The Futa Pill: You Decide to Tell Paris the Truth About How You Became a Futa (Patreon)

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You don't see any way out of it. You have to tell her. “I swallowed the futa pill.”

“You swallowed the futa...” She frowned. “You mean... your failure of a weight loss pill?”

“And lowers anxiety,” you mutter.

Paris shakes her head and licks her lips. “You're telling me that you swallowed that pink pill of yours, and then this grew.”

You swallow and nod. “Yeah, Paris, that's what happened. So I came in here and... I was just so overcome with the... the need that it generated, well, I couldn't resist. I just had to masturbate.”

“With your... cock.” Paris swallowed. “Is that your... clit?” Her green eyes sparkle. Her nipples press hard against the front of her blouse.

“Yeah, that's my clit,” you answer.

She shakes her head, looks you in the eye, then she whirls around and stalks out of the stall and then the bathroom without saying another word. You blink at that, shocked that she would so easily leave. She's left you alone in the bathroom, panting.

Your mind whirls. You focus on her. On what she's doing and...

“That bitch!” She's going for Deandra and the futa pill. It all is so clear in your mind. That has to be what she's doing, right.

You shove done your skirt and dart out of the restroom. You spot Paris at the elevator bank. She must be going down to get the futa-pill. You have a chance to confront her and stop her. Do you do it now or do you follow her down in another elevator and find out if that's what she's really doing before you make today any worse.

What do you choose?

Do you follow Paris to confirm your suspicions?

Do you stop Paris right now from going after the futa-pill?