The Futa Pill: You Give Dr. Isabella the Slut Pill to Help Her (Patreon)

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Dr. Issy needs you! She's passed out, and through the gumdrop, yummy, marshmallowy goodiness on your mind, you vaguely remember that pills help.

“It's an emergess!” you say, tripping over the big word. It has too many syllables that are so hard to say, but you can't focus on that. You have to help poor Dr. Issy before she's too late.

You grab a pill and rush back to her passed out on the floor of her lab. Your yummy cummies are leaking out of her pussy and you feel so good an warm and wonderful from spurting all that happy juices into her cunt.

“Here you are, Dr. Issy!” you gasp, your ginormous breasts and massive cock bouncing before you. You sink to your knees and shove the pill into her mouth. 

She groans and swallows it. 

“You'll be okay, right, Dr. Issy!” you gasp, gripping her hand. “I need you to tell me to do things and so I can fuck you and cum in you and don't be hurt. This can't be an emergess! You have to be an okay!”

Dr. Issy's eyes flutter. She sits up and frowns. She rubs a hand across her right breast and kneads it. “I feel... weird.”

“Oh, no, didn't the pill work?” you gasp.

“Pill?” she asks, her eyes going wide. She grabs your shoulders. “Did you give me a pill.”

“Yep, they're medicine and medicine helps people in emergess! I know that. From... from...” You can't place where you know it.

“Oh, no, no,” she groans and bolts to her feet. “I need to throw-up and... and...” She glances down at her breasts.

They're growing.

You watch in awe as her boobs get bigger and bigger. Those itty bitty titties are becoming big, bouncy boobs. You clap in delight, vaguely remember that happening to your breasts. It was so long ago, like whole minutes earlier. 

That's too far back for anyone to remember.

“No,” Dr. Issy groans. She grabs her big, ballooning boobies and digs her fingers in them. “I'm growing big honkers.” She squeezes them. “But they don't honk. Why are boobies called honkers of they don't honk, Futa?”

“I don't know, Dr. Issy.” You glance down at your big boobies. “Do mine honk.”

“Ooh, ooh, squeeze them and let's find out!” A great, big, happy smile crosses Dr. Issy's face. She has big boobies like you.

“Right!” you say. “How do I test if my boobs honk.”

“I... I...” Dr. Issy's face scrunches up into something almost painful. You realize she's trying to think. That's so hard. It's easier just doing things and fucking and cumming and squeezing your boobies.

“Ooh, ooh, you have to squeeze them!” you realize and grab your big breasts. You gain your feet and squeeze your titties hard. Your fingers dig deep into your soft and squishy and wonderful flesh. 

Nothing.

“Drat,” Dr. Issy says. “I'm so confused why they're honkers.”

“They're boobies!” you say. “That's the bestest word for titties in the whole world.”

“Wow, that's soooooo big,” Dr. Issy says. “Bigger than this building. Bigger than the universe. The world's the biggest thing ever.”

You nod your head in complete agreement.

“Ooh, ooh, you have a cock!” Dr. Issy says. “You fuck with that cock and make me feel so happy and yummy and joyie. Can you fuck me now and fill me with all the cummies in the world!”

“Yes!” You are so eager for that. You want to just use your big cock and your bestest boobies and your aching cunt. “Bend over and—”

The door to the lab opens and a scary, redheaded woman enters. You gasp at the sight of the meanie mean person. She takes two steps in and blinks at the sight of you. You grab Dr. Issy, squeezing your titties against her.

“It's the badie, meanie person!” you whisper at the top of your lungs.

“Badie, meanie person?” the redhead says. It's Paris. You have the dimmest memories of her doing terrible things to you like call you names and steal your pill and make you get coffee. She didn't fuck you once.

Not a single, wingle time!

“You sound like a kindergartner,” she says. “And why are you two naked and... Jesus, Dr. Isabella, your tits are huge. So are yours.”

“It's Dr. Issy!” you say, glaring at the meanie person. “And I'm Futa and we're busty and happy and yummy girls who don't need a poopyhead around.”

“That's right!” Dr. Issy says. “We just need to fuck her cock and to play with our big boobies and do sciency thingies!”

