The Futa Pill: You Have Cassie Continue Your Blowjob While You Are Sitting in Your Cubicle (Patreon)

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“No, no, we might get caught,” you say, “and Paris has moved on.” You shift on the chair, your cock throbbing. “Please, Cassie, I don't need much more to finished.”

She fans her face faster with the manila folder. Her tongue flicks across her lips. “Well...?” 

She glances over the top of the cubicles while you pull out your girl-dick, lifting up your skirt and shoving down your panties. You groan as your cock pops out. It thrusts out before you, swaying, the pink tip coated in a smear of your precum. More beads out.

“Fine,” she says. She sets down the manila folder and then kneels before you. Her blonde hair sways about her face. She is so beautiful. You never really noticed that before, but now... Now you are. She's sexy. “I'll finish you off. Mmm, I'm curious to see how you compare to a man.”

“Naughty,” you say, your pussy clenching. It's so strange to have both a cock and a cunt.

Cassie grasps your dick with her hand. She strokes you as she leans over and engulfs your cock. She sucks hard. You gasp, your pussy squeezing as the pleasure shoots down to your twat. Your chair creaks as you lean back. 

She moans as she bobs her head. She slides her mouth up and down your girl-cock. Her tongue dance around the crown of your new dick. She sucks with passion, her blue eyes staring up at you as she worships you.

It's so hot to enjoy this. The bustle of the office echoes around the pair of you, merging with the sloppy sounds of the blowjob. Your toes curl in your shoes. You shiver, your heart beating faster and faster as the pressure swells at the tip of your cock.

“Yes,” you moan, your voice tight. You have to be quiet, but that's so hard. It's so wondrous. “Mmm, yes, yes, just like that. I'm going to cum.”

Your orgasm is swelling fast, feeding on the thrill of getting away with tricking Paris. You are enjoying the side-effect of your futa-cock. You like the sound of that. Futa-cock. It fits. Your hands squeeze on the armrests of your computer chair, knuckles whitening as the ache swells in the depths of your cunt.

At your ovaries full of your futa-cum.

Stars dance around the edge of your vision as the pressure rises up your cock. It throbs at the tip of your dick. Your pussy clenches. Your juices are flowing. You can't take much more of the heaven of Cassie's mouth.

You erupt.

That wondrous delight shoots through you while your cum spills into Cassie's mouth. Her blue eyes bulge while the pleasure shoots through you. You let out a throaty moan as your body bucks. The ecstasy slams into your mind, bursting rapture through your thoughts.

Then the waves of rapture wash out of your pussy. It spills through her body. It ripples out of you, that familiar, feminine delight you've experienced every other time you've cum. But it's heightened by your futa-cock's eruption. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you groan.

Cassie swallows your cum as fast as she can. White dribbles out of the corners of her mouth. She moans as she gulps it down, still sucking. She draws out every drop of jizz you have in you. You pant as your pleasure spills through you. You feel dizzy with rapture.

“Damn,” you pant.

Cassie's mouth pops off. She lets out a wanton moan, cum staining her lips. “You fired so much. I've never had a guy spurt that much. It was incredible.”

“Wow,” you groan, staring down at your shrinking dick. It's going soft, relaxing against your stomach. You think you can hide it in your panties now, maybe tucking it in the way a cross-dresser would. “I can't tell you how amazing that was.”

“And it was caused by the futa-pill. Do you think... it affects all the women like this?”

You don't know, so you say, “We have to tell someone.”

Your friend nods as she stands. She wipes her mouth clean with a tissue from her purse, cleaning up the excess cum. As she fixes herself, you tuck away your soft cock, adjusting it so it is pressed between your thighs. You pull up your panties and adjust your skirt.

“So, who do we tell?” Cassie asks.

“Either Ms. Kato or Deandra.”

“Do you want to go to Ms. Kato before you know all the facts?” Cassie asks. “You should talk to Deandra first and find out if she knows anything about this.”

You can go tell your boss, Ms. Kato, under the pretense of getting her coffee, or you can ride the elevator down to Deandra Michaels and speak to the chemist who created the futa-pill. 

What do you do?

Do you go show Deandra the pill's side effect? 

Do you go show Ms. Kato the pill's side effect?