glorious opportunity. "Go on, Saotome. Grandpa here and I need to talk. I'll shout if I need another rescue."

"Yeah, right," Ranma grumbled, making his escape.

As the door shut, Happousai said, "Nabiki, how much to learn the facts about this Hulk-chan person?"

"Not for sale," Nabiki replied. "I don't care to get pulverized by a woman who can tie rebar into square knots."

"Oh, come on, sweetie," Happousai said, going into his Harmless Old Man act. "Grampa Happousai will protect you from the nasty green woman and her huge breasts."

"Did you know you have seventy-four arrest warrants outstanding for you, in four aliases, in this prefecture alone?" Nabiki asked quietly. "That's not counting crimes where the statute of limitations has expired." She stood up, walked over to her dresser, pulled out a pair of purple silk panties. "Here, just so you don't go away empty handed..." She tossed them to Happousai, who caught and pocketed them without even thinking. "Now go away."

"I'm not going to give up, Nabiki," Happousai said, dropping his wheedling tone for a harder, more threatening stance. "I will find out the connection between you and Hulk-chan."

"Don't make me angry, Happousai," Nabiki replied. "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." She didn't even blink at Happousai's rising battle aura, and after a moment he decided not to risk her ingenuity. Besides, she's learned a lot from me since I've been here, Happousai thought. She might actually be dangerous now.

But I'm not going to give up. I'll be watching you, Nabiki... and I'll find out what relationship you have with Hulk-chan. And then I'll steall ALL of Hulk-chan's panties!

Happousai's perfect behavior the rest of the evening worried the inhabitants of the Tendo-Saotome beach rental house. He stole no food, copped no feels, swiped no bras or panties. When he failed to order Soun out of the master bedroom so he could use it, the Tendo patriarch burst into tears- he knew, better than anyone but Genma, that Happousai was planning something truly maleficent if he was being this nice.

The next morning, when Ranma-chan appeared again in that tiny blue bikini- the bikini that only hid the bare essentials if you ignored lumps in the fabric- Happousai ignored it. This only increased the group alarm- except for Ranma, who was too preoccupied with her obnoxious girly swimsuit to pay any attention to the old pervert.

How little they appreciate the sacrifices I make for the Art, Happousai thought, the sheer steely will I must exert to achieve my goals. He forced himself to ignore Ranma's almost-not-there swimwear, Akane's worn shorts and T-shirt combo that hugged her well-toned body so nicely, even Nodoka in her own one-piece swimsuit. His eyes were entirely on Nabiki.

Of course, Nabiki was worth staring at. She had given up the slingshot nipple-grabbing slit-gripper suit for a slightly more modest tank top and full bikini bottom. The top, the lower half cut off, revealed the bottoms of a pair of breasts just a little smaller than Ranma-chan's, and the bikini bottoms stretched tight and thin across her shapely butt, allowing the shadow of her ass-crack to show through the hot yellow cloth.

Lovely... no no! Happousai thought. Focus on the goal! Sooner or later, Nabiki will lead me to Hulk-chan! The thought of those acres upon acres of tits and ass helped salve Happousai's libido; the thought of the power available through the viridian vixen's chi-infused underwear kept him centered on his mission.

His focus was tried still more at Ranma-chan's first photo shoot as Princess of the Beach Festival. Ranma-chan had decided, since he couldn't get out of being the Princess, and since it was only for the week, that she should turn it into training... and then she insulted every beauty contestant ever by terming her study of female model motion 'sulutujitsu,' or Slut Fu.

As she danced through the surf to the sound of a dozen cameras, Ranma-chan began her training, going, as he usually did, completely over the top. She hopped and skipped blatantly, giving her back an extra little arch to boost the bouncing of her tenously contained boobs. When walking, she rocked her hips like a streetwalker, showing off the taut, perfect smoothness of her thong-clad ass. She made frequent bends to splash her hands through the rippling surf; when facing the cameras she wriggled her cleavage, and when facing away she kept her legs spread to show off the bulge of her mound against the thong.

Had Nodoka been present, she would have found nothing either manly or ladylike in Ranma's conduct; however, she was keeping to her self-appointed task of monitoring Genma and Soun's work rebuilding the rental house. Kasumi, likewise, was elsewhere, leaving only Nabiki, Akane, and Happousai to watch as Ranma-chan shifted her approach from Cock Hungry Slut to Virgin Wants It (as she thought of the developing katas).

Ranma-chan's blatant come-on poses gave way to poses that, while appearing innocent, were a lot more revealing. She bounced and skipped, apparently carefree, her tits wobbling until they sprang completely free from their containment; her hands covered the nipples in an instant, and she affected shock for the cameras as her top fell into the surf, all the while seeming to show more skin than ever before.

Using one arm to (supposedly) preserve her modesty, Ranma bent over, legs straight, to retrieve her top with one hand, in the process giving the cameras a direct look at the symmetry of her ass, the thong emerging from her cheeks to just barely cover her pussy. A slight shift of her legs actually pulled the thong off of her mound, but only for a second, and then Ranma-chan rushed to pull it back into place, ending the momentary flash.

Nabiki watched with a mixture of shock and amusement. I can't believe Saotome is getting so into this... and he's GOOD, she thought. She could feel her own nipples hardening from the rapid-fire series of sexy, fuck-me poses... Maybe I should ask Hulk-chan for permission to give Ranma a roll in the hay, if he's that naturally... uh oh, I forgot...

Nabiki turned to face Akane, whose face burned with outrage and mortification... and whose nipples tented up her T-shirt, through the bra, with unacknowledged arousal. When Ranma's faked fumbling with her top flashed nipples here, there and yonder, Nabiki saw Akane's eyes go from their customary brown to a brilliant glowing green.

"Akane," Nabiki said quietly but urgently, "you look ill. You'd better go to your room and lie down. Now." Without a word Akane turned and ran for the rental house, and Nabiki nodded to herself. Now for the distraction, she thought, pulling the cut-off tank top up and off her braless breasts...

Ranma's poses were interrupted as a yellow piece of fabric blew into his face on the breeze. With a shriek Nabiki ran in front of the cameras, her own firm ta-tas, bouncing with every step, as she snatched her top back from the voluptuous redhead. "Oh GAWD I am SO embarrassed!" she shouted as loudly as she could, grabbing her top away from Ranma. "I can't BELIEVE my top just blew OFF like that!" she roared, holding the offending top over her head and showing off her knockers for the cameras and observers. "PLEASE don't look at my virginal but full breasts, oh, I could just DIE with embarrassment!" She held the top loosely across her front and ran... but not too fast, because you can't run fast when you roll your hips like that.

Well, that was a little embarrassing, but at least it put Ranma-chan in her place, Nabiki smirked as she ran. More importantly, every eye is on me and not on my sister...

Wait a minute. Where did Happousai go?

Akane stumbled into her bedroom, the change already making it difficult to move as muscles and bones began reshaping themselves throughout her body. How DARE... that Ranma... show off... like that? Akane's angry thoughts poured through her head. No... shame... at all... and now I... can't stop...

Akane's breasts were already pressing insistently against her bra and T-shirt, leading the transformation. The intoxicating heat that filled her body seemed to focus on those two inflating mounds of flesh, especially on the swollen spikes, hard and tingling, rising like peaks from growing mountains.

Her thighs began to stretch the legs of her shorts, her thews bulging as her nerves twitched and misfired with waves of pleasant warmth. Her butt began to widen along with her hips, rounding, filling out in sleek, powerful elegance, pressing the canvas of her shorts into a skin-tight layer covering her pelvis, hugging the tight, wet hump of her sex.

How dare she look... so sexy... Fire pulsed through her veins, through her mind, burning away everything but pleasure. She collapsed forward, catching herself on the lower railing of her broken bed, groaning as her flexed arms ripped apart the sleeves of her T-shirt. Her shoulders, widening and broadening as muscle and bone doubled and redoubled in mass, slid through the resulting holes and took all slack out of the garment. The shirt stretched tight across striated back and pneumatic chest, pulling the lower hem up until it vanished underneath the lower edges of her inflating spheres. Those spheres grew even more spherical as, with a loud series of snaps, her bra gave away against their irresistible weight.

The sandals that Akane hadn't remembered to slip off in the entryway split apart, cheap plastic straps snapping as her foot widened and lengthened along with the rest of her body. The sound only heightened her arousal, already at fever pitch, and the rubbing of her bunched-up panties against her swollen pussy lips only made the pleasure more intense. She began rolling her hips, imagining Ranma-kun's massive cock sliding into that twitching quim, rubbing her inner walls with delicious heat. The overstretched shorts began to split, the gap around her ass growing wider with every hump.

As the growing muscles of her torso ripped open the back of her T-shirt, it revealed pale green skin, the same flesh tone running through the rest of her exposed body, similar to the highlights running through her growing dark hair. She tossed her head, sending the wavy mane dancing, rocking her chest forward against the last barrier holding her stupendous gazongas in check, groaning as that fabric rubbed against her erect teats.

She felt herself approaching climax, the rough friction of fabric against cunt and tit, the memory of Ranma-chan's lewd poses working their will on her. Her humping increased, her arms and legs flexing larger and larger, bulging with muscle, pulsing with her heartbeat. Her insides knotted, something deep within her turning to jelly as she rocked, jiggled, and groaned her way to orgasm.

When it hit, it hit HARD. The explosion of sexual release ran through her system like a volcanic eruption, causing every muscle to flex in one massive convulsion. The remains of her T-shirt and shorts ripped apart in the explosion of might, sliding off her body to fall to the floor. The metal bed rail snapped in her hands, crushed in her hysterical grip. Her panties, the only surviving bit of her clothing, curled and rolled between her asscheeks and thighs, soaked to dripping from her juices.

Hulk-chan panted for breath as the spasms of her climax and transformation faded away. Oh... Ranma, you naughty, naughty boy-chick... your lips may say no, but your body says right fucking now! Pausing to adjust her overstretched, half-ripped panties into some measure of coverage, she strode out of the room, mind focused on only one goal: finding Ranma-chan and making her metamorphic fantasy reality.

From the shadows of the ceiling, Happousai dropped to the bedroom floor. He picked up the scraps of Akane's shredded clothing, holding it to his face, breathing deeply of her musk... and of the chi radiating from its surface. Too quickly, far too quickly, both were exhausted... but now Happousai had what he wanted.

So, Hulk-chan is really Akane! he thought. And yet... A quick rifling of Akane's underwear drawer verified his suspicions. Akane's underwear doesn't have that same charge. Only clothing that Hulk-chan wears has that chi supercharge.

And apparently Hulk-chan can't wear much of anything that Akane has... which means I shall have to make a great personal sacrifice if I am to attain my desires...

Happousai hopped out the window, only a moment before Kasumi entered, wheeling a cart behind her carrying a welding torch and several bars of high-strength welding stock...

Hulk-chan had just barely stepped onto the beach (still wearing nothing more than a seriously overstressed pair of near-transparent white panties) when she heard a voice shouting her name. "Nihao! Oi! Hulk-chan!" The thundering running footsteps told the green giantess who it was: only Shampoo, the Unstoppable Juggy-naut, could equal Hulk-chan's might... and beauty.

"Can't talk now, Shampoo," Hulk-chan said, "I'm gonna go find Ranma and make him a man, or woman, whatever he is right now."

"This important!" Juggynaut came to a stop directly in Hulk-chan's path, her mammoth breasts not getting the 'halt' message for another few seconds. "Shampoo need talk to you about contest!"

"Contest?" Hulk-chan blinked her confusion. "What contest?"

"Bikini Chef cooking contest," Shampoo said. "You not hear?"

"I'm not always in a position to listen," Hulk-chan shrugged. "So it's a cooking contest. What's so big about that? Besides you," she winked.

"Is three contests in one," Shampoo said. "Bikini contest, food presentation contest, and food tasting contest. Tasting done by Beach Festival Princess."

Hulk-chan's foggy memory kicked up the mental image of Ranma-chan giving her all (and giving it all) for the cameras. "Wait a minute," she said slowly, "Ranma-darling is the Beach Whatever Princess. That means that Ranma is judging the food!"

"Is true," Shampoo nodded. "Shampoo not know Ranma judge when entered. Now Shampoo need your permission to compete."

"My permission?" Hulk-chan asked. "Why-"

"Ranma choose best cook for wife, maybe?" Shampoo said. "That what Spatula Girl think. She buying expensive ingredients from all over to make too too special dish for Ranma!"

"So it's a challenge for Ranma's affections?"

"Shampoo think so. Do you want Shampoo drop out?"

"HELL no!" Hulk-chan grinned. "No, I'm going to enter, and you stay in, and that way we have two chances to win!"

"Two chances??"

"Sure! Share and share alike, right?"

"Shampoo want ask how that works. How can two girls have same husband? Ranma not have two yangs."

"We'd take turns riding the horse, silly! Besides, he's more than man enough to handle both of us!"

"Is woman at moment... but Shampoo know what you mean. If girl-type Ranma have milk, could feed both of us and we never go hungry."

Both bemuscled beauties giggled at this statement, sending breasts to bouncing that, if they were nursing, might have ended world hunger.

Ukyo walked by at that moment, loaded down with several bags of groceries. "What are you two laughing at?" she growled.

"Oh, nothing, nothing," Hulk-chan cooed. "So, Ukyo, what's in the bags?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Ukyo said a little too quickly. "Certainly nothing that'll show the two of you muscle-bound Barbie doll quality-control rejects just who makes the better fiancee! Nothing like that at all! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Spatula Girl need get in shade," Shampoo said. "Sun bake her brains."

