The Futa Pill: You and Miranda Punish Dr. Isabella (Patreon)

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You gather the strength not to give in to temptation and push Cassie's head back.

“This is wrong,” you say and advance on Dr. Isabella.

“So fucking wrong,” Miranda agrees, marching at your side.

“Wrong?” Dr. Isabella gasps. “I mean, she has the big boobs and sex drive that I promised.”

“You didn't mention the side effects,” you growl. “That's bad.”

“She's been baddie?” gasps Cassie. “No, no, that's no goody good. No one should be baddie. You have to be punished if your baddie. Spankings! Baddie girls are spanked on their bums!”

“You know,” Miranda says, “that does sound like a good idea.”

“What?” Dr. Isabella gasps.

Then she darts around the table.

You and Miranda chase after her. Dr. Isabella, her lab coat flapping around her, races down the other side of the table for the door. She's going to getaway. You won't catch her.

Cassie, her huge tits bouncing, steps up and says, “Baddie girls get spanked!”

Dr. Isabella slides to a stop. You and Miranda round the table and seize her from behind. Cassie gives a vigorous nod of her head, looking on in complete agreement as you and Miranda struggle with the scientist.

“Your bimbo pill is fucked up,” you say.

“You can't just make women into airheads and think that's cool!” Miranda adds as you two wrench off the coat.

“She's happier now than she'll ever be!” Dr. Isabella gasps. “And look at those huge tits of hers. They're gorgeous.”

“And what about Cassie?” you demand.

“I'm right here, silly billy!” she says. “See.” She bounces up and down. “Right here with my big and big and huge and big titties. They jiggle. Lookie, lookie! Jiggly boobies!” She squeals in delight as she watches her tits bounce up and down.

“That's not her,” you say. “Not really. She's been bimbofied.”

“I know,” Dr. Isabella says. “I know you find it hot. I can feel that futa-dick poking me in the ass.”

“I want futany-dicky pocking me in the ass,” Cassie says and then starts unfastening her pants. “Stupid pants. I hate them. Hate, hate, hate them!”

“I thought you loved them,” you say. “You've always worn pantsuits.”

“I wanted to be taken... taken... not dumb by people,” said Cassie, her face scrunching up. “So I wore stupid pants and not sexy skirts. You have sexy skirt. I want sexy skirt. No more pants.”

You had no idea Cassie preferred skirts. She used to want to be professional, now she was a bimbo and her true feelings were coming out. You stare transfixed at her big boobs as they sway before her. She's wiggling off her pants, bending over more and more.

“Damn,” you say, shaking your head. “Let's hike her skirt up, Miranda, and yank her panties off. This will be more effective bare bottom.”

“Right!” says Miranda. “Ooh, you're going to pay for this, you know that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” says Dr. Isabella mutters. “You'll be wanting to be bimbos, too. You'll see. You'll want to be as carefree and happy as her.”

You glance over to see Cassie peeling off her panties, her blonde hair spilling about her smiling face. Her huge knockers sway back and forth. They smack together. Your dick twitches, the tip rubbing into Dr. Isabella's rump.

Panties off, Cassie spins around and wiggles her ass at you. Her butt-cheeks jiggle and her asshole peeks out. Juices drip from her blonde bush. She smacks her ass while you swallow, your pussy clenching.

“Poke my butt with your futany-dicky!” she moans. “I want it. I want to be poked by your big futany-dicky.”

“We have to punish the bad girl first,” you say, shaking your head.

“First?” Miranda whispers. “You're not.”

You swallow. Cassie is... irresistible.

“Who's a baddie girl?” asks Cassie, looking around.

“Dr. Isabella,” you say and draw up the scientist's skirt. She has pink panties on beneath. You hook those and pull them off.

“What did Dr. Issybella do?” Cassie asks as she turns back around. She faces you, tits heaving from the spin around, and plants her hands on her hips. “Huh?”

“She made you into a bimbo,” you say and yank down the scientist's body.

“A bimboz?” gasps Cassie. She grabs her face, rubbing at it. “I don't feel a clown nose.” She squeezed her nose. “See, see, no honky. I'm not a bimboz clown. I'm Cassie.”

You shake your head and then anger surges through you. You draw back your hand and smack it hard down on Dr. Isabella's ass.

CRACK!

“Damn!” Dr. Isabella gasps, a red handprint forming on her butt.

“You turned my friend into an airhead!” you growl.

“A hot one!” Dr. Isabella moans. “With big tits and—”

SMACK!

Miranda's hand lands on Dr. Isabella's other butt-cheek, painting it bright red. It jiggles and she gasps, squirming. You nod your head in approval.

“You don't get to justify this!” Miranda says.

“Yeah!” Cassie says.

SLAP!

The bimbo gives a playful spank to Dr. Isabella.

