>>11331306
This storyline appeared to me during REM sleep.
In a world where futas are an uncommon natural occurrence, you walk past a street food vendor every day and not give it too much attention, then one day out of curiosity chat up the fit genki girl running the stall, heavily breathing and with a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead behind the counter, and ask what's she's been selling every day. Cumplings. A tradition that endears her home village to outsiders. You watch as she explains the process of palming a few flavorless arrowroot/konjac tissue sheets, cupping them over her upper 1/3rd of her dick, and then pumping and depositing the filling. Lifting it off her cock she seamlessly twists it shut and puts it on a tray of about a dozen others waiting for their turn in the steamer.
She tells a story about moving to the city to study and work, but not quite striking out on her own and deciding to run this food truck vendor operation instead. She starts looking downcast as she explains that while she's been at it for awhile, even as a 23 year old college grad, her little success is starting to cause her futa-libido to be lessening prematurely, and will someday soon have to retire this tradition to the next generation.
Trying one, you tell her it's the richest thing you've ever tasted, and watching such a pretty girl makes it extra filling, and to not give up so soon since at least you will stay a regular.
Lately, you've been noticing that the food stall seems to be overproducing, and the line of customers gets longer and longer from the stall's aroma suddenly intensifying these past few weeks. When you walk by, the vendor turns beet red and looks away mischievously. She stutters an offer to you. "You're my best critic. Want to try my home-cooking this weekend?"
I think futa are a "rare individual" type that have significantly different recessive genes. Pockets of them occur but there has to be a realistically natural reason why they are unusual.
