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[You might not have seen this chapter for some time, if ever, if someone hadn't interacted with me in the comments. I was blocked and dead in the water, and then got inspired at the evidence that Gjt-0530 was interested enough to engage in a discussion. if you enjoy this chapter he deserves the credit for it showing up today]

“Ahhh, cut it out guys! One at a time! I’ll take care of all of you! I promise!” Ranma protested as Zoro and Luffy’s strong hands literally ripped the clothes from her body and left her standing nude on deck.

“Haven’t you heard, Ranma?” Usopp said as he stepped forward so he could fondle her exposed breasts. “Group activities are bonding experiences.”

Ranma let out a groan that was half pleasure and half pain as Usopp clamped his fingers closed around her sensitive teats. He leaned in and suckled on the strawberry sized nipples that had been squeezed out between his fingers from the pressure. Behind the sniper Sanji was carefully slipping out of his clothes and was neatly folding them and setting them out of the way. Despite the pain coming from her breasts, and the fact that she was about to be gang-banged, Ranma curiosity caused her to focus on the cook other than Luffy and Zoro as they simply skinned off their clothing and kicked them aside.

She’d serviced the other three men several times since they defeated Arlong, both at the party, and afterwards. But not Sanji. This was the first time she had a chance at seeing him naked and she had her fingers crossed that Luffy’s string of picking well endowed nakama had not ended. Things were looking promising as Sanji removed his shirt and revealed rippling abdominal muscles. He didn’t have Zoro’s bulk, but he was cut. To Ranma’s disappointment the cook turned his back to her as he slipped off his shoes and socks before starting on his belt. She was so busy craning her neck to get a look that she didn’t notice what Zoro was up till until her arms were wrenched behind her back and her forearms were secured together with the rope prop he had used during their prank on Nami.

Having secured Ranma’s arms, Zoro slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her drooling sex with his palm as he thrust a forefinger deep up into her cunt. Taking her by the back of the neck he lifted her bodily off the deck supporting most of her weight on her twat before laying her belly down on the barrel Luffy had used as a seat while playing judge. The feeling of having her sensitive cooze crushed against Zoro’s calloused hand, even as his finger wiggled inside her, sent waves of pain/pleasure straight into her belly where the familiar feeling of tension began to ramp upward.

Draped over the top of the barrel on her belly, Ranma instinctively tried to touch the deck with her feet. But, though she straightened them out and stretched as best she could her toes still dangled a couple of inches short. Ranma spotted Usopp kneeling down beside the barrel and the next moment she felt him tying a rope around her ankle. He pulled her leg forward as he reached around the barrel to grab her other ankle, which he pulled forward so he could secure them with the same rope which looped around the circumference of the barrel. When he was done her legs were **** apart and forward by the girth of the barrel, leaving both her twat and asshole fully exposed and ****.

Ranma tugged on her bonds and felt a thrill at how little give they had. It would take a lot of focus to snap her restraints and she could already feel her control of her internal energy slipping as her sexual excitement ratcheted up. Once the guys got their big dicks in her she knew that she’d be getting well and truly screwed because she wasn’t going to get loose from this barrel till they released her. It was a scary vulnerability that could be very bad if a strong well hung enemy got between her legs, but with her nakama that level of helplessness only excited her. They could do anything they wanted to her, and there wasn’t a damn thing she’d be able to do about it. It was the ultimate expression of her desire to surrender control. She enjoyed sex with all of them, except Sanji. She was hoping the new cook would be as fun in the sack as the rest of the crew, and Ranma included Nami in that category which might have surprised the navigator. Nami might not have a cock, but she was still dominant as hell, which was what Ranma really wanted in her owner.

Despite that, Ranma had never felt this excited before she’d actually gotten a dick inside her. Her ass clenched and that was almost enough to trip her over the edge into an orgasm, but not quite. “Fuck me!” she demanded.