"Let's help her out, shall we?" Hulk-chan grinned, and the two girls stood on tiptoe and leaned forward, the bottoms of their titanic racks brushing Ukyo's hair.

"Oh... oh... go back to your gym!" Ukyo huffed, walking away. About twenty steps off, she stopped, turned back, and shouted, "AND PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, YOU GREEN WHORE!"

"Whore, am I?" Hulk-chan grumbled. "And I was going to invite her to try out for the All-Orient Drain Ranma's Balls Dry Team."

"Aiyah??"

"I meant-"

"Shampoo no think she understand even if Hulk-chan explain. But Ukyo got point..." The Juggy-naut, her own awesome assets just barely concealed by her skin-tight armor, poked Hulk-chan's bare nipple. "You no can enter contest without clothes."

"Can't help it," Hulk-chan shrugged. "Happousai stole my bathing suit, remember?"

"Fortunately," a new voice spoke up, "your new clothes just came in." Nabiki pointed to a massive pile of boxes being unloaded from a white delivery truck. "If you'll come along with me, we can see how they fit you."

"Cool!" Hulk-chan grinned, hopping up and down happily. (THUD. THUD. THUD.) "Shampoo, I'll talk to you later- I have to see what sexy stuff Nabiki got me for those pinup shots!"

"Pinup shots?" Shampoo stared, bewildered, at Hulk-chan as she picked up Nabiki and ran back to the Tendo beach house. "Ball Drain Team? Hulk-chan too too weird sometimes." Still, Hulk-chan had given permission for her to continue with the contest, so Shampoo shrugged off the weirdness and continued on her errand for her own special ingredients.

Ranma's taste buds would never know what hit them.

"Oh yeah!" Hulk-chan grinned, looking at her new miniskirt in the mirror. "This skirt shows off my ass so well!"

"More importantly," Nabiki said, "it's a skirt that Akane can wear as well, and that won't come apart when you change back and forth. Same with the top."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask about that," Hulk-chan said, pointing to the laces criss-crossing her tremendous cleavage. "What's with the laces?"

"Those are elastic," Nabiki said. "They can be tightened up by Akane, so that the purple highlights are covered up-" she pointed to the broad bands of color clashing rather brutally with Hulk-chan's green skin- "- and the dress becomes a plain red dress. Then, when Akane turns into you, the pressure of your breasts unwinds the lace without ripping apart the top."

"Oh," Hulk-chan said. "So, there's not a string that I can pull and the thing just falls apart."

"Er, no."

"That's a shame," Hulk-chan said, looking at the other clothes. "Are all of these like that?"

"Similar," Nabiki said. "There's even two Furinkan uniforms in there, with snaps instead of buttons. You can bust out of the snaps without having to replace the buttons, the blue front is Velcroed on, and the skirt shrinks up into a miniskirt."

"Cool," Hulk-chan said distractedly. "So where's the lacy things."

"What lacy things?"

"The hot sexy underwear I'm going to wear when I seduce Ranma!!"

"Oh. Um." Nobody had been willing to make teddies and garters in the sizes and measurements Nabiki had provided, not for less than an astronomical sum per garment. "I'm afraid all I could get is this." She pulled out a small box featuring what appeared, at first glance, to be a purple one-piece swimsuit in Akane's size.

"I don't think it fits," Hulk-chan growled.

"It stretches," Nabiki said. "When Akane transforms, it separates into a super-stretch bra and panties that should keep you modest even if all your other clothes get ripped apart."

"Well, that's no fun," Hulk-chan said. "At least you could have gotten me a cool costume like the Sailor Senshi wear!" Her frown turned to an eager smile as she continued, "When can we make some more photos? I want some lingerie!" She began to strip off her new dress, grinning, "Or maybe Ranma and I could make a video? Just black out our eyes, and nobody will ever know!"

I only wish the thought flitted through Nabiki's head, uselessly. "I need to explain something else," Nabiki added. "You know how you get... er... stronger," and bigger, and bustier, "when you get angry?" Or horny? "Well, if you're going to get into a fight, try to take these clothes off. They will not stretch to cover you if you grow any larger, got it?"

"No prob," Hulk-chan shrugged. "I prefer letting my skin breathe anyway." She searched through the boxes, tossing them hither and yon, searching with ever greater urgency. "Any aprons or anything in this stuff?" she asked.

"Er?"

"I need an apron to practice cooking!" Hulk-chan said. "I'm going to enter the Bikini Chef contest and show my darling Ranma that I'm as good a cook as I am a fuck!" Not finding an apron, she picked up the most modest-looking of the dresses and began squeezing herself into it. "I guess I'll just borrow one from Kasumi. Hope you have a big appetite- I'm going to make a BIG dinner tonight!"

Nabiki tried to imagine how Hulk-chan's enchanced power would interact with Akane's innate talent for ruining food. I wonder if it's too late to run screaming for the hills?

Kasumi removed the welding helmet from her face and looked over her handiwork. Akane's bed had been restored... no, that's too mild a word. It had been transformed. The old, sheared rails, the twisted footrail, even the intact headrail had been replaced by a solid unit of squared, gleaming steel. Strong braces prevented the frame from wobbling even a little. All in all, it was a bed that looked like it should be mounted atop a skyscraper... but this time, Kasumi mused, Akane wouldn't break it.

If I have enough time before we go home, Kasumi thought, I'll sand it down and apply a coat of anti-rust. I wouldn't want the next guests here to find a rusted-out shell of a bed. Satisfied, she wheeled her welding torch downstairs and into the broom closet next to the mop, behind the vacuum cleaner. Only when she closed the closet door did she hear the clattering from the kitchen.

Oh my! Sounds like Akane's trying to cook again. Isn't that sweet? Even though Kasumi approved of Akane's efforts to become a good housewife, Kasumi still approached the kitchen with caution. Akane's cooking could be deadly to those of weak constitution... like, say, Superman.

When she leaned into the kitchen door to peek, she saw not Akane but a towering Hulk-chan, for once fully clad in an outfit that hugged her absurdly broad curves. She had an apron tied on- Kasumi twitched as she recognized it as the ankle-length one she used only on very special occasions- that barely reached past her hips after the huge curving ascent and descent it made to cover her bosom.

"Okay! I've got all the ingredients!" Hulk-chan shouted to nobody in particular. "I've got the book!" Kasumi was shocked to recognize one of her cookbooks on the counter, one of the more precious ones, sent to her by that nice Mrs. Ogg... "Follow the instructions, don't change anything, and nothing can go wrong!" With relief she noted that the ingredients lined up on the counter were for a recipe from the safer cookbook, and not from the other one...

"Three hundred fifty grams of beef, thinly sliced!" Kasumi gaped as Hulk-chan raised the meat cleaver high in a typically Akane gesture... and then gasped with relief and astonishment as Hulk-chan brought it down without the typical Akane shattering of the cutting board. Indeed, the swift cutting of the topside of beef astonished Kasumi, with both its speed and its uniform quality. In no time the beef was sliced, marinated with soy sauce, and placed in the refrigerator.

"Five hundred grams mushrooms, very finely chopped!" Again knives flew, and if the acrobatic tossing of mushrooms into the shower of steel didn't end as neatly as Ranma-chan's similar flashy style, most of the chopped mushroom stayed on the counter, and most of it was chopped to a uniform size if not shape.

"Two cloves garlic, crushed! HULK-CHAN SMASH!" *WHAM.* "I don't know why, but I just LOVE saying that!!"

Satisfied that Hulk-chan was not going to poison the family or destroy her newly rebuilt kitchen (even if the house was a rental, the kitchen was hers), Kasumi stepped in only long enough to say, "Ah, Hulk-chan, that recipe only serves four; you'd better double up the amounts of ingredients."

"Oh? Oh," Hulk-chan said, looking at the instructions. "Is that all right?"

"Quite, I think," Kasumi said. "There's some more beef behind the frozen calimari in the freezer, if you need it." With that Kasumi bowed herself out, sighing a little. Hulk-chan should have picked a different recipe... that one's a bit heavy, but then most foreign dishes are...

Nabiki consulted her limited knowledge of French... "Men's Boots in Mud," she muttered, looking at the dish with a suspicion made the stronger by knowledge only she was privy to... Leave it to Akane to find a recipe using footwear.

"They're not REAL boots! It's beef!" Hulk-chan pouted. (To Kasumi's relief, she had returned the apron without any serious damage.) "Look, think of it as a new sukiyaki recipe, okay?"

With reluctance (and a bed of rice, the indispensable staple of Japanese cuisine), the casserole was dished out, and the first bite was taken. Genma quickly stuffed the rest into his mouth, which meant that it wasn't deadly, but cosidering what else Genma would eat, not much else.

"Er... salty... isn't it?" Soun commented.

"Ah, Hulk-chan, beef stock comes in cans, and is liquid," Kasumi said. "Beef boullion isn't the same; it's rather more concentrated."

"Er, oops," Hulk-chan said, blushing a deeper green.

"The sauce is a bit runny," Nodoka commented. "Did you water it down, Hulk-chan?"

"I believe she used the wrong kind of beer in the recipe," Kasumi said. "The recipie calls for English ale, or stout. Japanese beer is much lighter, a kind of lager, and much more fluid."

"Sorry," Hulk-chan said. "I thought beer was beer."

"Seconds, please," Genma muttered through a full mouth.

All eyes turned to Ranma, who was taking one slow careful bite after another (and slapping away Genma's attempts to sneak bites from his plate). "Well?" Hulk-chan asked hopefully. "What do you think, Ranma?" She leaned over the table, the deep cleavage of her dress facing Ranma-chan like a black hole... except that it failed to gravitationally attract Ranma-chan's gaze, which was locked on her plate.

"I dunno," Ranma-chan said, taking another bite and chewing slowly. After a long moment, she added, "It's nothing like Akane's cooking."

Hulk-chan's hopeful smile disintegrated into a frown. Tears welled up in her eyes, and with a choked sob she fled the living room, the front door slamming so hard the hinges snapped off as she ran.

"Well, way to go, Saotome," Nabiki grumbled, "you really put your foot in it this time."

"What?" Ranma-chan asked innocently. "All I said was it's nothing like Akane's. It's edible, it tastes pretty good, and it doesn't try to eat you back. It's not poisonous, it's not pulsing, and it's not purple. Nothing like Akane's cooking at all."

"Here, why don't I just eat Akane's share?" Genma said. "She's not here, after all. I bet she ate somewhere else."

"Husband get your hand away from that plate or prepare to be called 'Stumpy' henceforth."

"Yes, Nodoka."

"I'll go find her," Nabiki said. "She probably heard Hulk-chan was cooking here and had a hissy fit." The truth is, I need to go explain to Akane about her clothes, and how to adjust them so they don't look like what Hulk-chan was just wearing...

"Happy's here!" a voice shouted from the rafters. Happousai dropped to the floor, a small bag (well, smaller than his usual panty-raid bag) across his back. "Where's Hulk-chan? I want to talk to her!"

Nabiki didn't have to look far at all to find Hulk-chan... or, she noted as the last hints of green vanished from her skin, Akane. The deep-cleavage, thigh-length dress had adjusted itself into a neck-closed, ankle-long dress, but several fasteners remained open and Akane looked down on them in confusion.

"Nabiki," she said in her normal post-transformation weariness, "why is my face wet, and what am I wearing?"

You know, I really need to get some help for this job, Nabiki thought. I'm really getting sick of explaining everything whenever Akane changes back...

The next four days were much of a sameness: each day Akane would encounter something very early on that triggered her change into Hulk-chan, and each day Hulk-chan would practice her cooking until, again each day, Ranma would make some casual mention about Akane being gone so much, which Hulk-chan would interpret the wrong way, losing her confidence and crashing back into Akane just in time for dinner and bed.

By midday Friday, Hulk-chan was entered in the Bikini Chef contest, but still didn't have any idea what single dish she was going to enter. She had to learn the results of her efforts from Nabiki, since after Monday it was always Akane who was at table when Hulk-chan's food was presented. 'Genyooin Klatchian Curry' had been an unmitigated disaster, bad enough that even Hulk-chan could remember it through the fog that separated her from Akane. Primal Soup, while quite delicious to taste, looked like a typical Akane concoction. Her most ambitious effort, Hogswatch Pie, hadn't even been finished before Ranma had mentioned something about making sure there was enough for Akane, with predictable consequences.

Hulk-chan was wearing one of the slinkier of her adjustable outfits, one which in her current form was open in front from collar down to beltline. Unfortunately, she was also wearing that ugly set of stretchable purple underwear, so instead of the acres of breast that should hold Ranma's attention, she sported acres of breast entirely contained in what looked like opaque purple shrink-wrap with an elastic band along the bottom. Blech.

While Kasumi was putting the lunch dishes away, Hulk-chan was thumbing through the other cookbooks, having given up on Gytha Ogg's foreign recipes. She wanted something flashy, yet appealing to the Japanese palate... and, preferably, something that either was very quick to prepare, or which could be prepared in advance, or which would prepare itself while the cook was, for instance, trapped in the body of a crabby, violent, unsexy bitch named Akane Tendo.

No... no... no good... no... Good gods, people eat that? Hulk-chan was running out of cookbooks. The contest was tomorrow. She needed her recipe tonight, before Akane regained control and forced her back down. This would be so much simpler if I could just get rid of her. Changing back and forth without any control is almost as much of a bitch as SHE is.

