The Futa Pill: You go to Deandra's lab with Miranda to Learn About Your Futa-Cock (Patreon)

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“Sorry,” you say. “I need to talk to Deandra. She didn't tell me that the futa pill was to satiate some perverse desire of hers.”

“Bit naughty of her,” said Dr. Isabella.

“Yeah!” You rip your cock out of Miranda's cunt, your dick bobbing before you soaked in her juices.

Dr. Isabella steps aside, her blue eyes glinting. You march past her, tits bouncing, your panties clinging to your thighs. Miranda hurries up and joins you, her hands struggling to work up her panties, a flushed gleam to her cheeks.

“We were so close,” she mutters.

“True,” you say, “but let's get some answers.”

Miranda nods her head.

Lab 7 lay at the end of the hallway. You can hear Isabella following, her heels echoing with yours and Miranda's, all three mixing into a beat. Your heart thuds in your chest, twitching your aching futa-cock.

You were so close. Just a few more thrusts...

You grab the handle and yank open the door. “Deandra, we need to talk!”

You march into the well-lit lab, the walls painted white, the several tables, shelves, and cabinets all stainless steel. Scientific equipment abounds on counters, and a full emergency shower is in the corner in case of spills. There's a faint tang of acid in the air.

Deandra blinks as she sets down a brown paper bag on the central table like she's about to sit down for lunch. She's a young, black woman, her lab coat open, showing off the crimson belly shirt she has on beneath, skinny jeans hugging her thighs and crotch. She has a punkish look, the side of her head shaved into a fade, her locks spilling over it.

“I take it that it went bad meeting with Ms. Kato and...” Her words trail off. Her eyes lock on your dick. “It works! You're a futa! You have a dick! Is it functional?”

“I don't know,” you say. “I was interrupted before I could cum.”

“My bad,” Dr. Isabella says, her voice throaty. “I have to say, you really outdid yourself, Deandra. Look at the size of her clit-dick.”

“It's immense,” Deandra moans as she rushes around the table. She falls to her knees before you, adjusting her glasses as she stares up close and personal at your girl-dick. She licks her lips, clear hunger burning in her eyes. “It's a real clit-dick. You're a futa.”

“You knew this would—”

Her mouth engulfs your cock before you can finish speaking. You gasp as she sucks Miranda's pussy juices off your new dick. This wonderful rush of bliss shoots down to your pussy. It's different from being in a woman's cunt, from sliding in and out. There's is wonderful immediacy to the sucking.

This pressure reaches down your cock to your twat.

You moan, swaying at the dizzying rush of pleasure through your body. You lick your lips, your heart racing at the wonderful delight that she's giving you. The Black scientist bobs her head, working her dark lips up and down your cock.

“Deandra!” you groan.

“Oh, wow, she just went for it,” whimpers Miranda. “Ooh, that was just in me.”

“She knows,” I gasped. “She's sucking hard. I think she likes it.”

Deandra nods and keeps sucking on your girl-dick.

“This is amazing,” purrs Isabella. She thrusts her hand into her lab coat's pocket and produces a pink pill in her hand. “This will only make it feel better.”

“Your slut pill?” you say, the pleasure surging through you. You groan, your dick throbbing, aching in Deandra's sucking mouth.

“Yes!” The black-haired scientist grins at you. “It will quadruple the bliss you're feeling right now.”

That sounds incredible since you're feeling so amazing right now. Your cock is throbbing and aching. You're coming closer and closer to cumming. Deandra's mouth is sucking, nursing. Her tongue sweeps around the sensitive crown of your dick.

Pussy juices leak down your inner thighs to the tops of your stockings. Your twat is on fire. You groan, your breasts jiggling. You want to cum. Need to cum. It's building and building in you. It's about to erupt. To fire you of you. It's this incredible delight.

You lick your lips, staring at that pill.

“That does sound kinda hot,” you say, Deandra sucking.

Then she jams fingers into your twat. You gasp as your digits sink into your pussy. Your getting fingered and blown at the same time. Your snatch clenches on the digits while your cock throbs in Deandra's sucking mouth.

Your ovaries quiver. You can feel your first eruption with your new futa-dick growing and growing. You shudder, trembling. You fight against it, but this is so amazing. It driving you towards that climatic explosion.

“Take it,” moans Dr. Isabella, her blue eyes bright. “You'll love it.”

“Go for it,” Miranda moans.

Deandra curls her fingers inside of you. You gasp as they slide down your pussy walls and find this amazing spot. The pleasure intensifies right there. Your futa-dick throbs in her mouth as you realize she's found you G-spot.

You throw back your head and cum.

Your futa-cock explodes into Deandra's mouth. Your spurting blast after blast of jizz down her throat. Your tits heave. You pussy convulses. You gasp, your head shaking from the rapture surging through you. It's incredible. It's amazing. You whimper, your pussy writhing and spasming as juices gush down her hand.

“Take it!” moans Isabella. “Feel even better.”

“Than this?” you gasp as the duel delights ripple through your body.

Your pussy is sending waves of bliss through your flesh while jolts of ecstasy fire from your cock. The two sensations converge in your mind. You're having trouble thinking. Your body wants more as you spurt blast after blast of cum into Deandra's sucking mouth.

You stare at that pink pill as you surge towards paradise. The slut pill. Wouldn't that be nice? Do you or do you not take it?

What is your choice?

Do you take the slut-pill Isabella proffers? 

Do you refuse to take the slut-pill Isabella proffers?