The Futa Pill: You Lie and Tell Ms. Kato You're Sick (Patreon)

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“It's me, Ms. Kato,” you say, trying to sound sick. You add a groan. “I'm just... I got a stomach thing. I'm not feeling well.”

“Oh? What's wrong?” Ms. Kato asks.

“I think it's something I ate,” you add, which is true. The futa pill is definitely why you're in the bathroom buzzing from your orgasm.

Cassie nods her head and flashes you a thumbs up.

“Oh, that's so terrible, sweetie,” Ms. Kato says. Her voice is... kind. You've never heard her sound so... concerned. Like she's a real person and not a cold automaton the company put in charge of your department. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Oh, no, no,” you say. “It's just food poisoning. You know...”

Ms. Kato's stall door opens. Her heels click on the tiled floor. Her shadow falls through the gap in your stall's door. You can see her five-inch, open-toe heels, her brown nylons cladding her slender ankles.

“I have just this thing for upset stomachs,” your boss says, grabbing the stall door. With a shock, she somehow pops the lock, maybe using her thumbnail to twist the outside of it.

Panic slams into you as she opens the stall door. Ms. Kato has a look of true concern on her face, her red lips pursed with compassion, her pale face animated instead of the porcelain mask it usually is. She takes a step into the stall and pauses.

Compassion vanishes. Her face grows hard. Her almond-shaped eyes narrow. She folds her arms before her, her mauve blouse stretching over her small, taut breasts. Her stance grows stern, her tight, gray pencil skirt rasping over her brown nylons. Her nose twitches. She has her black hair pulled back in a severe bun, twin chopsticks holding it in place.

“What is going on here?” she demands. “Were you two fornicating and...?” Her eyes widen as they fall on your futa-dick. “What is going on here?”

Cassie bolts to her feet, trembling beside you, cum staining her mouth. Your stomach curdles. You're caught by your boss. This is far, far worse than Paris catching you. Ms. Kato, despite being a short and slender Japanese woman, looms over you.

“Well?” she demands, voice colder than Antarctica.

Do you fess up about swallowing the pill, or do you lie and just say you and Cassie were fooling around. Either way, you're in trouble, it's just by how much? Which way will land you in the least pain from your boss?

What do you do?

Do you tell Ms. Kato about the Futa Pill and what it did?  

Do you apologize for fooling around with Cassie?