The Futa Pill: You Tell Miranda to Mind Her Own Business

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“Mind your own business,” you hiss at the startled Miranda, your cock slamming in and out of Cassie's delicious, velvety bowels. Your fingers dance along her clit.

“What?” gasps the redheaded Miranda. The stack of manila folders she clutches spills from her hand. “Is that...? Are you...?”

“Yes!” moans Cassie as you pound her asshole, your finger diddling her clit. “Oh, yes, yes, keep slamming that dick into me! It's amazing! I love your futa-cock!”

“Futa... cock...” mutters Miranda as the elevator doors slide closed.

The elevator doesn't move. No one's summoned it. Not that you care. Your dick is buried in that hot, tight, wonderful asshole. You're plunging ahead fast and hard. You're pounding Cassie's delicious bowels hard and fast.

The velvety grip massages your cock. Pleasure flows down your dick to your juicy pussy. You groan, your heart hammering as you slam deeper and harder into her cunt. You bury over and over into her. She whimpers and moans, her bowels squeezing around you. This wonderful passion fills you as you hammer her.

“Oh, god, yes!” she moans. “This is amazing! Keep frigging my clit and fucking my asshole!”

“Yes!” you pant, your clothing rustling as you pound her. Your crotch smacks into her rump, your pussy lips, wrapped about the base of your new girl-dick, drinking in the delicious feel.

The slap of flesh on flesh echoes through the elevator. You shudder and gasp. This delicious pleasure surges through you. You groan, your heart screaming in your chest. This passionate beat pumps through your chest. You shudder. Your eyes flutter. You gasp and groan. You slam into her hard. You frig her clit, her juices dripping down your fingers.

It's this amazing delight. Every time you bury into her, this pressure builds deep inside of you. You're going to cum in her asshole. You want that rush to explode out of your girl-dick. You slam deep into her.

“Oh, my god, yes!” she moans, her bowels squeezing around your cock. “That's incredible! Oh, yes, yes!”

You plunge over and over into her, gasping, “I'm going to cum!”

“Do it!” she moans, her bowels squeezing around your cock.

Then her flesh ripples. Your friend moans, her head tossing to and fro. Her silky, blonde hair caresses your face. You plunge into her as her juices gush out of her pussy and anoint your fingers. Her sweet musk fills the elevator as you realize she's cumming.

Hard.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she howls then moans your name. “Cum in me! Fill me!”

You bury to the hilt in her. You shudder and then your cum fires into her bowels. Your hot jizz spurts again and again. You flood your friend's asshole with your cum. This dizzying wave of passion spills through you.

Every blast has you gasping. Moaning. You groan, shaking your head. Your eyes flutter. Pleasure burns through your thoughts. You gasp and moan, sucking in deep breaths as her bowels massages your cock, emptying your ovaries.

You lean against her, your pussy convulsing. Rapture and ecstasy flow out of your pussy and fires from your clit-dick. The dual pleasures slams into your mind. Stars burst across your vision as you gasp and pant, your chest rising and falling as you savor this wonderful bliss.

Then you gasp as you slump against her. Your nipples throb in your bra. Her asshole squeezes around you. She whimpers and her hand fumbles out and hits a button. The elevator lurches down towards the lab on the 13th floor.

You pull your cock out of her asshole and shove down your skirt, your dick softening. You draw up your cock. You seat your panties around it. You shift, your heart beating fast. It's an incredible delight to enjoy.

“Wow,” Cassie says as she draws up her panties. “Oh, wow, you flooded my asshole.”

“Sorry, the bump kinda took me off-target,” you say.

“It's fine,” she says. “It was exhilarating. I loved it.”

The elevator dings, the doors sliding open. You motion with your arm, “Shall we see Deandra?”

She nods her head and steps off. You feel amazing as you follow, your body buzzing from the rapture. You head down the hallway, passing the labs. Most are dark, but Lab 4, where the “slut” pill was developed has its light on. Dr. Isabella Murphy is working hard in there.

Her project was still being funded. Now the futa-pill...

Well, you would see.

Deandra's lab is 7 and it lays at the end of the hallway. Light shines through the frosted window. You open the door and march in. Instantly, your nose is assaulted by the chemicals. The room is white and austere, everything clean, the stainless steel tables and cabinets polished to a gleam. There are racks of equipment and a large fume hood. Shelves are covered in bottles of chemicals and an emergency shower lies in the corner. A Black woman looks up from the table. It looks like she just finished her lunch, sucking her thumb clean of any crumbs.

“Hey!” Deandra Michaels said, her silver nose piercing standing out next to her ebony skin. Her glasses shift. She pushes it up as she stood in a swirl of her white lab coat. Beneath that she wears a pair of skinny jeans and a scarlet belly shirt, exposing her flat stomach. She has a wild look for a scientist, her short, black hair buzzed with a fade on the right sight, her hair spilling down her left. “How'd the meeting go?”

“Badly,” you say. “They're shutting us down.”

“But...” Deandra quivers. “But my pill is awesome! You know that! It just needs some tweaking.”

“I wouldn't be so sure about that,” Cassie says in an almost gigglish tone.

“Oh?” asks Deandra. Then she shook her head. “Does this mean that hussy Isabella is taking over with her slut pill? My futa pill is so much better.”

“It is,” I said. “I took it.”

“And?” Deandra asks. She darts forward and stares down at your crotch. She claps her hands together as she sees your bulge. “Yes, yes, it worked! It really worked!”

Your jaw drops. “Wait, you knew this would happen.”

“I hoped,” she says. “Why do you think I nicknamed it the futa pill?”

“Because of that dumb name for the chemicals that no one can say.” Your dick throbs despite just cumming in Cassie's asshole.

“Naw, I named it after futanari. They're a Japanese thing. Girls who grow dicks.” She claps her hands together, looking like a young girl instead of a scientist. She squeals in delight. “Oh, my god, yes! I am the best mad scientist in the world.”

You shake your head. “This... I...”

“Does it ejaculate?” asks Deandra. “It's clearly become hard. Ooh, yes, yes, let me get you off. You look uncomfortable. A good cum will sort you out.”

“No, no, I'm fine,” you say. “Cassie took care of me in the elevator.”

Deandra blinks at you. “Oh, you and her, huh.” The scientist shrugs and pushes up her glasses. “I don't care.”

She grabs your skirt and yanks it up. You groan as your swelling girl-dick pops out before her. It twitches and throbs. Deandra shudders as she stares at it. She makes a wanton moan and then goes to grab it.

“Wait!” you gasp, grabbing her hand. “I just... It was just in...”

“What?” Deandra asks.

“I just fucked Cassie's asshole with it,” you gasp out, your cheeks burning. “It's dirty. I hadn't washed it yet.”

“Then I'll suck it clean and then examine it,” purrs Deandra. “I don't mind.”

Cassie's jaw drops. She shudders and says, “But I thought we were here to have Deandra examine your cock, not suck on it. She should be taking measurements or something.”

“Later, later,” Deandra says. She looks at you. “Well? Shall I suck you clean?”

Do you let Deandra suck your dirty cock clean, or do you insist on her examining you and making sure everything's okay? That is the point of coming down here.

What do you choose?

Do you let Deandra suck your dirty futa-cock?  

Do you insist that Deandra examine your dirty futa-cock?