A very nude, incredibly muscular Shampoo stood in front of him when Ranma opened his eyes again. The purple-haired amazon gave him a look that would cause most other men to pass out from blood loss. His eyes traveled over her body, against his will, as he drank in the sight of her.
Shampoo's boulder-like breasts which would dance at her will, being moved by the great strength of her pectoral muscles. Ranma was captivated by them for a short time before his sense of self preservation kicked in, telling him that she would use this to take him back to China as her husband. He shifted his gaze over to her thick, strong arms, which, even while relaxed, were thicker than his legs. Moving down her he laid eyes on her well defined abs, abs that could take a punch and crush the fist that threw it at the same time.
"Ranma like what he see?" Shampoo teased, putting her hands behind her head in a provocative fashion which pushed out her chest while showing off her arms and abs too. Again, the martial artist found himself unable to look away from the new and improved Shampoo. "All Ranma need to do is become Shampoo's husband for real, and he can have this every day." She whispered gently into his ear, leaning forward and giving him a good look at the top of her tits.
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