A hand dug into her hair and wrenched her head up so she was left staring at Zoro’s fat dick and his green pubic hair, which always came as a bit of a shock to Ranma every time she saw it. “We’re not here for your pleasure, little slut! You’re here for ours!” he growled as he fisted his cock and rubbed the tip across her face, dodging her attempts to wrap her mouth around the tasty chunk of man meat in front of her.

The smell of Zoro’s musk made Ranma’s mouth water. She loved the taste of him and she strained her neck trying to reach the drooling tip that he held just out of her reach. “Please,” she begged, her hands curling up into fists from frustration.

“There you go. You just had to ask nicely,” Zoro told her as he leaned in and allowed her to engulf the bulbous tip of his dick. She let out a moan of delight as she sucked heavily and flooded her mouth with the taste of his pre-cum. She closed her eyes in delight as she savored the treat. The only thing better would be when he filled her belly with his seed.

“I’m surprised, shitty cook. I half-way expected you to have a pussy instead of a dick,” Zoro growled, just as Ranma felt a pair of strange hands running over her exposed ass, fingers probing and exploring her flesh like a cook checking out a roast. It was a bit unsettling, but it felt pretty good despite that.

“I’ve never had any complaints, Moss Head,” Sanji answered Zoro back in a tone of voice that implied that Zoro wouldn’t be able to say the same thing.

Ranma tried to pull her head back so she could get free of Zoro’s cock. She wanted to get a good look at what Sanji was sporting between his legs. Unfortunately for her Zoro was having none of that. His fingers tightened their grip on her hair and he **** himself further into her mouth. “Guck,” Ranma gagged slightly as his dick tip bumped the top of her throat and made it impossible for her to twist her head around to get a peek at what was about to be shoved up either her cunt or ass.

“Pay attention to what’s right in front of you!” Zoro ordered her.

Ranma made some muffled complaints, the only sort she could make with her mouth stuffed with Zoro’s manhood. She really wanted to get a good look at the newest candy-bar in her private hoard. She was sure that Sanji must be hung like a horse, otherwise Zoro would not have made the comment he had.

Ranma felt Sanji’s thumbs digging into her ass crack, spreading her open even further than her current bondage was already doing. The next thing she felt was his breath as he exhaled a large gust of air after taking a good sniff of her snatch. “Prime fillet,” Sanji complimented her. She felt his face press between her legs and she let out a moan around Zoro’s cock as Sanji ran his tongue up and down her slit.

Ranma heard a low growl from Zoro, and the next minute the fat head of his cock was forcing its way into her throat. Ranma had gotten a lot better at sword swallowing since her first time. She could take Usopp to the balls in one smooth plunge, but Zoro’s girth was still too much for her to accommodate him that quickly. It usually took her a few minutes to loosen her throat, unless Zoro ‘encouraged’ her. Normally he was content to let her go at her own pace, lightly stroking her head with one hand while swilling booze with his other. Not this time. His hand held her head firmly in place as he worked his length down her throat far faster than she could handle comfortably. Which to be truthful she preferred to be allowed to set her own pace. She wouldn’t get better without pushing her limits and she found she had a tendency to slack when it came to sex with the guys.

Ranma felt the familiar strain as her throat expanded to accommodate Zoro. She could easily picture her slim neck bulging like a snake swallowing a rat as the bulbous head of his dick **** its way down the tight passage. Next came the blockage of her airwave and she let out a strangled groan as her arousal ramped up. Breath play was a favorite. The intensity of the feeling when her body started to starve for oxygen was powerful. The only thing that got her motor running hotter was when Luffy penetrated her from cock to mouth. Or the reverse, which felt incredibly weird. Sometimes when Luffy had fully impaled her like that she found herself imagining herself being spitted on a pole by a tribe of cannibals. The bouncing of her body as Luffy fucked her, translated in her mind to the sensation she experienced when they slung the pole over their shoulders as they carried her impaled body back to the tribe for dinner.

Even with her throat filled to the brim with cock Ranma’s moans were audible as her throat vibrated. She sounded like a contented cat. A very big cat.

