The Futa Pill: You Go Show Ms. Kato the Pill's Side Effect (Patreon)

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Before you were distracted by your futa-cock, Paris had ordered you to get her and Ms. Kato a cup of coffee. The best way to get into see Ms. Kato is to deliver her that cup of coffee. You just hope she's not mad about it being late.

First, however, you should drop off one for Paris just to keep that bitch from looking for you.

“Good luck,” Cassie says.

“If it goes bad, Ms. Kato won't learn you're involved,” you promise your friend, giving her a quick hug and a kiss on the mouth.

Why not, she had sucked your cock to that amazing orgasm.

Your futa-dick his throbbing in your panties, growing hard again, so you break away and dart away. Cassie makes this groaning sound like she wishes you weren't leaving. You rush through the office and head to the break room, moving as fast as you can.

It's so demeaning to have to do this. You're not a low-level employee. You were directing a project until the futa-pill turned into a... disappointment. Well, not that great of a disappointment, you think, still buzzing from your orgasm.

You clutch the two mugs of coffee with NLP Chemicals boring logo, a beaker surrounded by the company's long name circling it, on the side. You carry the two steaming cups in your hand, heading towards Paris's new office.

She's left her door open and is humming as she sets up her desk, her red hair sweeping about the shoulders of her light-blue blazer. She turns at the sound of your entrance, a huge smirk crossing her lips.

“Wow, you can do your job,” she says, snagging the cup of coffee from your hand. “Impressive.”

You give her a venomous smile and turn to leave.

“I expect better from now on,” Paris says. “I'll be taking care to write your evaluations. So... show me that you're a team player.”

You shudder, your futa-dick almost demanding you show her your idea of being a team player, the bitch gasping and panting on her back as you fuck her hard. “Yes, Paris. I have to get Ms. Kato her coffee now.” You glance back at her. “After all, she's scrutinizing you now, isn't she?”

A bit of Paris's haughtiness melts form her expression, her face blanching paler.

You smirk as you stride off, loving that little dig. You head towards your boss's office. In there is when the crushing moment happened that that led you to swallow the futa-pill. You quiver as you reach Ms. Kato's door, inhaling deeply.

You breathe in the scent of bland coffee. It permeates your nostrils. You shake your head, not wanting to get focused on that. You're here for something more important. You have to be as careful as possible going forward.

Your stomach's nervous writhes are only building. It feels like a slosh of acid in there. You lick your lips as you tremble. The coffee cup shakes in your hand. You wince as hot liquid spills over the rim and splashes you.

“Just knock,” you whisper to yourself. “Just do it.”

“It'll be fine,” Cassie says, coming up beside you. She pats your rump. “I'll support you no matter the consequences.”

“Thanks,” you say.

She gives your rump one last squeeze then hurries off.

Your dick aching, you swallow. Cassie's right. Your friend will be there for you. She's a great girl. You raise your left hand and rap sharply on the door. The moment you do, an icy tingle ripples down your spine.

“Yes,” Ms. Kato's says in that precise way she has of speaking. She's all button-up and business.

“I have your coffee, Ms. Kato. Paris asked me to bring it.”

“Enter.”

You open the door and obey. She's sitting at her desk peering down at papers, her black hair in that tight bun held in place by a pair of chopsticks. She is a petite woman, but you would never know it from the intimidating waves emanating from her. She's not even looking at you, and you're trembling.

Her delicate fingers write on a piece of paper as you approach. Then she looks up, her slanted eyes meeting yours. They're dark as a winter night. You swallow as you set the cup on her desk and then fold your hands before your cock.

You've gone soft again.

“Is there something else?” your boss asks, her voice cool.

“Well... yes, Ms. Kato,” you say. “I've... done something... ill-advised.”

A narrow eyebrow lifts. She leans back in her leather chair, the fancy type executives are granted. Her hands fold before her on her desk, her small breasts rise and fall against her mauve blouse. You can't help but stare at the tight necklace of pearls about her throat, the light spilling across them as she shifts.

“Well? What have you done.”

“I took the pill,” you say.

“Phendexrohol-Uraciline Tamrixillin?” she asks, saying the actual name of the futa-pill with ease.

“Yeah,” you say. “There were... side-effects.”

“Do you need medical attention?” she asks, leaning forward now, her forehead furrowing.

“No,” you say, your heart beating faster. You feel a fist squeezing about your chest, making your breath come in short inhalations. “This is what happened.

You yank up your skirt.

Her nostrils flare. She bolts to her feet, hands slapping down on her desk. “What do you think you are doing, Ms...”

Her words trail off as you shove down your panties enough for your limp cock to spill out. “My, eh, clitoris transformed.”

Her breathing quickens. She stares down at your cock, her pale-olive cheeks darkening. Her fingernails drum across her desk. Her eyes straighten, focusing at you. “Strip naked. Let me examine you.”

“Naked?” you gasp in shock.

“Now!”

The authority of her voice slams into you. Do you obey her and get naked and let her examine you, or do you balk at the order to take off your clothes?

What do you do?

Do you get naked for Ms. Kato?

Do you object to getting naked for Ms. Kato?