Chapter 20: The Decision

Randi’s new life was a whirlwind of exhibitionism and submission. She reveled in the attention her naked body garnered, whether it was admiration or disdain. Vishal proudly paraded her around the city, taking her to grocery stores, sporting events, and the park. He even began having her worship his cock in public, a display of his ultimate control over her.

One morning, Randi woke up feeling nauseous. She rushed to the bathroom, her stomach churning as she vomited. Despite her modified mind, a faint memory of her past pregnancies surfaced. She giggled, her eyes shining with excitement as she realized what was happening. She was pregnant, and she couldn’t wait to tell Vishal.

She found him in the living room, his brow furrowed in thought. She approached him, her voice a high-pitched, excited babble. “Like, oh my gosh, Vishal, I have, like, the most amazing news ever! I’m, like, pretty sure I’m pregnant and stuff!”

Vishal looked up at her, his eyes widening in shock. He had never dealt with a pregnancy before, and he wasn’t sure what to expect or how to handle it. He needed time to think, to figure out what to do.

He sent Randi to his room, his mind racing with the implications of her news. He sat in the living room, his phone in hand as he dialed the numbers of his trusted friends, seeking their advice.

The first friend he called listened intently, his voice thoughtful. “Vishal, man, this is a big deal. You should marry her, raise the kid, start a life together. It’s the right thing to do.”

Vishal hesitated, considering the idea. But he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that kind of commitment, that kind of responsibility. He called another friend, hoping for a different perspective.

This friend was more pragmatic, his voice cold and calculating. “Look, man, you should see the pregnancy through, let her give birth, and then sell the kid. Randi won’t care, and you can make some money off of it. It’s a win-win.”

Vishal’s brow furrowed, his mind racing with the implications of such a decision. He wasn’t sure if he could go through with something so callous, so heartless. He dialed the number of his last friend, hoping for a clearer path forward.

This friend was more straightforward, his voice firm and decisive. “Dude, you should get an abortion. Randi’s hot as fuck right now, and you don’t want her all marred by pregnancy. Plus, you don’t even know who the father is. You don’t want to raise someone else’s kid, man.”

Vishal sat back, his mind swirling with the different opinions and possibilities. He was confused, torn between his desire to maintain control over Randi and his fear of the unknown. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the decision he knew he had to make.

After hours of thought and deliberation, Vishal finally came to a conclusion. He stood up, his mind made up, his path forward clear. He walked to his room, where Randi was waiting, her eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.

He looked at her, his voice firm and decisive. “Randi, I’ve made a decision. We’re going to keep the baby. We’re going to raise it together, as a family.”

Randi’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open in a delighted gasp. “Like, oh my gosh, Vishal, are you, like, serious? That’s, like, the most amazing thing ever! I’m so fucking happy right now!”

Vishal smiled, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and trepidation. He knew that this path would be challenging, that it would test him in ways he had never been tested before. But he also knew that it was the right thing to do, the responsible thing to do.

He took Randi’s hand, his voice soft but sure. “Yes, Randi, I’m serious. We’re going to do this together. We’re going to be a family.”