WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, TENTACLES, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.
As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!
There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders.
This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.
I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them.
This begins immediately after Part XIV ends.
Thank you!
Clementina, Part XV
Chapter 3: Metamorphosis (continued)
My mother put her hands on my shoulders as I stared at my female body in the mirror – female except for the monster meat stick still hanging between my thighs. New sensations rolled through me, new feelings, new thoughts. What the fuck.
“Russel,” my mom said. “Are you okay?”
“Okay?” I said. “Okay? How the fuck am I okay? I have a woman’s body now. I’m still a straight man in a hot woman’s body. How can that be okay?””
I looked at my body again. Heavy breasts with high nipples atop wide aureoles stared back at me. I ran my hands across my breasts and gently pinched the nipples. A trickle of milk dripped from the tip as a new set of sensations rocked through me. I was turned on watching my mirror image squeeze her nipples. My mirror image’s cock rose. I pulled a breast to my lips with one hand, and stroked my cock with the other, all while watching myself in the mirror.
I was fucking hot.
My mom had stepped back and was watching me come to terms with my own new body. After a moment of sucking and stroking I stopped and met her eyes in the reflection.
“Whoa,” I whispered.
“Whoa,” she said back.
“But,” I said, letting go of myself and turning to her, “we have to destroy the phallites. Look at what they did to me. Look at what the did to you, to the others. We don’t know what other surprises there are. We have to get rid of them once and for all before they destroy us – or humans use them to destroy themselves.”
Before she could reply I pushed past my mother out of the bathroom. I didn’t even bother to get dressed. I just went up to the barn, grabbed a rake and some plastic bags, and headed down into the nexus. The wood chipper had been good enough for the dark phallites, it would be good enough for the light phallites too.
I was starting to herd the little fuckers in the slime into the plastic bag when my mother, Olympia, Clementina, and the rest of the crew appeared on the steps from the barn.
“Russel, what are you doing?” Clementina asked, stepping down into the slime.
“These things are dangerous,” I said. “We can’t lie to ourselves any more. Look at me. Look at yourselves. The phallites – all phallites – must die. And if that means I die when my phallite dies, then I’m willing to die if I must to save humanity. And after we kill all of these little monsters we go take care of that tentacled bitch in the other room.”
I pushed a couple of phallites into a plastic bag. The phallites thought I was playing a game and squirmed around happily, trying to figure out the rules.
Clementina put a hand on my arm and pulled the rake from my hands. Olympia stood beside her.
“You can’t do this,” Olympia said. “We don’t know enough about them to know whether they pose a real existential threat to the species. And as a scientist I want to know what makes them tick, I want to know how they cause these dramatic biological changes, I want to know how they trigger their host’s bodies to regenerate and slow aging. We could have the cure for cancer swimming at our feet. We may be able to eliminate aging, heart disease, dementia. Think about it.”
I shook my head.
“You sound like the misguided villain in every thriller every written,” I said, “who starts out with good intentions but ends up leaving a trail of bloodshed. Now get out of my way, these slimy little fuckers are going into the wood chipper like their brethren.”
“No phallites are going into the chipper,” Clementina said. I ignored her, pushing another three or four light phallites into the bag and starting towards the stairs. My way was blocked by six naked but determined women – Clementina, Ona, my mother, Olympia, Athena, and Demeter.
I glared up at them, realizing there was no way I was getting through. Clementina and Ona alone both were over six feet tall and probably could have taken me out themselves. Add in the other four women, I didn’t stand a chance.
“Fine,” I said. “Fucking fine. Do what you want.” I handed Clementina the bag and then stormed past them.
The day was supposed to have been a good day, and exciting sexy day. Instead – this.
I had to admit though, my body was sexy. Putting a straight man’s mind in a hot (mostly) woman’s body and the result was a guy who wanted to pretty much just stand around, stare at his own body, and masturbate. So, not surprisingly, when I got back to the house, I went up to my room and stared at myself in the mirror. If the monster cock didn’t throw you off, I was hot. There was no denying it. I ran my hand up my cock and with the other squeezed a nipple, sending a trickle of milk down my breast.
I pulled my cock up between my breasts and stroked it. Slime trickled out, mixing with milk making my chest slick.
God, it was hot.
I looked at my face. I had always been young-looking, but now those young features had turned femine. I was really fucking cute, to top it all off.
I heard someone knock on the door leading to the attic stairs. I sighed.
“Who is it?”
“Clementina and your mom.”
I sighed again.
“Come in,” I said, and a second later the two of them came up the stairs to the attic.
