The Futa Pill: You Demonstrate to Ms. Kato How the Futa-Pill Works

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β€œWait, stop, Deandra,” you say as the scientist is about to pop the futa-pill past her lips. β€œLet's do this in front of Ms. Kato.”

β€œUhh...” Deandra stares at it, futa-cum dribbling down her thighs. β€œYeah, yeah, that's probably the best way to get her to reverse her idiot decision and canceling my project.”

β€œYep,” you say, nodding in complete agreement.

The three of you get dress. You and Cassie have to awkwardly get your futa-cocks into panties. Your friend wears those pin-striped pants. She shudders as she has to work the zipper shut, her face twisting and her blonde hair dancing. Her breasts rise and fall when she finally manages to get it done.

β€œI'm going back to wearing skirts,” she mutters. β€œScrew this trying to look less feminine in the workplace BS. She starts buttoning up her blouse. β€œAt least this still fits.”

You nod, glad you have a skirt. β€œThough, your slacks do show off your new cock.”

β€œYeah, I guess it does,” she says, staring down at the outline of her dick. She has it angled to the side to keep it from popping out the waistband.

β€œGod, futa-cocks are amazing,” Deandra says, staring at it. She pulls on her belly shirt without replacing her bra. None of you put on your underwear since you'll be getting naked again pretty soon. β€œI'm such an awesome inventor.”

β€œYeah, you are,” you say, grinning at her. β€œAnd you're getting a wet spot.”

β€œYou two fired so much fun in me,” Deandra says dreamily.

The three of you leave the office, Cassie walking a little funny. Your cock drinks in the friction of the shifting fabric of your pencil skirt, but at least you can walk normally. At the end of the hallway, you ride the elevator up and up to the 75th floor where not only do you and Cassie work but where Ms. Kato's office lies.

It's a long and uncomfortable ride. You just want to use your futa-dick again. It was amazing. Cassie whimpers and keeps shifting her cock around just a bit. She lets out a huge sigh of relief when the elevator dings. She follows Deandra out.

β€œThere you are!” Paris hisses.

Your redheaded rival marches up, anger blazing on her face. You fight a groan, not wanting to deal with the bitch. She crosses her arms, pushing up her large tits in her scarlet blouse, her blue blazer rustling about her.

β€œYou were supposed to bring me a coffee!” she hisses. β€œWhen I give you an order, you will obey—”

β€œWe're in a hurry,” Deandra says, crossing her arms. β€œI have to show my work off to Ms. Kato!” Deandra yanks up your skirt. You gasp as your futa-dick pops out, thrusting from the shaved folds of your pussy. β€œSee. She needs to see this right away.”

Paris's jaw drops. She stares at the big cock in Deandra's ebony grasp. Then the scientist shoves your dick back up beneath your skirt and tugs it down. Without a word, she bullies her way past Paris and marches down the side of the cubicles. You hurry after with Cassie, leaving Paris to make strangling sounds.

Deandra knocks hard on Ms. Kato's office door. You wince at how forceful it is.

β€œYes,” Ms. Kato calls, her voice icy.

Deandra throws open the door. You follow in after her, heart thundering in your chest. Ms. Kato is not a woman to cross. Her chilly gaze could freeze a polar bear. This is a bad idea. You don't even know how this works.

β€œWhat can I do for the three of you?” she asks, staring at us with those black eyes of hers. β€œI am not changing my mind, Deandra. Your pill—”

β€œIs a success!” the scientist exclaims and grabs your skirt. She hauls it up again and your futa-cock pops out. Deandra's quite good at doing that. You blush, feeling so exposed now. Your cock is out for anyone to see.

Ms. Kato raises an eyebrow at your dick.

Sighing, Cassie unsnaps her slacks. The zipper rasps down. She pulls her cock, stroking up and down it a few times. A look of pleasure crosses her face as she enjoys what she's doing. You want to join her.

β€œThis is not amusing,” Ms. Kato says. β€œI don't know what has gotten into your heads, or where you got those... those...” Her eyes narrowed. β€œThose are not dildos.”

β€œThey're futa-cocks!” Deandra says. β€œWatch!”

Deandra pulls the pill out of her pocket and pops it into her mouth. She manages to swallow it down with little effort despite its size. Then she grins at Ms. Kato and unzips her jeans. She shoves it down, exposing her black bush.

β€œAre you looking to work for another com...” Ms. Kato's words trail off. β€œOh, my.”

β€œI know,” you groan as Deandra's futa-dick grows.

It grows thicker and longer with every pulsing beat of her heart. The pink hue fades to Deandra's ebony delight. She groans in such delight as it passes your last boyfriend's cock in size. Deandra grabs her swelling futa-dick in both her hands. She strokes up and down it, double fisting herself and shivering in delight.

It's grown as big as yours and Cassie's.

β€œIt does this to every woman?” Ms. Kato asks.

β€œYes, it does,” you say, eager for her to be thrilled.

Ms. Kato grins. It's something you've never seen. It's almost alien to her. It is full of hunger. β€œStrip.”

Her command echoes through her office. It ripples over all three of you. This dominating aura ripples off of Ms. Kato. You shudder, part of you wanting to just obey her. But you can see the lust in Ms. Kato's eyes.

Do you dare to take control?

What do you choose?

Do you, Deandra, and Cassie submit to Ms. Kato? 

Do you take command of the meeting with Ms. Kato? 

Author Note: Boy, there's so many ways to get around in this story. So time for another poll on where to go next.

Do you lie and tell Ms. Kato you're sick? 

Do you tell Cassie you don't want to share this? 

Do you stop Deandra from taking the futa-pill? 

Do you go see Deandra like you meant to?