The Futa Pill: You Stop Masturbating in the Stall (Patreon)

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You force yourself to stop masturbating as Cassie is about to peak into your stall.

Then she gasps and rips her hands away. “Paris!”

“What are you doing in here?” Paris demands. The sound of your rival voice echoes through the bathroom. 

“Using the restroom?” Cassie answers. She heads to the sink. “Is that still allowed?”

“I don't want to hear any sass from you,” Paris mutters. “I get enough of it from your friend. You both are working under me now.”

“Right.”

You swallow as Cassie opens the stall door beside yours. Your heart beats fast as clothing rustles. You hold your breath, not wanting her to hear you. To know you're here with this big futa-dick thrusting out before you. Your heart beats faster and faster as you struggle to contain it.

Urine splashes.

It sounds so loud. Cassie stops washing her hands and you hear her pulling paper towels. The blood pounds through your veins. You tremble, struggling to hold your breath. You can't. You suck in a quick breath and exhale, hoping not to be heard.

Paris mutters your name. 

You tense.

“Just useless,” she says. “I have to do all the work. Get my own dumb coffee. Too stupid to get it herself. And I'll have to tell Deandra that her pill is shelved. She's such a waste. Why the company hired her...?”

You glare at the stall door. Deandra is a brilliant, if eccentric, young scientist. Your eyes flick down to your new cock. Well, she might need some work on her formula if it has a side-effect this major. Your excited dick twitches.

Paris stands, the toilet paper rattling. Then she flushes and steps out, heading to the sink to wash her hands. You relax some, your hand finding your cock again. You're still hard. You still have that ache. 

You slowly fist yourself as Paris washes her hands. You don't make any noise. She has no idea you're in here. You bite your lower lip to keep from moaning. It feels good to work your hand up and down your girl-cock. Just a treat.

Paris walks out and you let out an explosive breath. You pump your hand up and down your girl-cock hard and fast. You need that wonderful cum. You have to get it out of your depths. Your pussy clenches. Deep inside of you, two hard points ache. They're full of your jizz.

Are those your ovaries?

“Fuck,” you mutter, your mind dancing with wicked thoughts. Cassie blossoms in them. Blonde and beautiful and—

The bathroom door bursts open and footsteps stalk in. You groan. You just want to masturbate your new cock so you can take care of this itch. You want it so badly. Your pussy is molten. You shudder as the footsteps come closer and closer.

“What is going on in there?” Cassie demands as she steps in front of your stall door. “Something weird is going on. Tell me why you're hiding in there and why it sounded like you were... playing with yourself.”

Your cheeks burn. Should you lie to your friend and tell her your fine. Or do you tell Cassie the truth and show her what happened?

What do you choose?

Do you lie to Cassie and tell her your fine?  

Do you tell Cassie the truth and show her what happened?