Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... as I dried off I looked myself over in the mirror. I hadn’t grown any more body hair, and I also seemed to have stopped growing facial hair. The only hair I still had was on top of my head – and that was thicker than ever. I figured I needed to get a haircut soon.

I looked at my face. Something looked off, but I couldn’t put a finger on it. I just felt like my features had softened a little, but I was hard pressed to name something that looked different.

I gave my cock a couple of strokes, teasing out a few streamers of slime, then turned around and looked at my ass in the mirror, pulling my ass cheeks apart and considering my asshole hovering above my balls and cock. It looked just like Clementina’s, Ona’s and my mom’s. Perfect, pink, puckered. I used my fingers to pull my sphincter open, revealing the same pink crumpled flesh like the ladies.

“I’d fuck that in a heartbeat,” I whispered. I thought of the oversized dildos Clementina and Ona had bought. I could imagine coating one with slime, leaning over and Clementina sliding it inside my asshole. I was sure I was just as deep as the ladies were, and that I could take my own cock inside. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine. I was sure Clementina would leap at the chance to slide a latex cock up my ass.

I coated a couple fingers with slime and reached around, sliding them inside as far as they would go. I moaned. It felt fucking awesome.

I turned back around to face the mirror and ...

... inspected my body. Again, like with my face, something struck me as slightly off but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I chalked it up to being over tired from all the work we have been doing and shrugged. I raised my hands in the air and turned completely around. As I came around and caught my body from the side I spotted something else that was off.

You couldn’t see it looking from the front, but if you looked at my chest from the side it looked like there might be a little bit of a man-boob forming. I didn’t have a lot of fat on my body, definitely not enough to have extra chest flesh.

Alura had cupped my chest and sucked my nipples like they were real. Something was happening to my body. I was now sure of it. My facial structure, my body, my ass, my chest, my hair. Everything.

I squeezed the little mound of flesh that now barely raised above my rib cage, pinching the nipple. Nothing came out, but the nipple hardened and stuck out, long and erect. I tried the other, same effect. I looked at myself in the mirror again. The stimulation had made the little mounds stand out more. It wasn’t my imagination.

What the fuck? Alura had said to cast aside my preconceived notions of boy and girl.

I shook my head. I was overthinking things. Olympia had changed our diet some, and I was probably just gaining a little weight. That’s all. Jeez, dude, relax.

I turned my thoughts to what was coming the next day. I sat down on the bed, leaning against the wall. Olympia, Athena, and ...