The Futa Pill: You Turn Around to Fix Yourself (Patreon)

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You spin around, pointing your rump at the entrance of your cubicle, trembling. You fumble with your panties, struggling to get them up your skirt. Cassie moves to you, standing right behind you. Paris comes closer.

“Hurry,” your friend hisses. 

“Trying,” you mutter. Your panties slide over your cock and pin it... to your bunched up skirt. 

You groan as you pull up your skirt. It caresses that spongy tip. Your pussy clenches as you feel a powerful jolt shooting through you. Something almost fired out of your dick. You almost came just from the touch. You whimpered as you drag the skirt over the tip of your new clit-dick.

“Where is that coffee?” Paris says, a certain glee in her voice.

You jump. “Sorry!” you squeak. You shove your skirt over your cock. You fight another orgasm. “Just... just...”

“Can't you speak straight?” Paris hissed, her glee only growing. “No wonder you're failing at such a simple responsibility. Ms. Kato and I are waiting.”

“Sorry, Paris,” you say, smoothing your skirt, so aware that your cock is bulging the front of your skirt. “I'll—”

“Address me as Ms. Richardson,” she says. “Since I am your project lead now. I think a certain level of... respect is due.”

You swallow. You can't face her. You have to do something. “Sorry, Ms. Richardson,” you say and then spot your chair. You sit down on it fast, crossing your leg to hid your girl-dick. “I'll get on it right after I take care of this futa-pill issue that Cassie brought me.”

Cassie nods her head, her cheeks scarlet.

“We're not wasting time on that,” Ms. Richardson says. “You are off that project and working on a drug that works. Now, my coffee is waiting. Get it!”

The bitch strides off.

“Oh, my god,” groans Cassie. She slumps back against your file cabinet, fanning her face with the manila report she snagged. “That was so close.”

“Yeah,” you say. You groan, your dick throbbing. “And I'm still so hard. Think it's safe to finish?” you ask, turning in your chair, showing off that dick bulging your cock. It tents your skirt, twitching with your heartbeat. 

“Maybe,” Cassie says, looking around. “But maybe... in the restroom.”

You're so hard, you're not sure you can wait that long. That ache is growing now that the fear is dying down. Your cock is twitching. Plus, someone might notice your bulge on the way to the restroom. You need to get your erection down. But what if Paris comes back?

What do you do?

Do you have Cassie continue your blowjob while you are sitting in your cubicle?  

Do you and Cassie head to the restroom to continue your blowjob?