The Futa Pill - You and Deandra Put Paris in Her Place! (Patreon)

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“Look at you two,” hisses Paris as she stalks towards you and Deandra as the pair of you disentangle.

Such frustration flows through you. You were just about to express your feelings to Deandra. You and the Black futa-scientist had forged something special. You're the only two futas in the world. You saw such depths in her eyes.

“You're filthy, fucking in the middle of...” The redhead's words trail off. The shocked look flashing across her face is amazing. You drink it in, smiling, pleased by the stunned surprise. It makes your pussy wet to witness it. “How do you have... Those are cocks... and... and... You have pussy lips...”

Deandra glances at you and rolls her eyes. You giggle. “Right? She's so pathetic. One look at our cocks and she's melting.”

“But... but...” Paris shudders. “You can't... Those are...”

“Yes, yes, impossible,” Deandra says, waving a dismissive hand. The dark-skinned scientist stares at you.

Your heart beats faster. “So, uh, you want to get out of here, Deandra? Play with our cocks more?”

Deandra smiles, something almost virginal. Pleasure dances in her eyes. “I'd think I'd love that. I'm not sure I want to share this with the company, you know what I mean.”

“The company?” Paris gasps. “You made these with the company's resources.”

You ignore the bitch as you draw on your discarded clothes. Deandra does the same. You cram your hard cocks back into panties, the tips thrusting out the top of the waistbands. Then you pull on your skirt while Deandra struggles to pull up her skinny jeans. She blushes as her cock sticks out the top.

“Figures it was a bad idea to wear a belly shirt. I guess I'm walking out with my lab coat closed.”

“Mmm, then you can flash me whenever you want,” you say as you button up your blouse.

“Talk to me,” Paris says. “You have to tell me how this is possible. You both grew dicks. Do you know what this means?”

“That we're going to my place and bust out my toy collection,” says Deandra. “We're going to see just how much fun we can get up to.”

“Hot,” you say, grinning at her.

Deandra goes to a cabinet. She pulls out an amber medicine bottle. Then she dumps them down the sink, turning on the faucet. Water splashes down the drain. Paris gasps and lunges at them, realizing with they must be. You stick your foot out.

Paris stumbles, falling to her knees. Her fiery hair sweeps about her face. She looks up at Deandra in shock. You don't care. You found something better than working at this dumb company. You have a new cock. It's like having a new beginning.

Deandra, swaddled in her lab coat, saunters past the stunned Paris. You offer your arm to the futa-scientist. She takes it and kisses you on the lips. A fast smooch but still sets your blood on fire. Your futa-cock throbs. You leave Paris behind.

On the elevator ride down to the lobby, you lean over and whisper what you were feeling in the lab before you were rudely interrupted.

Deandra beams and whispers back her own words. Your heart pounding, you set off with Deandra. Together, you're going to make futa-science all on your own. The pair of you don't need NLP Chemicals to do it.

Just each other.

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