The Futa Pill: You Hold off and Hope that You Make It to the Lab (Patreon)

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It takes all your self-control not to make a move on Miranda. She's so cute and delicious. You just want to grab her. Kiss her. You want to whip out your new clit-dick and stroke it. To fist up and down that hard shaft until your cum fires out of you. It would be incredible. An amazing delight to experience. Your fingers flex, your heart racing as you squirm.

The elevator descends as your clit-dick throbs and spasms. Your pussy soaks your panties. You've never been so horny in your life. You can't believe what the futa pill has done to you. You draw in a deep breath, your heart racing.

“So, how goes the war with your pill and... What's the nickname of Dr. Isabella's.”

“Slut pill,” you say. Dr. Isabella led Paris's team. “Badly. The futa pill is being shut down and... Why I'm heading down to the lab. Have to speak to Dr. Deandra.”

“She's fun,” said Miranda. She glances back at you as the elevator slows for the 31st floor where the customer service department is located. “You're looking... flushed.” This gleam appears in Miranda's eyes. It's almost... sexual.

The doors open as you consider it. She steps off the elevator, staring back at you, her cheeks blushing bright. Just as you realize she was feeling some attraction to you, the door slides shut and the elevator lurches down.

“Damn,” you moan, your clit-dick begging for attention. To just be stroked. To be fisted up and down until you explode. “Damn, damn, damn!”

You come closer and closer to the 13th floor. You pass the 27th, the 23rd. You bite your lip as the 20th goes by. You squirm, your pussy on fire. Your futa-dick throbs. The 15th floor flashes by, and then the elevator starts to slow. The 14th floor appears on the indicator. You can hear the cables groaning.

“Almost there.”

13th floor.

Your futa-dick pulses as the elevator stops. The doors open and you're about to step out when you blink. Dr. Isabella Murphy is standing there, her black hair spilling about her pale face, her blue eyes flicking up and down you.

She's beautiful. Your pussy clenches as you stare at her in breathless lust. Your new clit-dick pulses and throbs, aching to burst free of your skirt and have fun. Your eyes flick down to the bronze blouse she's wearing beneath her white lab coat, her large tits rising and falling with her breaths.

“Oh, are you here to help with my pill?” she asks. “Paris just told me your, eh, futa pill is getting shut down. If you are, come along.”

You swallow. Dr. Isabella is so sexy. If you go to her lab, get alone with her, you could do such naughty things. But Deandra is just at the end of the hallway. You're almost within reach of finding out answers to what has happened. Do you take Dr. Isabella up on her offer, or do you keep going to see Deandra?

What do you choose?

Do you continue on to Deandra's lab? 

Do you decide to help Isabella in her lab?