The Futa Pill: You Ignore Your Worry and Go See Deandra (Patreon)

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You feel your heart pounding as you come down from your high from cumming in Cassie. Your friend stares at you, making your heart beat faster. How had you never noticed how blue her eyes are. You want to just stay like this with her, but...

“We have to go see Deandra,” you say, fighting the pull of the new intimacy with Cassie.

“Yeah,” she says, her pussy clenching around your girl-dick. “Oh, wow, that was incredible, wasn't it.”

“Yes, it was,” you say, rubbing your nose against hers. You give her a quick kiss. The stall door rattles behind her. The sound echo through the restroom.

You groan and pull out of her, your girl-dick popping out. You take a few steps back and bump into the toilet. You almost fall over onto it, but Cassie cries out. She grabs your arms and keeps you from sitting down on it.

“Thanks,” you say.

“I don't know why I freaked out,” she said, grinning sheepishly. “I mean, you would have just sat down on the toilet.”

“Still,” you say, smiling at her. Thanks.

You pull up your panties, pushing your wet cock into them. It doesn't really fit, and you just want to keep having fun with Cassie, but it's time to get down to see Deandra. You push down your skirt over it and smooth your clothing. She draws up her panties and her pin-striped pants. You both get yourself ready.

Then you slip out of the bathroom stall.

“I feel like a schoolgirl sneaking around behind my parents back,” you say in a hushed whisper as you two move through the restroom.

“I know,” she says and then she takes your hand. She grips it tight. Her hand is warm.

The pair of you slip out of the bathroom. No one seems to care, everyone working at their office. You catch a glimpse of Ms. Kato moving around and you shudder, not wanting to get caught by your boss. You head towards the elevators to your right and arrive quickly. You smash the button.

The doors open.

You slip inside and the moment you do, you're kissing each other. You can't help it. She's just so soft and delicious. You manage to hit the button for the thirteenth floor. You have a long ride down from the seventy-fifth. You're hoping no one interrupts you.

Cassie is such a delight to kiss. Your futa-dick throbs harder and harder. Your hands stroke her sides. Hers cup your face. Your tongues dance and dart around each other. You're not even aware of anything else.

So you're surprised when the elevator stops. As the door opens, you break apart, not sure if you've arrived or if you've been caught.

You see the empty thirteenth floor ahead of you. Deandra is lab 7 at the end of the hallway.

You pass lab 4 and notice Paris in there with Dr. Isabella, the scientist behind the slut pill. You scowl but refuse to let that dampen your delight you found with Cassie. The pair of you almost float along to Deandra's lab.

“She is going to freak out when she sees what you've sprouted,” Cassie says, this bright smile on her lips.

“Yes, she is!” you say, nodding emphatically.

You open the door and march in. There's a half-eaten lunch on the central metal table. Stainless steel gleams everywhere in the lab. There's all the standard equipment that you have no idea what it's for, racks for vials, a chemical shower in the corner, sinks, and one scientist whirling around to stare at you, shaking a piece of computer paper in her hand.

Deandra does not look happy.

If she didn't have on her lab coat, you'd mistake her for a twenty-something Black girl off the street. She has her hair cut short with a fade buzzed in on one side and a silver nose ring contrasting against her ebony skin. Beneath her coat, she's wearing a pair of skinny jeans hugging her slender thighs and a crimson belly shirt.

“What the fuck is going on?” she demands. “I just got a call from Paris. That bitch is over in Isabella's lab. She told me myproject is canceled. She was gloating about it. And now I have an email from Isabella boasting that her slut pill is better than mine. What happened up there? You were supposed to win Ms. Kato over to us. I was counting on you! This is my life work, and Paris is flushing it down the shitter.”

You are taken aback. You've never seen her react like this before. You struggle to gather your thoughts, wondering if you should apologize and calm her down, or if you should just show her what happened when you took the pill. Either way, you have Cassie holding your hand in support.

What do you choose?

Do you apologize to Deandra with your lover Cassie at your side?

Do you whip out your cock to show Deandra with your lover Cassie's support?