“Baddie bad girl!” Cassie adds. “You don't get to just fry things! You can only fry foods and stuff. Not things!”

You wince and then you spank the scientist.

CRACK!

SMACK!

Miranda's hand falls right after yours, making Dr. Isabella's butt-cheeks jiggle.

“Take that, baddie girl!” Cassie giggles.

SLAP!

Dr. Isabella groans, her butt-cheeks reddening. Your clit-dick throbs as you spank her ass. Your and Miranda's hands fill the air with stinging pain while Cassie's playful swats add a surreal quality to it. It's a game to her.

SLAP!

“Baddie bad meanie-head!” Cassie squeals, a big grin on her face. She's bouncing up and down, having a great time, not understanding what's going on. “She's baddie! I'm helping!”

“Yes, you are,” you say, smiling at her.

Before you can react, she throws her arms around your neck and kisses you. Her lips are hot and delicious, her naked body pressing into you. The contact of her hot skin makes your dick throb. You groan, wanting to push her down on the table and ravish her.

You break free of her and say, “Okay, okay, we have to keep punishing the baddie girl.”

Cassie gasps. “Who's been baddie?”

“Dr. Isabella,” you say, still shocked she could have forgotten already.

“Dr. Issybella!” gaps Cassie.

SLAP!

“Don't be a baddie girl!”

SLAP!

“That's bad!”

“Yeah,” you say. “She has been bad.”

You march over to the bottle of the slut pill on the counter. You open it up, fishing out one and then dumping the rest down the drain. Miranda and Cassie keep spanking the scientist. She's squirming on the counter.

“Here,” you tell Dr. Isabella. “If this is perfectly fine to take, and being a bimbo is not a problem, then here you are.”

“Me?” blanches Dr. Isabella. “I don't want to be an airhead.”

SMACK!

“You fucking bitch!” Miranda hisses. She has such a hard look on her face. “You were more than willing to let me or Cassie take it. More than willing to let one of us end up as a bimbo!”

“Yeah!” Cassie says. “No one wants to be bimboz! They're scary.”

“Dr. Isabella wants to be one,” you say. “Right?”

Dr. Isabella gasps. “You wouldn't make me take it.”

“Oh, I will,” you say. “There's nothing more in the world I want to see than you swallowing the pill.”

“Really?” she asks. Then, to your shock, she plucks it out of your hand and pops it into her mouth. She gulps it down and then gasps. “Why did I just do that?”

“I... I don't know,” you say. You knew you couldn't have really forced her to take it.

“I just...” Her voice trailed off. “The futa pheromones. Ooh, women just want to please you and... and... Fuck!”

She sits up and begins attacking the front of her blouse. Her tits are ballooning the way Cassie's had. Dr. Isabella wrenches open her bronze blouse and exposes her boobs stretching out a yellow bra that she wore.

“No, no, no, no, no!” she moans, her voice growing higher pitch. “My boobies are too big for my bra. What do I do? It's starting to hurt!”

“Undo your bra,” Miranda says.

“Yes,” you hiss, moving around the table. “Undo your bra and free your big boobs.”

“That's such a smarty smart thing,” says Dr. Isabella.

“It is, Dr. Issybella!” Cassie says. “She's so smart. She has a big futany-dicky, too.”

“She does?” gasps Dr. Isabella as she unhooks her bra.

Her tits are as big as Cassie's now. They are heavy and sway together. You shudder at the sight of them. Then the two bimbos stare at each other's tits. With a squeal they grab their boobs and rubbed them together, pushing their flesh in tight until they piled into two pairs of lush mounds.

“Fuck,” Miranda says. “They're both airheads now.”

“Yeah,” you say, your dick throbbing as they work their boobs together. “Damn, that's hot. That's so fucking hot.”

“You're getting turned on by them?” Miranda asks. “I mean... they're idiots now. They can't help themselves.”

“Cute idiots,” you groan. “They'll need someone to watch out for them and... They have such huge boobs. I think I'm a boobs sort of futa.”

“You like boobies?” Dr. Isabella asks.

“Yes, yes, do you like our big and soft and huge and big boobies?” Such excitement brims in Cassie's blue eyes.

“Yeah,” you say as you unbutton your rose-hued blouse. “I think I do. They're magnificent.”

“And lookie,” Cassie squeals. “She has a biggie futany-dicky! Isn't that so hot, Dr. Issybella?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” moans the scientist. “I know big dickies. It's my job as a science lady. I do science and stuff and that makes me smart.”

“Wow,” Cassie says. “What should we do with it? Suck on it.”

“Yes!”

In moments, you have two bimbos kneeling before you. They both grab your girl-dicks and stroke them. Then they lean in together, their heads smacking in together. They burst into giggles while you slide out of your blouse, your round tits jiggling in your light-blue bra.

