\n\t\t\t\t\tPulsar surprised me with a wonderful Christmas gift that has brightened my whole day and left me with fuzzy gender-validating feels!You might think that since I'm such a gigantic hyper herm that I wouldn't enjoy being given any clothing. Not only does it have the connotation of a "boring" gift, but I'm simply so big that I don't tend to fit in clothes anyway and I usually default to being naked so it's useless on top of that. You'd be wrong, though. I actually rather like clothes, and Pulsar knows me so well he got me the perfect thing for me to wear!
I love being topless. I feel so big and pretty and fierce when I walk around jiggling my giant, naked dragon-blimps, milk streaming down their enormous wobbling surface while I tent my panties like a telephone pole with this monstrous tubecock of mine. It's just the right balance of purposeful exposure and lurid bulging I simply can't get enough of. I really need to go topless (or bottomless) more often!
I think these are Pulsar's favorite brand that he always wears, too. I've seen him put them through their paces in person often enough that it's like a guarantee, and they certainly look high-quality enough to be the real deal too. They're brightly-colored, silky soft and coddling, and they'll be able to stretch and stretch dozens upon dozens of feet long to hold my penis cozy and tight like a giant fabric condom no matter how big I feel like growing. They'll let just enough leakage through to look sexy without being prone to permanent cum-stains and on top of everything else, they're machine-washable too. They're so fashionable~
Since he was kind enough to give me these, the least I can do for Pulsar is to put them on in front of him, shimmying my huge ass and threading my giant girlcock into the pouch as slowly and purposefully as I can manage. I'll make a show of it, acting all coquettish and bashful and lifting my tail, pretending to struggle with the elastic and ballooning bigger and longer inside of it with each passing moment... I kind of like the idea of a reverse striptease, now that I think about it. I bet I'd give him a fifty-foot stiffy in his own underwear, without a doubt. And although standing around tenting our panties together would be more than enough to make me feel happy and gender-fulfilled, I think he'll appreciate it more if I return the favor by giving him a deep holiday buttfucking right back... keeping the panties on, of course.
Anyway, Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope your holidays have gone well. 💖