Between Ranma’s legs Sanji’s tongue, which had been exploring her outer folds, suddenly became more aggressive and began to target her most sensitive nerve endings, and not just her clit. Sanji seemed really good at finding just the right spot. Despite the distraction offered by Zoro’s bulk and her inability to breath Ranma soon found herself twisting her hips and pushing back as best she was able at Sanji’s nimble tongue. Her orgasm was no surprise, she’d felt it coming from a mile off, but the intensity was a bit of a shock. She’d never come this hard without a cock buried deep in her body. Her whole body shuddered and her throat milked Zoro’s cock like a machine as she frantically swallowed and gagged around his shaft.

“Figures, you shitty cook!” Zoro said in a scathing tone. “That someone who’s all talk would prefer to use his tongue instead of his cock!” Matching actions to words, Zoro began to pump himself in and out of Ranma’s mouth, causing her to gag and cough as her airways were alternatively freed and blocked. Tears ran down her cheeks from the stress, but not for a minute did she stop using her tongue and mouth as best she could.

Sanji pulled his face out from between Ranma’s legs, much to her displeasure, and snarked back at Zoro. “And some people prefer to savor a meal instead of gulping it down like a dog.”

“And some people know the difference between a hot woman and a slab of meat!” Zoro retorted as he began to bounce his balls off of Ranma’s chin every couple of seconds, causing her body, and the barrel she was tied to, to rock back and forth as he used her throat like a cunt.

A firm hand on her ass steadied Ranma, and the next minute she felt a pair of greasy fingers pushing between her cheeks and smearing her little pink chrysanthemum with lubricant. She tried to indicate with body language that she wanted Sanji to return his attention to her drooling cunt. She wanted another one of those orgasms. But, the cook either didn’t understand what her hip motions meant, or was ignoring the signals. He patiently greased her up , and loosened her rectum with one finger, then two, and finally three. Ranma was squealing around Zoro by the time he finished prepping her ass.

Ranma heard Zoro grumbling, but the swordsman could hardly find fault in the cook making use of Ranma’s back door instead of her cunt. Even after finding out her twat could accommodate his cock Zoro still tended to prefer her ass out of habit. Even lost in a haze of pleasure, and dealing with the stress of Zoro throat fucking her, Ranma retained enough awareness to wonder if Sanji had the same motivation as Zoro. Was he too well hung to fit his cock balls deep in a normal girl her size? She really hoped so. If he was, she looked forward to him finding out she wasn’t exactly a normal girl. Ranma still hadn’t figured out why that was the case, but she sure enjoyed the benefits that accrued because of it.

Sanji shifted his hand on Ranma’s ass and popped his thumb into her ass while his fingers toyed with her cunt. His talented fingers soon unleashed a chain of orgasms that had her body twitching and jerking on top of the barrel, much to the annoyance of Zoro who kept grumbling about Sanji’s reliance on using everything but his cock to get Ranma off.

Zoro had a bit of a point. If Sanji had been doing a solo act with Ranma she would have found his manipulations a bit vanilla, if not an outright turn-off. The powerful reaction Sanji was wringing out of her small body had at least as much to do with the brutal use of her throat by Zoro as it did his own manipulation of Ranma’s sexual nerves. Ranma needed that over the top physical domination to release the submissive side of her personality that allowed her to embrace something as personally intimate as sex. Anytime the men got cuddly, only really a problem with Luffy, she felt uncomfortable. She didn’t mind it with Nami, but it just seemed wrong to her for a guy to be into cuddling. On the other hand, Sanji’s efforts did complement and expand on her reaction to Zoro’s ****. Zoro relied on his sheer bulk rather than any knowledge about how a girl was wired. She had a feeling most of his sex sessions in the past had just been for relief. He was still getting the hand of the recreational variety.

In the end, the result of the two of them double teaming her let them fix what the other lacked, to Ranma’s benefit. This resulted in Ranma feeling like she was about to fly apart from sheer sensation, much to her delight. Even after nearly a month Ranma was finding there were aspects and levels to sex she had never suspected.

