WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, 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.
This part concludes chapter 3. There will be a pause before chapter 4 begins. I wasn’t able to fit everything I wanted to into this part, so there is one scene that has been left for the next chapter. You probably will be able to figure out what it is once you get to the end.
I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them.This begins immediately after Part XVI ends.
Thank you
Clementina, Part XVII
Chapter 3: Metamorphosis (continued – chapter finale)
I shook my head and looked at Ona.
“Of course you volunteered,” I said and smiled. “I wouldn’t have expected otherwise.”
It was getting late in the day and we were all pretty beat. We wandered back to the house, ordered delivery for dinner, and congregated, as often did, for an evening skinny dip. As we lounged around the pool, we mulled over Makala’s “prophecy”.
“So what was the order of doors again?” Demeter asked. “And who is what number?”
“I was the one,” I said. “My mother is the six and together my mother and I are the seven. The door to the seven is what that pink stalk thing will supposedly open. And Clementina doesn’t have a number but she’s my consort.”
Ona spoke up. “I remember I’m the other mother, whatever that means. I’m also a slut. I’m supposed to have progeny without number. I wonder if that means I finally get to be the white queen.”
“Right,” I said. “And Olympia was number two and with me together we become the three. Once we unlock the door of the seven we can unlock the door of the three.”
“Athena and I supposedly are alchemists,” Demeter said. “She said we were two, but not the two – that’s our mother. But once we unlock the door of three, we combine with our mother and with Roshelle to become the five and can unlock the door of the five”
“And that comes back to me, I am the one,” I said. “But in order to unlock the door of the one we have to unlock the door of the five.”
“That all adds up to sixteen,” Clementina said. “But she also talked about a door of the seventeen.”
“Yeah, but said she couldn’t see that far ahead,” I added.
“To me the scary part was the part at the very end,” Athena chimed in.
“Yeah,” Demeter said, finishing her thought. “The part about how our own greed and desire had pushed us from the path in the past, and all that. Wow, what the fuck. Our fate and countless others? Jesus…”
Pensive silence settled down on us, and as darkness fell, we each quietly made their way back to their own rooms without much thought of any shenanigans…
The next morning, the gloom seemed to have lifted, and after some morning chores, we made our way back down to Makala’s chamber in the afternoon.She was sitting by the pool when we entered, trailing her her hand in the water. She stood up when we entered. Her white hair fell across her shoulders and her blue skin, her cream horns curving around her head.
“We are ready to unlock the lock,” I said.
She smiled.“And who will be the one who unlocks it?” Makala asked. Ona raised her hand and smiled.
Her hooves clip-clopping across the stone floor, Makala led us back to the room with the cubbies, the light phallites, and the pink walls, ducking her seven foot blue frame and curved ram’s horns through the entryway. The one cubby still was open, the pink organic material parted like a vagina. In the center, the stone bench, and in the center of the stone bench, the same long, pink stalk we had seen the day before. The stalk was nearly five feet long and had a pinkish cast to it. It was hanging half-limp when we entered the chamber, but as we approached, it perked up, sticking out at about a forty-five-degree angle with clear slime and a pearly, semen-like goop issuing in pulses from a gaping aperture it’s tip, as if it was an ejaculating cock.
“Let me make it ready,” Makala said, approaching the stalk. Her blue skin shone in the pink glow that suffused the room, and her cream-colored nipples glowed pink. She slipped down to her knees in the slime, light phallites coursing around her and probing at her asshole as she began stroking and licking the pink stalk. She ran her tongue up the underside of the fleshy appendage, then pulled the tip down to her mouth and sucked at it, sucking out great globs of clear and creamy slime. Some she swallowed, the rest trickled down her large, pendulous, milky breasts. More slime assayed from the tip, shooting across the chamber and landing in the slime. Light phallites coursed through the goop and gobbled up the emissions.
Makala stood, and pulled the stalk between her breasts, squeezing it, coating the stalk with her milk that trickled from her large cream-colored breasts. Her cock was slowly coming to attention and she lifted it up and pulled it next to the stalk between her breasts, pressing the two together like she and I had done yesterday. She teased the tips of both with her tongue, then slowly began working her own cock up and down the stalk, pressing the two together between her pendulous, milky phallite breasts. Her hips rotated as she moved her body up and down the seven-foot phallus. She spit slime down onto the two cocks and increased her motion, leaning her head back. A steady stream of milk poured from her breasts.Finally she arched her back and a huge load of jizz shot up from the gaping hole at the tip of her cock, almost hitting the ceiling of the chamber. The second pulse ran more sedately down the shaft, across her tits, and across the pink stalk.
