The Futa Pill: You Head to the Bathroom to See What's Happening in Your Panties (Patreon)

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“I... I need to use the bathroom,” you squeak to your friend Cassie, the waxed, plastic cup crumpling in your panicked hand.

“Are you okay?” Cassie asks.

“I'm fine,” you say as you power walk out of your cubicle. It's that fast trot of someone who wants to run but can't. Your heels thud on the carpet flooring of the office. 

You pass Todd's cubicle, your heart racing. The frumpy guy doesn't glance at you as he plugs away at his computer. You're glad, because you're panties are getting tighter and tighter around your clit. You're stomach's twisting and writhing from the nibbles of dread. There's is something weird going on. You're on the verge of panicking, your heart pounding fast.

This is why pills weren't tested out on humans but on animals first.

You dart into the ladies' room. You hear your friend following you as you rush to the furthest stall, darting past the pink-painted, metal doors on your right, a bank of sinks on your left. Your clit feels tortured in your panties now. There's a bulge at the front of your skirt.

“No, no, no,” you mutter beneath your breath, terrified of what you'll find. You burst into the stall and then slam the door shut and lock it.

“What's wrong?” Cassie asks, standing just outside the door.

“I'm fine,” you repeat even as your shaky hands draw up your charcoal pencil skirt. The bulge is twitching. It's like you have a... a...

But you can't have a cock.

You bit your lip, Cassie passing back and forth outside your stall. You suck in deep breaths as you draw your skirt over your light-blue satin panties. There is something in there. Something big and thick and throbbing.

You have a cock.

You shove down your panties. Your new dick pops out, thrusting out from the shaved folds of your pussy. It's huge. Thick and throbbing, bigger than any guy's you've ever dated. Ever seen. Your heart races as you touch it.

You gasp at how hot it feels. It throbs in your hand. You bit your lip, unable to stop yourself from stroking up and down your shaft. The pink tip's spongy and swollen. It's leaking clear fluid. Precum. You have a dick that's leaking precum.

How was this possible? What did the futa pill do to you?

You have this powerful need to masturbate it. To just jerk off your dick and pump away at it. You feel like you need to cum. It's an overwhelming urge to just stroke off right now. You want to surrender to it, to masturbate furiously. But Cassie is right outside the stall. She's quivering, freaked out. You need to tell her something. You could tell her the truth. Naughty ideas pop into your head.

Your new clit-dick throbs in your grip.

Do you make an excuse to get her away, do you just surrender to your cock's ache and start masturbating, or do you show her what's happened?

What do you do?

Do you masturbate in the bathroom stall? 

Do you tell your friend you're fine? 

Do you open the stall door and show your friend?