Clementina, Chapter 3 – Metamorphosis

This is Chapter 3, which comprises parts XIII – XVII.

Just a reminder: this is partly a horror story, so consider yourself warned.

Also, as a warning, from here on out, the genders get mixed-up.

There are no parts that can be skipped in this chapter.

Clementina, Chapter 3 – Metamorphosis

PART XIII

The phone conversation I had with Olympia was strange. She was very nice, and was glad to hear from me, but when I told her I wanted her consulting on a personal scientific matter, and that it might be nice to bring her daughters along too, she became guarded. I think the fact that we offered lunch and pool time helped persuade her, but in the end, she and her daughters agreed to come by Saturday late morning for a dip in the pool, some brunch, and a discussion about a topic I said I couldn’t discuss on the phone.

So that was how we found myself, my mom, Clementina and Ona, playing host to Olympia and her daughters, Athena and Demeter. We started the visit with a dip in the pool, then Ona brought out some snacks and munchies and we all settled in for a chat on the deck beside the pool.

Thankfully, Clementina and my mom had toned down their choice of swimsuits. Clementina had on a modest one-piece, and my mom had on a full-cup top with a set of mid-thigh lycra bottoms. Only Ona, in her typical way, had chosen an almost-invisible one-piece that left little to the imagination. I pulled on a long, baggy pair of trunks that helped minimize the meat between my legs.

Olympia stood a little under six feet and was lithe and athletic, like my mom had been before she took on her phallite. She wore a pair of men’s trunks and a sports-style bikini top, her blonde hair cut in a short pixie.

Demeter and Athena were both goth and had the requisite black eye-liner. They didn’t share their mother’s svelte shape, but weren’t overweight – though their breasts were heavier and their hips more flared than their mother’s. The twins had dyed their hair platinum and black, and wore modest but plunging black one-piece suits.

Olympia took a sip of her soda.

“So, thanks for the snacks and the swim, but you still haven’t filled us in on what you need our guidance on. This is all very mysterious.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m sorry we’ve been so cloak-and-dagger, but we’ve got something going on that we need a scientific viewpoint on, but there are complications that make going more official channels somewhat more difficult.”

“Well why don’t you tell us what’s going on?”

I looked to Clementina, then sighed, taking the plunge.

“Under the land here, there is a series of caves, and there are these creatures living in the caves that are unlike anything you’ve ever seen,” I said.

Olympia’s eyes lit up, as did her daughters.

“That’s exciting!” she said. A new species found right under our feet! Where? Can I see?”

“Um, yes, but let’s slow down,” Clementina said. “These creatures, they are parasites.”

“Parasites? Who are the hosts?”

Clementina, my mom, and I exchanged a nervous glance.

“Humans,” Clementina finally said.

“Humans?” Olympia paused. “What effect do they have on the host?”

“It depends,” Clementina said. “Men and women are affected differently.”

She stood up and gestured for my mother and Ona to do the same.

“Do you notice anything similarities between us?” she asked.

Olympia looked at the three women.

“You guys are on the same diet program?” she said.

Clementina unhooked the top of her swimsuit and pulled it down, baring her large, milk-filled breasts. My mother and Ona also bared their chest. Three sets of large, pendulous breasts with wide aureoles and long, nipples stood in a row in front of Olympia and her daughters.

“Are you saying that the three of you all are infected with this parasite?” she asked. “And that is why you have similar breasts?”

“It’s more than just breasts. We have similar sex organs, we all produce the same milk, the same slime, we have the same shape anus, the same labia, the same clitoris. We have freakishly deep orifices with flesh that likes to bow out. The women have sheaths that slide several feet from their vagina and anus.”

Clementina, Ona and my mother stripped, turning around slowly, even spreading their asses slightly to show their uniform assholes.

“I see…” Olympia said, and turned to me. “And you, do you have these parasites as well? What effect does it have on you?”

I nodded and stood up, pulling off my swim trunks. Standing in front of these women with my cock hanging out brought me to half attention.

“Wow…” Olympia said, staring at my massive cock for a moment before shaking her head and coming back to the point. “But you want me to believe that these secondary sexual characteristics are the work of a previously undiscovered parasite that lives under your property.”