The tip of the pink stalk was gaping as Makala’s semen ran down it, some trickling into the slit. Her cock still erect and pulsating, Makala moved back from the pink stalk and nodded to Ona
.Ona, having watched Makala making love to this pink fleshy appendage had to put on a show of her own. She pushed the straps of her swimsuit down slowly, revealing her own large, milky phallite breasts, with their wide brown aureoles and long, hard nipples trickling milk. She squeezed her nipples, sending squirts of milk across the long, pink stalk. She licked it, running her tongue along it, teasing it, and tasting the head. More slime gushed from the stalk, running down Ona’s body and mixing with her own milk and slime.Ona pushed her swimsuit off, running her hand down between her legs, pulling gently on her thick, meaty labia and teasing the lobes apart, rubbing her fingers rhythmically across her slit and the hooded clit at the top. Long threads of slime trailed down from her lobes, puddling at her feet and running down her legs. She pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing an asshole that was already pink, gaping, and ready, a steady stream of slime slipping out. The pink flesh was pushing outwards and her anal sheath was already sticking out a couple of inches from the sphincter. She grasped it and pulled it even further out, moaning as her pink flesh slipped out from her asshole. She lifted it up between her legs, up between her tits and to her mouth, where she sucked her own anal slime and trickled it down her breasts.
She tightened her muscles and the sheath slowly retracted back into her asshole, leaving a long thread of clear, thick slime hanging from the pink dome that still peeked out of her ass. She turned around, bent over, and pulled the stalk towards her waiting asshole.
Makala stepped forward and helped guide the pink stalk into Ona’s her slimy, stretched asshole. Ona moaned as the stiff, fleshy appendage pushed inside her. She slowly leaned backwards, letting the stalk slide in, inch after inch, pushing deeper, then deeper inside. First a few inches, then a foot, then two feet. At three feet she stopped, pulled out a bit, then pushed back, beginning a rhythmic fuck. As she pulled the stalk out, her thick pink sheath grabbed the meat and pulled in and out.After several strokes up and down the body of the stalk, Ona continued sliding down. At four feet, she arched her head back, her engorged breasts jutting forward, sending phallite milk arcing through the air. She moaned and then seemed to retch. A huge glob of slime poured from her mouth. Her eyes shot open, then she coughed. She pushed down the stalk another few inches, then another few.
She opened her mouth, her lips spreading wider than I thought a human’s could.
The tip of the stalk appeared between her lips, her sheath wrapped around it. Ona slipped the rest of the way down the stalk until she sat on the stone bench at the base, over two feet of stalk sticking up out of her mouth, her sheath wrapped around the stalk. Slime gushed from her ass, her pussy, and from her mouth, and milk trickled down her breasts. The occasional heave convulsed her stomach as she adjusted to having the pink fleshy stalk running completely through her body.
Makala gently pushed Ona back so that her slimy slit and gaped labia were pointing forward. She gestured to me.“Bring that cock over here,” she said to me. “We can’t unlock a lock without the one.”
I approached, my own phallite breasts gushing milk, my cock sticking up two feet in front of me slipping slime down the shaft. Makala leaned over and kissed me, rubbing her hands up my cock and across my breasts, then rubbing her own hard cock against mine.“Get in there,” she said.Ona was no stranger to double-penetration, and I was no stranger to giving it to her. Clementina and I had double-teamed her when we drove the dark phallite from her body. I pushed my pulsating cock into her pussy that was already gaping and stretching from the pink fleshy stalk deep in her ass. I slipped my head in then pulled it out as her muscles tightened, stretching her sheath out a few inches before I penetrated her slimy vagina for real. The pink stalk that was running her through was pulsating and throbbing, and I could feel my cock sliding along it with just two thin layers of Ona’s flesh between us as I pressed into her slit deeper and deeper. Finally my balls pressed against the stalk as I was fully inside her. My breasts pushed against hers, both liberally squirting milk across our bodies.
