The Futa Pill: You Stay Quiet and Hope Ms. Kato Thinks She Was Mistaken

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You pull your cock out of Cassie's mouth, a warning look in your eyes. She nods her head while the tip of your cock twitches and throbs. Your body trembles in delight from your orgasm. Your panting, your entire body trembling. Ms. Kato's heels shift in the other stall.

“Who is in there?” she demands again, her voice ice.

Your heart pounds in your chest. Will Ms. Kato notice anything under the stall divider? Can she see your feet or Cassie's pants? Will she realize two people are in here doing something naughty? Your blood screams through your veins while tension tightens your skin. You tremble, waiting to find out if she would believe your ruse.

This can't possibly work.

Ms. Kato let's out a sigh, muttering to herself. You can't believe it. It did work. You hold yourself as impossibly still as you can, your dick twitching before you. Cassie is staring up at you, her blue eyes bright, your cum staining her lips.

A skirt rustles. Pantyhose whisks down thighs. Ms. Kato sits down on the toilet. For the second time, you're listening to a woman. Maybe bathrooms are not the best place to have these sort of trysts. Too public. Good thing you already came.

You just have to wait for her to finish. The sounds of her peeing seems to go on and on forever. You're staring at your friend, her body shaking. You're trying to breathe as slowly as possible. It's so hard. Your body is getting sore from holding the pose.

The toilet roll squeaks. Paper tears. Skirt rustles. Then the toilet flushes. That whoosh of water echoes, bringing you closer and closer to your release. You stare down at Cassie, her blue eyes shining up at you. Relief sighs out of her as Ms. Kato leaves the stall.

You did it.

Ms. Kato's heels click, the sound echoing loudly through the bathroom. Water hisses on. Splashing. She's washing. Then it turns off. More paper rustles. But Ms. Kato doesn't leave then. You can hear her moving around. It sounds like she's rummaging through her purse.

“She's checking her makeup,” mouths Cassie.

You fight the urge to let out a moan of frustration. Since when did Ms. Kato care about her appearance?

After what feels like an eternity, Ms. Kato heads to the door. It creaks open, groans close.

“Fuck!” you gasp, the danger bleeding out of you.

“Yes, that was close,” pants Cassie. “Oh, wow, we were almost caught. She would have skinned us alive. How would you have explained this!”

She shakes your cock.

“Yeah,” you grin, a nervous giggle bursting from your lips. You really got away with it.

Cassie stands up and rips off a piece of toilet paper. Wiping her mouth, she says, “Let's get out of here before we're caught.”

You nod and tuck your softening cock between your thighs before pulling up your light-blue panties. You smooth down your charcoal-gray skirt and see no bulge stretching the front, your new dick tucked against your shaved pussy. You nod your head in satisfaction.

No one can tell what you grew.

You both slip out of the office and scurry back to your cubicle. This time, you're not afraid of getting caught except... The slacks Cassie's wearing really make her ass look nice. A tingle itches the tip of your cock. It throbs tucked between your thighs.

“Okay,” Cassie says the moment you enter your cubicle, “what do we do?”

You frown as you sit down at your chair. “We have to tell someone,” you say. “We have to talk to Ms. Kato or Deandra.”

“Do you want to go to Ms. Kato before you know all the facts?” Cassie asks. “You should talk to Deandra first and find out if she knows anything about this.”

You can go tell your boss, Ms. Kato, under the pretense of getting her coffee, or you can ride the elevator down to Deandra Michaels and speak to the chemist who created the futa-pill. 

What do you do?

Do you go show Deandra the pill's side effect?  

Do you go show Ms. Kato the pill's side effect?