Clementina nodded and gave her a quick rundown of her family’s history with the creatures. When she got to recent events, I took over and filled her in on what had happened in the past month. My mom took out her colored contacts to show her true eye color and also demonstrated her tongue. It was painful, and uncomfortable, revealing a lot of details I would rather have not discussed, but it couldn’t be avoided. I told her everything.

When I was finished, Olympia leaned back in her chair, looking in disbelief at the four of us, who sat in our chairs, still nude.

“This is unbelievable. These creatures are really inside you? Right now?” she asked.

I stood up and moved to stand right next to her, taking her hand and placing it on my abdomen next to my cock. I reached down and gave my cock a few strokes, bringing it to attention. As I did so, my phallite shifted inside of me.

“Holy shit,” Olympia said. “Come here,” she gestured to her daughters. Athena and Demeter took up positions on either side of me. I could feel their bodies next to me. They placed their hands on my stomach and felt my phallite moving around.

Olympia gave my cock a quick stroke.

“That’s cock is real,” she said. “And you three can take his monster penis up your asses?”

My mom stood up and leaned over her chair, spreading her cheeks and exposing her perfect pink asshole.

“Show her Russel,” she said.

“Wait,” Athena said, putting a hand on my shoulder and pulling me back. “That’s your mother. Are you really going to fuck her?”

“Were you listening to anything we just said?” I asked. “I fuck my mom, Ona and Clementina fuck, we all fuck. It’s part of who we are now.” I looked at Athena and Demeter. “From what I’ve heard about some twins, I bet you two have tried it yourselves.”

Athena blushed and slowly slipped her hand off my shoulder. I turned to my mom. Her pink puckered asshole was slimy and wet, and slime dribbled off my cock. Olympia reached out and gave my cock a stroke, taking a handful of slime, testing its consistency.

Clementina grabbed my mom’s ass cheeks and stretched them apart, exposing the cavern inside. When her asshole gaped, slime poured out and an inch of pink crumpled flesh poked out, forming a slimy prolapsed dome outside of her anus. In the center, a gaping hole, her sheathing hanging out several inches. I pressed the purple tip of my cock against her crinkly asshole and pushed inside.

Olympia leaned back in her chair and was watching us. Her hands gripped the arms of the seat. Her daughters were on either side, their hands dangerously close to their bikini bottoms. I sensed that they needed only the slightest excuse to begin masturbating.

Ona, of course, was the one who broke the ice. She pulled off her suit and started rubbing one out.

Ona looked at Olympia.

“It’s okay,” she said. “You can get yourselves off. In this house, you do whatever works.”

Demeter and Athena didn’t wait, they pulled off their swimsuits, sank naked into their chairs and began slowly, methodically masturbating. Olympia kept her arms glued to the arms of her chair, fighting the urge to satisfy herself, as badly as she wanted to. Her nipples were hard against her swimsuit.

I continued to slide my cock into my mom’s waiting asshole. Six inches, nine, a foot, and more. Finally my balls were against her slit. Slime poured out of her gaping asshole.

“See?” I said to Olympia.

“I see,” Olympia replied. “Can Ona and Clementina do the same?”

“Of course,” Clementina said.

“Show me,” Olympia said. “I need to see it for myself. You know, for science…”

I looked to Clementina, she shrugged.

I began slipping out of my mother’s dripping, slimy asshole. As I withdrew, the pink sheath and crumpled flesh inside gripped my cock on the way out, extending four or five inches out of her asshole, the sheath over a foot. Her anal tissue clung to the shaft like a second skin, stretching out, making me moan with pleasure as her soft pink ass flesh slid across my pulsating purple cock. When I finally slipped free, her asshole gaped then slipped closed, sending more slime slithering down across her cunt. She ran her hand along it, gathering it up, and bringing it to her mouth and swallowing it.

Athena and Demeter had climaxed at least once but did not seem to be interested in stopping their stroking. Olympia still had her hands locked on the arms of her chair, but I could see the swim trunks she wore were soaked through at the crotch with her pussy juices.

My mom gave Olympia a quick close up of her gaped ass, then moved behind her, putting her arms on her shoulders. She whispered into her ears.

