“I know, I know,” you say to Amanda and Miranda and the other women of Group Cute Titties. “I know you want your futa-cocks, but you're the control group. We have to show these test results to Ms. Kato. So everyone, get dressed.”

Lots of pouts, even from some of the busty futas who are in the middle of fucking, fill the room. But you clap your hands together and they start obeying. Everyone gets dressed. Soon, you have your futa-cock pinned beneath your pencil skirt, your blouse buttoned.

Cassie is at your side, a happy grin on her face, her pin-striped slacks bulging with her girl-dick. She's clearly glad to be on the receiving side. You're glad you could do that for your friend. You smile back at her.

“Okay, let's go!” you say when everyone's dressed.

Deandra's marching on your left and Cassie on your right as you lead the five busty futas and the five sexy cuties out of the lab. You sweep past Dr. Isabella's lab on the way to the elevator. You all pile in.

It's tight.

You can feel Pranya's futa-cock rubbing into your rump, making your own clit-dick throb. You shudder, your pussy on fire. You just want to fuck. The others are rustling. You can hear panting. Whimpering.

Pranya starts dry-humping on you.

It's torture as you stand up at the front. You're so close to the doors, you can't read the digital screen above. You can just feel the elevator climbing higher and higher. You take in deep breaths, struggling to focus on the presentation you're going to give Ms. Kato. It'll have to be held in Conference Room A. You need to pitch this just right to the dominating and, quite frankly, terrifying woman.

Then the elevator slows. Stops. The ding echoes before the doors whisk open onto the familiar 75th floor. You step out with a groan, the rest of the women piling out behind you. Straightening your skirt, and ignoring your hardon, you say,

“Go weight in Conference Room A while Cassie and I fetch Ms. Kato to give the—”

“What are you doing?” a voice demands.

Paris stalks up towards you, her large breasts bouncing in her scarlet blouse, her light-blue braze open and framing those lush tits. Her fiery hair sways about her face. She stares at you with an intensity that would be intimidating if you weren't riding the high of having a futa-cock.

“You're supposed to be available to work on my projects!”

“Like get you coffee?” you ask, a sneer in your voice.

“It's something that I didn't think even you could fuck up, and yet... Where is it.”

You smile at her.

“What is going on?”

“A mutiny,” you say nonchalantly.

“You think you can get away with that. Ms. Kato instructed you to obey me.”

“But I think she'll like to see what we have to show her,” you say, grinning.

“Which is?” Paris demands.

You could give her a sneak preview, yanking down your skirt to flash your new girl-dick. Or you can tell her she'll find out when Ms. Kato feels like telling her?

What do you choose?

Do you give Paris a sneak preview of the Busty Girls futa-test?

Do you make Paris wait to find out the results of the Busty Girls futa-test?