Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... packed with not just erectile tissue but muscles – explaining how I didn’t lose consciousness due to lack of blood ever time I got an erection. It also raised the question of just how long my cock would ultimately be, since the muscle seemed to be still growing. I also got to wondering if I could learn to control the muscles.

Olympia seemed to be fascinated by the extra tissue and the sheathing. She even said she couldn’t wait to try it out herself and see just how far out she could stretch it.

But there was nothing in the test results that scared Olympia, Athena or Demeter away. Olympia just pointed out that phallites were probably less like parasites and more like symbiotes. We made plans for the three of them to get their own little passengers.

Thursday evening after dinner all of us we were lounging in the pool, skinny dipping as usual, the worst of the moving and classwork over, relaxing and talking about our next steps.

“What was the name of the guy who survived having the phallite inside him,” Olympia asked.

Clementina replied. “I think it was something like Shirley Franklin, or something like that. He was born shortly after 1800 and died in the 1950s. He lived a long life.”

“Shirley,” I said. “That’s usually a female name.”

“There have been guys named that too,” Olympia corrected. “There was a well-known sports journalist named Shirley, there used to be a football coach with that name too. There have been some other famous male Shirleys as well. ...

... Do you have any pictures of him?”

“I do,” Clementina said, hopping out of the pool and disappearing into the house. She came back a few minutes later with a photo. We all dried off before approaching the old picture. The image was in black and white and a horse and buggy was in the background. It showed a delicately-featured clean-shaven man with a pony tail – unusual for the time – in an overcoat.

“Every picture I have ever seen of him he’s wearing that overcoat or some other baggy clothes. It’s hard to get a read on what he looks like except his face.”

I looked closely at the picture. Franklin had a finely featured face, smooth and petite. It was almost feminine, a feature accented by his pony tail. Looking at an old photograph and knowing he had a light phallite inside sent shivers up my spine. It also helped keep the fire of hope simmering inside.

“Do you have more old photos?” Olympia asked.

“There’s a ton of photos I haven’t gone through, as well as old journals and papers up in the unfinished part of the attic. Somebody needs to go through them.”

“Russel, can you, Athena and Demeter start going through the pictures and papers tomorrow or the day after, looking for anything you can find about this guy? We’re going to take on our light phallites tomorrow, after that you guys can get started.”

I nodded as a shot of sexual tension ran through all of us. I think we all knew the next night would be hot, wet, and intense.

That night I took a shower and ...