“I know this is difficult,” Clementina said.
“You have no idea,” I said.
“Tomorrow we can take you and get you some clothes that will fit you,” my mom said. “And maybe Olympia can find a way to reverse this.”
“Or not,” I said. “I have a feeling this may be permanent.”
“If it is, we’ll help you adjust. We’re here for you.”
I squeezed my cock between my tits again, enjoying the sensation on my cock, enjoying the sensation on my breasts, enjoying how it looked. Slime and milk combined to slither down my chest and my cock. My mom reached around from behind me and squeezed my nipples, sending streamers of milk across the mirror. I ran my hand up my cock.
“God,” I said. “Maybe I don’t want to go back to the way I was. This is so fucking hot.”
I turned around and pointed my ass towards the mirror, stretching it. It looked just like Clementina’s and my mom’s – like all the phallite women.
I turned back to the mirror.
“Wait,” I said. “It looks like my cock has grown some more. What the hell.” I reached for the tape measure and measured. “21 inches. Jesus, how big is it going to get?”
“And none of us have bottomed out yet,” Clementina added. “How deep are we going to get?”
Silence filled the room.
“Come on,” my mom said. “Everyone is down by the pool. We all want you to be happy and we are all here to support you. Let’s go back down.”
I nodded and placidly followed them back down to the pool where Olympia, Ona, and the twins were lounging around and skinny dipping. They all smiled when I emerged.
“Damn, that’s sexy,” Athena said, climbing out of the pool and coming towards me. She hugged me, pushing both of our cocks between our breasts, rubbing them together. A surge went through me.
“We just made another discovery,” Clementina said. “Russel’s – Roshelle’s? Should we call you that now? – cock is up to 21 inches.”
There was a moment of silence, then Demeter spoke up.
“I want to know if he bottoms out on any of us and there is only one way to find out,” she said. She knelt down on all fours and gestured for the others to do the same. When they were done there were six slits and six assholes lined up in front of me.
I looked down at my 21-inch cock dribbling slime, at my 40+inch breasts trickling milk. I slipped two fingers into my sliming asshole and stretched it upwards, feeling my flesh and sheath slip out.
At that moment, the last thing I wanted to do was go back to being just a guy. I liked what I had become.
Fuck I was hot.
I moved to stand behind my mom, on all fours in front of me. She was first in line. I gave my cock a quick stroke and massaged my breasts, sending a squirt of milk across her back. I pulled my cock up between my breasts and squeezed it, trickling slime across my tits and cleavage. Finally I lowered my meat and slid it into my mom’s waiting slit. All 21 inches went in without a hitch. I pulled out, and tried her ass. Same thing. Next was Clementina, then Ona, then Olympia, then Athena, and finally Demeter. Nobody bottomed out. Nobody even felt like they were close to bottoming out.
When my cock popped free of Demeter’s asshole, there was a long uncomfortable pause.
“There has to be a theoretical maximum,” I said. “I can’t keep growing cock meat, and you ladies can’t keep going deeper. Eventually I am going to hit your neck or shoulder. There has to be an end. And we have to be getting close.”
“Actually,” Olympia said, “I have a theory, but I need to run some X-rays and ultrasounds on the girls and I now that we have transitioned. I think I can give you an answer in the next couple of days.”
“What about Russell – I mean Roshelle?” asked Athena. “How deep is his – or her – ass?”
There was a long pause. I had realized that this moment was inevitable the moment I noticed that I had the same phallite asshole as the women. I looked over at Olympia. I had no desire for a man’s cock, but a woman – either with her cock or a strap-on – that I was interested in. It was a new feeling and I wasn’t sure how to process it.
I gave Olympia’s cock a stroke and pulled her towards me. I knelt down in front of her, pulling her cock towards my face. Slime slithered from the tip and ran down her long shaft. I took a deep breath, then flicked my tongue across the tip, licking some of her slime away and pulling it towards my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked. When I looked up, I could see Olympia looking down at me past her mountainous milk-engorged tits, smiling.
I sucked harder, pulling a load of slime from inside her pulsating cock, then drooling it out across my chin, tits, and cock. I pulled her cock free, then pushed it down between my milk-laden breasts, next to my own throbbing erection, pushing my long, wide nipples together and burying both of our members in my fleshy mounds. I flicked my tongue across the tips, teasing out more slime that ran down, coating my tits and both of our cocks with Olympia’s juices.