“Let go,” she said. “You can satisfy yourself if you want. Enjoy. It’s okay.”

Olympia gulped, but kept her hands gripping the arms of the chair. Her knuckles were white as she watched Clementina move into position, her perfect puckered asshole pointing straight at Olympia.

I hovered my cock a foot in front of Olympia’s face. She reached up and gave it a quick stroke, but that was all. I smiled down at her, then turned to Clementina and her beautiful asshole that was now gaping in front of me, pink rose sticking out of the sphincter, waiting for me, begging for me to slide my cock inside. I didn’t wait any longer but pushed deep into Clementina’s puckered ass. She moaned as I went balls deep and she took all fifteen inches.

Olympia’s self control was amazing. She watched this stone-faced. Demeter had stopped playing with herself and was watching through lidded, half-asleep eyes. Athena had slowed but was still making circular motions on her tiny, shaved, innie pussy and clit.

Olympia swallowed hard.

“And Ona can do that too?” she croaked, her voice harsh and dry.

I nodded. I began pulling out of Clementina’s asshole, moaning as her flesh stretched out around my cock, popping free of her asshole and gripping my shaft. Her asshole gaped, the pink lobe and anal sheath hanging out loosely, then slipped shut, slime dribbling in a long glob from the opening.

She stepped aside, taking up a position next to my mother behind Olympia, putting a hand on one of her shoulders.

Ona was next. In typical Ona fashion she sauntered up in front of Olympia as if she was a stripper. She leaned forward and hovered her breasts in her face, squeezing milk onto her lips. Olympia hesitantly licked the creamy breast milk off, then leaned forward and finally gave in. Her hands came up and squeezed Ona’s tit, her lips latched onto the long, thick, milky nipple and she suckled.

As Ona leaned forward to push her breasts into Olympia’s face, I pushed my cock into Ona’s waiting pink asshole, sliding through the slime until my was balls deep in her rectum. I moved Ona to the side so Olympia could see I was all the way in.

“Any further questions?” I asked as I began to pump my cock in and out of Ona’s stretched pink asshole. Like my mother and Clementina, the pink crumpled flesh inside grabbed my cock and stretched out well beyond the sphincter. I paused in my fucking, half out of Ona’s asshole, wrapped my hand around the pink sheath and stroked my hard cock with her slick flesh. Ona moaned as more slime sluiced from her ass. As I stroked I could feel her building to a climax.

When I moved Ona’s breasts away from Olympia’s face, the professor’s hands had moved down inside the swim trunks she wore and I could see her making motions as she masturbated watching me ream Ona’s asshole.

Ona came, gushing slime out of her asshole around my cock and around the pink flesh I still held in my hand, wrapped around my thick meat. Finally, I pushed all the way in, feeling my own orgasm was only a few strokes away. I pulled out and put my cock in front of Olympia. Slime from my cock and from Ona’s asshole dripped from my thick, purple, gaping head.

Olympia stared at the monstrous cock that pulsated and throbbed in front of her, the broad tip gaping and slime pouring out. Behind her, my mom bent over, putting her chin on Olympia’s shoulder, whispering in her ear.

“If you help us, you will face dangers unknown and see things unimaginable. You will help us protect the world from these creatures and protect these creatures from the world. We may even protect humanity from itself. From the moment our forebears first picked up a rock and bashed in the head of his enemy, people have tried to weaponize everything. We have a chance here to prevent that from happening again, because there may be secrets underneath the bedrock here that could destroy us.”

My mother ran her long tongue around Olympia’s ear, then continued.

“But you can do more than help us, you can join us,” she said. “And if you do that, you can experience pleasure like you have never felt before. You can become more than human.” She slipped her long tongue down between Olympia’s breasts, flicking across nipples that were poking through the fabric of the bikini top. She slid her tongue down under the fabric and pulled it up, baring Olympia’s breasts. She reached around and began caressing the small, pert breasts.

Olympia’s mouth was open, but no words came out as she let my mother massage her mounds. Her own hands were under her swim trunks, moving frantically.

“Do you want my load?” I asked Olympia, stroking my cock and hovering it in front of her face. She finally nodded.