Despite Zoro’s insults Sanji patiently continued to work Ranma up into a froth before he finally deemed her prepared enough for the main entree. Ranma was so out of it that she was barely aware of him shifting his stance behind her, until she felt her rectum breached by something a whole lot bigger than a thumb. She groaned around Zoro’s cock, which was currently balls deep in her throat, as Sanji eased himself into her bowels. She could feel from the cool sensation around the perimeter of her asshole that Sanji had made sure his cock was well coated with grease. A good chunk of that lubrication was being scrubbed off the tight little ring of muscle he was forcing open and sliding through.

In her current state all Ranma knew was that Sanji was large enough to make her feel it, and at the moment that was all she wanted from a man. She clenched down on him, making it hard for even his well lubricated cock to push deeper, but Sanji reached down and gave her clit a pinch, causing her to shudder as an orgasm rippled through her loins. Sanji surfed the spasms, holding still as she tightened, and easing forward as she relaxed. Like a fisherman playing a large fish he let her run until tired, and then reeled in when she rested. Ranma could feel him filling more and more of her bowels, but she had lost track of how much cock he had **** into her body. All she knew was that at the moment he was long enough to reach the special places that always shorted out her ability to focus due to sexual overload.

Ranma’s orgasms and groans and moans had stimulated Zoro to the point that even his competitive nature could not make him hold out any longer and he gave a final thrust that pressed his balls against Ranma’s chin as he unloaded into her belly. She felt the familiar warmth of his seed filling her stomach, causing her to feel comfortably full. With a gasp she sucked in air as Zoro pulled out, and sprayed the last few shots of cum over her face, marking his territory even as Sanji began to shuttle the full length of his cock in and out of her ass. Her body was rocked back and forth, as was the barrel she was laid over, as Sanji gave up any pretense of control and just hammered her for all he was worth.

Ranma’s head hung limp over the lip of the barrel, rolling side to side as sperm dribbled out of her slack mouth. She has passed the point where she could actively participate in the activity and had degraded to the status of receptacle. Usopp didn’t seem to mind as he stepped forward and lifted her head up so he could push his cock into her slack mouth. Out of instinct Ranma began to suck on his shaft.

Maybe because there was no way he could match Zoro’s performance, Usopp was perfectly happy to let Ranma suckle on the bulbous head of his dick as his pre-cum flowed into her mouth and mixed with her saliva and the mixture drooled out around the edges and dripped off her chin.

Having helped to reduce Ranma to a drooling mess, Sanji unloaded his own load deep into her bowels with a sigh of pleasure as he leaned up against her firm ass and enjoyed the feeling of her colon massaging his slowly shrinking cock. Only when the milking action of Ranma’s ass had wrung every last drop of cum out of his balls did he ease himself out of her, leaving her ass gaping and cum drooling out of the distended hole and over her pulsing pussy before dripping down the side of the barrel to the deck.

Usopp didn’t last very long. Carving the wooden buttplug Zoro had shoved up Nami’s ass, and imagining her prancing around as a bunny girl had put his libido in overdrive. Watching the two men fuck Ranma into a coma had finished the job. He soon added his contribution to the mess as his ejaculate overflowed Ranma’s mouth. He pulled out and held his cock firmly as he directed the last few shots to paint her face with a good layer of spunk.

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Nami watched the scene from the shadow of the pilothouse doorway, a hand lightly stroking her sex while her other hand fondled her breast. Behind her the cotton tail attached to the big fat butt plug shoved up her ass twitched as her pelvis contracted. Damn, seeing Ranma get wrecked by oversized cocks was hot as fuck. Maybe it was because the redhead enjoyed sex so much, the more **** the better. Nami always got the warm and fuzzies watching the little redhead unabashedly throw herself into perverse acts. She felt a proprietary pride over her property’s durability and abilities.

