Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... Franklin, and she looks like she has a vagina, not testicles like Franklin. She has the same arrangement as my mother.” She threw a picture of a woman on the table. It was another black and white photo but it was graphic, showing a woman with phallite breasts spreading her legs to show meaty labia beneath a large phallite-like cock.

“And finally, we found this,” she tossed a final picture on the table. It was a picture of Frankin, fully dressed in his (her?) overcoat, standing next to a pair of twins. “We don’t know who the twins are.”

There was a long silence.

I leaned back in my chair.

“This is a nightmare. What the fuck have we gotten into. It’s like history repeating itself.”

Olympia picked up each of the pictures and looked through them, then reached over and put a hand on my arm.

“Don’t assume anything,” she said.

“Don’t assume?” I said. “Are you joking? All the pieces are lined up. It’s like we were predestined to be here. The twins really seal the deal. And look at the things Alura said.”

I turned to my mother. “What if you turn into something like her?” I said, pointing to the picture of Franklin’s mother with the tentacles hanging between her legs.

“Having prehensile tentacle labia sounds kind of hot, to be honest,” she added with a smile. “Imagine having mommy’s slick, slimy tentacles rubbing against that hard cock of yours, or sliding up your ass. Tell me that doesn’t sound hot, I dare you.”

I had to admit, it did.

“Oh, fuck,” I ...

... said. “So what do we do now?”

“After we eat lunch, I think its time we go down and press that button in Alura’s chamber.”

And so we did, trooping down to the nexus in our usual swimsuits. I had bought several in our morning shopping trip, and kind of went in a sports style bra and booty-style bottoms that stretched tight over my oversized and still-growing cock. My wide phallite hips and ass swallowed up most of the backside of the shorts. Others wore a mix of one and two piece suits as we made our way into the nexus.

In the nexus we split up. Olympia, my mom, and I went into the room with the tentacle statue, while the twins, Clementina, and Ona stood out in the nexus.

The three of us stood in front of the statue and looked at the oddly-colored clitoris that seemed to be a button.

“Well,” I said. “Here goes nothing.” I reached up and gave the statue’s clit a push.

Nothing happened. It wouldn’t move.

“Let me try,” Olympia said, but she couldn’t move the button either.

We stared at it for a moment.

“You know,” I said to my mother after a pause. “This statue depicts a woman with a long tongue and a tentacled labia. We already know you have a tongue like the statue, and we have seen pictures of Franklin’s mother with this sort of a tentacle arrangement. Maybe you should try pushing this button.”

My mother shrugged, walked over, and pushed the statue’s clitoris.

The button slipped inwards inside the stone hood. From out in the nexus we heard the ...