The Futa Pill: You Insist that Deandra Examine Your Dirty Futa-Cock

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“You need to examine me right now,” you decide.

There's noticeable disappointment flashing across Deandra's face that she doesn't get to suck your cock, fresh from Cassie's asshole, clean. The Black scientist shakes her head like you're the most disappointing specimen she's ever come across.

“Fine, let's get you washed in the sink,” she said. “If you won't let me suck you off.”

Something in her tone makes you suspicious, but she's right. You do need to get her dick clean, so you head with her to the sink, Cassie trailing behind you. Your futa cock throbs and bobs before you. She reaches it and turns on both the hot water and cold water.

She opens a shelf and pulls out sterile-looking washcloth. She checks the water temperature and then shoves the rag in it. She shakes her head. “I really, really can't believe you don't want me to suck your dick off.”

“I'm here to make sure there's nothing wrong. No side-effects or anything.”

“Fine, fine,” she says. “We need to get naked. We don't want to get wet.” She winks at you and starts peeling off her clothing.

You say and can see the point. You're moving fast unable to notice how sexy her body is as she strips off her top. Her breasts are small and firm, topped by nipples a darker brown than her skin. She wiggles out of her jeans and shoves down her panties, exposing her black bush.

A wet bush.

She grins at you as you finish getting out of your clothing, stripped down to your thigh-high stockings. Your round breasts quiver. Your futa-cock throbs. You want to do such naughty things with it, but... You have to get answers.

You hear rustling and turn to see Cassie getting naked, too. You arch your eyebrows.

“What, I was feeling left out,” she says, her round tits coming into view. They're pale and plump and cute.

You sigh and turn back to Deandra. She's brought the washcloth to the soap dispenser. She pumps a few squirts of a lavender-scented liquid soap on the washcloth and rubs it together to make a fine lather. You reach for it.

Instead, she wraps the warm, wet cloth around your cock and strokes your shaft. You gasp as she washes your girl-dick. She pumps it up and down, coating your shaft in suds. Pleasure ripples down your cock to your pussy.

“Now, we have to do a thorough job,” she says. “We can't have any contamination on it. So... just let me do it. I know what I'm doing.”

“It feels like you're jerking me off,” you moan, the washcloth caressing your dick. The wet, terry cloth fibers massage your sensitive crown. The warm water soaks your cock.

“Nonsense,” she says. “Just being a calm and rational scientist. Just relax. I'll make sure you have an orgasm you'll never forget. You'll just explode. It'll be wonderful.”

“Sure, sure,” you groan. You squirm from side to side, the pleasure growing and growing from the strokes. “It's just... I mean...”

“Are you sensitive?” she asks and squeezes her hand tighter. Amusement tinges her voice. “Huh?”

“Yes!”

“See, we're learning already,” she purred, pumping her hand faster, washing your cock with such energetic strokes.

“I think you're just trying to make me cum,” you pant.

“Well, we have to know it works.”

“Oh, it works,” Cassie sighs, sounding like she's in heaven. “Trust me, that was amazing when she fucked me up the ass.”

You nod and shudder. The washcloth feels amazing around your girl-dick. You shudder, your heart pounding fast, pumping delight through you. The spongy crown of your cock drinks in the feel of the terry cloth sliding over your crown. She's massaging you.

Whimpers burst from your lips. You're coming closer and closer to that moment of eruption. It's building and building in you. Your cunt squeezes tight as Deandra pumps that washcloth up you. Your head shakes.

“You're supposed to be examining me!” you gasp. “Making sure everything's good.”

“When you're clean,” she purrs. “You were in her asshole. We have to have you sterile, and since you wouldn't let me use my mouth...”

“That's not sterile!” you gasp, your body swaying. “Oh, my god. That's... That's... Shit!”

You erupt.

Your pearly spunk fires into the sink. It splashes against the metal rim. It dribbles down the side while you sway and groan. Your eyes blink wildly. You shudder, your pussy convulsing. Pleasure floods from your pussy and explodes from your cock.

“Three,” counts Deandra as your futa-dick unloads into the sink. “Four. Five. Six.”

“Oh, my god,” you gasps, the pleasure bursting through your body. You spasm, tits shaking.

“Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Oh, my god, ten spurts of futa-cum! Eleven! Twelve! Ooh, those weren't as big.”

You whimper as you buck a final time, a watery spurt spilling over her dark skin. She holds up her hand and grins. She licks it off and then whirls around. She darts to a shelf while you stumble back.

“here we are,” she says, holding up two different sets of calipers, one for measuring something small and the other for something long. She runs over to you and says. “You're still hard. Good.”

“That's not how guys work,” you say as she opens wide her large calipers.

“Mmm, well, guys aren't futas,” she answers. She measures her cock. “Do guys have 13.7 inch cocks? Nope.”

“Nearly fourteen inches,” groans Cassie. “I had nearly fourteen inches of cock in me. Oh, my god, that's fantastic.”

“And let's see.” Deandra uses the smaller calipers to measure the girth. “4.3 inches. Nice and fat. You are going to set records.”

“And everything's okay?” you ask.

“Just how I designed you,” she says and turns to the counter.

She opens it up and you frown. “What are you doing?”

She pulls out an amber bottle that rattles. “I'm taking the futa-pill. If you're going to be a stick in the mud, then I'm going to have fun because, clearly, it works. You have a big clit-dick that cums and cums and is just as huge as I planned.” She breathed in. “Mmm, and pheromones seem to be working, too.”

Are you going to let Deandra take the futa-pill? You can't be sure that aren't any other side-effects, and if she takes it, who will help you both out when something goes wrong. Of course, if she had a futa-dick, it would be big and thick and throbbing and so much fun to play with.

What do you choose?

Do you stand there as Deandra takes the futa-pill? 

Do you stop Deandra from taking the futa-pill?