Dryden_Short_01_Helens_Morning

Story by cuteycindyhoney

TAGS: Dryden Futanari, Futa/Female, First time, Masturbation, Incest, Impregnation

Twelve year old Helen was shocked to find she had grown a huge cock overnight. Many of the newly transformed Dryden futanari took to incest like a duck to water. Not Helen though. Incest was wrong, and she wanted no part of it! The frantic girl tried to escape the attentions of her mother, but mom was having none of that! The pheromones released by Helen’s body had made mom a sex crazed nympho! Would Helen be able to retain her virginity? Read on to find out!

This is the first of my "Dryden Shorts"

Dryden Short 01

Helen’s Morning

By Honey Moon

Helen Adams had gone to bed early that fateful night. She had felt all crampy and bloated. The twelve year old had chalked that up to the new and somewhat unwelcome occurrence of her period. It was only her third, so she wasn’t TOO worried that it seemed to be two weeks too soon.

The leggy blonde tossed and turned all night. Her dreams were filled with erotic visions of the girls she knew in school, and how they looked after gym class while they all showered together. The dream girls all smiled at her and spread their soapy legs to let her have a peek at their most inner beauty. Suddenly her eyes opened wide. Sunlight was streaming into her room. The brightness did nothing to wash away the image of her favorite teacher. For some reason she had been dreaming Miss McKinney was on her hands and knees in the shower with them, trying to stuff a huge cucumber into her mouth!

The lovely girl sat up. She felt an odd heaviness and tension in her private area. Helen rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and then gasped. “What the heck?” Something was sticking up from her crotch. It looked like someone had pitched a tent under her sheets!

For a moment Helen was frozen in fear. She had a bit of a phobia about snakes, and this didn’t look good! Her heart thumped as she stared at the intruder in her bed. Hands shaking, she somehow forced herself to fling the sheets from her trembling body.

“Oh no!” she moaned. Whatever it was, it was trapped under her night shirt! “Don’t move!” she whispered as her hands slowly went to the hem of the garment. “More importantly, don’t bite me!” She stared at the “pole” of the tent. It wasn’t moving much. It just seemed to quiver a bit with each beat of her racing heart.

“It’s spitting venom!” she whimpered as she noticed a growing area of dampness in the light cotton of her shirt. Gathering all her courage, Helen yanked the hem upwards.

She blinked. “Not a snake.” She said softly as she stared at the one eyed apparition. “That looks like a dick! Why is there a dick in my bed?” She moved slowly, and gently touched a fingertip to it before snatching her hand away. “Why is there a dick attached to me?”

It was almost ten minutes before Helen moved again. Most of that time she spent with her eyes closed tight. Each time she peeked though, the strange penis was still there, pointing towards the ceiling. She almost levitated out of the bed when her clock radio clicked on at nine o’clock.

“This is an emergency broadcast! I repeat. Do not panic. Only woman six foot or taller, with a bust size DD or larger, are transforming. There are unconfirmed reports of, uh, appendages in excess of twenty inches! If you are such a person, stay in your home! If you know such a person, and are an unaffected female, STAY AWAY! If you are an unaffected virgin female, LOCK YOUR DOORS! Researchers even now are studying the event! Early inductions link it to the dispersal of the Dryden Virus. Doctor Mary Ellen Dryden is at this time not a suspect of wrongdoing, but authorities wish to question her about key factors of her creation. This is an emergency broadcast!”

Helen hopped out of bed and smacked the clock until the radio shut off. “Holy cats!” she said as she stared at her bobbing member. A slow smile spread over her face as her hands went to her budding chest. At twelve she was already five foot six. She was almost a full head taller than her mother. Helen’s hands cupped the “B” cups that every boy in class always stared at since they started growing only months ago. Being rather good in science, she made a connection right away.

“The radio guy said only ladies six foot or taller, with DD’s or bigger got, um, appendages. Wow, I guess I’m gonna be really stacked! Oh crap! All the dumb boys are gonna drool over me.” she looked at her mirror and stared at herself. “Well, maybe not. I look like something out of a Japanese comic book! I, I’m a fu

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