Nami frowned at that thought. She knew Ranma was serious about being her property, but they were crewmates now. And Nami knew that there could only be one captain on a ship. Luffy might have no issue conceding authority to her when it came to her speciality, but she had a feeling he would not approve of Ranma being segregated from the crew because of the oath the tiny girl had given Nami.

There was another reason she was bothered by the current status-quo. Captain Ryoga! She’d been shocked, and humiliated, when he’d shown up at Arlong Park as she was sucking off Arlong. But the biggest surprise had been Arlong’s reaction. By all rights he should have ripped the man’s head off. But he hadn’t. She had no idea what haki was, but it was enough to make Arlong tread cautiously. That did not bode well. If Captain Ryoga was that strong there was no way she could protect Ranma from him if he showed up. It might take not just Luffy, but the whole crew.

She was going to have to have a talk with Ranma. Later, after the redhead had recovered from being fucked bowlegged. In the meantime Nami would enjoy the show.

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“Soooo, good!” Ranma moaned as she twitched on top of the barrel. “Again,” she said weakly. “Not beaten yet.”

“Shee, shee, shee. Of course not. You wouldn’t be my cabin girl if you were that weak!” Luffy hiss laughed between his teeth as he gave the well fucked redhead an affectionate pat on the ass. Even though he had stripped down, and his cock was currently about eight or ten inches long, Luffy made no effort to add his contribution to the mess coating Ranma. Instead he snapped the ropes holding the small redhead in place and carried her over to the side of the boat. He then stretched out his arms and dunked her in the cold ocean water ten feet below, shocking her awake. Luffy’s hand snapped back to the middle of the deck and he snatched up a cleaning brush. Soon he was dunking the sputtering Ranma in and out of the ocean while scrubbing her skin clean, and turning it red from abrasion. The stiff bristles in particular abraded her sensitive tit flesh and they were soon looking like a pair of boiled lobsters.

“Ahhhh! What? You jerk, Luffy!” Ranma gurgled as she sputtered out several mouthfuls of ice cold water as Luffy lifted her in and out of the ocean waves, being careful to only get a minimum amount of his own body wet from the salt water that could drain his energy.

For that was the curse of the Devil Fruits. You gained great power, but for the rest of your life you were an anchor. You could not swim, and contact with salt-water would short out your ability, leaving you helpless and barely functional. But a little contact was tolerable, otherwise the overspray from the waves would have reduced Luffy to a constant comatose state.

Ranma began to fight back, struggling against Luffy’s grip. She tried squeezing and pinching his arm, but his rubbery flesh only squashed without seeming to cause the rubber man any discomfort. The battle computer that was Ranma’s brain tossed up a suggestion and she poured some energy into her hand, turning it black with haki. She pinched Luffy again, and this time was rewarded with an exclamation of pain from him.

“Ouch, that hurts!” Luffy protested as he released his hold on Ranma and pulled his hand up to his mouth so he could suck on the hurt area.

“Ahhhhh!” Ranma cried out as the Going Merry pulled away from her, leaving her floating alone in the ocean. “Bad idea!” she cursed as she began to swim as hard as she could after the small caravel.

“Catch on,” Luffy yelled, and Ranma looked up to see the captain stretching his arm out toward her with his hand wide open. He had a wide grin on his face that she could make out despite the distance. Easier to spot was the erection that had gone from a respectable eight inches to a monster that hung down to his knees. Below the monstrous shaft dangled Luffy’s balls, swollen to the size of grapefruit and holding who knows how much cum.

“Not this time, Luffy,” Ranma said as she reached out and took the offered hand. Instantly Luffy yanked her out of the water and straight at him. It was Ranma’s turn to grin as she adopted a superhero pose and extended her free hand toward Luffy while focusing. Her outstretched fist turned dead black to the wrist. Calling up Haki was getting easier and easier, Ranma noticed, even as she examined the rapidly approaching form of Luffy. Now where to punch the captain that would sooth her annoyance, but would not prevent him from spearing her with that monster, eventually.

Showing he could learn, Luffy’s eyes widened when Ranma was close enough for him to spot her black hand. He jumped to the side while using the hand holding Ranma to divert her path away from him.

