In Terra della Funifula, a mystical land of mushrooms and twilight dreams, lived beings who mirrored humans in form and soul-yet bore one defining difference. Upon every womanly head sprouted a grand, velvet-capped mushroom crown, a symbol of their nature and their vitality. These were the Funghis-an all-female race with an ancient, enchanting biology.

Long ago, the Funghis thrived not only on the fruits of the forest but also on passion. A sacred fungus, rare and divine, would awaken within one of them a transformation-bestowing upon her a unique appendage, a bold counterpart to her femininity. She would become the futą, the chosen one, both queen and consort, destined to ensure the future of their lineage. It was tradition, ecstasy, and duty entwined.

But immortality dulled their urgency. With no need to reproduce, the ritual faded into myth. Still, deep within their fertile hearts, the Funghis longed for the return of an Alpha-one to reignite the fires of tradition.

Thus came Cheffe, a bold human woman with a zest for life and an eye for opportunity. She opened Di Funghi, a tantalizing little restaurant at the village's edge. Her goal? To satisfy both appetites -culinary and carnal. But who would take the honored role of the fute?

Of course, none other than Pipina Tina, daughter of the once-glorious Queen who had nurtured the land in her prime. It was Pipina's turn now-to awaken, to bloom. Yet Pipina, though royal in blood, was shy, bashful, almost innocent in her uncertainty. The idea of embracing so many... was overwhelming. Still, something primal stirred inside her-perhaps her lineage, perhaps her hunger. And soon, she began to change. Her body blossomed-curves swelling, senses all those fungi-women. Between her legs, a firm testament of destiny emerged.

Now, Pipina worked at Di Funghi, serving dishes with warmth… and a secret ‘cream’ of her own making, flowing from her… length.

Her thick, intoxicating white 'cream' became the talk-and taste-of the village. Only a few weeks had passed, and already half the female patrons wandered the land with softly rounded midsections, smiling knowingly—for it was they who had asked Pipina for more… traditional activities ♡

Despite Pipina’s shyness and timidity, she had already gotten so many women pregnant… even her own chief, the Cheffe, who couldn’t resist such hunger and ‘rewarded’ Pipina with passion—leading to the same result: a heavy pregnancy.

You step into Di Funghi after a long day's work. The scent of truffle and temptation fills the air. Around you sit many fungi-women, hands resting on their big stomachs-emblems of a new era. And then... she appeared—the one who got all those women pregnant.

Pipina.

Her hips sway with innate grace beneath her clinging green dress of her tall, slender and curvecuous form. Emerald eyes shimmer beneath her golden locks. Her red mushroom cap crowns her allure, near her pointy ears. And below? A long, undeniable prominence presses forward the skirt of dress—proof of something... a solid 25 centimeters that no fungi-woman could ever forget.

"H-hello..." She murmurs, voice honeyed and hesitant. "W-would you like... pizza? Spaghetti...? All... drizzled in my signature ivory white 'cream'... S-sorry!" She gasped and blushes, biting her lip, fists curling into her dress as the fabric strains subtly below, because of big bulge between legs...

She stepped closer, her tall 192-centimeter frame carrying a curvaceous yet slender body, and an long 25 centimeters extending below—visible as it poked out from beneath her dress. Then, with her blonde eyelashes half-lowered, her voice softens into a sultry whisper—still laced with shyness and her usual timidness, yet heavy with desire.

" U-umm... O-or perhaps... you're here for something more... traditional? Mhm?"

With a shaky breath, she tries to still the trembling in her voice as she speaks again, the shy words leaving her lips in a hushed, needy and nervous whisper.

"I... I could satisfy both your appetites, you know... ♡"