“Fuck yeah,” she said. “Come in my mouth.”

And I did. I perched my cock in front of her open mouth and gave a couple final strokes, unleashing my thick semen and slime between her lips. She sucked down my insanely endless load like a porn star. As I came, she stroked herself to a climax and moaned as she came.

Spent, she leaned back in her chair, and like her daughters, drifted off for a few moments in an orgasm-induced nap.

We all sat in sated silence for several minutes before Olympia finally spoke up.

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“This is – unbelievable,” she said. “And dangerous.”

“It is,” Clementina said. “And if you are smart, you will turn right around, go home, and forget that we ever had this conversation. You will be putting your life on the line if you help us.”

“But I bet you won’t,” I added. “I can see in your eyes that you are intrigued. At the very least, you’re going to want to see what this cave looks like, and what the phallites look like – and feel like once they are inside of you.”

“You got us there,” Athena said, speaking up for the first time. “But let’s say we agree to help. We need a space to work, a lab. And it shouldn’t be in the house – it should be in an outbuilding for safety purposes.”

“We have a studio apartment in the upper floor of the barn we used to rent out,” Clementina said. “It has a kitchen, a bathroom, plumbing, heat and A/C. I think it would make a decent lab. I can show you on the way to the cave.”

“Lead the way,” said Olympia.

We pulled swimsuits back on and headed up to the barn. After getting Olympia’s approval for the barn space as a lab, we pulled up the trap door leading down to the nexus and headed in.

“Be careful,” I said, as we reached the bottom of the steps and were about to step into the slime of the nexus. “The floor is covered with slime to the depth of three or four inches. It’s incredibly slippery. Also, there are light phallites in the slime. Since you three are uninfected, they might try to find a way inside you. They prefer mouths, but will take whatever you offer them.”

“What if you don’t offer them any openings?” Athena asked.

“The light phallites are very polite and will take ‘no’ for an answer. Some of the other phallite subspecies we have encountered aren’t so nice.”

We stepped into the slime, Demeter shrieking when a light phallite brushed against her leg.

A light phallite hovered in the slime in front of Olympia, looking up at her.

“He likes you,” Clementina said. “He wants you to be his host.”

Olympia held out her hand and the creature slithered into her hand and up her arm, to perch on her shoulder.

“So you are telling me that if I let this thing inside of me, I will be able to take that cock of your up my ass?” she asked.

“Yep,” I said. “Up your ass, up your vagina, down your throat. However you want it.”

A look passed across her face.

“What my mom really wants,” Demeter added. “Is not just a cock like yours up her ass. What she really wants is to have a cock like yours and to stick it up somebody’s ass.”

“Demeter!” snapped Olympia as the twins giggled and leaned on each other’s shoulders, there bodies close.

“Admit it, mom,” Athena said. “Even before you and dad divorced, you always wanted a cock of your own. That’s just who you are. It’s okay.”

Olympia looked at the floor but didn’t respond. After a brief pause, she refocused.

She pointed at the pink vaginal tunnel to the queen’s chamber. “And that’s the royal chamber?”

“Yep,” I repeated.

“And that,” she pointed to the tunnel leading to the chamber with the statue of the women with the long tongue. “That is where the tentacle creature is.”

I nodded. “Alura is her name.”

Athena and Demeter had already climbed up on the tunnel to the room where Alura waited.

We entered the chamber and flicked on the light. The twins and their mother gasped at the huge statue and it’s long tongue and reaching labia tentacles.

“Do you know how to open the other doors in the nexus?” asked Olympia.

“Not yet,” Clementina said. “We are still trying to figure that out.”

“Do you want to meet Alura?” I asked. “We can call her.”

“Yes,” Olympia said. “I want to meet this creature. If she is what you say she is, that will be the final confirmation of your story. I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but there could be logical explanations for everything else that has happened today. Having a supernatural creature in front of me would be the deal sealer.”

