A Futa care package

As the Futa spread across eastern Europe it wasn’t unheard of for them to air drop ‘care packages’ in areas outside of their control. So it came to pass that Edvin found a crate in the woods as he was taking a walk.

He pried the unlabeled container open to find a white Styrofoam cooler. Inside dry ice kept a half gallon of ice cream frozen, it was Bad Bitch Banana Nut from Corruption Creamery. He lifted it out to take a closer look, the packaging was off-putting a cartoon Futa with a giant banana erection.

Of course other than that she was smoking hot, her big breasts and ass looked great. He’d heard of Corruption Creamery, he’d seen a few commercials. Even the new one that claimed 1 in 10 is ‘extra special’. Ten people with pints and spoons sat down to see who the ‘lucky’ winner was. But all ten had started orgasming and transforming. They literally burst out of their clothes and started fucking each other.

Needless to say he was skeptical of anything Futas say, they only have one thing on their mind. It wasn’t clear if all, none, or some of the ice cream was ‘extra special’. Could you even get corrupted by frozen Futa cum? Why was he even wondering about such things? Clearly, he shouldn’t mess with this... But he should take it with him and make sure it was disposed of properly. He’d hold on to it. To protect others of course! So he took it home with him. He tossed it straight in the garbage as soon as he got home. Well, the crate was a little too big for his trash bin, but still he put it there next to the trash bin!

Later that day he made himself a banana split. Not with that ice cream! No, he had some vanilla ice cream at home, chocolate fudge, fresh bananas, and whipped cream. He was craving some ice cream, he had been craving it before he found the crate. Hadn’t he? As he put the finishing touches on his split some whipped cream got on his finger and he licked it off. Mmmmmmmmmmm the whipped cream tasted amazing, far better than last time he’d tried it. There was a hint of rich banana flavor. That wasn’t too surprising he’d just been slicing bananas for his split. He proceeded to eat his sundae, it was meh. Somehow it didn’t satisfy his sweet tooth, had the banana gone bad or something? It hadn’t tasted anywhere near as good as the little bit he’d had on his finger.

Anyway he’d had a long day and it was bedtime. He hit the hay and went to sleep. At least he tried to. His sweet tooth ached distractingly. He turned over in bed as he thought about his unsatisfying snack. He got up and went back into the kitchen to grab a few squares of Ritter Sport, his favorite chocolate. It was great, as always, but still he found himself wanting more. A horrible thought occurred to him then. He had picked up that Futa ice cream carton, had some of it gotten on his hand? It could only have been the smallest amount and it had been hours before he’d licked his finger off. Hadn’t he washed his hands when got home? He couldn’t remember. But he wasn’t going to eat that ice cream!

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