Out of the Bag

You return from the store. You’re about to let the door slam, but think not to. Carrying the bag, you unbutton your shirt with one hand. You had given yourself a quick sponge bath before you left, but it would be feel good to have a full shower. It would feel especially good if Ranma - no: Ranko(!) - is still taking hers.

But the bathroom door is open and she is not inside. The bedroom door is open, too. You quietly look in. The redhead without her pigtail now has clothes on. It is, though, only one of your good, blue shirts. She is so small in it, and she knows it because she’s…. You have to stifle a laugh: She’s pulling your shirt out away from her BELLY. You are still winning the ‘game’: She is trying to imagine herself pregnant!

But robosluts can’t become pregnant. Can they(?)

“Don’t worry. It’ll only happen when you’re ready,” you assure her.

“Or when the curse is ready,” she frowns. Ranko realizes what she’s doing in front of you, and tries to throw your shirt front away. As it swishes about her, you see her bald pussy come and go. A few steps from her is one of your underpants; they’re not boxers. Again you have to stifle a laugh.

You find what you’re looking for in the bag and pull out the box of birth control pills. “Then it WILL be magic. These AND your skill at controlling what happens inside your body will make sure it happens only because of magic.”

“Or because I want….” the troubled cutie says softly. Saotome’s still trying to wrap her head around the idea of getting himself to be the father of her own baby.

She shakes the idea away. She FIRST had to be able to change back to a body that can knock-up a girl. And that seems to mean sex. And a lot of it! She reaches for the box.

You lift your longer arm up so she can’t reach it. Meanwhile, you toss the bag onto the bedroom’s chair. Out onto the floor falls the boxes of condoms, diaphragms, rings, patches, and IUD. Somehow the menstruation chart remains in the bag.

The petite girl turns away from you to them. “How do I use these?!” she demands, the ones with the diaphragm and IUD in her hands.

“You stick them up inside you,” you grin.

She drops the boxes. But then tells herself, “Stupid! He’s gonna be stickin’ his COCK up inside you!”

You stop her from picking them up; and hand her only one pill from its blister pack. You make sure she see’s it’s for “Saturday”, today. None of this should matter IF a roboslut can’t have a baby’. The pill might as well be a placebo. But there’s a reason you want her to see everything. “I didn’t just let you have them because I want you to know you only take ONE a day. - And, no, that’s not in addition to these others: They are back-ups in case you lose your confidence. You DO think you have the trained skilled, don’t you?!!” you challenge her.

“Of course I do!!” the redhead responds to the ‘insult’. “If there’s a girl that can keep herself from gettin’ knocked up when she don’t wanna, it’s ME!” And yet, she can’t keep herself from looking at the things from the bag.

Good! Roboslut or martial artist, she can make her body horny in seconds at will!! The more she wonders if this is the fuck when she does get fucked-up, the less she’ll want to fucking overdose you with her fucking. Too much of a good thing isn’t!