Hulk-chan reached for the next cookbook, which happened to be the other cookbook by Gytha Ogg in Kasumi's possession... and the much rarer, and more dangerous, one...

Nabiki paced and fretted. Things were happening, things Nabiki couldn't explain quite yet, but which hinted at serious trouble in the near future... centered, of course, on her little sister.

Tuesday. Cause of transformation: woke up to find Ranma with her panties in his hands and her bureau drawer open. Reason: Ranma caught Happousai thieving and was trying to put the stolen garments back.

Wednesday. Cause of transformation: intrusion into morning bath by Happousai, followed immediately by Ranma. Happousai had placed crotchless panties on Ranma-chan while asleep, and Ranma wanted revenge.

Thursday. Cause of transformation: Ranma-kun running naked (yum yummy yum) into Akane while in pursuit of Happousai, who had stolen every stitch of his (or her) clothing.

Friday. Cause of transformation: overheard Ranma-chan arguing with Happousai about how large Ranma-chan's breasts were. Particularly disastrous, as Hulk-chan immediately went to demonstrate that, in her words, 'Hulk-chan is the bustiest one there is.'

Common causes: Ranma, egged on by Happousai.

Odds that Ranma is doing it deliberately: zero. Even if Ranma knew Akane's big green secret, he's not intelligent enough to deliberately arrange for the trigger -and- act that surprised when Hulk-chan shows up.

Odds that Happousai is doing it deliberately: um... call it two to one in favor. It was possible that Happousai was using Akane as a shield, up to today, but arguing in the laundry room, directly under Akane's, serves no purpose... except to annoy Akane.

So either Happousai knows Akane is Hulk-chan and is deliberately triggering her changes, or else Happousai is trying to punish Akane for something she did to him. The problem is, I don't know how Happousai could have learned the secret, and I don't know what Akane might have done to offend the old fart.

And what does Happousai gain from her transformations anyway, if he's doing it on purpose? He's never around when Hulk-chan is anyway, not since she and Shampoo gave him the old squeeze play. It makes no sense...

Oddly enough, there was one thing which made even less sense. Although Akane didn't like losing control to Hulk-chan, once she heard that her opposite half had entered the cooking contest- and that the other fiancees had as well- she had actually approved. If Happousai hadn't triggered the change, Akane might well have looked for a way to do it herself; she was determined that, whatever else happened, Ukyo and Shampoo not win over Ranma's heart through his... her... stomach.

I'm going to America to college next month, Nabiki thought. A month from now and Akane can just deal with all of this herself. It hurts my HEAD.

Happousai hopped into the beach house, smirking to himself. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, his attempts to speak to Hulk-chan alone had been foiled by an angry Ranma-chan. Only today had he avoided being kicked to Hokkaido. Of course, today's circumstances had been most amusing... It's fun to see Ranma-chan flee like that! Almost as much fun as seeing Hulk-chan rub her bare breasts against Ranma's, oh, the beauty of all that cleavage! And I don't think I've ever seen Ranma-chan's nipples that stiff! Hoo hoo hoooo!

But now he had his chance. Ranma-chan was off for the last photo event before the Bikini Chef contest, to work off her frustrations in what would probably be the best demonstration of a Slut Fu kata outside of a nightclub or bordello. Kasumi was just stepping out of the kitchen to allow Hulk-chan to experiment. The adults were underneath the house, working on leveling the pilings to stabilize the house. Nabiki... well, Nabiki could be dealt with, if necessary.

To future generations of Anything-Goes Martial Arts, he thought, I hope you appreciate the great personal sacrifice I am about to make for the Art.

"Hello, Hulk-chan!" he grinned, stepping into the kitchen. "How's the absolute sexiest woman in the world today?"

"Oh, Master Happousai!" Hulk-chan smiled, turning away from the cookbook to face him. "I trust you've learned your lesson about groping women without their permission?"

"Oh, quite, quite," Happousai lied. "I won't lay a finger on a woman again without her permission." He gave her his large soulful eyes routine as he continued, "But you could be kind to an old man with so few pleasures remaining in the world... and give me your panties."

Hulk-chan's smile winked out like a light. "What?"

"Here," Happousai said, rummaging through his backpack, "I'll even... rrrrgh... nnnrrraarrr... uuuuuugh... swap... for them." There. He'd managed to say it. One trembling hand pulled out two very large white lace objects... a bra large enough to contain Hulk-chan's tremendous assets, and a pair of panties to match.

"These are yours..." Happousai couldn't believe he would EVER have said that. "... if you'll only give to me... a pair of your panties..."

"Oh, those are so beautiful," Hulk-chan cooed, staring at the large, lacy, large, delicate, did we say large? bra and panties offered in Happousai's trembling hand. "I bet they would look just perfect on me!" She held the bra over her chest, noting how it perfectly fit the curve of her normally unstoppable bosom. "I bet Ranma's brain would fry if he saw me in this!"

My brain is frying right now! Happousai thought. "P-p-panties..." he gasped.

"Oh, and these!" Hulk-chan snatched the white panties away, noting with approval the high cut and the weave which, when worn, would only hide the minimum span of her sex while revealing everything around it. "I'll have to give myself a trim before I wear these, but once I did... OOOOOH!" She squirmed with delight, sending her clothes sliding in areas Happousai longed to squeeze and rub against.

"But you know what I really need?" Hulk-chan said thoughtfully. "A bikini. Ever since you stole my top the other day, I've been without one, and Nabiki doesn't have any others that can contain me. If you can find me a sexy bikini by tomorrow morning," Hulk-chan smiled, "then I'll give you these very panties I'm wearing right now. I'll even throw in this ugly bra free."

For Happousai, the beauty of the wearer had always been more important than the actual garment itself; now more so than ever. "Gladly!" he gasped. "I'll have them here at seven in the morning! But-" He reached out for the relinquished white undergarments, hoping to have them returned.

"Thanks! You're such a nice old man, you know that?" Hulk-chan smiled. "In the meantime, there's a wonderful recipe in this cookbook that, oddly enough, calls for a nice big bra!" She held the bra up, allowing the cups to hang down like soup-bowls... well, more like punch bowls, to be honest. "With a couple of minor adjustments, it'll be PERFECT to get Ranma ready to make me his! Thank you SO much, Master Happousai!"

Happousai, metaphorically at any rate, dried up and blew away.

My silky darlings... gone... and I have to get MORE...

Oh, what I must endure for ultimate power...

"Why do you continue to wear such heavy clothes in summertime, Akane?" Soun asked. "You should cool off while you can."

"Not to mention show a bit of leg for my ungrateful son," Genma added.

"I ripped my swimsuit the first day," Akane muttered, and it was the truth, although she wasn't going to say exactly how it had been ripped. "I've been spending most of my days in town shopping. Haven't found anything I like yet."

The others appeared to accept that, and Akane returned to picking at her food. She wasn't really hungry... well, her stomach felt absolutely hollow, to be honest, but she had no appetite. She felt so drained after every transformation back from Hulk-chan, as if Hulk-chan used up all her energy and left her with all of Hulk-chan's built-up fatigue.

Well, there was that one time, when I changed to Hulk-chan in my sleep, Akane thought. That time, when I changed back, I felt great. Akane tapped her chopsticks against her chin thoughtfully. In fact, I felt better than I ever felt before... that is, except for during the transformation itself.

Was it because I couldn't feel the transformation taking hold when I was asleep? All the pleasure was held over for afterwards? Akane shook her head just a little. No, that makes no sense. I just wish I could make it happen again, at least.

No, what I really wish is that I could get rid of Hulk-chan for good. Dad's right, these transformation-proof clothes are HOT. Three layers in some places where they overlap or accordion up. And the underwear... Akane resisted the urge to adjust the waistband of her panties. Loose everywhere, plain, and probably the ugliest shade of purple imaginable. If it wasn't for Hulk-chan, I'd give them to Happousai with my blessings.

"Thank you for a delicious dinner, Kasumi," Akane bowed to her older sister. "May I be excused?"

"Why, certainly, Akane," Kasumi smiled. "And be sure to get plenty of rest. You've had such a trying week."

Now what is that supposed to mean? Akane thought as she left the others, still stuffing themselves with seconds and thirds, and trudged up to her bedroom. The stairwell, for once, didn't lurch under her weight; apparently the parents had fixed it while Hulk-chan had been in control. Now if the room would quit tipping back and forth on her...

A note lay waiting on her bed when Akane entered her room. To her shock Akane recognized her own handwriting... well, close, her handwriting written twice as large as usual. I need the body no later than 6:55 in the morning for the contest. Wish me luck in the contest! - Hulk-chan!

"She even added a heart on the end," Akane grumbled, crumpling the note in her hands. They say it's a bad sign if you talk to yourself. I wonder what writing yourself notes means?

Whatever it meant, it galled Akane that Hulk-chan was making demands about use of her body. It's my body, she growled mentally, she's an uninvited guest... but I really, really don't want Shampoo or Ukyo to win tomorrow... and the only person who can beat them in the bikini category is Hulk-chan.

And let's be honest, in the other two categories I'm hopeless. Hulk-chan... well, her stews don't produce Sarin gas instead of steam. So... just this once... I'll let Hulk-chan have her way. But if she thinks I'm going to make this a habit, she's out of her mind.

Now... how do I transform on purpose? she thought as she crawled into bed and turned off the light.

"Kasumi, that was wonderful," Genma smiled. "Quite possibly your best meal ever."

"Why, thank you, Uncle Genma," Kasumi said. "I'm so glad you enjoyed it!"

"So, what's for desert?" Soun asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Father," Kasumi said, looking a little embarrassed, "but somebody's eaten it all already. Hulk-chan made it."

"Someone... ate it all?" Soun glared at Genma with deadly intent. "SAOTOME!!!"

"It wasn't me!!" Genma said, waving his hands.

Nodoka sipped her tea and said quietly, "I'm afraid I helped myself earlier, husband. My apologies, but that pink gelatin and vanilla ice cream seemed too good to pass up." She blushed a bit, loosening up her kimono... loosening it up rather a lot. "I can't believe how warm it is in here today."

Soun Tendo stared at Nodoka as she pulled her kimono open enough for him to see the hollow of her collarbone. Pale, flawless skin beckoned to his eyes... and was that the curve of a breast there, where she was fanning herself with her robes?

"Husband," Nodoka said huskily, "have I ever told you just how... manly... you are?"

"Oh my," Kasumi gasped, "I think Hulk-chan might have used a recipe from The Joye of Snacks. Poor Tofu never recovered from that batch of Chocolate Delight I sent him..."

Genma stared at the hungry look in Nodoka's eyes, and as she leaned across the table towards him, he began contemplating escape routes...

To Akane's distinct irritation, the shrieks and moans from the Saotome's bedroom downstairs didn't end until two in the morning. (The actual sex went on until four, but Genma became too hoarse to make a sound long before Nodoka let him collapse.)

This left Akane two and a half hours of actual sound sleep before the alarm clock went off at 6:30 AM... nowhere near enough time for dreams, much less the kind of dream that would result in her big green alter ego. No erotic dreams, no nightmares, nothing. Even the annoying sound of the alarm wasn't enough to generate the anger needed to trigger the change.

I still don't know how I'm going to change, Akane thought. How is Hulk-chan going to get to the contest if I don't change? I don't want Shampoo or Ukyo to win...

Okay, let's take it from the top. I change when I get angry, afraid, or hor... very aroused, Akane thought with a blush. Can I get angry enough to change? She tried thinking of Shampoo and/or Ukyo running off into the sunset with Ranma, hand in hand... but that didn't make her angry, only depressed. Wrong direction. Maybe I could wait for Ranma to say something stupid? . . . no, with my luck, he'd be nice to me.

Okay, how about fear? I could go to that cliff and jump off... Akane actually considered that seriously for a few moments. And if it doesn't work, and I drown before I change, what then? Or if I don't get as lucky as last time and hit the rocks instead? No. Bad idea. No biscuit.

Well, that just leaves... sex... Slowly Akane removed her nightshirt and panties, facing herself, nude, in the bureau mirror. Of course, it doesn't help that I don't feel the least bit sexy. She looked at her pear-like hips, the flat, unshapely hardness of her butt (well, to her eyes it was unshapely- her male classmates had a different opinion). Her eyes especially focused on the classic symbols of femininity, her breasts; not flat, per se, a little to the full side of a B cup... but perky and dangly, nothing like... well, nothing like Ranma-chan's.

I wish I had Ranma-chan's body, Akane thought, lying back on the bed atop her rumpled covers. It must be so easy to... get aroused... when you look that good. She tried toying with her breasts, but her hands shied away, and she couldn't even bring herself to think of stroking her crotch. If I don't want to touch myself, why should anybody else?

Why, I bet Ranma would love to get it on with Shampoo... well, maybe not Shampoo, especially not now that's she's so huge... but Ukyo... Akane imagined Ranma holding Ukyo in his arms, the two kissing passionately as Ukyo pulled Ranma's shirt off of his bulging shoulders, pulling it down arms rippling with muscle. Yeah, he'd probably love to get it on with Ukyo.

Akane lay back on the bed, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling as her mind wandered. She saw, in her mind's eye, Ranma ripping the bindings from Ukyo's breasts, allowing her peaks to rise free of their restraints. Despite years of compression, in Akane's imagination those tits rose and filled, full and firm, each a generous handful that Ranma, his kisses growing more hungry and agressive, quickly filled his hands with.