Makala came up behind me, pressing her pendulous breasts against my back, her gargantuan cock pressed between them, sending slime and milk down my back. She reached around and squeezed my breasts.
“Make it longer,” she whispered in my ear.
“I can’t,” I replied. “I am as long as I get.”
“Yes, you can,” she said. “You are the one. You can make it longer if you wish. I want you to go completely through her too.”
“How?”
Makala pulled back from me, gave her cock a couple of strokes then slipped three fingers into my pink asshole, gaping it upwards, causing a few inches of my sheath to poke out. She pressed her cock against my sheath, then slipped the tip of her meat inside me. She pressed her body against me again, pushing my own body against Ona’s, who was still impaled on the pink stalk, a couple of feet still sticking out of her mouth. Makala pushed her cock slowly into my ass, I felt it against my abdomen and it pressed against the base of my cock that was still inside Ona.
Makala got about six inches inside me then stopped.
“There,” she said. “Tighten right there.”
“What?” I said. “Tighten? What do you mean?”
Olympia, who had been watching this, stroking her own eighteen inch girl cock spoke up.
“Your phallite cock has muscles in it, like I told you,” she said. “Try tightening them.”
I shook my head but Makala egged me on so I focused on the spot where the head of Makala’s cock head was pressing against my own meat. At first nothing happened, then suddenly I felt something tighten. My own cock head surged another couple of inches deeper into Ona, who moaned around the pink stalk.
“Very good,” Makala crooned into my ear, her ram’s horns brushing my head and her shiny white hair against my shoulder. She pushed her cock another three or four inches into my asshole.
“Try there,” she said.This time I did as instructed without argument. As I focused, again I felt muscles in my cock tighten. This time my cock surged another two or three inches. By this point, the tip of my cock was dangerously close to Ona’s throat.
“I’m going to go all the way through her if I do that again,” I said.
“That’s the idea,” Makala whispered into my ear as she slid her cock another six or seven inches into my ass, sending long threads of slime cascading down her shaft, dribbling streamers off her balls.
“Jesus,” I murmured.
“Now, finally,” Makala said. “Right here.” She pressed the tip of her cock against another spot on the back of my own meat. Again I focused.Another muscle in my cock tightened and several more inches erupted from my cock. It was too much for Ona’s body to contain, and her mouth opened almost impossibly wide as the thick purple head of my cock shot out of her mouth next to the pink stalk. Ona shuddered and slime gushed from her mouth around the two thick shafts that were impaling her from end to end, both slathering her with slime of their own. I couldn’t tell if she was feeling pleasure or pain.
“Is she okay?” I asked Makala, but before I could answer, Ona lifted one of her arms and gave a thumb’s up.
Makala reached around, grasped my breasts, and pushed her own cock deeper and deeper into me until I felt it pressing against the back of my throat. She stopped there, but she could have run me through like Ona if she had wanted to. Instead she began rhythmically sliding her huge meat in and out of my asshole, stretching it wide and pulling my sheath in and out with each stroke. She pulled out a couple of feet and stroked her cock with my sheath before pushing it back in and continuing her motions. I moaned and felt my balls tighten as the pulsating of the pink stalk my cock was pressed against increased. I hovered on the edge of a orgasm.
Once the tip of my cock had exited Ona’s mouth, the stalk had stiffened. From the aperture at the tip, a smaller reddish stalk had emerged. The red stalk was almost tentacle-like as I slipped out several inches and wavered in the air. I was about to ask Makala what was going to happen next when suddenly the red stalk arched through the air and pushed into the gaping, sliming, hole at the tip of my cock, pushing deep down my tunnel, deep back inside Ona’s body.
The appendage pressed against the head of my cock, massaging the underside of the helmet from the inside, rubbing in and out of my slimed cock hole. It was too much for me to handle. Makala squeezed my breasts one more time, sending out thick streamers of milk across Ona and I, and I came, thick threads of semen rocketing out of my cock around the red stalk, shooting through the air and coming back down across Ona, Makala and myself. As I came, Makala grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and pushed her cock the rest of the way through me, pushing it out my mouth as she came, adding more hot semen into the mix. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t resist, I could breathe but that was about it as I shot load after load across Ona’s and my bodies, and Makala unloaded her own come across us as well. Milk, slime, and semen coated my and Ona’s milky, pendulous, phallite breasts.
