The Futa Pill: You Fuck Cassie's Again, Leaving Miranda Stunned (Patreon)

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You ram back into Cassie's asshole. You groan, savoring the feel of your friend's bowels. It's an incredible delight. That velvety treat grips your cock. She moans, her ass pushing back into you as you savor the moment.

Miranda croaks, “You have a... a... a cock!”

“She does!” whimpers Cassie. “I love it. It's incredible.”

“Yes,” you groan, slamming into her over and over as the elevator doors slid close on the stunned Miranda.

Cassie's hand shoots out. She hits the button for the thirteenth floor. Her bowels clench around you. You shudder, savoring her embrace as you fuck into her hard. You slam your girl-dick to the hilt in her depths. You ram over and over into her.

It's an incredible treat. This pleasure burns around you. You groan and gasp. Your heart pounds in your chest. The friction swells that ache at the tip of your girl-dick. The elevator lurches down as you ram over and over into your friend's bowels.

“Oh, yes, yes!” gasps Cassie. “Fuck me!”

The elevator groans as it descends. You don't care as your crotch smacks over and over into your friend's rump. You bury into her again and again. Her bowels grip you. It's a wonderful treat. She squeezes about you. You groan, burying into her again and again.

Your pussy grows hotter. Your nipples throb in your bra. You press your tits into Cassie's back. You moan into her hair. You nuzzle into the nape of her neck, kissing her. The pressure builds in your ovaries. You have another load of your girl-cum to release.

“Cassie!” you moan. “You feel incredible.”

“So do you!”

“I'm going to cum in you!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans. “Do that! Oh, wow, I love your cock!”

“Love your asshole!”

You kiss and nibble on her neck. You bury hard into her, savoring the feel of her anal sheath. The pleasure spills around you. The elevator reaches the 13th floor. It dings and slides open onto the lab hallway. Deandra's is at the far end. You don't care. You just keep thrusting over and over. Someone could catch you.

That would be hot.

Your moans echo through the metal box. You slam into her anal depths. Your pussy is on fire. You can't take much more. You suck on her neck, nibbling on it. You rub your tits, through your clothing and hers, into her back. Your nibbles add extra delight.

Pussy juices trickle down your thighs to your stockings.

The elevator doors slide close but the elevator doesn't move. No one's summoned it. It just creaks and you pound your friend's tight asshole. Your strokes are growing more and more frantic. That explosive ache reaches its pinnacles.

“Cassie!” you howl and erupt in her.

Your futa-cum fires from your girl-dick. It spurts again and again into her bowels. This wonderful heat slams through your body. You groan as the pleasure spills through you. It's the best thing in the world.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she moans as you're spurting cum into her depths. “That's hot!”

Her bowels ripple around your girl-dick. Her hot flesh milks you. You groan and gasp, the pleasure spilling through your body. This rapture burns in your convulsing cunt. Your juices gush down your thighs, soaking your stockings, as she milks you dry.

You grow dizzy.

Your orgasm peaks. You groan as you lean into her, panting. Her bowels milk your futa-cock dries. She whimpers, her passion echoing around the elevator. She wiggles her hips, her asshole clutching to your dick.

“Oh, that was good,” she moans.

“Uh-huh,” You pant. You pull out of her. “Wow.”

You pull up your panties and smooth down your skirt. Cassie does the same, fanning her face. She whimpers and groans. Then she hits the open elevator door button. With a loud ding, it pops open onto the 13th floor.

You motion with your arm, “Shall we see Deandra?”

She nods her head and steps off. You feel amazing as you follow, your body buzzing from the rapture. You head down the hallway, passing the labs. Most are dark, but lab 4, where the “slut” pill was developed has its light on. Dr. Isabella Murphy is working hard in there.

Her project was still being funded. Now the futa-pill...

Well, you would see.

Deandra's lab is 7 at the end of the hallway. Light shines through the frosted window. You open the door and march in. Instantly, your nose is assaulted by the chemicals. The room is white and austere, everything clean, the stainless steel tables and cabinets polished to a gleam. There are racks of equipment and a large fume hood. Shelves are covered in bottles of chemicals and an emergency shower lies in the corner. A Black woman looks up from the table. It looks like she just finished her lunch, sucking her thumb clean of any crumbs.

“Hey!” Deandra Michaels said, her silver nose piercing standing out next to her ebony skin. Her glasses shift. She pushes it up as she stood in a swirl of her white lab coat. Beneath that she wears a pair of skinny jeans and a scarlet belly shirt, exposing her flat stomach. She has a wild look for a scientist, her short, black hair buzzed with a fade on the right sight, her hair spilling down her left. “How'd the meeting go?”

“Badly,” you say. “They're shutting us down.”

“But...” Deandra quivered. “But my pill is awesome! You know that! It just needs some tweaking.”

“I wouldn't be so sure about that,” Cassie says in an almost gigglish tone.

“Oh?” asks Deandra. Then she shook her head. “Does this mean that hussy Isabella is taking over with her slut pill? My futa pill is so much better.”

“It is,” I said. “I took it.”

“And?” Deandra asks. She darts forward and stares down at your crotch. She claps her hands together as she sees your bulge. “Yes, yes, it worked! It really worked!”

Your jaw drops. “Wait, you knew this would happen.”

“I hoped,” she says. “Why do you think I nicknamed it the futa pill?”

“Because of that dumb name for the chemicals that no one can say.” Your dick throbs despite just cumming in Cassie's asshole.

“Naw, I named it after futanari. They're a Japanese thing. Girls who grow dicks.” She claps her hands together, looking like a young girl instead of a scientist. She squeals in delight. “Oh, my god, yes! I am the best mad scientist in the world.”

You shake your head. “This... I...”

“Does it ejaculate?” asks Deandra. “It's clearly become hard. Ooh, yes, yes, let me get you off. You look uncomfortable. A good cum to sort you out.”

“No, no, I'm fine,” you say. “Cassie took care of me in the elevator.”

Deandra blinks at you. “Oh, you and her, huh.” The scientist shrugs and pushes up her glasses. “I don't care.”

She grabs your skirt and yanks it up. You groan as your swelling girl-dick pops out before her. It twitches and throbs. Deandra shudders as she stares at it. She makes a wanton moan and then goes to grab it.

“Wait!” you gasp, grabbing her hand. “I just... It was just in...”

“What?” Deandra asks.

“I just fucked Cassie's asshole with it,” you gasp out, your cheeks burning. “It's dirty. I hadn't washed it yet.”

“Then I'll suck it clean and then examine it,” purrs Deandra. “I don't mind.”

Cassie's jaw drops. She shudders and says, “But I thought we were here to have Deandra examine your cock, not suck on it. She should be taking measurements or something.”

“Later, later,” Deandra says. She looks at you. “Well? Shall I suck you clean?”

Do you let Deandra suck your dirty cock clean, or do you insist on her examining you and making sure everything's okay? That is the point of coming down here.

What do you choose?

Do you let Deandra suck your dirty futa-cock? 

Do you insist that Deandra examine your dirty futa-cock?