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Was it a different type of banana than the type in the stores? It was delicious, that was for sure. I found myself wolfing it down as I sat up and looked around. I finished it off and held out the peel. Then I just shrugged and tossed it out the window.
"Strange Chantelle not futa," said Jane. Then her eyes widen. She jumped up and down. "Pool! Pool! You bathe pool!"
"A bath?" I asked, stretching. "That sounds wonderful. Sure, why not?"
"Bathe pool. Be futa!" She grabbed her clit-dick and stroked it. "Chantelle futa. Jane futa. Both futas. Happy futas."
"Uh, if I bathe in this pool, my clit will grow into a big dick?" I asked, standing up. "I'll be a goth-futa with a huge throbbing girl-cock?"
"Yes!" she squealed and grabbed me. She threw me over her shoulder before I was ready. I gasped, my legs dangling down her front, my black hair draped down to her rump. She turned and darted out of her hut.
"Oh, no," I groaned as she jumped off and grabbed a vine.
Her ululating cry echoed through the jungle as she swung me off to this pool. Just where was I? What sort of island was this if there was a magic pool that could turn me into a futa? And were there any other survivors of my ship?
Or was it just me and Jane on this deserted island?
To be continued...
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