Ukyo moaned and squirmed as her breasts got mashed and squeezed in Ranma's strong fingers, her cries growing louder as Ranma kissed his way down her neck. As his lips reached the hollow between those ripe grapefruit on Ukyo's chest, his hands migrated southwards, pulling down Ukyo's pants to reveal her neatly shaved sex and juicy cunny.

Oh... Ranma, you bastard... you should be sucking MY tits... Akane barely noticed her own nipples beginning to rise, her mind focused on the imaginary pair feeling each other up. She could see Ukyo's hands rubbing Ranma's hard, rippling back as Ranma took one of the cook's nipples in his mouth and sucked hungrily, his cheeks puffing in and out as his lips moved against Ukyo's titflesh. Ukyo responded by grinding her hips against Ranma's hands, gasping as one of Ranma's fingers slid its way up between her legs.

Ukyo fell back onto a bed, cooing incoherently as Ranma released her tit and began kissing his way down her belly. Her fingers tangled themselves into Ranma's hair as the beefy young man licked her pelvis, nuzzling his way between her curvaceous legs. In no time at all he was lapping at her mound, slurping up what had to be a flood of honey if Ukyo's twitching and squirming was anything to judge by.

Hmmm... go get 'er, Ranma, make her cum GOOD... huh? Akane only then noticed, for the first time, how horny her jealous imagination had made her. She reached up and caressed her stiff teats gently groaning loudly at the contact, noting with surprise their unusual stiffness... and size. She sat up, Indian-style, to look at herself in the mirror, and there, above breasts noticably larger than she'd had before, under hair already beginning to kink and curl, was a pair of glowing green eyes.

I'm doing it! Akane thought, groaning as she pinched those stiff nipples, her hips rocking as jolts of pleasure ran through her body, sending such wonderful warmth pounding through her veins. For a moment she hesitated, not trusting the wonderful feelings flushing through her skin, and then she groped herself all the more fiercely. Can't back out now... need Hulk-chan... to enter the contest... oh the hell with Hulk-chan, I need to CUM! she thought as her heart hammered in her chest, the sound of its pounding filling her ears.

Sweat poured from Akane's body as she stroked and rubbed her breasts with both hands, groaning with delight at the wonderful heat radiating from her naked body. Her heart raced as she looked across the room into the mirror, saw the green glow in her eyes, knew that she was changing... and didn't care. She no longer thought about Hulk-chan, or the Bikini Chef contest, or anything other than the pleasure flooding her from her toes to her fingertips.

Akane hummed as she felt the mounds under her palms begin to swell against her hands, growing slowly larger with every stroke. The stiff nubs atop her rising boobs grew harder and harder, resisting her efforts to bend and flatten them with her gropes. She could feel them, like hard thumbs butting against her palms, pushing up as the rest of her tits pushed outward with every swell of fire through her veins.

Akane rose to her knees, spreading them wide and staring down at the swelling thighs surrounding her swelling labial folds. Her legs were growing slowly longer, forcing the sheets under her to shift as bone and tendon grew longer, as her muscles built and bulged from smooth, somewhat ordinary limbs into ridges and lines of power.

Yes... so good... so wonderful... As Akane pushed her swelling jugs together to form an already generous cleavage, she noticed the lumps of muscle rising from each arm, sliding back and forth as her hands squeezed and kneaded her firm titties. Those humps grew with every passing moment, slowly growing as her arms lengthened, her hands grew more shapely, her fingers more slender yet strong.

The heat of the change felt like a flame surrounding Akane, every inch of her burning with wave after wave of desire. Oh, Ranma, I need you IN me... so bad... One of Akane's hands left her inflating bust and slid down her hardening belly, sliding along the sensitive skin already shaping itself over hardened abs, to her sticky crotch. With a shudder she carefully slipped a finger between her nether lips, gasping as her pussy clenched at the digit, her inner muscles pulling at it, trying to draw it in deeper.

Akane stuck both hands between her legs, stuffing three fingers of one into her quim while she used the other to frig off her hard, swollen clitty. With every pump of her pussy she could feel herself growing stronger. Every muscle seemed to flex itself over and over, again and again, growing hotter, stronger, more powerful. Her ass clenched again and again, the muscles building and hardening her behind into a wonderfully full, round rump. Even her inner walls kept flexing in time with the delicious feelings shooting up and down her spine.

The huge breasts billowing from her broad, powerful torso slid forward to overlap Akane's forearms, the huge, heavy volleyballs beginning to take on a distinct green tinge. The rest of her skin was changing to match, the beads of perspiration running along the ripples of her muscular definition gleaming green in the light of Akane's lamp. Even her hair, now growing past her shoulders, had taken on green highlights among its unruly waves.

Akane frigged herself faster and faster, imagining Ranma's huge, thick dork plunging deeper and deeper into her soaking cunt. Oh yes, Ranma, I want you to FUCK me, I want you so bad I can't believe it, HARDER! HARDER, RANMA! Her muscles tightened as they grew ever larger, ever stronger, her body tensing up for a release of incredible proportions.

Hips rocking, boobs jiggling, Akane raced towards her finish, stuffing as much of her hand as she could into her pussy, shuddering as the sheets ripped under her knees. She used the other to bring one nipple to her lips, sucking hard, groaning as her free breast slapped against her forearm with every rock of her pelvis, the firm, spherical jug wobbling in counterpoint to the twitching of her full, perfect ass-cheeks.

Finally, with surprising suddenness, Akane shuddered her way over the peak, the tension and heat of the change erupting into a final blast of pleasure so intense that she fell over backwards onto the bed. Only her huge breast muffled the screams of joy as one orgasmic wave after another slammed through her like freight cars in a train wreck. Juices soaked her hand as her pussy convulsed around her fingers with every spasm of her abdominal muscles.

Finally, the orgasm ran its course, and the 2.3 meter tall form of Hulk-chan lay on the bed, gasping for breath... That... was... so... GOOD... I can't believe how good...

I.

(Pronoun, first person, singular, referring to oneself in the subjective form.)

I'm Akane. I'm not Hulk-chan.

Akane sat up, looking down at acre upon acre of titanic might in a voluptuous green wrapper. This is Hulk-chan's body, isn't it? Why didn't she take over? She looked at her hands, large, powerful, yet unmistakably feminine. She looked at the vast expanse of her bosom, pushed together by her forearms into cleavage beyond belief. In the mirror on her dresser she could see her stiff, thick nipples, the rippling of her abs as she got to her feet, the naturally slinky way she walked as she stepped towards the bureau.

I... have control... over Hulk-chan's body, Akane thought. This is SO COOL! She flexed an arm, watching the muscle rise into a bicep Everest. I could beat that idiot Ranma any day of the week, now! She went into a basic kata, throwing punches into the air with blinding speed and force, rattling the window with the displaced air.

I've never felt so strong in my life! Even when I had the Battle Dogi on! I can beat ANYBODY now!

. . .

... except at cooking. Oh, CRAP.

Akane's sudden joy turned to resentment. The one time I decide to let you have your way on purpose, Hulk-chan, and you run out on me when I really need you. Now what the hell am I-

The window slid open a crack. "Hello? Anyone- oh, Hulk-chan!" Happousai threw the window completely open and hopped inside.

Akane, still being in full possession of her mental faculties, reacted as she normally would; she shrieked in terror, grabbed the covers, and wrapped them as best she could around her frame. "What do you think you're DOING?" she gasped.

"It's seven AM," Happousai said, sounding hurt. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten our deal..."

"Deal?" Hulk-chan makes deals with Happousai?

"The swimsuit?" Happousai held up what appeared to be a middle-sized wad of red yarn.

"Oh, the DEAL," Akane said, taking the yarn from Happousai and untangling it into... well... This is his idea of a swimsuit? This isn't a swimsuit, this is floss. I can't be seen like...

But Hulk-chan goes out like this all the time... or completely naked... Akane let the sheets drop from her otherwise naked body and worked herself into the stringiest of all string bikinis ever devised. The bottoms did have a little fabric, just a little... just barely enough. The top had none whatsoever, only two triangles of tight yarn mesh that, truth be told, didn't hide her nipples at all.

This is obscene. "It's so cute!!" she forced herself to say, smiling with grit teeth and allowing a little hop that sent the barely-contained bosom bobbling. "How sweet of you to find this for me! You're such a marvel, you old- master Happousai!"

Happousai, far from looking pleased, seemed ready to have a coronary. "And now... the panties... like you promised?"

Hulk-chan promised Happousai her panties? "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot! You know, you really shouldn't startle a girl in her bedroom like that. Use the door from now on, okay?"

"Certainly, lovely Hulk-chan," Happousai nodded. "The panties, please?"

Well, if I'm supposed to be Hulk-chan, I'd better give him what he wants, Akane thought. And I know just what to give, too. Those ugly purple stretch panties and that bra; those he can have. I'll just ask Nabiki to find a set in a better color... and cut... and style...

"Sure you can have my panties, Master Happousai!" Akane said. She stepped over to where she'd dropped her clothes from the previous day, picking out the elastic underwear she hated so much. (In the process, she flashed her- er, Hulk-chan's- big, round ass at Happousai, quite without thinking; if Akane had thought about it, she would have been much more careful.)

The sight of those twin, tight hemispheres of green flesh, framing a mound just barely covered by the red fabric of that new string bikini, almost caused Happousai to lose control. He hopped on the tips of his toes towards Akane, approaching her slowly, his hands already reaching up to give that wonderous tush the goose of a lifetime...

Too soon Akane spun around, holding in her hands two bits of purple cloth. "Here! You can have the bra too! You did such a good job!!"

Happousai took the undergarments in his trembling hands; as he did so, a charge passed through Akane's Hulkified form, running down her hands and through the bra and panties into Happousai. "YES!" the old master shouted, snatching away the undergarments and bounding onto the dresser. "It works! The Anything Goes Ultimate Chi Suction WORKS?"

Akane leaned on the bed, feeling a bit dizzy. "Ultimate Chi Suction?"

"Yes, Hulk-chan... or should I say Akane?" Happousai sneered. "When a person gives an Anything Goes master their underwear of their own free will, not only can the master drain the latent chi in the underwear... but he can use it as a conduit to drain the battle aura entirely from the victim! And KEEP draining it for as long as he likes!" With that triumphant shout Happousai buried his face in the purple panties and bra and breathed deeply, absorbing vast amounts of chi into his withered body.

Akane groaned as she felt a wave of weakness wash through her. She could feel her strength ebbing, draining away into Happousai. Her magnificent green muscles began to shrink, the emerald tones fading along with her power. Breasts began shrinking back from their immense grandeur, retreating towards her chest centimeters at a time. Arms and legs shrank, bones retracting, tendons relaxing despite her efforts to fight the drain.

"Happousai... how COULD you..." Anger welled up within Akane despite the devastating weakness of the chi drain. With the anger came the familiar fog, the disorientation she had learned to associate with the transformation... but this time it worked in reverse, and instead of gaining control as she grew weaker, Akane was losing it, losing her mind to a boiling, impotent RAGE.

"Oh, yes, get angry! Your anger only makes me stronger!!" For his part, although Akane's body was rapidly shrinking back down to its normal proportions, Happousai remained outwardly unchanged by the fresh chi flowing through him. "Hmm, it seems my draining you is restoring you to normal," Happousai sighed. "Well, it's regrettable that I'll never see Hulk-chan's glorious curves again... but those are the breaks!" He took another deep breath, sucking up more gamma-powered chi, and added, "Besides, with your power, now nobody can stop me from having all the fun I want with beautiful ladies!"

The figure now lying across the bed could barely hear him. The string bikini had slid down her hips long before, no longer supported by narrowing hips and flattening rear. The top lay loose off her shoulders, her pale, shrinking breasts no longer adequate to hold it in place. Naked, she groaned as the last of her cursed strength left her body, as her hair returned to its normal short, black form, as Akane Tendo's ordinary body lay limply, head hidden by her arms, against the covers.

"There we go," Happousai smiled, sliding the purple underwear into his black gi, "that should be every drop of your power sucked up. You should thank me, you know- so long as I have these panties, you'll never have to worry about Hulk-chan ever again!" Straightening his clothes, he grinned and added, "Now to go check out all those beauties at the Bikini Chef contest!" Gleefully laughing, Happousai hopped out the window, jumping much higher than usual, vanishing with a final, "SWEET-O!"

Akane's head lifted itself from the bed... and burning in her face, reddened by tears, were Hulk-chan's vivid green eyes.

Happousai, you BASTARD, Hulk-chan thought, for locking me in Akane's puny body, THERE CAN BE NO FORGIVENESS!

Nabiki yawned as she pulled herself out of bed. She couldn't complain; she'd had an interesting erotic dream where Ranma had quite thoroughly nailed her on a bed of hundred-thousand-yen bills. She'd awakened to a pleasant stickiness which would, unfortunately, require an early bath to clean away... but, considering the entertainment value of the dream, that was a small price to pay.

I wonder how many billion yen was in that bed... Nabiki stretched, then placed the loose top of her nightgown over her breasts and selected a robe for after her bath. I hope I catch Ranma-chan before she leaves for Bikini Chef. Her little brain will fry when she sees me in this number. She rocked her hips experimentally, the see-through panties rippling across her butt, and nodded with satisfaction.

Unfortunately, she stepped out directly in front of an oncoming Akane, bare as the day she was born, and the two fell in a tangle at the head of the stairs.