“Sciency thingies?” Paris arches an eyebrow. “Are you two stoned? You sound like you're bimbos.”

“It's the happy pill!” you say. “It makes you into happy sluts with big boobies and... and... big boobies!”

“And wet pussies!” adds Dr. Issy. “I made it myself. With science!”

“Wait, did the slut pill turn you two airheads?” Paris arches an eyebrow. “Busty airheads? Damn, you two look like your H or I cups. Christ, Dolly Parton would look small by you two.”

“That's right!” you say and turn to face Paris head-on. Your big boobies bounce before you along with your big cock. “We have bigger boobies than you, too. See!”

Paris's eyes nearly fall out of her head as she stares down at your cock. You have no idea why. She's such a weird, meany, bitchy cunt. A cuntface meanie with small boobies. They're only Double D's. So tiny compared your ginormous titties.

“Huh, you do,” Paris says. “How very interesting. But why do you keep staring at me like your mad?”

“Well...” You struggle to think. “You used to do meany mean things to me and tease me and say you are better than me.”

“Oh, no,” Paris says. “I'm sooooo sorry.”

“You are?” you ask.

“Oh, yeah,” she says, nodding her head up and down with great enthusiasm. “I'm being so00oo sincere.”

“Oh, okay,” you say. “I guess you're not a cuntface or a meany mean meany head or anything like that.”

“Wonderful,” says Paris. “And that reminds me, you work for me, right?”

You nod your head. “Yep. Ms. Kato said so and she's like our queen or something.”

“No, I'm your queen. You have to worship me.”

“Queenie!” you squeal in delight and bounce up and down. This is the most amazing thing you have ever learned. You're so glad to meet a real live queenie in the flesh. “Yay!”

“So why aren't you worshiping me?” Queenie Paris asks, thrusting out her foot before her. You stare down at her shoe and blink at it. It's red and has thin straps around the ankles and looks so sleek and glamorous.

“Very nice and lovely shoes, queenie!” you say. “I want a pair like them.”

“Yes, yes, cutie cute shoes,” Dr. Issy says, bouncing beside you.

That makes her boobs heave. And it looks like so much fun, so you do it, too. Your titties bounce before you while your cock bobs up and down. You giggle in delight, Dr. Issy joining you. This is so much fun.

“You worship a queen by kissing her feet,” says Queenie Paris.

“Oh, wow,” you say. “You're so smart, Queenie Paris. You gasp in shock. “That must be why you're the queen!”

“Yes, it is,” she says. “Now start worshiping my feet.”

You and Dr. Issy both squeak in delight and fall to your knees before Queenie Paris. You lean over, your big boobies pressing into your legs. You place your lips right on the tip of her shoe and kiss it. It tastes rubbery. You kiss it again and again, working up and up to her bare flesh.

“Mmm, yes, just like that,” purrs Queenie Paris. “Mmm, this is delightful.” She pulls off her light-blue blazer, her small titties filling out her red blouse. “Higher. Kiss higher.”

 You smooch her foot beneath her ankle. She's so silky. You smooch at her ankle. You go higher because she said to, and you have to obey a queenie. That's like a law or something. And laws are special-important. So you keep smooching up her shin and then to her knee. 

You kiss right there and love how it feels softer than the skin over her shin. 

When you reach her thigh, she feels silky smooth. You kiss and smooch and even lick her as you come closer and closer to her blue skirt. To your amazement, it slides up before you. It's being drawn away and you chase it, giggling between your smooches.

It's a fun game. 

Dr. Issy is climbing up Queenie Paris's right leg, smooching away. The skirt draws over Queenie Paris's hips and reveals her black thong. It's so cute and delicious and you can smell something tangy. Something yummy.

Pussy!

“Mmm, now you have to worship your queen's pussy,” moans Queenie Paris. She pulls her thong to the side revealing her shaved pussy and a bright line of her pubic hair that leads to it. 

You groan in delight. You have to worship her pussy. That looks so yummy and good and delicious. 

You dart your head in and—

SMACK!

“Ouchie!” you gasp, your head throbbing from bumping into Dr. Issy's head.

