Futa on Male Bundle M J M: Futa on Male Bundles

By Kel Jacobi

Stores included in this volume:

Mindy the Futa

Jason relocates to a tropical island on business, only to be met with two hot futas: Mindy and Karen. Hot futa on male action ensues. Don't miss it!

June the Futa

Tavin decides to start an adult film company. And his first co-star is a futanari. Hot futa on male action ensues! Don't miss it.

Melody the Futa

Isolated and alone in an Arctic research station, Ben suddenly gets a new partner. And, of course, she's a futa. Hot futa on male action. Don't miss it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kel Jacobi
• Release date: Jul 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393976424

Book preview

Mindy the Futa

Jason had a sinking feeling as he gazed out the airplane window. Not only had he never lived on an island before, but he had never lived anywhere remotely tropical, or even hot. He was born in Wisconsin on the Canadian border and the furthest South he had ever been was Iowa. The tropical paradise of Keannaelai was an unsettling prospect.

Or maybe I'll like it, he told himself as he sipped his flat, now-iceless soda. Meh, either way, got to think about the money.

Yes, the money. . .

At twenty one, Jason had done far better than anyone else from his old neighborhood. Recognized as a computer programming genius very early on, he was fast-tracked through university so he could go to work for Vrooblecom Incorporated at their prestigious headquarters in St. Paul, Minnesota. Within two years, however, upper management decided his specialization was needed elsewhere, pitching him the idea of working at their new, top-secret facility in Keannaelai. He said no at first—despite the 20 minute promotional video they played him featuring hot island girls, beautiful beaches, people in floral shirts sipping drinks out of pineapples and reclining in hammocks, etc.—but once he heard what his salary would be, he knew he had to take it. To do otherwise would be stupid.

But he also knew he was ill-prepared for island life. He was a classic introvert. He also didn't like leaving his house or the office much. When not working, he preferred gaming or reading to bumming around on beaches or—even worse—playing volleyball. And according to the promotional video, the crew in Keannaelai had their own volleyball team.

We'll be descending shortly, the stewardess said, snapping Jason out of his musings. Can I get you anything before then? Last call, basically.

Yes, Jason said, can I get another soda?

Sure, the stewardess smiled.

Jason thanked her then returned to the window. Within a minute, she had returned with the soda.

Thanks, Jason said, taking it from her hand. He took a sip and resumed gazing out the window.

Inquisitive guy that he was, he had studied up on the Keannaelai as much as he could, getting a grasp on what island life would be like. He wanted to know what he would be getting into, even if he planned on staying inside most of the time. His initial contract was for a five-year stretch, with an option to extend it further afterwards.

As far as islands nations, go Keannaelai was one of the most developed for its size. Jason knew he would not lack for any modern luxuries. He told himself that if he stayed inside as much as possible, it wouldn't be much different than Minnesota.

But that wasn't the main thing bothering him. No, there was something else—something far more disquieting:

The futas.

20% of the population of Keannaelai were futas—much more than in the US, where futas comprised only 1-2% in most areas. And though he initially started out liking only girls, the internet had turned Jason into a consummate futasexual by age 20. His solitary sexual life now consisted entirely of futa media—futa porn, futa mangas, futa erotica, futa romance novels, etc. The prospect of living on island with a large futa population was obviously both extremely enticing and terrifying. Jason knew he had the social skills of a bridge troll and he was sure that no girl—or, even better, a futa—could ever really like him. He had long ago given up on the idea of a real relationship. (If it wasn't for a trip to a brothel in Montreal when he was nineteen, Jason would have still been a virgin.)

Now, however, he was going to be living in one of the most futa-dense areas of the world—a veritable island futanari metropolis.

What would it mean? What would happen?

And how would he react?

It's no big deal, he tried to reassure himself. I mean. . . when I liked girls it didn't matter that 50% of the population was girls. What difference would it make if 20% are futas? I still won't ever go on a date. I'm still just a loser in that department. . . I'm safe.

He looked at his watch. 10:25 A.M. He would be touching down shortly. He sipped his soda nervously and sighed.

* * *

The plane landed without incident. The airport was nice and quaint, just like Jason expected, though it appeared far