"OW! Akane!!" Nabiki grabbed Akane's wrist and tried to pull herself up, or hold Akane down, whichever. "What do you think you're doing?"

Akane glared back at Nabiki. "Try again," she said, burning green eyes staring down at her older sister.

Green?? "C'mon, quick," Nabiki muttered, getting to her feet, not letting go of Akane's arm. "We've got to get you out of sight before you change!!"

"Too late," Akane said... and only then did it register that the voice wasn't quite Akane's... but deeper, more earthy...

"HULK-CHAN??"

"Correct," Aka- um, Hulk-chan said. "Now get out of my way so I can catch Happousai and teach him a lesson."

"But Akan- um, Hulk-chan," Nabiki gasped, "what are you doing in Akane's body? Where are the muscles, where's the green, where's the boobs?"

"Happousai tricked us," Hulk-chan said, "me and Akane both. He used some kinda draining technique that first put Akane in my body, then stole my strength and left me in control in Akane's body." She rubbed her head, trying to think. "He said it was something to do with giving him my underwear."

"You gave him your underwear? And it did this??" Oh crap, I gave the old pervert a set of MY underwear!

"Yeah. I've gotta get him to reverse it before Bikini Chef begins... and he's already on his way there!" Hulk-chan's green eyes gazed desperately out of Akane's horrified face. "I can't let the other girls beat me out for Ranma!"

"Calm down, calm down," Nabiki said. "Why on Earth did you give him your underwear in the first place?"

"It was a swap," Hulk-chan said. "He gave me some lacy underwear and was going to give me a bikini." She held up a wad of yarn which, Nabiki decided, must be the bikini. "He delivered, and Akane honored the deal, and... poof."

"Happousai gave you a set of underwear?" Nabiki asked.

"YES!!" Hulk-chan cried. "Is that important? Now MOVE!"

"It IS important," Nabiki grinned, "if we can do to him what he did to you."

Hulk-chan boggled. "You mean... he... and I... and he..."

"Get dressed," Nabiki said. "Neither of us wants Akane to be seen running around naked. Then get the underwear the old fart gave you. We're going to the Nekohanten tent. We need Cologne's help with this..."

Cologne puttered around the Nekohanten's food cart, straightening up the portable stools and folding tables for what she anticipated would be a light day of work. Everyone will be at the Beach Festival, especially that Bikini Chef contest, she thought. Just as well, since Shampoo is entered in the contest, and it's not time yet to let Mousse out of his cage.

Two young women ran, breathless, under the canopy of the Nekohanten's tent. Cologne recognized them immediately as Nabiki and Akane, the former wearing only a tank top and shorts, the latter, struggling to adjust what appeared to be a full business suit, with gathered cuffs at wrists and ankles. "I hate... this body..." Akane said in an unusually husky voice made all the rougher by her gasps for breath. "Damn you, Happousai..."

"Good morning, ladies," Cologne said. "I certainly didn't expect to see you here today. What may I do for you?"

"We need to talk," Nabiki said, recovering her composure as much as she could. "We need your help with something urgent..."

Cologne looked into the eyes of the two girls, noting the green color of Akane's, and nodded. "One moment." She dropped behind the counter and administered a precise application of oaken anaesthetic to Mousse's currently feathered head. "There," she said, hopping back to the top, "now you were about to tell me that Akane is Hulk-chan, correct?"

Nabiki wasn't able to stop her jaw from dropping. "How did you know??" she wanted to ask, but Akane's voice beat her to the punch.

"Wrong," the youngest Tendo said. "Hulk-chan is currently Akane, courtesy of that weaselly, conniving, body-stealing Happousai."

Cologne blinked, but that was all the surprise she allowed herself. "So you are not about to assume your more potent form, then?" she asked quietly.

"I wish," Hulk-chan's voice replied from Akane's lips. "I'm currently as changed as I'm going to get." She quickly told Cologne the same story that she had told Nabiki, presenting the bikini and white lace underwear as evidence.

When Nabiki offered her proposal to turn the tables on Happousai, Cologne shook her head slowly. "I'm afraid it doesn't work that easily," Cologne said. "First, Happousai knows how to prevent his clothing from absorbing latent chi. Second, clothing only absorbs chi if you wear it or keep it next to your skin. These garments wouldn't have a trace of Happy anywhere in them, much less a link."

Nabiki slumped. "So, because Hulk-chan-"

"Akane," Hulk-chan growled.

"Whoever," Nabiki sighed. This is getting really confusing. "Because she willingly gave Happousai her underwear, he can drain her of her strength, but she can't drain Happousai's strength through the underwear he gave her?"

"No," Cologne smiled, "but Happousai doesn't understand the true nature of the technique he's using."

"What?"

"There's no such thing as a chi conduit that works only one way," Cologne said. "Even vampires can be induced to yield back the chi they steal, and Happousai, for all his faults, is no vampire." She tossed the lace and yarn garments back to Hulk-chan as she added, "And since the clothing he provided in exchange for that underwear does not fit the intended wearer, I think the deal is off, yes?"

Nabiki nodded. "You could make that argument in court, but..."

"You can make that argument with chi magic, too," Cologne said. "Simply take back the garment and declare the deal off, and Hulk-chan's strength will be restored."

"That could be difficult," Nabiki grumbled. "How are we going to get the stuff back from Happousai when he's got all of Hulk-chan's power?"

"An interesting question," Cologne nodded, "but one which must be answered in practice." She hopped off of the food cart's counter and pulled down the sides of the tent, hanging a CLOSED sign on one support pole. "Doubtless Happousai is headed for the highest concentration of shapely young women on the beach..."

"Bikini Chef," Hulk-chan grumbled, smacking Akane's fist into an open palm. "We've got to do this quick so I can get my body back before the contest begins."

Surrounded by portable bleachers, a special dais had been built against a sand dune for the Bikini Chef contest. On one side of the dais, over thirty contestants were making the final preparations to their dishes, wearing an array of the skimpiest swimwear allowed by prefectural law. On the other end, seated on a tall stool behind a long, currently empty table, a single beauty sat and sulked, wearing possibly the most uncomfortable swimsuit short of 19th century deep-sea diving gear.

Ranma-chan looked down at her brand-new, special Beach Festival Princess swimsuit and grumbled. Unlike the blue bikini she had worn for most of her appearances, the rigid, constraining one-piece barely allowed for movement at all, much less for the practice of the Slut Fu kata she'd almost finished developing. Oh, the thing squeezed her bust into possibly the most eye-popping display of cleavage possible even for her naturally generos bosom, and it showed off her butt quite well... but the chest barely allowed her to breathe, the transparent ankle-length skirts tangled her legs, and the hard material that encased her from nipple to crotch didn't even allow her to turn sideways, much less pose.

Maybe I shoulda listened when they told me ta tone it down, Ranma-chan thought. This is their revenge for me bein' what they wanted; a whore for their beach festival. I hate this.

Ranma-chan longed for some hot water... check that, she longed for someone to unzip her, and then some hot water. The swimsuit would probably work like Chardin's corset if she got splashed, dammit. If it weren't for Genma, Soun and Nodoka sitting in the front row of the gallery- Nodoka with her katana bundled up on her back- Ranma-chan would have stayed in bed and let someone else have the dubious joy of tasting a bunch of strange dishes.

To make things truly pointless, all the bikini-clad contestants were on one side of a large partition, and Ranma-chan on the other; Ranma wouldn't be allowed to see any of the contestants through the entire judging. The one thing that might have brightened the day for her was, of course, denied to her.

Well, I hope the food is good, at least, she sighed. Otherwise it's shaping up to be a really shi-

"SWEETO!"

Ranma-chan gaped as an entire row of bleachers, complete with spectators, went flying into the surf. Where it had stood only moments before, there was only a short figure clad in black... Happousai. I should have known he'd show up.

"How sweet of you young women to provide such a feast for me!" the old pervert shouted. "But allow me to sample your natural beauty before I fill my empty stomach! HOT-CHA!" The old fart jumped higher and faster than Ranma had ever seen him move, arms spread, headed straight for the girls, unseen, on the other side of the partition...

Ukyo had finished her special dish for the contest before coming- American Style Okonomiyaki (And If You Call It Pizza I'll Break Your Arm)- before coming to the contest. She'd expected that the contest, being run by men, wouldn't have anything like proper cooking facilities on-site, and she'd been right. The preparation area had only one-third the space needed for the contestants, with less than half the equipment needed for any one cook to make anything worthwhile, much less thirty-plus cooks.

She hadn't expected Happousai, but she wasn't really surprised either. No, with Ran-chan as a judge, Happousai known to be in the area, and a large number of nearly naked young women gathered in one place, Ukyo thought she really should have expected it. She was furious, embarrassed, and a little afraid, but definitely not surprised.

Ukyo reached under the preparation table and pulled out her battle spatula. It was bad enough that there were not one, but TWO giant huge-breasted women competing with her for Ran-chan's affections. It was irritating, but tolerable, that Happousai had stripped her in the middle of lunch rush. She hadn't even complained when Overstreet had taken a fanfic chapter which was supposed to focus on her cooking and barely even mentioned her in it, although that was an insult almost beyond words.

But for Happousai to ruin the moment she'd been working towards all week... the chance to reign supreme over all attractive female chefs, and incidentally to score matrimonial points with Ranma... well, that tore it.

Adjusting the straps of her monokini slightly, she leapt off of the dais and charged to the attack. "HAPPOUSAI, PREPARE TO DIE!!"

Ukyo also hated it that, just as her dramatic battle scene was about to begin, Overstreet cut away to something else. Somebody was going to PAY...

"HAPPOUSAI, PREPARE TO DIE!!"

"Happousai ruin contest! YOU I KILL!"

Ranma-chan heard the voices through the partition and jumped off of her stool. They can't beat Happousai by themselves! I'm gonna-

"Where do you think you're going, young lady?"

Ranma-chan found her path blocked by possibly the largest matroness she'd ever seen, decked out in a dress of white and red... well, Ranma called it a dress only because he didn't know the word 'mu-mu.' If he had known the word, he probably would have added a third moo, because two didn't do justice to the sheer volume of the woman.

Instead, she thought, Who is this, a vanilla sundae with legs? "I'm gonna help beat that old coot!" she said.

"Oh, but you can't leave," the woman said, good-naturedly (but irresistably) guiding Ranma-chan back to her stool. "We can't let a little thing like a pervert stop our Festival! We'll just speed things up a bit, is all!"

"But I-"

"Now you just sit there," the woman said, shoving Ranma-chan back on the stool, "and we'll bring you the dishes just as soon as the presentation judge is done with them! We'll hurry things along, don't worry!"

Ranma-chan considered evading the huge woman and jumping into the fight anyway- she could get around her easily, even if it was a long walk. Then she saw Nodoka toying with the ties of the covering of her katana, and Ranma-chan settled down resentfully on the stool. Stupid grownups. Stupid contest. Stupid fiancees. Stupid pervert.

Ukyo stared in horror as Happousai tied a knot in her battle spatula, not showing any apparent effort in the process. "There," the old master nodded, "that takes care of that little annoyance. Now maybe I can get on with my early lunch!" He tossed the heavy metal skyward with a flick of the wrist, sending it almost out of sight before it arced downward to splash into the surf miles offshore.

"I'm not beaten yet!" Ukyo growled, putting her hands up in a standard bare-handed fighting stance. She hadn't had much practice in kempo, but she didn't dare give up now, not when defeat probably meant disrobement as well. "I'm not going to let you wreck the dreams of innocent girls!"

"Who wants to wreck dreams?" Happousai asked, looking hurt. "I only want to fulfill mine... to possess all the intimate garments of every pretty woman on Earth!!" With a cry of "SWEET-O!" Happousai leaped for the front of Ukyo's swimsuit- only to fly sideways as a massive fist knocked him away from his intended destination.

"Wicked old pervert leave us alone!" Shampoo shouted. The Juggy-naut had modified her normally skimpy battle armor into something even more so- nothing left but the armbands, a bikini bottom, and two earth-red patches covering the fronts of her breasts, but leaving the sides bare. As a result, every motion the massive Amazon warrior made sent her chest to wobbling and jiggling as much as if she wore no top at all... a fact which Happousai noted with glee as he landed, apparently unharmed, on the hard-packed sand of the contest area.

"Oh! Shampoo, you wore such a lovely swimsuit just for me? How KIND of you!" Happousai made another leap, this time at Shampoo, and to her shock her effort to swat the old man down almost resulted in a broken arm as he plowed through to land atop one immense boob.

"Aiyah!" Shampoo groaned, wincing as she flexed her hand and wrist. "When Old Pervert get so strong?"

"The old fart bent my spatula into a pretzel!" Ukyo said.

"Nothing but clean living!" Happousai chortled. "And speaking of clean, let me see if you've washed between your breasts!" Shampoo shrieked as Happousai wriggled between her boobs, grabbing a leg and slinging him off of her chest...

... or trying to, as, impossibly, Happousai grabbed Shampoo's wrist, pivoted, and THREW the Juggy-naut over his head and headlong into a sand dune. "Now, really, was that a nice thing to do to an old man?" Happousai pouted.

Shampoo pulled her head out of the sand and tried to shake the grit out of her hair. "Spatula Girl go back to contest," she said. "Leave fight to Shampoo!"

"I can't leave now!" Ukyo shouted. "Someone has to defend the other girls against-"

"Number seven," the loudspeakers called from the dais, "Kunoji Ukyo."

