Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... 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, gaping it, pushing a lobe of pink flesh outwards and letting my sheath hang out behind me like a tale. 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 ...