Unfortunately that put Ranma on a direct course for the pilothouse. Seeing Nami’s horrified expression looming closer Ranma kicked to the side to shift her course and then tucked into a ball which slammed into the pilothouse wall next to the door, causing the sturdy planks to crack and the whole structure to shake, causing dust from the ceiling joist to sift down over Nami, turning her orange hair slightly grey. She gave out a cough to blow some of the dust cloud out of her lungs.

Ranma rolled out of the debris and flung herself at Luffy who was waiting for her with arms wide.

A second later both Ranma and Luffy were rolling around on the deck, clutching at their aching head, suffering from a furious female protagonist’s fist-of-fury. Nami stood over them with a clenched fist that looked twice normal sized and was slightly smoking as she screamed. “Don’t wreck the ship, idiots! With a disgusted snort she turned and marching back to the pilothouse, her cottontail projecting a surprising amount of emotion for an artificial sex toy with every stomp and twitch of Nami’s hips.

Of the two, Ranma was the more cowed, leaving her **** as the rubber man cupped her head with a set of elongated fingers and picked her up into the air. Showing what Ranma regarded as proper respect, the captain did not hold back, but rather punched her in the gut hard enough to nearly fold her in half around his fist. The air wooshed out of her lungs and left her breathless. She fought to draw in air with her paraylized diaphragm only lose even more when Luffy slammed her down hard enough against the deck that she bounced. Showing that he had listened to Nami, Luffy restricted his **** and did not throw Ranma through the deck. The planks only creaked a bit.

Before the temporarily breathless girl could react, Luffy lept onto Ranma and tucked her arms over his shoulders. Forcing his arms around her torso legs and arms he hugged her tight, pulling her face up between her own legs and squashing her tits against her calves.

Ranma was still a bit dazed when the fat tip of Luffy’s cock found the entrance to her cunt. He didn’t allow Ranma time to regain her senses, but thrust hard as soon as he felt her wetness. Luck favored him and despite the size of his spike compared to his target he hit a bullseye and managed to pop the tip into Ranma’s cunt.

Ranma’s eyes flew open as the largest cock she’s yet to encounter was **** into her tight twat. Her mouth opened in a scream of distress that tapered off into a gurgle as the pain overwhelmed her body,

“Too big!” Ranma finally managed to wheeze, only to earn a snicker from Luffy. “Don’t be silly. How can you get tougher if you ain’t pushed past your limits.”

Ranma had no way to know that Luffy was channeling his own grandfather. To her those words could have come out of the mouth of her very own father. She had been conditioned by years of training to pretty much give up protesting when she heard those words. Any thought of asking Luffy to take his time, or give up outright fled and she accepted the fact that she was going to get fucked with a sixteen inch cock as thick as Zoro’s wrist, and there was nothing she could do about it except grit her teeth and take it.

Despite her current discomfort, Ranma was riding an adrenaline high and was as well prepared as it was possible for her to be, going by the large amount of lubrication that squirted out of her twat as Luffy’s cock displaced everything that was not actually connected to her flesh.

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Nami really hoped that Luffy realized that Ranma was not normal. If he tried to shove that version of his ever-changing cock into her, she’d die. Without thinking about it she assembled her staff and got ready to intervene if needed. She glanced over at Zoro, and saw the swordsman watching the little redhead get **** closely, but not in a prurient way, unlike Usopp, who was fondling his own cock in anticipation. Zoro saw her looking and gave her a slight nod of acknowledgement. If he judged that an intervention was in order, he’d step in. Sanji mirrored Zoro’s attitude, though he looked a lot more worried than Zoro. Nami felt a little relieved. If Luffy pushed Ranma past whatever her limits were, and wasn’t smart enough to know it, those two would step in. Meaning she wouldn’t have to put herself anywhere near the monster Luffy was currently sporting between his legs.