My mom climbed up onto the edge of the urn and called the Guardian of the Six. A moment later the red liquid in the well churned and slowly Alura rose from the water, lifted by her mass of writhing tentacles. Her skin was green and her upper half had the classic phallite feature of large milky breasts. Her lower half was a mass of slithering appendages. As she rose up she embraced my mother, lifting her up with her tentacles as she rose, the two entering a wet, slimy embrace. My mom’s clear slime mixed with Alura’s green slime and the red water to make a messy, sloppy, soupy mix. Tentacles slipped past my mother’s swimsuit into her vagina and her ass as they kissed and caressed. Their breasts pressed together, sending thick, sweet phallite milk trickling down across their bodies.

Finally, they broke the embrace. Alura lifted my mother gently with her tentacles and deposited her on the floor beside us. Alura slipped from the well and stood before us on her long skirt of tentacles.

“Hey,” she said. “Have you unlocked the lock?”

My mom shook her head. “Not yet, we’re still working on it.”

“So are you just here for a good time?” Alura asked.

The slithering, writhing mass of appendages under her that trailed back into the well parted, revealing – at their center – a light green vaginal slit that gaped open dribbling green slime, and behind it, an other perfect phallite asshole, except light green instead of pink. A single slimy green tentacle rose in front of Alura’s pussy, thickening and sticking out erect. The tip of the tentacle expanded and an aperture appeared, dribbling green slime. It became a huge, thick, pulsating cock.

“Whether you want tits, pussy, ass, or cock, I can help…” she said.

“Whoa,” I said, unsure how to process what I was seeing. Alura had tentacles, breasts, cock, and vagina. She was some form of intersex or hermaphroditic creature. “Wow,” I added.

Alura looked at me.

“Do you not like my cock?” she asked.

“I’m fine with it,” I stammered for a moment before catching myself. “It was just, um, unexpected. I thought you were a woman, I didn’t know you had, um, that…”

Alura smiled.

“If you are going to explore deeper into the caves, if you are truly going to become the one, then you will need to cast aside your preconceived notions of boy and girl.” She had slithered over so she stood in front of me, her tentacles reached out to me, stroking my cock. She moved even closer so her own cock hovered right in front of me as my cock slowly rose to attention. Her tentacles wrapped around my meat, pulling it, coating it with her green slime.

Alura ran her hands up my stomach to my chest, making motions as if cupping nonexistent breasts, then she squeezed my nipples and leaned down, suckling as if she expected milk to come out. The feeling was sensual, stimulating. She pushed against the underside of my nipples, cupping as if they were real, milky breasts. A tingle ran across my chest.

She pulled me close to her. Both of our cocks pressed into the space between her breasts and our bodies as we squeezed together. A thick mix of clear slime, green slime, and phallite milk gushed across her green skin and my pale flesh. Two small, narrow tentacles slipped up and probed the gaping, sliming tips of our cocks, finally pushing inside. I felt it sliding down inside my meat, teasing my sensitive spots from the inside. I moaned as the tentacle inside me thickened, stretching the tip of my cock even wider.

Alura leaned forward and we kissed, swapping green and clear slime. I had begun rocking my hips slightly, sliding our cocks together between her pendulous, milky phallite breasts. A shiver ran through me as her tentacle probed deeper inside.

I felt Alura stiffen and shake as an orgasm overtook her and a load of green slime and think semen gushed from her cock head around the tentacle that was still inside. I couldn’t help myself, I lowered my head and sucked on the tip of her cock, taking her slime and come in my mouth, then swapping it to her in a kiss. I took another mouthful and swallowed, sucking down load after load of her thick, slimy juice.

Another tentacle slid behind me, probing my phallite asshole, then slipping inside. It was too much. I felt my balls tighten and a second later my own load of seed shot upwards. Alura opened her mouth and sucked a load out, passing to to me, then swallowing the rest of my thick semen as my orgasm played out.

As I came, I felt a strange shiver move up and down my body. It wasn’t unlike the shiver I felt when I had taken on a light phallite – a shiver of transformation. But it was brief and passed quickly.

Finally, she let go and we slipped apart.

She smiled.

“That was just the first lesson,” she said, as her tentacles slipped back down underneath her and her cock disappeared into the mass of wriggling appendages. “There will be many more.” She winked.

She turned to the others. “Anybody else want some?” she asked.