I looked up at Olympia. She massaged her own milky tits and sent streamers of intoxicating phallite milk down across my face, then opened her mouth and mixed her slime in with it. I opened my own mouth and drank greedily, sucking her sweet milk and slime down.
Finally, I realized it was time for the inevitable. I turned around, bent down and pointed my ass at her. A fresh load of slime trickled from my anus and ran down my balls and cock as I stroked my almost-two-foot meat.
“Go slow,” I said. “But give me everything you got.”
Olympia stroked her eighteen inches and slathered the slime from the tip across her shaft. I reached back and stretched my asshole as wide as I could. I felt my flesh push outwards from my gaped asshole, my sheath poking out.
Olympia slid the tip of her cock inside me and I gasped. Against my will my muscles tightened, gripping her cock as she slid it deeper inside me, making the sensation even more intense. Slime slithered from my cock and asshole and milk squirted from my breasts. I gagged as slime rose in my throat.
Inch after inch of Olympia’s cock slid into my waiting asshole, sliding deeper and deeper inside. Every inch was a new level of ecstasy. I felt sensations I never even knew existed.
Finally, after an eternity, Olympia’s stomach bumped up against my ass. She was all the way in.
“Are you okay,” she asked.
“Wow, fuck yeah,” I said. “I could take more if you had it. Now get busy. Fuck me.”
Athena pulled my shoulders upwards, forcing Olympia’s cock against the front of my abdomen, creating a distension bump. I moaned. Athena bent down and sucked at one of my long, hard nipples. My mother latched her lips onto the other, first sucking, then squeezing it with her fingers, sending my phallite milk squirting into her mouth.
My mother grabbed my hard, pulsating cock and pushed it up against my body, wedging it into my cleavage and pressing it against the distension caused by Olympia’s cock inside my ass. My mother pressed herself against me, pushing our tits together, squeezing my cock between our milk-engorged mounds. Slime poured from the tip, gushing across our chests and splashing all the way up to my face.
“Harder,” I egged Olympia on. “Fuck me hard.”
She complied, ramming her cock into my pink, stretched, sliming asshole. The ecstasy was exquisite. I kissed my mother on the mouth and she and I swapped slime between us, pulling back and letting long streamers trickle down across our perfectly matched breasts. Every inch Olympia pistoned into and out of me I moaned. I felt my ass flesh cling against her meat as she pulled out and pushed back in, sliding like a sheath against her purple cock. I closed my eyes as Athena and my mother devoured my breasts. I was lost in an experience I had never imagined.
Olympia pulled back and held my sheath against her pulsating cock, slipping my pink flesh out behind me. Slowly she pulled her shaft all the way out, stretching my sheath a couple of feet behind me. She stroked her cock with my flesh, sending waves of pleasure up and down my spine.
Demeter and Athena knelt down beside their mother and licked her cock that was wrapped in my sheath. Demeter traced the sheath back to my asshole where she and Clementina licked and teased while Athena and Ona continued to suck on Olympia’s cock still wrapped in my flesh.
My mother knelt down in front of me and began licking and sucking my cock that was gushing slime even as my tits gushed milk. She ran her tongue up and down the underside, teasing and flicking just under the helmet, then wrapped her lips around it and slid her wet slimy mouth down the shaft deeply.
Behind me, Olympia let go of my sheath and it slipped back into my body. Olympia spread my ass cheeks and rammed her cock back in hard enough to make me groan, sending squirts of slime out of my ass around her meat.
Slowly I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was near. Still, Olympia ground in and out of my ass, her milky breasts bumping against my back with each stroke. I pulled my mother to me and kissed her. She slipped her long tongue into my mouth, down my throat. Her tongue was thick, slimy. It filled my mouth, my throat, and beyond. Somewhere, deep inside me, it felt almost as if my mom’s tongue and Olympia’s cock were bumping into each other, as if I was being run completely through. That couldn’t be real – or could it?
I turned my mother around and pushed her forward, stretching her ass and pushing my cock all the way inside her, pumping several times until I felt her sheath gripping me, then I slid out, pulling my cock all the way out and lifting it up between my milky tits, stretching her sheath two or three feet outside her gaping pink asshole.
Demeter came around and knelt above my mother, leaning her pussy against my mother’s ass. I pressed my mother’s sheath close around my cock and slid my 21 inch cock and almost two feet of my mother’s sheath still around it deep into Demeter’s ass. More sheath sluiced from my mom’s asshole as I forced my way into Demeter’s slimy orifice. I had my mother’s sheath tight around my cock as I felt Demeter’s ass tighten. Pulling out, I had both sheaths wrapped around my thick cock. Athena appeared beside me and began stroking my cock with the two sheaths.
