Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... between her and Franklin.

“This we believe is Franklin and his mother, though we haven’t figured out her name. There were a couple of references to her in the journals, though they only refer to her as ‘the mother’ or just ‘mother’. We’re not sure, but there may have been something more than just maternal love going on there.”

Athena glanced meaningfully at my mother and I, then laid a second photo on the table. This one showed Franklin in his usual overcoat. Behind him and to the side, a woman literally towered over him. It was hard to guage, but she looked like she was possibly over seven feet tall. She was wearing some kind of a robe with a hood. Her face was sharp and her eyes were piercing. Behind them, it looked like the walls of a stone chamber, though I didn’t recognize it as one of the ones we had already uncovered.

“We don’t know who this woman is,” Athena said. “But she appears in several photos usually wearing a robe or similar garment. She seems to be really tall.”

Athena laid several more pictures on the table, all of either Franklin’s mother or the strange amazon in the robe.

“Then, right before we came down to lunch, we found this.”

She laid another photo on the table. It took me several seconds to process it, and I could tell the others figured out what they were looking at before me by the gasps that ran around the table.

The picture was black and white, like all the photos had been, and it wasn’t in the best shape, with a couple of ...

... creases across the front. The picture showed two people, both nude, standing outside in front of the barn. I recognized one right away as Franklin’s mother. But as my mind processed what I was seeing, I reeled. Her top half was typical phallite, large breasts, big nipples, narrow waist. But below the waist, where I expected to see the usual thick lobes, it was something else entirely. Hanging down between her legs, where her labia should have been, it looked like she had slid an octopus up her vagina and had the tentacles hanging out. Though the picture was fuzzy they were obviously tentacles where her labia should be, dangling down almost to the ground.

She looked just like the statue in the chamber where the tentacle monster had been.

I turned my eyes to the other woman in the photo. I didn’t recognize her at first, though she had the usual phallite features. But again, when my eyes wandered downwards I was in for a shock. Instead of female features, below her waist she had an immense cock hanging downwards – a cock similar to the one I now sported. I let my eyes wander back up to her face, staring at it. She was pretty, though the features seemed familiar.

Recognition slowly dawned.

The face was that of Shirley Franklin.

I gasped.

“Oh, fuck,” I said out loud. “This is...just like us...like my mother and I. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on.”

“We have two more pictures,” Athena said. “Here is another cockgirl we have yet to identify. It’s not ...