Not unexpectedly, Ona stepped forward. She and Alura embraced and paired off, Alura sliding two tentacles into Ona’s waiting ass and probing with a third.

The rest of us tried to ignore them.

“Wow,” I said.

“Yeah, wow,” Olympia said, behind me. I glanced back at her and caught something in her eye that I couldn’t quite make out.

Meanwhile, while Alura and I had been having our tet-a-tet, Athena and Demeter had been examining the statue.

“Look at this,” Athena said, pointing up at the statues genitalia. “The woman’s clitoris is made of a different color stone than the rest of the statue.”

I clambered across the well and joined the twins under the squatting statue. They were right, I wasn’t sure how we had missed it. The clitoris of the statue was the same color as the switch in the royal chamber – the switch that had opened the chamber we were now in.

“I think we just figured out how to open the next chamber,” I said.

PART XIV

As we stood around the newly-discovered switch – Ona and Alura fucking slowly in the background – Olympia spoke up.

“Ground rules,” she said. “If we are going to take this on as a project, there needs to be control. Nobody opens any chambers without consensus. We decide as a team the pace the exploration takes, all subterranean activities from here out are controlled by us as a committee. No more throwing switches without prior approval. Is that clear? In fact, we have the right to banish anyone from the underground if they are a threat to the research.”

Olympia turned to Ona, who was bent over taking Alura’s thick, green meat from behind.

“Hey, Alura,” she said. “Hold off on Ona for a sec, I need her to answer a question. Ona, I remember you saying you were a nurse. We could use a nurse in this project. Will you help us in the lab?”

Ona looked up and something flickered to life in her eyes. Ever since I had known her she had been sort of a hollow narcissistic shell, seemingly focused just on herself and her own pleasure. But suddenly I saw a light come back on in her eyes. I liked what I saw.

“Yes, ma’am. Just tell me what you need,” she said. Olympia nodded and mumbled something about talking later, then gestured to Alura, who picked up the pace again.

Olympia considered the light phallite that was still perched cheerfully on her shoulder.

“So tell me,” she said. “Is the transition painful? Does it hurt when you take on a phallite. Those body changes must be unpleasant.”

“Not at all,” my mother said. “There is something in the light phallite that works some kind of chemical magic on your body. It takes just a few minutes, and it feels incredible. There is a big slime flush at the end that’s a little disconcerting, but nothing to worry about.”

“We need to run some tests on you four,” she said, indicating Clementina, Ona, my mom, and me. “If you guys are normal – or normal enough – I am going to get one of these.” She picked the phallite off her shoulder and set it back in the slime.

“Also,” she said. “If we are going to take this project on, it probably would help if we were closer. Are you going to accept our offer on your house?”

We had gotten so wrapped up in the phallites my mom and I had forgotten the open offer for our old house from Olympia.

Before we could answer, Clementina spoke up.

“If you are going to join our horny little band of phallite wranglers, I can go one better. Ona and I live in the main part of the house, Russel and his mom occupy one of the wings, but there is still an unoccupied wing with three bedrooms, a kitchenette, a couple baths and a partially finished attic. If you are going to join us you can live there.”

“For free?”

“For free if you are joining us and taking on light phallites.”

“Deal,” Olympia said.

The next five days were a blur and there was little sex considered or mentioned. The twins and I wrapped up our semester at the university, then helped Olympia and Ona set up the lab. She had some equipment at her home lab she brought in and began taking samples. She borrowed mobile X-rays and ultrasound machines and put us all through our paces. She put in a request to the university hospital to borrow a mobile MRI, but that was a long shot and we had little hope of actually having it approved.

I also helped the three of them get moved and settled into the opposite wing. I liked Olympia, Athena and Demeter from our time at school, but getting to know them more I liked them even more.

Though there was little sex, there remained an unspoken sexual tension running through everyone. The weather was warm, and when we were moving boxes, furniture, and lab equipment we got hot easily. Shirts were tossed to the side, working in bras or bare chested was a thing for everyone. Evenings we would hang out at the pool, often skinny dipping, but keeping it low key.