They move in together this time, their cheeks pressed tight. Their tongues flutter around the crown of your dick. Their hands stroke you as they lick at the slit. Your precum beads out and spills over their tongues.

“Yummy nummy!” Dr. Isabella coos.

“So nummy!” moans Cassie. Her tongue probes at the slit of your cock. “Mmm, salty nummers!”

“Shit,” you groan as they bathe the crown of your dick in saliva.

“This is fucked up,” Miranda says and marches out of the lab.

As the door slams shut, you savor the two bimbos worshiping your cock. They lick and flutter their tongues over the crown of your dick. You shudder, loving their hands stroking your shaft. Your pussy clenches, juices soaking down to your thigh-high stockings.

“Fuck,” you groan and attack the buttons of your blouse. You work through the buttons one after another.

Then you open your bra and shrug out of it. Your breasts jiggling in your light-blue, satin bra. You quickly get rid of that, unhooking it and sliding it off. Your tits sway before you, round and plump, as you stare down at the two bimbos.

They have their cheeks pressed tight, both stroking your cock with their tongues. Their hands slide down your shaft, Cassie's brushing the folds of your pussy. You shudder when she does, that pleasure adding to the delight building and building at the tip of your cock.

You smile, loving the way that both bimbos are loving you. They're stroking you with their tongues, smacking their lips. They clearly are in heaven. Worshiping your futa-dick is something that they love.

“Fuck,” you mutter.

“That's a badie bad word,” purrs Cassie. “Fuck. You should only be saying it when fucking!”

“Yeah, Caszie is right!” moans Dr. Isabella. Well, maybe just Isabella now. She's not bright enough to mess with her chemicals. “You should only say it when fucking my pussy with your big dick.”

“Yes, yes, fuck us with your big futany-dicky,” Cassie moans.

“Make me cum all over your faces, and I will,” you moan, this depravity settling down on you. Under your breath, you mutter, “So going to hell.”

But they're stroking you faster. Their kissing and sucking on the sides of your cock. The ache builds at the tip of your clit-dick. You come closer and closer to cumming. To spurting your jizz all over their faces. You can't help it.

They're just too delicious to resist.

Your face contorts. Your breasts jiggle as the two bimbos love the tip of your cock. You shudder and then you groan, the pressure hitting that erupting point at the tip of your dick. You throw back your head and howl.

“Fuck!”

Your cock erupts.

Stars burst across your eyes as your cum fires from your dick. The bimbos squeal in delight as you hose them down. You coat them in your spunk. You cover them in all that wonderful passion. It's incredible.

“Cummy nummy!” squeals Cassie.

“Rainy jizz!” moans Isabella.

The two bimbos open their mouths wide, catching your cum. You watch your jizz painting over their features. They shudder, their big boobs heaving as you unload spurt after spurt of your cum on their faces.

“Goddamn, fuck!” you moan.

“Futany-cummy!” whimpers Cassie. “So nummers!”

“Mmm, you have nummy-yummy cummy on your cheek!” Dr. Isabella says.

She licks cum off of Cassie's cheek. Then she turns her head and returns the favor. You groan, standing over the two bimbos as they lick and lap your jizz off each others' faces. They squeal in delight, their pink tongues flashing.

“Here, little cummies!” coos Cassie then she licks a line of spunk off of Isabella's neck.

“I'm gonna get you and eat you and make you fill my belly, jizzies!” Dr. Isabella purrs before sucking a big glob of your cum off of Cassie's chin.

Then they're kissing, their lips smacking together. You swallow, your heart racing as you watch them. This is so hot. They're so sexy. Cum-matted lips work together. Their pink tongues flash, sharing the jizz with each other.

Then they both look up and squeal, “More! More!”

“Cum all over our faces,” Cassie moans.

“Shower us in your jizzy delight!” Isabella moans. “More!”

“Yummy nummy cummers!” whimpers Cassie. “Please, please, pretty please. I'll do anything like suck your cock and suck your dick and lick your pussy and you can fuck my pussy. Just cum on my face all the time.”

“And that's a lot!” Isabella says. “We need it!”

You smile. “Yes, you, do.”

It's clear the two bimbos are going to need someone to take care of them. To love and watch out for them. You'll keep them happy. You'll give them all the facials they can crave. They're just so sexy, you know it won't be a chore.

At least Dr. Isabella can never recreate her work. No other women will be trekked into taking the slut pill.

As they start sucking on your girl-dicks again, you smile. Life with two bimbo girlfriends will be interesting.

Cassie and Isabella Are Your Bimbo Girlfriends Ending

Author note: These links are to give the poll context!

Do you disobey Ms. Kato's order to strip naked?

Do you continue on to coming clean with Ms. Kato?

Do you decide Ms. Kato is done with you and you leave?

Do you reject Dr. Isabella's offer?