Suddenly, Olympia came into me, her hot semen rocketing deep into my asshole. My balls squeezed and my own orgasm took over. Olympia was still unloading her slime and come into me even as I dumped buckets of my own semen down my mother’s asshole through her sheath.
I shook and rocked with the orgasm, a seemingly bottomless load pouring from the gaping end of my cock even as slime and Olympia’s semen poured around her cock out of my asshole. I groaned as she pulled out, my asshole gaping and gushing out more juice, pink flesh hovering around my pink sphincter, my sheath hanging out several inches. Finally my ass slipped shut. Athena popped my cock free of my mother’s and Demeter’s sheaths, and I fell into my mother’s arms as we kissed, our bodies covered in slime, milk, and semen – my mother’s sheath still hanging a foot out of her ass.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in deep, loving ecstasy. The seven of us explored each other’s bodies in ways we had never known, taking turns at being the center of attention as we came and came and came some more.
I no longer was sure who Russel had been, but I was becoming more and more sure who Roshelle was going to be.
Before going to bed, we had a short planning session as we lounged in the pool near midnight. The next morning, after they were x-rayed and ultrasounded, Athena and Demeter were to go to the attic store room above the main part of the house and start going through some of the newly-discovered material to see what they could learn about Shirley Franklin, the only male phallite-carrier who hadn’t died when his phallite died. My mother, Clementina, and I were going to go shopping to get me started on a new wardrobe. Ona was going to help Olympia in the lab.
We re-formed as a group for a late lunch around 2:00 in the afternoon. Demeter and Athena filled us in on their efforts.
“We only got through two boxes,” Athena said. “There is so much stuff there, so many journals and photos, it takes time to go through them, and sometimes we had to backtrack when someone would appear in one photo with Franklin and we would go back because we had seen photos of that person previously. It was tedious work, but here’s what we have so far.”
She pulled out a pile of several photos and laid the first one on the kitchen table and we all crowded around.
The photo showed Franklin, in his typical heavy overcoat and ponytail, standing with a woman. She wore a checkered dress but it failed to hide her obviously phallite features. Her hair was dark and there was a definite resemblence between her and Franklin.
“This we believe is Franklin and his mother, though we haven’t figured out her name. There were a couple of references to her in the journals, though they only refer to her as ‘the mother’ or just ‘mother’. We’re not sure, but there may have been something more than just maternal love going on there.”
Athena glanced meaningfully at my mother and I, then laid a second photo on the table. This one showed Franklin in his usual overcoat. Behind him and to the side, a woman literally towered over him. It was hard to guage, but she looked like she was possibly over seven feet tall. She was wearing some kind of a robe with a hood. Her face was sharp and her eyes were piercing. Behind them, it looked like the walls of a stone chamber, though I didn’t recognize it as one of the ones we had already uncovered.
“We don’t know who this woman is,” Athena said. “But she appears in several photos usually wearing a robe or similar garment. She seems to be really tall.”
Athena laid several more pictures on the table, all of either Franklin’s mother or the strange amazon in the robe.
“Then, right before we came down to lunch, we found this.”
She laid another photo on the table. It took me several seconds to process it, and I could tell the others figured out what they were looking at before me by the gasps that ran around the table.
The picture was black and white, like all the photos had been, and it wasn’t in the best shape, with a couple of creases across the front. The picture showed two people, both nude, standing outside in front of the barn. I recognized one right away as Franklin’s mother. But as my mind processed what I was seeing, I reeled. Her top half was typical phallite, large breasts, big nipples, narrow waist. But below the waist, where I expected to see the usual thick lobes, it was something else entirely. Hanging down between her legs, where her labia should have been, it looked like she had slid an octopus up her vagina and had the tentacles hanging out. Though the picture was fuzzy they were obviously tentacles where her labia should be, dangling down almost to the ground.
She looked just like the statue in the chamber where the tentacle monster had been.
I turned my eyes to the other woman in the photo. I didn’t recognize her at first, though she had the usual phallite features. But again, when my eyes wandered downwards I was in for a shock. Instead of female features, below her waist she had an immense cock hanging downwards – a cock similar to the one I now sported. I let my eyes wander back up to her face, staring at it. She was pretty, though the features seemed familiar.
Recognition slowly dawned.
The face was that of Shirley Franklin.
I gasped.
“Oh, fuck,” I said out loud. “This is…just like us…like my mother and I. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on.”
