ROYAL REWARD: Spring of the Drowned Bimbo: Akane's Sexdoll (Inanimate TF, TG, Bimbofication, Ranma)

Plap plap plap plap! 

With every thrust of Akane’s hips, a fresh plap sounded from Ranma’s generous rear cheeks. Biting his lip, Akane breathed deep, drew back, and thrust again, making Ranma scream as his cock slammed into her once more.

“Nnn~!” Clinging to the wall, Ranma panted for breath, her face flush and dripping with sweat. “Akane… Nnn~! Harder! Harder!” Her giant boobs swung with each emphatic thrust. 

With a deep chuckle, Akane dug his fingers even deeper into Ranma’s ass cheeks, pulled back, and thrust again and again, slamming her cock into her so hard her entire body rippled with the impact of it. She screamed, eyes rolling back in lust, and he laughed and pounded her again, shivering as her tight, dripping pussy wrapped around his shaft. With each pump, the pressure in his loins grew a little stronger, and soon he knew he’d have to give in and burst. 

Finally, he could bear it no longer. Screwing up his eyes, he pulled back, took a deep breath, and thrust one final time, slamming his cock into Ranma’s cunt so hard she screamed as if stabbed. In the same instant, the dam in his shaft broke. He grunted and came, breathing deep through his nose as he emptied his balls with the force of a fire hydrant. Ranma screamed. 

For several seconds more, they stood there entwined, his cock still pouring, her pussy still dripping, both their bodies red with effort and slick with sweat. At last, Akane pulled out with a plop, his penis leaving a thick thread of semen between it and Ranma’s sex. She moaned and collapsed onto the bed, lying there panting. He took a seat beside her, wishing he had a cigarette. 

Despite her obvious exhaustion, it didn’t take Ranma long to recover. Soon she was sitting up and throwing herself at him again, her long blonde locks bouncing as she begged him for more cock. “Come on, Akane! Like, fuck me in the butt this time! Or let me give you a blowjob or something! You know you, like, want to!” 

Akane breathed deep and took a sigh. If there was one downside to Ranma falling into the Spring of Drowned Bimbo, it was how annoying it had made her. Urgh, couldn’t she ever shut up about sex…?

Sighing, he opened the bedside drawer and rummaged around inside until he found a thin syringe of pink fluid. Holding it up, he gave Ranma a smirk. “Oh, I’ll fuck your butt,” he said with a laugh. “But first, I’ve got a special little treat for you. Holding still…” 

*

As Akane raised the needle to her arm, Ranma froze obediently. She hated needles and pointy things in general (except cocks, which were more fucky than pointy), but she’d do anything if Akane promised to fuck her butt afterward. Still, she winced a little as the syringe pierced her skin. “Ow! Akane!” 

Pulling the empty needle away, he smiled at her in amusement. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt for long.” 

As Ranma cocked her head to ask what he meant, she felt a strange tingling passing through her form. Snapping upright, she sat there on the bed and moaned, hugging herself and shivering. It felt really, like, cold in here all of a sudden. It must be, right? Otherwise, why would she be shivering?

While she pondered this enigma, someone grabbed her arms and her legs. “Hey!” she cried as they wrenched them apart, forcing them open and holding them there as if she were both spreading her legs to be fucked and trying to hug someone. “Hey, like, I can do that on my own!” 

Despite this, when she tried to close them again, she found she couldn’t–they were locked in place as if by, like, a chainy-thing or something. 

A little flame of fear flickered in Ranma’s head. “Like, Akane–” she said, head pounding. “What’s… oooh….” Before she could finish, her eyes glazed over. All of a sudden, she felt so empty, so light-headed. She wanted nothing more than for something to fill her. 

Looking down, she moaned in delight to see how shiny her skin was. She looked like a well-buffered floor, she was so slick.  

As this smoothness spread over her, her hands curled together, and her fingers fused till she could no longer tell the difference between them. It looked like she was wearing a pair of mittens, and she would have laughed if not for the fact she couldn’t currently move her mouth. Her toes did something similar a second later. 

With a pop, her belly button inverted, and seams stitched themselves into existence all over her form, leaving her looking like a cheaply assembled toy. Finally, she felt a maddening tingling in her pussy and her anus and her mouth, one which would have made her scream if she’d still had the ability. A second later, they bloated into three fat, pink rings, thick and plump. 

Sitting there, still trembling a little, Ranma moaned as the tingliness fizzled and faded, from her limbs and from her head. As it vanished, her brain collapsed into something resembling its former state:

Urgh…! Ranma struggled to look around, but his body refused to obey him. What’s going on…? We were at Jusenkyo, and I fell into that spring. And then… Everything beyond that was a blur.

As he struggled to figure out where he was or why he couldn’t move, a shadow loomed over him. Looking up, Ranma gaped to see a tall, muscular man with bright blond hair. “Hello, Ranma. Ready for your next fucking?” 

It took Ranma a second to place their features. A-Akane? What are you talking about?! What’s going on? Why can’t I move…?! H-hey! Stay away from me! Stay away! 

Akane’s fingers dug into his sides–Ranma screamed as he spun him around. Stop! 

Schlup! 

Ranma could only wail in horrified pleasure.