Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

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“Sorry, show’s over,” she said. “The potion only lasts for a few minutes.”

She looked tired. I didn’t know a cave spirit could look tired, but she did. Her cock, which had been at full attention, was quickly losing tone and hung limply between her legs, reaching to about her knees.

“I need some time to rest,” Makala said. “But first, I must show you the lock and key for the door of the seven.”

She moved to a small cubby in the side of the chamber and pushed the wall back, revealing another chamber beyond.

The new chamber was about the size of the one we had just been in. The floor was covered with slime and light phallites slithered about in the ooze happily. A thick coating of a glowing pink substance – similar to that in the royal chamber – coated the walls. There were several cubbies I could see along the walls, but most were blocked off by coatings of the pink organic material, except for one. Makala led us to the one open cubby.

Inside the cubby was a stone bench. In the center of the bench was an impression like might be made if a person – a naked person - sat on the bench. However, there was a small problem with anyone sitting there. Protruding out of the center of the impression – where certain orifices might be if a person sat down – was a long pink, phallic-looking stalk that stood about five feet above the bench.

“What the fuck…” Clementina whispered as we approached.

“This is the lock and key to open the door of the ...

... seven.”

The pink stalk seemed to sense our approach, and clear slime and a semen-like cream poured from the tip. It pulsated and throbbed, reaching towards us, growing longer, now almost seven feet and writhing like a tentacle.

“That’s impossible,” I said. “Not even a phallite body could take a shaft like that. No way.”

There was a long, uncomfortable pause as the stalk continued to try to reach us, and touch us. We all positioned ourself a safe distance. Then Olympia spoke up.

“Actually…” she said.

“Yeah,” Ona added. “Actually there might be a way.”

“How?” I asked.

“I have some things I need to show you in the lab,” Olympia said. “And since I think our new friend needs a nap…” she indicated Makala “...perhaps we should retire upstairs and come back tomorrow when we are all fresh. Sound good?”

A murmur of assent ran through us and we filed back out of the chamber, said good night to Makala, and made our way out of the nexus and up to the top floor of the barn where the lab was.

When we were all seated in front of a large computer screen, Olympia began.

“You probably already know some of this from what I have told you before, but please bear with me,” she said, and pulled up a 3D model of a phallite-carrying human female with all the internal organs visible.

“So, as you know,” Olympia said. “The phallites do a lot of rewiring and replumbing of the human body. What we are most interested in right now is the internal plumbing around the genitalia and the ...