Plan B Redemption: A Second Chance

Isaac’s cum leaked from your battered hole, pooling beneath you on the floor. Your stomach bulged faintly, bloated and full, the curse’s timer now a taunting 24 hours left. Isaac traced your stomach, his smirk dark. “Hope you like stretch marks, mommy.”

But as the haze of pleasure and shame began to clear, a thought struck you like a lightning bolt. Plan B. The morning-after pill. The pregnancy test could be wrong—it was too soon to tell. You still had a chance.

“Isaac,” you whispered, your voice trembling but determined. “The pharmacy… the Plan B pill. I need it. Now.”

He froze, his hand still resting on your belly. For a moment, his smirk faltered, replaced by something almost like concern. “You really think that’ll work?”

“It has to,” you said, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t… I can’t stay like this. Please, Isaac. Help me.”

He hesitated, his eyes flicking to the pregnancy test on the counter. The two pink lines seemed to mock you both. Finally, he nodded. “Fine. But if this doesn’t work… you’re mine. Forever.”

The Pharmacy Dash

Isaac threw a robe at you, barely giving you time to tie it before dragging you out the door. The cool night air hit your bare legs, the fabric of the robe doing little to hide the cum still leaking from your cunt. Your thighs rubbed together with every step, the friction sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through you.

The 24-hour pharmacy was empty except for the clerk, a bored-looking man in his late twenties. His eyes widened as you stumbled in, your robe slipping to reveal the hickies Isaac had left on your neck.

“Plan B,” Isaac barked, slamming his hand on the counter. “Now.”

The clerk hesitated, his gaze flicking between you and Isaac. “Uh… do you have ID?”

Isaac’s hand shot out, grabbing the man by the collar. “Do I look like I’m in the mood for questions?”

The clerk scrambled to grab the pill, his hands shaking as he handed it over. Isaac tossed a wad of cash on the counter and dragged you out, the pill clutched tightly in his hand.

The Pill

Back in the car, Isaac handed you the pill and a bottle of water. “Take it,” he said, his voice gruff but not unkind.

You swallowed the pill, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue. For a moment, there was silence, the weight of what had happened hanging heavy in the air.

“What if it doesn’t work?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Isaac’s jaw tightened. “Then we deal with it. Together.”

The Aftermath

The curse’s timer flickered—23 hours left—but for the first time, you felt a glimmer of hope. The Plan B pill was your lifeline, your last chance to break free from the curse’s grip.

But the curse wasn’t done with you yet.