The Christmas Toy: A Dryden Portals story (futa/incest, portals, cum-inflate, impreg)

The Christmas Toy

Part One

(A Dryden Portals Story)

By Honey Moon

Thirteen year old Katherine “Kat” Dryden was a bit nervous as she dressed. “Today isn’t the day.” She said firmly as she wriggled into her favorite vintage yoga pants.

Unlike many monos, Kat didn’t suffer from Penis Envy. She was proud of her lack of a “package” and liked how the snug fitting pants gave her a hint of “Camel Toe” so all the world could see she was a pure mono. She had to grin at herself. As if anyone would suspect a tiny girl with itty-bitty titties was a closet futanari!

Too bad her mommas banned her from ever wearing them outside of the house though. Who would have thought a couple of futanari would be so prudish about their daughter joining this retro trend in fashion? It wasn’t like Kat intentionally bought them in white. That was the only color she could find in her rather diminutive size.

Momma Ivory claimed that since the snow white pants perfectly matched the color, or lack thereof of Kat’s skin, it looked like she was running around with no pants on.

Kat didn’t think that mattered. Since she hadn’t started her periods yet, not futanari would be able to entice her with pheromones if they popped a boner while looking at her snugly outlined dainty little ass.

She secretly thought of that as her early warning system. As soon as she began to be effected by pheromones, her carefree days of wearing tight white pants with no undergarments any day of the month would come to a rather vivid red end. The approaching need to plan her wardrobe choices by what day of her cycle she happened to be on was going to suck on toast! That brought her right back to the source of her daily case of nerves.

“I just know it isn’t gonna happen today!” Kat threw on her favorite tee-shirt, the snug fitting pink one that matched her eyes. She glanced at the heavy lock on her air tight bedroom door and sighed. “I, um, well, I better make sure.”

She donned her respirator mask and made damn sure she tightened the straps. She opened a bottle of perfume and held it to her face. “I can’t smell a thing. Thank goodness!”

Once she was protected, she turned the deadbolt, and pulled open the door. The air puffed out of the room a bit as the thick rubberized gaskets parted and the positive pressure system blew her room air into the rest of the house.

She took a single step out into the hallway when a hand grabbed her mask and yanked it up and off of her face. “Ow, that hurt!” she said, before realizing what was happening. “Pheromones, oh shit!” she cried, before clapping her hands over her mouth and nose.

“Good morning, dear little sister.” Robin said cheerfully.

Panic filling her, Kat stared at her eighteen year old sister. At six foot-eight, with massive 44 G breasts that rode firm and high, Robin was the image of hentai fantasy. Especially if you included the wrist thick seventeen inch long gift granted by the changes made all those years ago when Grandma Mary created the Dryden Sniffles. “Go away!” she muttered through her hands, as she tried not to see the massive penis pointing right at her. “Get dressed, you pervert!”

Robin waited as her sister desperately held her breath. Her left hand tightly clutched the straps of Kat’s respirator mask. Meanwhile, her right hand wasn’t idle. Robin slowly stroked her hard shaft, enjoying the look of panic in her sister’s eyes as a shimmering bead of fluid oozed from her urethra to drip to the floor. “I’ll get dressed in a minute, squirt. First I want to see if you’re finally a woman.”

Kat waited as long as she could. Trembling, she saw spots swirling before her eyes before she couldn’t help gasping in a huge lungful of air. Keeping her eyes closed, she panted. She could smell a musky earthy scent, with a sort of pleasant hint of cinnamon, but thankfully felt no urge to tear off her clothes and impale herself on her sister’s cock. “I, I’m okay!

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