"Coming!" Ukyo shouted, running back at high speed to the dais.

"Shampoo number eleven," Shampoo said. "So Shampoo finish you up quick before I called." With a battle-cry Shampoo charged forward, arm cocked to deliver a massive blow to the tiny black-clad target standing, most unconcernedly, on the sand, lighting his pipe.

The fist came forward.

The pipe slid under the fist, knocking it up with ease.

Shampoo's eyes widened as she felt her blow deflected, then widened still further as she felt three handprints- here, here and there- relieve her of the components of her bikini/armor before a final shove on one massive butt-cheek sent her flying through the air into the surf.

Shampoo-neko splashed her way out of the water, shaking the excess out of her fur as soon as she reached dry sand. She wished fervently for some hot water so she could have another shot at the little man laughing his ass off at her and smelling her undies. Still, kitten or not, she still had the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, and with them, whatever shape she was, she was still a Juggy-naut. Nothing stops the Juggy-naut!

Shampoo-neko broke into a run, paws hissing through the sand, aiming herself directly at Happousai. Happousai kept rubbing his face in his newfound treasures until about a second before impact, when he looked up just in time to see the kitten, moving at full speed, lower her head like a tiny, purple and white, hornless angry bull.

The armor/panties and pasties fell from his hands.

*WHAM.*

Happousai soared out of sight back down the beach. Satisfied, Shampoo was about to trot back to the contest (and, hopefully, some hot water) when she saw Cologne, hot water kettle in hand. (Thank goodness!)

Ranma-chan sulked on her stool on the Bikini Chef stage, feeling even more like a fool with the hear-nothing headphones on her head. Apparently they were being so thorough about screening her away from the contestants that they didn't even want her to hear the names being called out. Like I don't already know Shampoo, Ukyo and Hulk-chan are in the contest? she thought.

At least the food was coming around to be judged, although even that wasn't much of a help. The dish would be waved in front of his face for a few seconds before a tiny, tiny bit was served up for her to taste. As soon as he assigned a number score to the single mouthful, the plate was whisked away to some display area where photos would be taken, and then the audience would be allowed to eat the rest of it.

Bet the girls weren't expecting that I wouldn't get to eat hardly any of their cookin', Ranma-chan thought in a moment of dark humor. Dish Number Seven, for instance, was obviously Ukyo's; it was flattish, round, and had "I'll Cook For You Everyday" written on it in sauce. That'll look good in the public display.

Of course, the dish itself looked pretty weird itself. It was some kind of okonomiyaki, except the sauce was the wrong color- a bright red, with chunks of ground beef and beans in- there were whole sausages of some kind- hot dogs? She put hot dogs on an okonomiyaki?- arranged around like spokes on a wheel, and some sort of whitish goop, looking sort of like icing, piled around the rim. In the center, for some inexplicable reason, was a pair of American-style fried chicken drumsticks, standing up like some sort of bizarre centerpiece.

The huge matron took a tiny bit out of one edge, trying to get a little of every ingredient except the drumsticks, and presented it to Ranma-chan. After a long, doubtful look, she popped it into her mouth. Instantly she identified chili, hot dog, mashed potato, cornmeal, plum sauce, crust... and, above all, grease.

BLEAGH. What was Ukyo THINKING? Ranma-chan scored it a two- one is reserved for Akane-level bad food- and waved it on, reaching down to the table for a swig of water to wash out the taste. I don't understand how Americans can eat such heavy, greasy food anyhow. Much less why Uu-chan would wanna imitate 'em.

Oh well, seven down, twenty-eight to go... Ranma-chan looked off to her right and wondered where Happousai had vanished to. Hope he doesn't come back. Maybe he'll be distracted by, oh, a lingerie store or something...

Steam rose from Shampoo's hair as she struggled to get her armor bikini back into place. "Did you see?" she crowed. "Did you see? Shampoo beat Old Pervert!"

"Oh, I saw," Cologne nodded. I saw you get lucky, child. If it weren't for the Tendo girl, nothing would stop him from returning and making more mischief. As it is... "But don't forget you have a contest to attend to. I trust your dish is completed?"

"Is on heat now," Shampoo nodded. "Shampoo serve up nice and warm for-"

"Number eleven," the loudspeaker cried, "Shampoo."

"Go, child," Cologne gestured. "You can chase Happy after you win the prize for the Nekohanten."

Shampoo nodded. "Shampoo do her best!" With a thunder of running feet (and the incredible bouncing of her boulder-sized breasts), Shampoo raced to the stage. Cologne didn't bother to watch her go; she was already on the move, trying to figure out where Happousai had landed.

That Tendo girl is going to need some help, Cologne thought, even if her other side is in control. If Happy hadn't been so careless, Shampoo would never even have got a punch in... and in her current state Hulk-chan doesn't have the same indestructibility as a Juggy-naut... juggernaut. Curses! The girl's got me doing it!

Happousai giggled with glee as he stowed away the results of his fortuitous crash into the public changing rooms (female). His little romp among the lovely beachgoing beauties had effectively cleared the entire stretch of beach around the changing rooms, and the victims had abandoned swimwear, underwear, and even overwear in their haste to escape him.

"What a haul, what a haul!" he chortled, stuffing lace, cotton, silk and lycra into his carry-bag. "And to think this is only the first step!" He reached into his gi, where, pressed against his skin, Hulk-chan's purple underthings rested. With Hulk-chan's power backing me up, I can have every silky darling in the WORLD!

Happousai closed his gi back up and looked around. He'd pretty much cleaned out the changing rooms... no, wait, there was one beautiful pile of white lace over by the door. Pristine white, coyly embroidered around the massive bra cups... he could hear it calling to him, calling out to be rescued from captivity and brought safe into the loving care of the Master.

Only when he was bending down to pick up the bra and panties did he realize that they looked very familiar.

A giant beach towel, soaking wet, descended upon Happousai, with Hulk-chan (still, lest we forget, in Akane's body) and Nabiki holding the ends. With a quick tug and yank the wet towel became a handy prison, with Happousai immobilized within its folds.

"Got you now, Happousai!" Hulk-chan growled, holding up the ball of wet cotton in one hand. "I'll teach you to steal my body!" She slid her free hand into the folds of the towel, groping around for the little pervert.

Nabiki watched with growing irritation as Hulk-chan rummaged deeper and deeper into the balled-up beach towel. "Well?" she asked. "He's got to be in there somewhere!"

"Does he really?" said someone standing directly behind Nabiki. "I gotta see this!" Nabiki turned around with a deliberation born of absolute terror, looking down to see Happousai sitting, calm and unconcerned, on one of the changing room's benches.

Hulk-chan, for her part, was too angry to feel fear. "YOU!!" she shouted. "How the HELL did you escape?"

"Oh, my," Happousai smiled, leaning back and stretching, "thank you for making yourself angrier. The angrier you get, the more power you feed me, you know!"

Hulk-chan lunged forward, fists swinging, yelling, "ANSWER MY QUESTION, DAMMIT!" A split second before her punches connected, Happousai bounced away, and first her right hand and then the left connected with the bench, snapping off the wooden end... and leaving Hulk-chan in quite a bit of pain.

"Not as invulnerable as you used to be, eh, Akane?" Happousai chortled.

"Do not call me that name," Hulk-chan snarled, but the effect was lost when the deep, menacing voice came from the throat of an ordinary-looking Japanese girl.

"Not as strong or as fast either," Happousai continued. "You may fight better in your current mental state than usual, Akane, but without your superhuman strength and stamina you can't hope to capture me on your best day!" He bounced effortlessly to the other side of the room, adding, "Still, I'm amazed you can fight at all! The Ultimate Chi Drain should have wiped out your battle aura entire-"

"Yoo-hoo," Nabiki cooed, "Happousai..." Happousai looked over to see Nabiki with her top pulled up, revealing her braless breasts to the old pervert. "Like what you see?"

"SWEET-O!" Happousai shouted, leaping for the perky peaks of Nabiki's bosom.

An opening! Hulk-chan thought, lunging forward, hands extended, to grab the old man. At the last possible moment Happousai pushed off her fingers, launching himself over Nabiki's head... and allowing Hulk-chan to slam Nabiki into the changing lockers, her hands resting on Nabiki's bare boobs.

"Sorry, better luck next time! Hee hee hee!"

"That... hurt," Nabiki grunted. "Ak... Hulk-chan..." Nabiki's brown eyes stared into the gleaming green ones currently occupying Akane's face. "Hulk-chan, kindly let go of my tits."

"Sorry," Hulk-chan said, blushing as she helped Nabiki to her feet. Accusing red finger and palm marks graced Nabiki's chest where Hulk-chan had landed on her with Akane's full weight and momentum. Above them, Happousai lay atop the locker looking down on them, Nabiki's tank top dangling from his hands.

"Well, so much for my ideas," Nabiki said. "What about you?"

"I still say 'Hulk-chan smash' is workable," Hulk-chan replied.

"Sounds good to me," Nabiki shrugged, looking up at Happousai, who appeared to be amused by every word. "Any ideas on how we do that?"

"I'm working on it," Hulk-chan muttered.

Ranma-chan found herself longing for some Pepto-Bismol, or Alka-Seltzer, or a barf bag, or something. I dunno how good these girls look in bikinis, but most of 'em cook almost as bad as Akane, she thought. The highest rating she'd given thus far was a five, and that was to Number Three, who had submitted as her dish plain steamed rice.

Number Eleven didn't look to be an improvement. Granted, it looked as nice as any of the ones which had gone before, but the prettiest snakes were also the most poisonous. This particular dish gleamed red and yellow with peppers and spices, under which lurked, presumably, vegetables, a little meat, and with any luck, some rice.

The fat woman served up Ranma-chan's customary biteful and handed it up to her on the stool. Ranma-chan looked at the tiny sipful remaining of her water, whimpered, and braced herself for the onslaught she knew was coming.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Jyusenkyo curse...

A scream of agony echoed over the partition that separated the tasting area from the main contest area. "Aiyah!" Shampoo smiled. "Girl-type Ranma taste Shampoo too too special All China Stir Fry! Is too too delicious!"

Ukyo glowered in the shadow of Shampoo's nearly bare bosom. "That didn't sound like the Joy of Cooking to me, sugar," she said.

"Oh, that just involuntary reaction to spices," Shampoo said. "After the first few bites, the pain goes away. Leave too too perfect taste after."

"I'll bet," Ukyo smirked. "Ran-chan didn't scream at my American Style Okonomiyaki! I bet he never tasted anything like it before!"

"Spatula girl need learn cook something besides okonomiyaki and noodles," Shampoo replied.

"Number twenty-seven, Morisato," the loudspeaker said.

"Where Hulk-chan?" Shampoo said, looking around for anyone her height. "If she not get here soon, she miss contest."

"They do seem to be running through it quicker than they said they would," Ukyo said. "Probably scared Happousai might come back."

"Think we should go find Old Pervert and finish what he start?" Shampoo asked, cracking her knuckles with a sound like ball bearings clacking.

"I dunno," Ukyo said. "What if they call us back for something?"

"At least we be away from Skate Boy," Shampoo snarled.

"Yeah, whose idea was it anyway, making Mikaido Sanzenin the swimsuit judge for this contest?"

"Eeeek!!

Lightning fell from a clear sky and struck a very precise point on the dais.

"Shampoo think we not only ones not like Skate Boy," Shampoo observed, looking at the flash-fried, figure on the stage.

The changing room looked much the worse for wear.

Actually, that well-worn phrase didn't do justice to the wreckage which once had been the interior of a well-kept public accommodation. Benches were ripped from their bolts in the floor, broken, shattered, twisted. Lockers lay open, caved in, torn open, or in the case of one row, upside down. Half the light fixtures lay dangling from wires, some of those wires sparking from exposed copper where insulation had frayed from stretching.

In the middle of it, Happousai sat, calm, untouched, unruffled.

Off to one side, gasping for breath and holding her side, incandescent with wild green-eyed rage, stood Hulk-chan. The thick clothes designed to stretch and adapt for a transformation she hadn't had remained intact- for the most part- despite the battle. On the other side of the chamber, having recovered her tank top, Nabiki sat with her back to the wall, utterly winded, unable to continue.

"Hoo hoo hoo! This is so much FUN, my dear!" Happousai juggled a quartet of bench legs over his head with one hand. "Please, keep it up! You're only making me stronger!"

"I'm not defeated yet!!" Hulk-chan gasped. "No matter how long it takes, I'll NEVER GIVE UP!!"

Happousai chuckled at Hulk-chan's challenge. "My dear Akane," he began.

"I told you NOT to call me by that NAME," Hulk-chan growled. "I don't care what it looks like just now, but I'm Hulk-chan! NOT that whiny psychotic bitch Akane!"

"Akane, Akane, Akane, Akane," Happousai chanted, followed by more giggles as he evaded a wild punch from Hulk-chan. "My, that gets you quite angry, doesn't it? But of course it does!" With one hand he lifted up the upside-down row of lockers and raised it over his head. "Maybe I'll make you a little angrier!" he shouted as he used it like a flyswatter, smashing Hulk-chan into the floor of the changing room.

Hulk-chan watched the chirpy birds fly around her head, grateful that although Akane was weaker than Hulk-chan, she wasn't really frail and puny. Probably a good thing- 'Puny Tendo' doesn't roll off the tongue so well, she thought as she pulled herself to her feet.

