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

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 th