Roger laid in bed under the covers, trying to get an extra hour of sleep, but finding it impossible to get a second of rest with the piano playing in the background. He really should throw the whole thing out, he hated piano and it’s only purpose seemed to be to annoy him in the morning. But he knew that Dorothy was fond of it and he’d get hell if he even suggested tossing it away. Dorothy believed the music made the baby happy.

When the music stopped, Roger thought he might get some rest until he heard footsteps coming towards his room. He buried himself further in the covers, hoping to be left alone, but no such luck. His blanket was pulled off of him rudely, leaving him lying on his bed naked in front of a smug looking android that told him calmly, “Roger smith, you had better not sleep in this much after Dorothy Jr. is born.”

Dorothy was pregnant. A thing Roger didn’t think was physically possible. Dorothy was an amazing robot, she felt real, thought like she was real and had real parts. One of those parts were a womb. Roger never used a condom with Dorothy, having no clue she could become pregnant so during one of their many times together he must have gotten her pregnant. He liked to believe that it had happened their first night together, the night they had made passionate love and he told her he loved her, rather then the morning after were he had a quickie with her in the bathroom.

Staring at the mother of his child, Roger had to admit she looked beautiful. Dorothy had taken to going around the house naked, saying it was good for the child, but Roger felt that it was good for him. Dorothy had a big round belly that stuck out several feet out; a pale dome of flesh that Roger loved to stroke fondly. It looked perfect on Dorothy, no stretch marks and looking completely natural. Above it, her large E-cup breasts bounced with every ridged step she took. Dorothy claimed that she needed to keep her breasts that size so the baby’s milk could be properly made, but like walking around the house naked, Roger thought it was meant for him.

“Are you going to get up and make me breakfast?” Dorothy demanded, a bit of impatience lacing her words. Another change was that Dorothy now needed to eat so the baby could absorb the nutrition. It was odd to see Dorothy eat because she had no programming on how to do it. She would just cram food into her mouth, sometimes letting it build in her flexible jaws until her cheeks were bulging out and she couldn’t even close her lips. Then she’d swallow it all in one gulp, sending a huge lump of food down her long, narrow throat. It was very fascinating to see.

After a minute of Roger saying nothing, Dorothy groaned loudly. “You are still angry at me for hiding this?” Dorothy gestured down to her belly and Roger quickly nodded. He would have liked to know that the could become a father. He felt betrayed by Dorothy for keeping this from him. He still loved her and would be happy to raise their child together, but he wasn’t going to drop the matter until Dorothy at least apologized. She actually had the gale to laugh at his panicked reaction to her pregnancy. First time she ever laughed and it was at him running around in a blind panic.

“Well, I know how to make you cooperate, Roger Smith. I do have my own negotiating skills,” Dorothy sultrily told Roger as she licked her lips. She was learning to display more emotions and Roger liked it. Hearing her moan for sex was so much hotter then her just tossing him to the ground and demanding it.

Dorothy gently took his cock in her hand and started rubbing it against her pregnant belly. The soft, silky skin feels amazing against his cock and Roger starts moaning. Feeling his cock getting hard in her hand, Dorothy bent over and opened her mouth, sucking the tip of Roger’s cock into her mouth with a slurp. Roger lies back with a smile on his face, gasping as Dorothy works her lips over his cock. The sex and romance had never stopped between them, not even after the shock of her pregnancy.

Dorothy claimed that nothing would change between her and Roger. They would continue to go out, continue to live together and continue to screw. The only change would be the extra mouth to feed. But Roger hoped for change. He didn’t want everything to remain as good as it was, he wanted it to be better. He wanted to marry Dorothy, move out of the loud, disgusting city and live happily forever with Dorothy and their child. It was a dream, but in the city of amnesia, dreams are never farfetched.