As we came, the sound of stone grating on stone came from across the room. I knew that somewhere a door had opened, but as I was currently impaled on Makala’s cock and also impaling Ona on my own meat, I couldn’t see what was going on, and at the moment I wasn’t sure I cared. My cock and Makala’s cock, my tits and Ona’s tits, and the pink and red stalks – they were my world as pulse after pulse of semen rocked from my cock, and more came from Makala’s meat. For a moment the pleasure was so incredible I almost lost consciousness, and only the fact that I was sandwiched between Makala and Ona and riding Makala’s meat kept me from falling.
Groggy and shaken, I felt Makala’s meat soften and she slowly retracted, letting the head slide back down into my mouth, down my throat, and out my ass. My sheath gripped her cock and hung out of my ass as I began to slide my own softening meat from Ona’s pussy. Finally, we lowered the pink stalk and Ona slipped off.
The three of us sat down and tried to catch our breath, our long slimed sheaths still hanging out, while Olympia, the twins, my mom and Clementina began moving towards the new chamber that had opened across the room. A light glow emerged from the room and from where I sat I could see it looked somewhat like the chamber where we had first met Makala, with a floor sloping downwards towards a pond or pool in the center. I slowly climbed to my feet and followed the other unsteadily, Makala and Ona behind me.
“It has been years since I have been able to access this chamber, since I have been free to move in the outside world,” Makala said as we slipped into the new room. “And it has been years since I last saw my love. You have met her, right? You know Alura?”
As if on queue, the water in the pond erupted and the tentacled creature that was Alura emerged – top half a phallite female with green skin, lower half a mass of long, writhing tentacles, under which lurked a cock, a vagina, and an asshole. Her tentacles in front were already parted and a massive, thick, tentacle-like, rock hard cock protruded almost two feet in front of her.
At the sight of Alura, Makala seemed to forget that she had just fucked me into oblivion, and her cock came almost instantly to attention.No words passed between them, it was as if no words needed to be said. Makala and Alura embraced, the blue skinned cave spirit and the green skinned guardian coming together in each other’s arms, their lips meeting, their breasts pressing together. Ram’s horns and hooves met slick slithering tentacles. Their passion was literally electrifying as white strokes of static flashed around their bodies, leaving a blue afterimage in our watching eyes. Alura’s tentacles caressing the cave spirit’s body, testing every inch of blue skin – squeezing her milky nipples, teasing her lips, running down her stomach, stroking her thick hard cock, pushing into her anus.
Makala reached up and caressed the guardian’s breasts, sending phallite milk cascading across her body, mixing with the slime that was coating everything.
Alura pressed her body against Makala and their cocks pressed between their breasts, squirting more copious quantities of slime across their bodies. Alura rose up again and stroked her meat, rubbing it against Makala’s body. The cave spirit rolled over, pointing her blue-and-cream-colored sphincter at the guardian.
“I’ve been waiting far too long for this,” Makala said, stretching the cheeks of her not-insubstantial ass, causing the flesh inside her asshole to press outward, her sheath to pop out several inches. Alura stroked her cock a couple more times, then slipped it into the cave spirit’s waiting, sliming ass.Makala moaned as inch after inch of Alura’s almost-two-foot-long cock slid inside her. Makala’s stomach distended slightly as the guardian’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside. Alura’s tentacles slipped underneath Makala, gripping her cock and stroking her thick blue meat. The green tentacles stroked and caressed the shaft, sliding upwards, coating every inch of the spirit’s meat with slime. Finally they reached the gaping tip of the cave spirit’s cock. A long, thick tentacle hovered over the tip for a moment, a long tendril of slime slipping from the tip, then it plunged into the aperture at the end of Makala’s cock, eliciting a moan as the underside of her cock stretched and distended to accommodate the green appendage that was forcing its way in.Alura’s cock was all the way inside the cave spirit’s waiting, slimy ass, her stomach bumping against the spirit’s body. The guardian continued her motions, pushing in and out, while her tentacle made similar motions at the end of Makala’s cock. Alura pulled her cock out halfway, stretching Makala’s cream-colored sheath out from her body. The guardian’s tentacles wrapped around the sheath, stroking it, and her cock. She pulled the rest of the way out, pulling the flesh with her. Makala moaned again, her eyes closed, her body shaking with pleasure as Alura used her tentacles to stroke the thick, meaty sheath. Finally, she pulled the sheath off her cock and pulled it up to her mouth, sucking out all the slime and pre-come inside, before pulling it back down onto her hard, throbbing, green cock, and ramming it all the way back inside Makala’s stretched ass.
