Island Games (futa, growth)

Like the information they got on the ship, there was no great welcoming party, merely a handful of part-timers greeting the new arrivals and guiding them to the exit of the docks where the registration office and tourist-centre stood.

Welcoming signs littered the docks, explaining in big, bold letters where to go to, pretty much with the same words the part timers used. Massive arrows pointing towards the next signs gave directions and made it a challenge to get lost.

It didn't take long for the masses of people to spread from the amorphous blob into small groups and exit the docks. Some last stragglers were getting some directions from the on-dock personnel, which were seemingly annoyed by repeating the same answers to similar questions for every single person.

“Welcome, are you a tourist or planning to stay here?” The part-timer asked one of the last two people coming from the ferry, putting on a tired smile on his face.

“Tourist,” the blonde lady replied, her voice sounding no less tired. She dragged a bright red suitcase behind her, looking ready to burst from all the stuff inside. Her hair was straight and ended just short of her shoulders, or at least it would have looked like that, if it didn't resemble the kind of the morning hair one would have after an extended drinking bout. A beige turtleneck sweater covered her upper halve tightly, almost like body-paint, leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts, easily the size of grapefruits were trying to escape their woolly prison, though the sweater just barely kept them inside. The pair of jeans she wore were equally snug around her, accentuating her posterior and shapely legs.

“And your companion back there?” They both looked back onto the ferry where another woman was dragged two oversized suitcases, struggling to make much of progress.

“A new resident,” the blonde struggled to put a smile on her face while answering.

After acquiring the necessary information the two women made their way off the docks.

--- World Building inc ---

It all happened in the 2020's. An increasing amount of newborns carried two sets of functioning genitals. Initially confused with this circumstance, a part of them were continually observed, hoping to find the reason for why this was happening.

Every one of those observed children grew up to be outwardly feminine, apart for their penises. They were extremely healthy; seemingly immune to most illnesses apart from the common cold and flu. In their puberty they grew faster than other children. It hit them early and hard. Starting at ten or eleven years of age, they looked like young adults by the age of thirteen.

After the first pregnancy of one of them, impregnated by another at a tender age, they were assigned as the third gender of the human race. Letting the internet decide what to call them wasn't a good idea, with most of the suggestions being either NSFW or utterly stupid, “futanari” or simply “futa” was chosen to be the name.

The population of futanari only increased over the years, as did the population overall. Futanari were both virile and fertile; sexual intercourse without contraceptives had a high chance of pregnancy and, if repeated several times in a short timespan, multiple pregnancies. Children born with a futanari parent had an increased chance of becoming futanari themselves.

Due to the prolific nature of the new gender, the second baby-boomer-generation came to be. Thus, the general population skyrocketed. While breakthroughs in agriculture and energy-generation were taking care of their respective problems, there were problems of gender-discrimination and space.

Then, out of nowhere, a new landmass with a size somewhere between Japan and New Zealand, appeared in the Atlantic ocean. Following initial exploration of this landmass, concluding that it had to be born of volcanic activ

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