“We have two more pictures,” Athena said. “Here is another cockgirl we have yet to identify. It’s not Franklin, and she looks like she has a vagina, not testicles like Franklin. She has the same arrangement as my mother.” She threw a picture of a woman on the table. It was another black and white photo but it was graphic, showing a woman with phallite breasts spreading her legs to show meaty labia beneath a large phallite-like cock.
“And finally, we found this,” she tossed a final picture on the table. It was a picture of Frankin, fully dressed in his (her?) overcoat, standing next to a pair of twins. “We don’t know who the twins are.”
There was a long silence.
I leaned back in my chair.
“This is a nightmare. What the fuck have we gotten into. It’s like history repeating itself.”
Olympia picked up each of the pictures and looked through them, then reached over and put a hand on my arm.
“Don’t assume anything,” she said.
“Don’t assume?” I said. “Are you joking? All the pieces are lined up. It’s like we were predestined to be here. The twins really seal the deal. And look at the things Alura said.”
I turned to my mother. “What if you turn into something like her?” I said, pointing to the picture of Franklin’s mother with the tentacles hanging between her legs.
“Having prehensile tentacle labia sounds kind of hot, to be honest,” she added with a smile. “Imagine having mommy’s slick, slimy tentacles rubbing against that hard cock of yours, or sliding up your ass. Tell me that doesn’t sound hot, I dare you.”
I had to admit, it did.
“Oh, fuck,” I said. “So what do we do now?”
“After we eat lunch, I think its time we go down and press that button in Alura’s chamber.”
And so we did, trooping down to the nexus in our usual swimsuits. I had bought several in our morning shopping trip, and kind of went in a sports style bra and booty-style bottoms that stretched tight over my oversized and still-growing cock. My wide phallite hips and ass swallowed up most of the backside of the shorts. Others wore a mix of one and two piece suits as we made our way into the nexus.
In the nexus we split up. Olympia, my mom, and I went into the room with the tentacle statue, while the twins, Clementina, and Ona stood out in the nexus.
The three of us stood in front of the statue and looked at the oddly-colored clitoris that seemed to be a button.
“Well,” I said. “Here goes nothing.” I reached up and gave the statue’s clit a push.
Nothing happened. It wouldn’t move.
“Let me try,” Olympia said, but she couldn’t move the button either.
We stared at it for a moment.
“You know,” I said to my mother after a pause. “This statue depicts a woman with a long tongue and a tentacled labia. We already know you have a tongue like the statue, and we have seen pictures of Franklin’s mother with this sort of a tentacle arrangement. Maybe you should try pushing this button.”
My mother shrugged, walked over, and pushed the statue’s clitoris.
The button slipped inwards inside the stone hood. From out in the nexus we heard the sound of stone-on-stone grinding and Clementina’s voice came echoing down the hallway.
“The next door just opened!” she called.
We scrambled back down the hallway to the nexus. The next cubby in line had now slid back, revealing another stone hallway going back into darkness. There was no light switch but at the end of the hallway, probably fifty feet in the distance, we could see a glow coming from a doorway on the left.
The tunnel as raised a bit above the level of the nexus floor to prevent the slime from trickling in. So we hopped up onto the tunnel floor and started slowly down the dark tunnel, Clementina and Athena carrying electric torches.
The tunnel was just like the tunnel leading down to the tentacle chamber. As we approached the end, we extinguished the lights, creeping towards the large open archway on the left through which a light glowed.
Slowly, carefully, we peeked into the chamber.
The chamber was large and round, similar to the tentacle chamber. It was lit by some kind of organic glow not unlike the pink light in the nexus. The was another arched door at the opposite side leading back into some other chambers. The floor of the room slanted slightly downward to a large pool of clear blue water in the center.
Sitting at the edge of the pool was … something … someone … who turned and stood when she heard us enter.
She stood at least seven feet tall. Her skin was dark blue, her hair was white. From her forehead two curved rams horns sprouted and curved around beside her head. Huge, firm, phallite-like breasts jutted forward, the high, upward thrusting nipples were cream-colored. Her waist was narrow above hips that flared widely, like a phallite-carrier.
But below her waist, between her legs, hung a big cock – about the size of my own – and it seemed to be coming to attention. And below her knees, her legs ended in hooves.
She stood and looked at the four of us, then smiled.
“I knew you would come back eventually.”
I recognized the face. Without the horns she was the large amazon-like woman in the photos with Franklin. And come to think of it, Alura was almost identical to her…
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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Just what I needed to start a slow Friday morning! Thank you for such an imaginative story!