The Futa Pill: You Masturbate in the Bathroom Stall

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“I'm fine,” you say and start stroking your cock. “Really, I am.”

“Are you sure?” she asks even as you feel this incredible surge of pleasure shooting down your cock.

It's 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, clearly still concerned. You try to ignore her, keeping your breathing low, but it's hard when your cock feels so good in your grip. 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. 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.

“What's that sound?” Cassie suddenly asks. She's right outside the door. “It's very... rhythmic.”

“Sorry,” you moan, unable to stop.

“It almost sounds like a guy... jacking off,” Cassie says. “That's... impossible. It's coming from your stall.”

“Impossible,” you moan in delight.

“So what is it?” she asks. 

You're so close to cumming. You should stop. It's so hard. Your dick feels so good in your stroking hand.

Her fingers appear over the top of the stall. The tip of her shoes peeks beneath the stall door. 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.

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?