The Futa Pill: You Go see Deandra Like You Meant To

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You are buzzing from the delight of Miranda cleaning your dirty dick and swallowing your load of futa-cum. You smack the button for the 13th floor, ready to continue on down to see Deandra and see what is going on with your futa-cock.

The elevator lurches down from the 31st floor. Miranda blinks. The redhead stands up, some of your cum dribbling down her chin. She shakes her head then asks, “What are you two up to?”

“We have to go see Deandra to figure this out,” you say. “She's the scientist that made the futa-pill.”

“Our company developed a pill that grows a clit into a dick?” asks Miranda.

“Apparently,” whimpers Cassie. She rubs at the hot folds of her pussy as she stares up at the counter. “Oh, we're going down so fast.” With a sigh, she hikes up her panties and her pin-striped slacks.

You do the same with your panties, tucking your cock away before smoothing down your charcoal skirt. You squirm as the elevator reaches the 13th floor. All the labs were on this floor. As the elevator dings, you and Cassie step off of it.

Miranda follows.

“Um, what are you doing?” Cassie asks, glancing at Miranda. “Don't you have to pick up all those papers you dropped?”

“Well, I'm going to see Deandra, too,” Miranda says. She licks at her lips, gathering up some of the cum on her chin.

“No, you're not,” Cassie huffs. “You're not part of our project.” She glances at you. “Right.”

“Right,” you say.

“Please, please, let me go,” Miranda begs. She quivers, her red hair swaying about her face. “This futa-cock was amazing. I can't believe how hot it was. I want to learn more. Let me cum! I don't want to go back upstairs and work on my customer service reporter. That's so boring.”

You bit your lip. Do you allow Miranda to go with you, or do you tell her she's not part of this project and has to go back upstairs?

What do you do?

Do you go see Deandra without Miranda? 

Do you let Miranda join the project?