Underneath the cave spirit, a second tentacle was probing the open tip of Makala’s cock. After a moment it pushed inside, stretching the underside of her cock even more and almost doubling it in size. Other tentacles stroked her meat, bringing waves of moans from the cave spirit.
Alura reached down, pulling Makala’s body upwards, arching her back, pressing her against her own body. The cave spirit’s pendulous breasts swung up, sending arcs of creamy phallite milk through the air. Her stomach distended almost as if she were pregnant with the force of Alura’s cock against her abdomen. The two tentacles deep in Makala’s cock continued to push in and out.It was too much for the cave spirit as she gave a final moan and loads of semen and slime gushed from around the tentacles that were still lodged in her cock. As she came, Alura moaned as well, her orgasm sending slime and semen gushing from Makala’s ass.As their ardor ebbed,
Alura slipped her cock from Makala’s ass and it disappeared back beneath her mass of tentacles below her waist. Makala’s sheath – sticky with slime and come – hung loosely from her ass over a foot behind her.
After Makala and Alura caught their breath, I tried to turn things back to business.“We have opened the door of the seven,” I said. “How do we unlock the door of the three? That’s next correct?”
Makala nodded, but then added, “You now have a choice. You may open the door of the three or open the brood chamber.”
“The brood chamber?” I asked. “You never mentioned a brood chamber in your prophesy.”“That’s because the brood chamber is not part of the prophesy.”
“So why would we open it?”
From behind me, Ona spoke up.“I want to know more about this brood chamber…” she said.
“Wait, time out,” Olympia interrupted. “We’re not opening any more doors today. So I have an idea.”
She turned to Makala and Alura. “You said you would be able to walk in human form once we unlocked the door of the seven, right? And you said you could leave, right? Then how about if we all slow down, go up to the pool and just chill for awhile while we talk this through?”
Everyone nodded, then Alura paused.“There is one final thing that must be done now that you have opened the door of the seven. The six must truly become the six.
”“What does that mean?” Olympia asked, glancing at my mom, who shrugged in ignorance.
I suddenly remembered the photos of Franklin’s mother.
“Wait,” I said. “If this involves weird, tentacled labia, forget it.”
My mother gently shoved me to the side.
“And who are you to tell me what to do with my body?” she said. There was a playful tone to her voice, but a serious look shone in her eyes.
“Um, okay, sorry,” I said, mollified.
“That is correct, how did you know this?” asked Alura.
“We’ve seen old photo’s,” my mother said. “If that’s what I need to do to go through with this, I am ready.”
“Then let’s do this,” said Makala. “Then the metamorphosis of the one and the six will be complete and they will truly be the seven.”
Alura took my mother’s hand and sat her down on one of the stone benches along the side of the room, then gently spread her legs. My mother’s meaty phallite labia shone in the glow of the room. Alura bent down and opened her mouth – wider than it should have been possible. She pressed her lips around the outside of my mother’s pussy, completely engulfing her clitoris and labia in her mouth. Alura closed her eyes for a moment, her body shook.
Suddenly my mother’s eyes shot open and her head snapped back. I leapt forward, but Makala restrained me.“Let her finish,” she said into my ear as she had her arms wrapped around me from behind.
Alura made a gagging, retching sound, and slime poured from around her lips that were still locked onto my mother’s pussy. She began to pull her head back. As she did, her mouth moved backwards, slowly revealing long, slimy, ropy tentacles where my mother’s labia used to be. The appendages slipped from Alura’s mouth as she withdrew, finally falling completely free.
My mother stood wobbly to her feet. The tentacles hung down below her knees.
She turned to me and smiled.
“I have known this was how I was going to end up ever since I was asleep in that sarcophagus. It’s okay.”
I wanted to believe everything was going to be okay. I really did.
[END OF CHAPTER 3]
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nitzvr/clementina_part_xvii_extreme_erotic_horror_body
Formatting went to crap again. Fixing…
Another sexy installment.
How did you settle on erotic horror to describe your story? Full disclosure I have only read the last 3 or 4 installments but I would call your stuff erotic scifi with strong body transformation themes.