The Futa Pill: You Go See Deandra Without Miranda (Patreon)

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“Sorry,” you say while you push Miranda out of the elevator. “Thanks for the blowjob, but you're not on this project.”

“But... but...” the redhead splutters.

“Sorry,” Cassie echoes then hits the close door button. “She's made her choice. She's the project lead.”

The elevator doors slide shut as Miranda stares at you in lust, your cum dribbling down her chin. You pant, the edge taken off your new cock. You still want to experience fucking Cassie and get your first taste of pussy, but the need isn't as great.

The elevator lurches down. You glance up at the floor indicator while you slip your cock back into your panties. You watch the numbers tick down. You slide your skirt back down. You're still-half hard, your cock still forming a bulge. You finish smoothing your clothing as you pass the 27th floor. The 25th floor.

“Do you think there are any other side-effects?” Cassie asks. She darts her eyes down to your cock.

“I don't know,” you say. Maybe you should have enjoyed Cassie, too, but it's too late now. You're at the 17th floor. The 15th floor. The elevator slows as you pass the 14th floor. “I hope not. Just this cock. It's amazing.”

“Let's hope Deandra knows something about it,” says Cassie.

You nod.

The elevator stops on the 13th floor. The doors open as the bell dings. There's a hallway, a utility closet to your right, the labs farther down. You step off, your cock whisking in your panties. It needs adjustment. You set a fast pace, Cassie rushing to catch up with you, your heels echoing on the linoleum floor.

You pass the labs, each numbered. Labs 1, 2, and 3 all have their lights off, but Lab 4, where Paris's “slut” pill was developed by Dr. Isabella Murphy, has its lights on. You hurry passit, staring at the end of the hall where Lab 7 lays.

Deandra's lab.

Light bleeds through the frosted windows set in the door. You grab the doorknob and rip it open, stepping into Deandra Michaels lab. Your nose is stung by the acrid scent of chemicals. The room is austere and white, everything clean and sparkling. There is a whole rack of various equipment lining the wall from a fume hood to machinery you don't even know the name of. There are shelves covered in chemicals, a sink, an emergency wash station complete with a shower, and a table where a Black woman looks up from her meal.

“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.

“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 will sort you out.”

“No, no, let me do it,” Cassie moans. “My pussy is so wet. I was so horny on the elevator ride down. If you'd done something...”

You swallow as Deandra and Cassie shudder before you. They both want you, your blonde friend and the naughty scientist. Deandra's ebony face is twisted with need while Cassie's glassy eyes beg for satisfaction.

Which one do you choose? Or do you choose to enjoy them both?

Do you choose Cassie to relieve your futa-cock? 

Do you choose Deandra to relieve your futa-cock? 

Do you choose both Cassie and Deandra to relieve your futa-cock? 

Author Note: Well, we've already found our way to these choices on other paths, so let's see if we can't find more fun!

Do you apologize for fooling around with Cassie?

Do you prevent Deandra from taking the futa-pill?

Do you continue on to see Deandra, leaving behind all these women?

Do you fuck Cassie's asshole in the conference room? 

Do you fuck Miranda in the pussy in the conference room?