The Dryden DNA Disaster (futa/f virgin, Portals, gloryholes, DNA tampering!)

Story by cuteycindyhoney

Doctor Mary Ellen Dryden knew herself to be unique in the world. The statuesque busty and possibly non-human futanari orphan held her secret close. While working to enhance the human auto-immune system to alleviate all forms of viral infection, the lonely doctor came up with a brilliant idea! She could ‘come out of the closet’ if there were more of her type on Earth! In a plan born of lonely desperation, the doctor inserted whole strings of DNA sequences from her own body into her experimental viral vector. She dared to alter the whole human race just because she was a lonely Virgin!

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

The Dryden DNA Disaster

By Honey Moon

Doctor Mary Ellen Dryden never felt quite at ease with the world. She spent most of her forty-seven years as a bit of a loner, never daring to grow close enough to anyone else to establish a true and lasting friendship. Even while at college, she avoided any and all real chances to associate with her peer group. She felt more secure that way, even if she was lonely.

The six foot seven redhead had even repeatedly been begged to join the woman’s basketball team. Mary always politely turned the offers down. The coach had even gone as far as hinting that the school would pay for breast reduction surgery to reduce her 50F orbs to something a little less then the size of the ball she would be dribbling. Mary still shuddered at the idea of having her body cut into!

She had flatly refused, never daring admit the real reason for her reluctance. No strapping arrangement she could possibly design would let her go unnoticed in the locker room while all those lovely healthy athletic young women undressed around her. She knew herself all too well. There would be no avoiding the rapid beat of her heart, the flushed look on her face, or the swift engorging of her penis! Mary lived in constant fear that someone would discover that she was a hermaphrodite. She knew there was all manner of artwork online depicting “Futanari”, but that was all just fantasy. There was no way she wanted to stand out as a freak, alone before the world with her difference known to all!

Thank God she was never sick a day in her life! Since the old pediatrician attached to the orphanage had passed away just after Mary had turned eighteen, she never found herself a new doctor. Nobody on Earth currently knew the orphan’s deeply guarded secret. Dr. Kellner had been so nice to her. Mary knew in her heart that the caring old woman had never mentioned to anyone about her most unusual patient. Even back then as a quiet reserved ward of the state, she knew the importance of never letting the world discover her difference!

When she had aged out of the system, she had taken the precaution of breaking into the records of the orphanage she had called home, and eradicating all mention of herself. Everyone seemed satisfied with the fictional family she had created if she was ever asked about her childhood. Using the trust fund Dr. Kellner had set up for her, Mary saw to her own education. Honoring the memory of her dearly missed childhood friend, Mary had become a doctor herself. She had no need of consulting anyone else. She even went as far as giving herself yearly solo gynecology exams using a video equipped speculum of her own design.

No, it was better to remain as the tall awkward nerd-girl geek. Once in a while a girl would try to get her to come out of her shell, but Mary always just smiled and excused herself to return to her beloved medical studies. She ignored the guys that whispered things like “Uber Nerd” or “Treetop Lover”. She didn’t care about them anyway. She did her best to dress uninterestingly so as to hide the true firm fullness of her huge high riding breasts. She knew that everywhere she went; guys would dream about seeing them unfettered and bouncing free. That would never happen!

Mary sighed. Alone in her tastefully appointed, but lonely house, she drank another shot of vodka. “This is your fault!” she hissed at the visible lump showing down the right leg of her pajamas. Flaccid, it still reached clear down to her knee. “Why do I have to be so different?” The would-be lesbian moaned. “I bet I could get my act together and have a really nice girlfriend if I didn’t have to worry about you scaring her away!” She poured another shot and downed it as if it were water. “It isn’t fair! I don’t dare let anyone find out that I’m probably the world’s only real and fully functioning futanari!”

The softly playing television caught her bleary blood-shot eye and her mood lifted instantly. “Oh goody, the weather twit is on!” Mary turned the sound completely off on the TV. She had no interest in what the bubble headed bleach blonde who comes on at five

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