“Mmm, be careful,” purred Queenie Paris. “You have to share. Lick my pussy together, you bimbo sluts.”

“Yay!” you cheer.

“I'm so wondered to eat you,” moans Dr. Issy.

“It's honored,” groans Queenie Paris. “Just eat me. I'm so fucking wet. Your cock is amazing.”

Cock? Oh, right, you forgot you had one. Now you can feel it pulsing and begging and aching to be played with and stroked and thrust into tight holes. But you have to eat the queenie's pussy instead of fucking it.

Both sound like so much fun.

Your cheek presses against Dr. Issy's. This time, you don't make an ouchie. Your faces nuzzle up to the queenie's shaved pussy. Her tangy aroma fills your nose and makes you hungry for her cunty cream. Together, you and your fellow bimbo-slut press your lips into Queenie Paris's twat.

Her pussy lips are hot on your mouth. You lick. That wonderful, delicious, tangy flavor coats your tongue, which brushes Dr. Issy. You both are licking at Queenie Paris's cunt. You're flicking your tongues up and down, stroking her, teasing her, driving her wild. 

She moans and gasps, wiggling her hips from side to side as you feast on her. She whimpers, her breasts jiggling in her blouse. It's so wonderful to share pussy with your fellow bimbo-slut. Your cheeks are rubbing together and getting all hot and juicy with the queenie's cunt cream.

“Oh, damn, that's good,” moans Paris. “Mmm, and then you'll get to worship me with your futa-cock! That'll be nice.”

“Yay!” you moan.

“Do I have a futa-cock?” asks Dr. Issy.

“No, you don't,” says Paris. She stares at you. “But you do. I'm going to love it sliding into me. You're fucking hung!”

“I don't feel a noosey rope around my neck!” you gasp.

“Your cock is big!” groans Queenie Paris. “God, you are and I an idiot, but a sexy woman!”

“I am sexy wexy!” you moan and bury your face back into your queenie's pussy, licking with Dr. Issy.

You love licking and lapping and drinking the tangy cream. It makes your big cock throb and ache. You want to be in pussy, but you have to eat pussy. You have no idea what to do about that, so you just keep licking. And lapping and loving.

You're just loving the taste of her and the way her smaller breasts jiggle and how she moans. You love it. You and Dr. Issy's cheeks rub together, sticky with yummy pussy cream. Your tongues brush as you dive through the queenie's folds.

Queenie Paris throws back her head. She shudders and then she throws back her head and moans so very, very loud. Like super-duper loud. At the same time, a gush of yummy pussy cream floods out of her and drenches your mouth.

You squeal in delight, so happy to taste it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she howls. “You bimbo-sluts, yes!”

You keep licking up all those yummy juices, so eager to make her have her orgasm. You love those. Your tongue thrusts into her pussy, and it convulses around you. It feels so wild. Queenie Paris shudders, her red hair dancing and small boobies jiggling.

“Damn, I need that cock in me,” she moans. “You, Futa, get on your back so I can ride you!”

“But don't you want to orgasm?” you ask as you pull your head away, leaving Dr. Issy to keep licking.

“I just did,” groans the queenie. “And it was incredible, but my cunt wants that cock in me. So on your back. I'm going for a ride.”

“And what about me, Queenie Paris?” pants Dr. Issy. “How can I lick your pussy if you're riding her cock? Won't her cock be in your pussy?” her eyes widen. “Unless you're going to put a saddle on her dick and ride her like a horsey.”

“You, my succulent Dr. Issy, are going to lick my asshole.” Queenie Paris grins. “You love licking my asshole, don't you? Because you're my super-smart scientist who delivered me this wonderful pill.”

“I am so super-duper-super smart!” cheers Dr. Issy.”

“Yes, she is!” you agree. You grab your aching dick and wave it back and forth. “Look, look, Queenie Paris, I'm so hard and throbbing and oh, so ready for your pussy!”

“God, that is a huge cock,” moans Queenie Paris. “I love them big. You're going to be my favorite, Futa.”

“Yippee!” you cheer.

Queenie Paris straddles you. She grabs your girl-dick and guides it to her cunt. She wiggles her hips from side to side as she descends. You gasp at the most wonderfulest feel of hot pussy lips on the very tippy-top of your futa-cock. Then your queenie's labia is surrounding you and swallowing you and gobbling up every inch of your shaft.