"Oh, Hulk-chaaaaaan..." Hulk-chan's emerald eyes locked on a slowly moving blotch of purple. "Is this what you're looking for?" The blotch resolved into the stretch bra and panties... the very things themselves... the source of Happousai's stolen power... held just out of her reach from the old pervert's right hand.

Roaring, Hulk-chan lunged at Happousai, who jumped up out of the way, casually kicking over another row of lockers to fall on top of the depowered girl. Slowly the lockers rose again as Hulk-chan struggled to work herself out from under, Akane's trained muscles just powerful enough to budge the metal.

"Nabiki," she said as she let the lockers drop behind her with a crash, "get out of here." Slowly Hulk-chan stood up to Akane's full height, her eyes literally glowing with barely restrained fury. "Things are about to get messy."

Nabiki, despite her exhaustion, took the chance to flee, and as soon as the changing room door shut behind her, the sounds of destruction within began in earnest...

"Number Thirty-three," the loudspeakers blared, "Invader."

"Hey," Shampoo said quietly, her mammoth frame bent to speak with Ukyo, "what with that white-haired woman next to Lightning Girl?"

"I thought all those beefy muscles of yours came with super-hearing," Ukyo muttered. "Apparently that white-haired woman is Morisato's older sister. She 'helped'," and Ukyo's tone implied that the help involved was about as useful as, oh, Akane's, "Morisato's dish along without telling Morisato, and now she's -pissed.-"

"Shampoo not blame her," Shampoo said. "Shampoo not like it if her relative sabotage her contest."

"How are Linlin and Ranran these days anyway?" Ukyo asked.

"Got letter other day," Shampoo said. "They stalking two Musk warriors. Not decide yet whether they kidnap and take to Village, or let be kidnapped and taken to Castle." Shampoo snorted as she added, "Shampoo sent letter back say sisters should take Musk to Hong Kong hotel for week and test before getting married."

"I never thought you would be so... er... modern... about it," Ukyo said.

"Shampoo battle with Hulk-chan... what phrase? Broaden horizons," Shampoo said. "Shampoo trying out new ideas."

"Just so long as you don't try them out on my Ran-chan!" Ukyo growled.

"Shampoo not go there... today," Shampoo muttered. "You notice something?"

"What's that?"

"Lightning Girl look too too much like Kasumi," Shampoo said.

Ukyo looked, then shrugged. "A little, maybe, but not much. The hair color is different, for one thing."

"Same look in eyes, though."

"Hmmm, yeah, I could see that. I could wish Kasumi had the same taste in swimsuits, though."

"True. Is too too bad Kasumi pick swimsuit with high neck and knee-length skirt. Skate Boy not look twice at her."

"All the better for our chances, though."

"True, true."

"DAH-LING!!"

"Lum, no, NO, nonononono-" *ZAPPO.* "AAAARRRGH!!"

"Aiyah! Shampoo thought Oni horn and bikini just costume!"

"You need to watch the news more," Ukyo sighed...

Ranma-chan sighed with relief. She hadn't known Kasumi was entering the contest, but the dish of Contestant Twenty-Six had cleared a lot of bad tastes from her mouth and even settled her stomach quite a bit. Definitely a Ten rating, especially since the next highest rating she'd given out was a six.

As soon as Twenty-seven's plate came into view, though, Ranma-chan regretted giving up that ten. The smell of the sukiyaki was divine, absolutely divine... and the way every single grain of rice under the beef and sauce was arranged in a perfect radiating circle spoke of loving care and precision.

The by now habitual single bite was served up, and Ranma-chan groaned with bliss as the taste ran along her tongue. Perfection, absolute perfection. There was a light tang in the marinade that Ranma-chan didn't recognize, but if anything it added to the overall excellence. Yes, beyond a doubt, this dish was a te-

*KA-THUMP.*

Ranma-chan shivered with an unexpected flash of heat through her body. Her swimsuit- the rigid swimsuit, provided by the Festival, the one more solid than most armor plate- had just developed a pair of large, obvious nipple-bumps. Sweat trickled down her back, itching her where she couldn't scratch... and as something began to ache deep within her lower abdomen, she had to use every last ounce of willpower to keep herself from trying to rub her now soaking crotch through (or, if need be, around) that damn swimsuit.

Another damn aphrodesiac. By now Ranma-chan recognized the symptoms, and she expected that if any of her fiancees, even Kodachi, had shown up with hot water and keys to a room at a love motel, Ranma-chan's answer would have been a simple, Yes, please. Now?

Grumbling, Ranma-chan picked up her glass of ice water, dumped it down her cleavage, and asked for a refill. One. Definitely a one. No question, absolutely, no appeal, a one, and whoever did this to me, may the gods grant justice...

*KRAK-A-THOOM.*

Thank you.

Chips of concrete fell from cracks in the walls of the changing room as Hulk-chan, battered and bruised, pulled herself to her feet. Despite a couple of rips here and there, the business-suit clothing she wore had withstood the slams, thrashes, and crashes she'd endured in her pursuit of Happousai around the room.

Happousai, for his part, was still untouched, as were the purple undergarments he still held from his outstretched arm. "Oh, don't give up now, A-ka-ne," the old man chortled, "you came close that time! Hee hee hee hee!" He hopped up to the top of the only row of lockers still standing, holding the garments over the edge. "Whoops! Dropped them- oh, caught them, too bad! Whoops! Almost dropped 'em again! Butterfingers old me, I almost let you have them that-"

From a window set high, high in one wall, a wooden staff soared down, spearing the bra and panties with one shot, hurling them from Happousai's thumb and forefinger and to the floor just in front of Hulk-chan. "Quickly, girl!" Cologne shouted. "Take them and say the words!"

"NOOO!!" Happousai gasped, leaping down to retrieve his precious purple underthings, only to be thrown off track by a meteor trailing long white hair. "Let me GO, Cologne! I won't lose all this power, not now!!"

Cologne could only slow Happousai down for a moment, but a moment was all Hulk-chan required. Grabbing the bra and panties, she said, "Happousai, you dealt falsely with my by trading me clothes which you never intended should fit me. I hereby reclaim my property. THE EXCHANGE IS BROKEN!"

As soon as Hulk-chan finished speaking, the chi that had been drained, steadily and continuously, from her through the purple panties and bra reversed itself, slamming back into her with tremendous force. For a moment it seemed as if her heart stopped, overwhelmed by the power flooding her; then it thundered, pumping wave after wave of heat through her veins and into every fiber of her being.

Hulk-chan groaned with pleasure as she felt the transformation begin, felt the delicious, intoxicating pleasure run through her body. She screamed with pleasure as her inner muscles clenched, darkening the crotch of her suit pants with juices dripping from her otherwise bare sex. She could feel bones stretching and growing, muscles swelling along her arms and legs, all burning with that same urgent flame, growing hotter and hotter as her energy returned to her.

The gathered sleeves of the adjustable suit began to unfold and straighten, the plump, puffy sleeves of her pants to grow taut, as arms and legs grew longer, sleeker, thicker with shapely muscle. The front of her suit jacket, buttoned up over a snap-together shirt, began to rise as her tight, tender nipples grew stiffer, pushing forward atop rapidly swelling mounds of flesh. Her hips grew wider, filling out the seat of her pants with a round, shapely, muscular ass, drawing the fabric tight with its burden.

The gatherings at Hulk-chan's wrists and ankles opened up and released as her growing body drew the fabric tight, flexing muscles pressing more and more from within. Her broadening shoulders filled the slack in the jacket, even as her expanding bust popped snap after snap of her shirt wide open, revealing a cleavage fast deepening into a chasm of flesh. Secret folds expanded and unfolded around her suit, revealing new colors and patterns, as the specially tailored clothes adjusted to fit a much larger wearer. The only items not design to grow with her- Akane's old shoes- split apart, toes sliding out between uppers and lowers for a few seconds before her swelling ankles ripped the uppers apart as well.

Hulk-chan threw her head back, sending her growing hair rippling down her neck and shoulders, and screamed as she climaxed, her abdominal muscles clenching and flexing again and again with every spark of pleasure. The exposed skin of hands, face and bosom began to change tone, Akane's pale flesh darkening to a vivid, luxurious, sweat-sheened green. Taller, stronger, more voluptuous she grew, until she reached her normal 2.3 meter height and goddess-like physique...

... and kept right on growing.

Every erg, every tiny portion of energy, generated by Hulk-chan's anger in her fight to reclaim her power, stolen by Happousai, was flooding back into her at once, overwhelming her. She rode the tempest of chi like a rowboat in a typhoon, her body trembling and rocking, arms curled and knees bent, as spasm after spasm ran through her towering frame. Sweat dripped from her brow, even as more pungent liquids dripped from the crotch of her pants, urged on as the expansion of her hips and ass drew the fabric taut across her swollen mons.

Muscles continued to build and bulge across Hulk-chan's growing body. Her torso grew broader and thicker, massive sinews pushing upwards even more massive breasts that strained at the confinement of the open-fronted suit jacket. The cuffs of her sleeves and pants legs drew away from wrist and ankle as arms and legs continued to swell, smooth skin striating with muscular definition and translating the ripples through the now skin-tight cloth.

The pants seams were the first to give way, splitting along the thighs to reveal gleaming green flesh. The sleeves of the suit jacket ripped apart, matching the already disintegrated shirt sleeves underneath. With a machine-gun rip the seams of the back of the jacket gave way as a particularly strong flex of Hulk-chan's broad shoulders overwhelmed the strength of the stitchwork, allowing her gargantuan breasts to slip through the loosened restraints of the jacket front and bob free with every shudder and tremor of Hulk-chan's body.

Finally, the last bit of stolen chi flowed into Hulk-chan... followed without pause by Happousai's own chi, as the reversed flow began to drain him dry.

Hulk-chan ROARED as the fire burning through her flesh and across her skin doubled its heat. Muscles rose like mountain ranges across her body, building higher and higher in impossible layers and structures. Even the muscles of her face and neck thickened and strengthened, giving her a decidedly brutish look. Her body flexed and convulsed with yet another orgasm, turning the remains of the expensive custom-tailored suit into rags that slid to the floor around her feet.

Finally, with one last roar from Hulk-chan's throat, the flow stopped, leaving Cologne to stare in shock at the green giantess' current form. It's one thing to know, intellectually, that she gets larger as she gets angrier, Cologne thought, but quite another thing to see her like this.

Hulk-chan's shaggy hair pressed against the ceiling of the changing room, forcing her to stoop considerably to fit under it. Her broad, arching shoulders spanned almost the entire field of vision, standing almost as wide as the monstrous rack that, to Cologne's irritation, kept drawing her gaze involuntarily. Both shoulders and breasts heaved with deep breaths as the orgasmic rush of the change faded, the movement continuing even after the breaths had grown silent. The mass of her body, the trunklike thickness of her legs, the massive wall of abs, the two hammer-like fists... Incredible, Cologne thought, and that was the only word to describe her.

By comparison, Happousai seemed more shrunken and weak than ever before. Every drop of his battle aura had been drained away, into Akane, along with all but the most minimal level of chi. Where only moments before he had looked sinister and menacing, now he looked like what he so often claimed to be: a feeble, decrepit old man.

Hulk-chan lowered her empty hand to pick Happousai up, her massive fingers wrapping easily around his body. Slowly she raised him up to her eye level, flaming green irises glaring at the tiny dots of Happousai's pupils.

"I thought you were only a playful little old man who liked sexy women," the incredibly huge Hulk-chan rumbled. "Now I know you're not just mischievous or playful. You are EVIL." Her fist tightened a little around Happousai, squeezing him uncomfortably, as she added, "And the evil you have done, and the evil you meant to do, must be PUNISHED."

"Please... Hulk-chan..." Happousai gasped, unable to escape. "Let me go... I promise... I won't do it again..."

"You've already broken all the promises you made to me," Hulk-chan snorted. "If you had kept them, I might have been your willing pupil... you could have taught me so much..." Her gaze turned downwards, towards Cologne's position on the debris-strewn floor. "But Cologne will teach me, and teach Akane, so that you can never do this to either of us again. Right, Cologne?"

Cologne nodded solemnly.

"Which means I don't have any further use for YOU!" Hulk-chan said, her fist growing a little tighter still.

"Hulk-chan... you wouldn't... kill.. a poor old man... would you?" Happousai tried to turn on the charm, but Hulk-chan wasn't having any this time.

"No," she said quietly, "but if you ever harm me, Akane, Ranma, Shampoo, or anyone else I care about, I just might..." She pulled Happousai to within inches of her face as she added, "And if you tell anyone about my secret, I will SMASH you... like THIS!!" Her other fist swung upwards, and the roof of the changing room EXPLODED upwards, crumbling to fragments as the debris spread up and out before crashing down on the beach, in the surf, and on some unlucky cars in the public parking lot. As the sun shone into the changing room, Hulk-chan said, "Understood?"

Happousai, in no position to negotiate, nodded hurriedly.

Hulk-chan turned her attention away from Happousai, using her free hand to rip away the last two lockers from one fallen row, the scream of shearing metal nearly deafening Cologne. She dropped Happousai into one locker, shutting him in, bending the lock and then the entire other locker over the door, using the metal scraps around the edges to complete the seal.

"Then go somewhere where you won't bother us... EVER... AGAIN!!" With a roar Hulk-chan launched the makeshift metal prison skyward, sending it flying over the ocean into the morning sun, where it vanished with a last gleam of reflected light.

