Libby Left Her Penis Home

Story by cuteycindyhoney

Waking up late with a case of Morning Wood, Libby Edwards doesn’t have time to waste taming the beast. Thinking fast, she uses a mini-portal to leave her erection home so she can wear her new dress without an unsightly tent. Before long she realizes she made a fundamental mistake. Her daughter Molly was home alone, with her erect penis!

Warning: This story contains themes of "Male Gendercide". If you find this offensive, stop right now! This story isn't for you!

Libby left her Penis Home

A fun with Portals Story

By Honey Moon

Libby sighed happily when she woke up to a bright sunny day, but her good mood was short lived. “Did I forget to set it? The alarm didn’t go off! Damn, I’ll be late for work again!” she shook her head. “That’s what I get for trusting an antique!” she grabbed the nearly one hundred year old first generation iPad and flung it across the room. “And today is the big meeting! They warned us attendance is mandatory!” The thirty-six year old blonde looked down at her sheets and groaned. “Shit, a fucking circus tent too!” she slapped impatiently at the erection causing the rise in the bedding. “I don’t have time to take care of that! I wanted to wear my new vintage dress, too! I’d look like a slut if I go out poppin’ a pup-tent with my damn cock waggling out at everyone!”

She jumped out of bed to start the day. It took iron self control to not grab her sixteen inch cock and just jerk off. She had been late too many times this quarter to waste time like that. She couldn’t afford one more tardy notice! As embarrassing as it was, necessity forced her to pee against the tiles while taking a hasty shower. It was that or attempt a hand stand in front of the toilet!

After the Dryden DNA Disaster almost ninety years ago, the futanari were now accepted and treasured members of society. Who knew that the aggressive retro-virus created to eradicate all strains of Influenza once and for all, would drastically alter the genetic code of ten out of every hundred women exposed to it? A year to the day after successful testing, followed by the world wide mandatory airborne distribution and spread of the Dryden virus, that lucky one tenth of the world’s female population spontaneously grew fully functional penises with all related glands and ducts! Nobody could figure out the chromosomal link that made only that one tenth of women with exceptionally large firm breasts susceptible to this change. Researchers worked night and day, but couldn’t decide on just why all women world wide were also effected by an unseen subtle but oh so important secondary mutation. When the average futanari penis length was well over a foot, everyone benefited from the startling increase in elasticity of the female reproductive tract!

Males were only affected slightly by their own genetic change. There was a mild, yet measurable lowering of the male libido. It seemed almost engineered to lessen the chances of violence against their new futanari competitors for female affection. The true drawback of this wouldn’t be seen for over a generation, as the birthrate of male offspring slowly began to drop below sustentation levels.

Since female and the newly restructured futanari doctors didn’t see the change as a problem, the virus ended up being eradicated by a devoted and driven team of male doctors. It was too little, and far too late. The population spanning genetic changes was permanent. The subtle alteration to the human genome was stable and would be passed on to future generations. The age old dream of Japanese comic artists had become a reality! Futanari were now and forever a part of the human race!

Yes, Libby was proud of her gifts. She just wasn’t one of those trampy dickgirl show-offs you see from time to time, with their string of devoted mono-sexed female followers bowing to their every whim. You’d never catch Libby Edwards parading around proudly displaying her package under tight inappropriate clothing, or letting her unrestrained erections raise big happy tents in the vintage style dresses she favored! She took a little more pride in her fashion sense! If it would hurt the lines of her precious collection of early twentieth century patterned clothing, Libby would strap herself down tightly to prevent eye catching bulges and tents growing in the fabric every time she caught a glimpse of a pretty girl!

It would have been nice to stop and play. She did so enjoy her little morning wake-up ritual of an auto-falatio quickie before getting out of bed. She just didn’t have time for even that today! It always took her at least five orgasms before she was sated and flaccid enough to strap her penis tightly to her flat

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