Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... 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,” Olympia 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. ...