The Futa Pill - You Tell Cassie that You'll Masturbate Your Cock on Your Own

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“I got this,” you say as you close the door, too afraid of ruining your friendship with Cassie to let her risk blowing your dick.

“Are you sure?” she asks even as you shut the stall door before her. “I mean...”

“Won't it ruin everything?” you ask and grab your cock.

“I don't know,” she said. “But... I get it. This is probably scary for you.”

“Yeah,” you say and then start stroking your dick again.

Your worries quickly fade away as you pump your hand up and down your new penis. The pleasure is incredible. You can't believe the futa pill has done this to you. It's created a dick. A futa-dick... That word feels so write to describe the cock thrusting from the folds of your shaved pussy. You whimper, the spongy tip throbbing.

It's such a huge cock. It's so different stroking it than a guy's. It's right before you, your fingers barely able to wrap about it. It's so much longer, too. You have to stroke so much to slide up to the pinnacle and tease that spongy-crown before descending to the hot folds of your pussy.

Your labia aches at every wet downstroke.

Cassie shifts around outside your stall, listening to you jerking your cock. You groan, getting turned on knowing that she's listening. You lick your lips, your hand flying up and down your girl-cock. She has to be hearing the slap of flesh on flesh that you're making. You fist your girl-dick faster and faster, that ache building and building at the tip.

You bite your lower lip to keep from moaning out, not wanting your friend to hear how wanton you are. But it feels so good.

Your hand slaps down into your pussy on every downstroke. Then you surge up your thick shaft to the tip. You have precum. Clear beads that bubble out of the slit at the tip. Your stroking hand smears the lubing juice along your shaft, letting you stroke faster and faster.

It feels incredible.

Your cunt clenches every time you caress the tip. It's so sensitive. Like your clit but bigger. You fight those moans as you fist your girl-dick. That wonderful ache builds at the tip while pressure grows deep in your pussy.

Is that your ovaries? Are you preparing a load of cum to fire out of your new futa-dick?

You hope so. You're eager to orgasm with your new cock. You shift on your heels, your pussy juices soaking into your panties bunched around the base of your cock. You let out a little whimper, your clothing rustling.

“It sounds like you're really going at it,” Cassie suddenly says. She's right outside the door.

“Sorry,” you moan, unable to stop.

“It sounds like a guy... jacking off,” Cassie says. “But I guess that makes sense. I mean...”

“I do have a cock,” you moan in delight.

“What does it feel like?” she asks. 

You're so close to cumming that it's hard to focus on her question. You groan, your heart racing. Maybe you should tell her since your dick feels so good in your stroking hand.

Her fingers appear over the top of the stall while the tips of her shoes peek beneath. She's rising up on her tiptoes like she's trying to peer over the door and see what you're doing. You groan, the door rattling, your orgasm building fast.

“Naughty,” you moan, “trying to peek on me stroking my new dick!”

“Sorry, it's just so... intriguing,” your friend moans.”

You bite your lip. You're on the verge of erupting when the bathroom door opens. A fresh set of heels echoes as a new woman enters the restroom. Should you stop masturbating before your caught, or are you too close to cumming to care?

What do you do?

Do you stop masturbating in the stall? 

Do you continue masturbating in the stall?