Naked Boobs that Defy Gravity

Though made sleepy and weaker by all the cums Ranma has **** out of you, you push yourself away from the the pigtailed girl. She lets you fall to the floor. The little woman looms over you, smirking, obviously thinking she has defeated a foe by turning your cock into just a dick. You cannot let her think she can rack up wins over you.

“You are honor-bound to do as I tell you.”

“Only as far as the Three Laws apply.” What “Three Laws," she asks herself, puzzled and troubled. They’re the Three Laws of Robotics, but Robo-Ranma is programmed to be unable to recognized that she’s one. So she turns to something a real Ranma would say: “...of the Code.” The smirk is gone.

“Take your clothes off. Get naked.”

The Ranma just shrugs. She has been expecting this, and normally whether she was nude or not didn’t much matter to her, only other people. And she was used to treating her sexy, little body with the outrageous curves as a weapon against other people.

The pigtailed girl undressed like a guy. Kicking off her slip-ons, she loosens her belt and lets her black silk pants fall down her short but shapely legs. Her feet finds material to step on and kick away even as her hands loosens the collar of the red, Chinese shirt. Pulling on it, her hourglass midriff appears above her boxer shorts. You watch her cute face disappears inside the shirt. Hunched over, her braless tits remain hidden until her red head comes out the shirttails. Her tits are now freed to wobble and jiggle about. You catch a flash of annoyance from the girl guy at what you find wonderful to look at. These looks are why you have a Ranma roboslut; they add spices that girl girl could not provide. It is the reason you didn’t have her do a striptease. That and pole dancing could come later.

Tossing the undershirt and shirt on the pile with the pants and shoes, all that the buxom girl still has on are her boxers. Her fingers are in the elastic...but her hands shift to rest on her hips. And remain there. She’s annoyed that your eyes are still mainly on her chest. (Her tits seem unusually big for such a small girl; and they make her nipples look unusually small.) Suddenly her tits stop moving about and remain absolutely still and seeming to defy gravity.

It’s a wonder to you until you think, “You can use the martial arts skills you’ve trained into your body to control even your tits?”

“Right,” Ranma says, her chest expanding some from pride, her tits not flattening in the least. “That way I don’t gotta wear no bra or nothing.” Her pride is dampened as she realizes she has just started you thinking about the perverse things you could have her do with them; things no ordinary woman could do with their boobs. Things a guy would never want to be able to do. More annoyed, now, she yanks down on and steps out of her underpants. She throws them in your face. “There! I ain’t got nothing on!”

When you pull the boxers off your face, her pussy is in full view. There is no hair there; she's as bald as if she were waxed. Her slit is not very defined as her outer lips are not swollen, her inner lips are tucked behind them, and her clit is hidden beneath its hood. Her pussy shows no sign of becoming a horny twat much less a hungry cunt. You had neglected to think of this when you chose the Ranma model of roboslut. Not only does having sex with a guy have no appeal to her, but sex of any kind is not a turn on to her. You didn’t want a real slut, but it looks like you got one that was just about the opposite of that.

Then an inspiration strikes you. “You can control your cunt muscles, too!”