It's incredible.

You quiver and gasp. You grab your big boobies and squeeze them as the pleasure floods through you. It's an incredible treat to experience. You whimper and moan as your queenie's pussy takes every inch of your cock. Her shaved pussy lips are rubbing into yours. Her small titties jiggle. 

“Oh, my fucking god!” Queenie Paris pants. “This fucking cock! Jesus, that's amazing. You're stretching my pussy to the limits. I love it!”

“Yay!” You're so happy to please your queenie.

You gasp as she slides up your cock. Her pussy squeezes about you, massaging the sensitive tip. That part feels the bestest. It's drinking in every last inch of delight. You whimper and groan. Your hands squeeze her thighs. This amazing pleasure surges through your body. Your tits jiggle. You squeeze your eyes shut, your hands sliding up and down her legs. 

Her hands grab your boobies. She squeezes them as she slams her pussy back down your shaft. She engulfs your girl-dick with her wonderful pussy. So much pleasure ripples through you. You gasp and shudder.

“I'm licking your ass, Queenie Paris!” Dr. Issy moans as she sinks between your thighs. You can't see what she's doing, but your queenie smiles.

“Mmm, yes, get that tongue into my asshole,” groans Queenie Paris. “Try to keep up with me.”

“I'll do my bestest!” Dr. Issy says.

Queenie Paris shudders as she rides your cock. Her thighs flex beneath your stroking hand while her small tits bounce and heave. In the dimmest reaches of your mind, you used to think those were big tits, but now you have ginormous titties. Her hands squeeze and knead yours, making them feel amazing.

But not as amazing as your cock.

The super-duper pleasure spills down your shaft to your pussy. You whimper and moan, your cunt squeezing about her shaft. This wonderful heat ripples through you. You gasp and thrust up into her. This delight spills through your mind, adding that sugary stickiness to your thoughts. It gums them up.

But who needs thinking when you have pleasure and big titties?

Queenie Paris moans, her head swaying from side to side. Her breasts bounce and jiggle. They're cutesy. You slid your hands up and cup her titties. You squeeze those little, soft boobies and dig your fingers into them. 

“Oh, god, yes!” Paris's hisses, her own fingers digging deep into your big and large and soft titties. “This cock! That tongue! You two are going to love me! Worship me!”

“Yes, Queenie Paris!” you moan, your body shuddering. Her pussy feels so amazing and good and wonderful and amazing on your cock. “I'm going to have a cummy!”

“Good!” moans Queenie Paris. “Fire all that jizz into me. Do it!”

“Yes!” you gasp as she slams her tight and juicy and hot pussy down your clit-dick.

You gasp as that most wonderful and awesomest moment arrives. Your futa-cum fires out of your cock with powerful spurts. Pleasure slams through your body. You gasp and moan, stars bursting around you, all so super-duper happy for you.

“Fuck!” gasps the queenie. Her pussy goes wild about you. She ripples and spasms. “This cock is fucking amazing!”

“It is!” you gasp, firing over and over into her pussy. 

You spasm with every spurt while your pussy goes all crazy and wild and naughty. You shudder, your head tossing back and forth. It's such a wonderful and delicious delight. You want it to keep going and going and going.

But her pussy is draining your cock. You can feel her wringing out every drop until your just panting and moaning and trembling on the floor. You feel so good. Gumdrop good. Your eyes flutter as you soak in the bliss.

“Oh, this slut-pill is going to do such wonderful things,” moans Queenie Paris. “Oh, yes, it is. I know just how to use this. You're going to be my little bimbo slaves, too, aren't you?”

“Anything, my queenie!” you moan, not focusing on her words.

You're just so happy to be your queenie's bimbo slave. She does so many complicated things that make your brain feel ouchie trying to understand them. But you don't have to. You just have to fuck whenever she tells you two.

You get to have so much wonderful and yummy and delicious and nummy rapture. You get to be your queenie's bimbo futa-slave forever and ever and ever.

You and Dr. Issy are Queenie Paris's Bimbo Slaves Ending