"And to make sure that this NEVER... HAPPENS... AGAIN..." Hulk-chan opened her other fist, revealing the now tiny-looking bits of purple that had started the whole thing. She took both bra and panties gingerly between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled until the elastic fabric stretched, popped, and finally ripped apart.

With the purple undies destroyed, the chi stolen from Happousai began to leave Hulk-chan's body, presumably to return to its original owner. The titanic mass of Hulk-chan's muscles began to shrink back down to a more managable state, her breasts returning to improbable size from impossible, her face, neck and hands regaining their more delicate beauty. Still, Cologne noted that Hulk-chan retained a great deal more muscle and size than ususal; she stood nearly three meters tall as she stretched and said, "Boy, am I glad THAT'S over."

"So, Hulk-chan," Cologne said carefully, "I take it you feel more like yourself now?"

"I feel... I feel..." Apparently for the first time, Hulk-chan noticed the stickiness of her crotch, the extreme hardness of her nipples, the heat that, despite everything, had not abated a bit. "I feel hornier than I've ever been in my entire life!!" she gasped. "I've gotta have Ranma right now, and I don't care who stands in my way!!"

"Perhaps if you hurry, you can still catch him at the contest," Cologne replied.

"The contest!! Oh, no, I FORGOT!!" Hulk-chan scrambled through the wreckage of the changing room, looking for the red-yarn bikini. "Hold on, Ranma darling!" she shouted, "your Hulk-chan is coming for you!!"

"I wish they'd tell us what our scores are," Ukyo grumbled, sitting beside Shampoo's feet on the dais, watching their fellow contestants mill around.

"Where Hulk-chan??" Shampoo asked, scanning the beach for any hint of green. "They about to call the last entry! If she not hurry, she miss out!"

"Who cares if she does?" Ukyo grumbled. "I'm more worried about Ranma. I've never seen an ambulance pull up to a cooking contest before."

"Oni Girl cooking must have disagreed with Ranma," Shampoo shrugged. "Shampoo not hear such sounds since Mousse pour turpentine and Chlorox down the-"

"And the final contestant," the loudspeakers blared, "number thirty-six..."

Ranma-chan no longer looked like the Beach Festival Princess so much as the Beach Festival Walking Dead. The emergency stomach pump to remove the taste of Dish #33 from her had left her pale, drawn, dehydrated and trembling. Unfortunately, the evacuation of everything she'd eaten had -not- relieved her from the effects of that damn aphrodesiac, so not only was she weak, trembling and ghostly white, she was horny as hell.

Dish #36 came into view. Thank the Gods, the last, Ranma thought, followed by, And how beautiful! The plate contained a small array of tea-cakes and sandwiches... not filled with them, but with a small number artfully arranged around a platter of fine blue china.

The large woman, who had had to coax, cajole, and even force thirty-five tastes into Ranma-chan's mouth, now offered up half a cake and half a sandwich for Ranma to try. Reluctantly Ranma bit into the sandwich, swallowed, then the cake.

It's delicious!

It's delectable!

It's PLAIN!

IT WINS!!

Ranma-chan signaled only the second ten she'd given all day, then hopped off the stool and, before the fat woman could stop her, scarfed down everything else on the platter. The light food had such a wonderful soothing quality, both on her stomach and her chemically (magically) enraged libido, and the redhead sighed as she returned, replete, to her stool.

That... almost... made it worth it...

"But the contest wasn't even supposed to START until ten!!" Hulk-chan whined, her larger-than-usual form just barely stuffed into the red bikini that was just barely there. It was obscured by the chilled box she'd retrieved in a hurry from the Tendo rental, the box containing the components for her dish. "All it'll take is five minutes, and I'll be ready! PLEASE!"

"I'm sorry," the contest coordinator said, "but all contestants were told to be here by eight. We sped up the contest when that little monster appeared and wrecked the bleachers. The last contestant's food was judged five minutes ago, and the scores are being tabulated. I'm afraid you'll just have to wait until next year."

"Is too too bad," Shampoo said, standing beside Hulk-chan. "Happousai wreck happiness for a lot of people."

"Look on the bright side," Ukyo smirked, "with you as overgrown and overmuscled as you are right now, you'd never have won anyway!"

"Overmuscled?" Shampoo snapped. "Is good woman be strong. Stronger the better! Muscles is beautiful!"

"It's sleek, delicate beauty that wins contests!" Ukyo snapped back.

"Let Shampoo know when you find some!"

Hulk-chan didn't pay any attention to the bickering of her rival fiancees. Her mind was on a twisted locker flying through the air somewhere over the Pacific. Happousai, you bastard, death would be too GOOD for you...

"Your attention, please," the loudspeaker barked, "now announcing the winners of the Bikini Chef contest!"

"This is it," Ukyo said, "now we'll see who won what."

"First, the winner of the Swimsuit competition. Scoring a perfect ten, Contestant Eleven, representing Nekohanten, Shampoo!"

"HA! NOW who overmuscled?" The Juggy-naut jumped into the air, her loose, pastie-covered boulders bobbing up at the height of her celebratory leap... and bouncing again as she landed, punching a hole in the stage. "Oops!" Shampoo said, climbing out to accept her award. "Um... no one step there. Might get hurt."

"Next, with a perfect ten, the winner of the Food Presentation contest, Number Twenty-Six, representing Nekomi Motor Club, Belldandy Morisato!" Blushing, the tall, slender brunette walked delicately over to the presentation stand, accompanied by a short college-age student and a tall, voluptuous white-haired woman.

"Next, the Tasting winner, one of two perfect tens awarded, Number Twenty-Five, representing Tendo Dojo of Anything Goes Martial Arts, Kasumi Tendo!"

"Oh my!" Kasumi gasped, obviously surprised. "But it was just a snack for poor Ranma-chan!" With the assistance and encouragement of the other contestants, she finally worked her way over to the podium.

"And finally," the loudspeaker said, "with a seven in Swimsuit, an eight in Presentation, and the other perfect 10 in Tasting, for a cumulative score of twenty-five points, the grand champion, your Bikini Chef... representing Uu-chan's, Contestant Thirty-Six, Konatsu Kenzian!"

"WHAT?!?"

Wearing a modest one-piece swimsuit that, somehow, managed to give the male kunoichi the illusion of feminine curves, Konatsu appeared from the middle of the contest crowd, where he had lurked unseen for virtually the entire contest, to accept the Bikini Chef winner.

Of all the Nerimans present, the one most outraged was Ukyo, who stormed up to the awards platform and grabbed Konatsu by the neck. "WHAT- ARE- YOU- DOING- HERE?" she snarled.

"Forgive me, Mistress Ukyo," Konatsu gasped. "I was lonely at the restraunt and decided to bring honor to your restraunt by entering the contest!"

"Bring HONOR??" Ukyo shouted. "You've made the Uu-chan the laughingstock of all restraunts in Japan!!" Dropping the kunoichi, she stormed over to the Swimsuit judge, Mikaido Sanzenin, who was wrapped like a mummy in gauze after his close encounter with divine wrath. "And YOU!!" she shouted. "Why did you give... give THAT... a SEVEN??"

Mikaido said something muffled into unintelligibility, accompanied by an hourglass-outlining motion with both hands that explained everything.

"Because she's HOT?? Are you BLIND?!?" Ukyo turned her attention back to Konatsu. "And how the hell did you hide what you really are ANYWAY??"

"A true ninja can hide anything," Konatsu gasped, before Ukyo dropped him to the floor again.

Mikaido, baffled, leaned towards Ranma-chan and said something which, through the bandages, might have been, "What's her problem, anyway?"

Ranma-chan, who normally would have as soon knocked Mikaido into next Thursday as talked with him, smirked evilly, leaned towards the skater, and whispered an explanation into his ear.

Mikaido's eyes were clearly visible through a gap in the bandages; they grew wide as they stared at the newly crowned (and semiconscious) Bikini Chef, then rolled back into his head as he fainted dead away.

"And what about YOU??" Ukyo gasped, turning on Ranma. "You gave his food a ten. A TEN. How COULD you?"

"Because it tasted good," Ranma shrugged.

Ukyo screamed, slapped Ranma's face, and ran crying from the stage.

"What did I say?" Ranma-chan shrugged. Then, seeing Hulk-chan standing just off the stage, she waved, shouting, "Hey, Hulk-chan! Which dish was yours, anyway?"

Hulk-chan's anger and sorrow erupted into an incoherent roar that sent terror through the hearts of every attendee. Bringing both fists together, she slammed them down onto the contest stage, which collapsed into a pile of splinters, taking with it the contest winners, the runners-up, and a much-abused Princess of the Beach Festival. This done, Hulk-chan too departed, leaving her cold box behind and running crying down the beach after Ukyo.

Ranma-chan pulled herself out of the wreckage, groaning. "What did I say?" she muttered before a falling light fixture struck her head and knocked her unconscious.

Shampoo sighed, toying with bits of stage in one massive hand. "Look like contest not about winning Ranma after all," she sighed.

Nabiki thumbed through the photos she'd managed to get of the Incredible Hulk-chan during her brief return to the beach rental house to retrieve her food. In certain circles, those photos would be worth massive amounts of money... and, happily, Kasumi's runner-up prize in Bikini Chef would finish paying for all the rebuilding materials Kasumi had bought for the rental. All in all, things had ended quite well so far as she was concerned.

Akane, on the other hand, had nothing to show for the Bikini Chef debacle. Nabiki had found her asleep on the beach just in front of the rental house, Hulk-chan's tiny bikini lying loosely around her like unravelled red yarn. Now, even after a long nap, she looked seriously worn out and hung over, suffering possibly her worst post-transformation exhaustion yet.

Across from them at the foot-warmer sat Cologne, sipping at her tea. "So you see, in trying to claim all of Hulk-chan's chi, Happousai risked all of his own in turn, and thus when he lost the panties, he also lost his own power as well."

"But what I don't get," Akane muttered, "is how Hulk-chan was able to fight if she was drained dry. Did it have something to do with me having control of her body for that little while?"

"No, child," Cologne shook her head. "That was something totally different. Happousai's chi siphon was focused on the energy produced by your cursed side. It never touched the chi or fighting spirit which is your own... and it was that battle aura Hulk-chan used to confront Happy, despite the odds, and eventually defeat him. With my help, of course." She sipped her tea and added, "Happy, of course, has no Jyusenkyo curse, and thus had no secret reserve to fight with."

"But then why did I have Hulk-chan's body? Why did Hulk-chan have mine?" Akane looked almost agitated enough to change again, despite her weariness. "He must have done something to me... to us... I know!" she said, slapping the low table. "It's those stupid huge lace panties and bra, isn't it? He did something to 'em that messed with the transformation, right?"

"I'm afraid they are ordinary underwear," Cologne said, "their size and proportions notwithstanding. I could tell you the true explanation for that... but quite frankly, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." She finished her cup, set it on the table. "Thank you for the tea, ladies," she said. "Shampoo should be finished with her photo shoot by now, and hopefully tomorrow we shall have even more business than before."

"A pleasure as always, Cologne," Nabiki bowed her head respectfully.

"I'm sure," the Amazon matriarch chuckled. "Akane, the next time we meet- tomorrow, or whenever is feasible- I shall begin your training in chi control. As Hulk-chan said, Happousai must never again be able to tap such power."

"I'm honored... Sensei..." Akane bowed likewise.

And so I attach a new thread, Cologne thought. With Hulk-chan and Akane as students, perhaps I no longer need Son-in-law to marry Shampoo. Perhaps I can make an Amazon in truth out of Hulk-chan... especially since Hulk-chan does seem to enjoy making a certain Amazon.

But to explain the switching of bodies... well, that is wisdom, my dear young Tendo, which you must come by yourself before you'll accept it from anyone else...

Happousai crawled out of the cracked locker, shaken by the hard landing into the brush of a desert island which, from the looks of the foilage, could lie anywhere between Guam and Hawaii. If his chi hadn't returned to him when it had, he just might not have survived the landing and the subsequent tumbling through the jungle. Hulk-chan, you may think me defeated, he thought vengefully, but I will have my-

"Welcome, stranger," a voice said from behind him. Happousai twisted, then turned completely around to stare in wonder at six young women, each bearing a handmade spear, each wearing nothing more than a grass skirt and a pair of coconut halves tied on with vines. All of the women were blonde; most of them were working with coconut halves that, quite frankly, were inadequate for the job.

"Welcome to the island of Lufthansa Air Charter 1184," the leader, a tall, deeply tanned woman, said. "We and our 83 other fellow tribeswomen are the survivors of Herren Kirtchgartner's Tiny Tots World Tour, stranded these twenty years isolated from civilization. Poor Herren Kirtchgartner passed on three years ago, but not before teaching us the basics of survival in this lush paradise."

Happousai's eyes continued to widen as more and more women, each more beautiful and scantily-clad than the last, emerged from the jungles.

"We have not seen a single man in twenty years," their leader continued. "We know little of the ways of men, of the outside world. We would consider it an honor if you taught us these things."

Happousai's jaw dropped.

"You could begin by explaining the contents of this crate," the leader said, pointing one slender, shapely arm at the box being pushed into the clearing by a quartet of large, strong, and naked women. She reached into the box and pulled out a handful of soft, shining cloth, asking, "What is the purpose of these things... and what do the words, 'Victoria's Secret,' refer to?"

Hulk-chan, you sweet, darling child, Happousai thought, thank you for bringing me to the island of my dreams.

Sweet....o.

The sun set on paradise, although whose paradise it was to be depended greatly on your point of view...