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“Ughh, huggg, ugggg, huggg,” Ranma grunted as Luffy twisted his hips and **** inch after inch of his most recent monster cock variation deeper and deeper into her body. Stress tears ran out from under her clenched eyelids while her hands curled up into fists. Zoro and Sanji had only been the warm up act. This was the real deal. Even as she felt like she was going to be split in half, she felt herself anticipating the feel of Luffy’s swollen balls nestling into the crack of her ass, and letting her know that she’d taken every inch he had to offer.

It wasn’t the length that was the issue. The last time Ranma had fucked Luffy she’d ended up with the tip of his dick on the verge of coming out of her mouth and this current version of Luffy’s cock wasn’t that long. This time it was the girth that was the issue. It was bigger than a baby, and Ranma’s belly demonstrated that fact rather graphically. It was only the pressure of her legs pressing against it that kept her stomach from looking like she was five or six months pregnant.

As always the feel of a cock working back and forth in her cunt, while she was totally helpless to do anything about it, both excited and calmed Ranma. She didn’t have to do anything but take it. Just the way she liked it.

“Hugh, hugh, hugh,” Ranma gasp/grunted, as Luffy’s arms contracted and loosened around her body as his cock thrust deeper and deeper inside it. Her body was like a bellow every time she drew in a breath, Luffy was forcing it out of her.

When Ranma finally felt Luffy’s spunk laden balls settle into the crack of her ass she orgasmed, while at the same time feeling a sense of accomplishment. She’d taken that monster to the balls. She was the girl. She wanted her legs free so she could wrap them around Luffy’s waist, and her arms free so she could hug his neck while she sank her teeth into his shoulder. But, at the same time being totally constrained was good too. She had a feeling if she were free she’d be longing to be held helpless. Girls always wanted something different from what they had. It exasperated the hell out of her when she was a guy, but she was perfectly fine with it as a girl.

Luffy just rested on top of her for a minute after getting every last inch into her cunt, and Ranma was starting to worry that he’d done something stupid like fall asleep, but it turned out he was just getting his second wind. She let out a low moan as Luffy lifted his hips and slowly dragged his cock out of her overstretched quim. The suction was so great that Luffy had to hold Ranma’s small body in place as he withdrew. When half his length was visible, he reversed direction and pushed it back into Ranma, drawing a groan from her, followed by a gasp as he withdrew again. He slowly built up speed, shuttling his cock in and out of her helpless body, soon he had enough speed that his swinging balls began to slap against her ass every couple of seconds. Her orgasms began to blend together until she could not tell when one ended and another began, her body was just one big cluster of sensation.

When Luffy came he flooded Ranma’s womb with a huge load, and due to the seal caused by his girth, **** it to expand. There was nowhere for the huge gushes of sperm to do but into Ranma’s belly which had already expanded to accommodate Luffy’s cock. Luffy eased his arms out from around Ranma, allowing her legs to flop free. He lifted himself up on his hands and toes so the only thing connecting him to the small girl was his cock, which continued to pulse as her belly slowly expanded. It was as if Luffy’s cock was an airline, and Ranma was some sort of perverted pool toy it was inflating. By the time Luffy’s balls had shrunk down to their normal size Ranma looked like she was about to give birth to triplets.

With a happy sigh, Luffy rolled over onto his back, popping his cock out of Ranma grossly distended twat that gushed out at least a gallon of cum once the blockage was removed. But despite that there was still enough sperm trapped inside her body to give her create a pronounced bulge in her belly. She didn’t look nine months pregnant anymore, only three months at best.

“Say, luffy?” Ranma said in a questioning tone as she panted. “Do you poop?” The question came out of nowhere and those members of the crew who heard it were nonplussed.

Luffy on the other hand reacted in surprise as he rolled over on his side and looked at Ranma with a strange expression, slowly a grin crossed his face and he answered her. “Nope. Never.”

[there is a running gag in One Piece where every time Luffy meets someone with a weird body or shape, he asks if they poop. It seems a rather strange thing to ask someone, unless there is a reason he might wonder about it. ^_^]