There was an unspoken rule that sex was out until Olympia, Athena and Demeter took on their light phallites. We were all afraid of someone getting hurt if the phallite-carriers forgot that the normies had more limited sexual capabilities. But I think we all knew as soon as the three took on phallites, it was game on.

Our labwork came back relatively normal, though there were a couple of nutrient deficiencies, probably due to the outpouring of slime and milk from our bodies. Ona worked up some diet modifications and supplements to address them.

The x-rays and sonograms showed some interesting internal rearrangements. Large slime-generating organs were located in key parts of the body. Vaginas and uterus’s shifted in position and elongated. Intestines rerouted and split into multiple chambered zones lined with slime glands that flushed them clean after evacuation, leaving the phallite ass always fresh and ready for action. The rerouted plumbing seemed to have a lot of extra tissue and be crumpled together, allowing for some of the sheathing effect I had seen – Olympia guessed there was close to twice as much tissue than was really needed. Women’s breasts were loaded with unusual milk-bearing glands that were constantly producing chemically enhanced milk. And my cock was packed with not just erectile tissue but muscles – explaining how I didn’t lose consciousness due to lack of blood ever time I got an erection. It also raised the question of just how long my cock would ultimately be, since the muscle seemed to be still growing. I also got to wondering if I could learn to control the muscles.

Olympia seemed to be fascinated by the extra tissue and the sheathing. She even said she couldn’t wait to try it out herself and see just how far out she could stretch it.

But there was nothing in the test results that scared Olympia, Athena or Demeter away. Olympia just pointed out that phallites were probably less like parasites and more like symbiotes. We made plans for the three of them to get their own little passengers.

Thursday evening after dinner all of us we were lounging in the pool, skinny dipping as usual, the worst of the moving and classwork over, relaxing and talking about our next steps.

“What was the name of the guy who survived having the phallite inside him,” Olympia asked.

Clementina replied. “I think it was something like Shirley Franklin, or something like that. He was born shortly after 1800 and died in the 1950s. He lived a long life.”

“Shirley,” I said. “That’s usually a female name.”

“There have been guys named that too,” Olympia corrected. “There was a well-known sports journalist named Shirley, there used to be a football coach with that name too. There have been some other famous male Shirleys as well. Do you have any pictures of him?”

“I do,” Clementina said, hopping out of the pool and disappearing into the house. She came back a few minutes later with a photo. We all dried off before approaching the old picture. The image was in black and white and a horse and buggy was in the background. It showed a delicately-featured clean-shaven man with a pony tail – unusual for the time – in an overcoat.

“Every picture I have ever seen of him he’s wearing that overcoat or some other baggy clothes. It’s hard to get a read on what he looks like except his face.”

I looked closely at the picture. Franklin had a finely featured face, smooth and petite. It was almost feminine, a feature accented by his pony tail. Looking at an old photograph and knowing he had a light phallite inside sent shivers up my spine. It also helped keep the fire of hope simmering inside.

“Do you have more old photos?” Olympia asked.

“There’s a ton of photos I haven’t gone through, as well as old journals and papers up in the unfinished part of the attic. Somebody needs to go through them.”

“Russel, can you, Athena and Demeter start going through the pictures and papers tomorrow or the day after, looking for anything you can find about this guy? We’re going to take on our light phallites tomorrow, after that you guys can get started.”

I nodded as a shot of sexual tension ran through all of us. I think we all knew the next night would be hot, wet, and intense.

That night I took a shower and as I dried off I looked myself over in the mirror. I hadn’t grown any more body hair, and I also seemed to have stopped growing facial hair. The only hair I still had was on top of my head – and that was thicker than ever. I figured I needed to get a haircut soon.

I looked at my face. Something looked off, but I couldn’t put a finger on it. I just felt like my features had softened a little, but I was hard pressed to name something that looked different.

I gave my cock a couple of strokes, teasing out a few streamers of slime, then turned around and looked at my ass in the mirror, pulling my ass cheeks apart and considering my asshole hovering above my balls and cock. It looked just like Clementina’s, Ona’s and my mom’s. Perfect, pink, puckered. I used my fingers to pull my sphincter open, revealing the same pink crumpled flesh like the ladies.

“I’d fuck that in a heartbeat,” I whispered. I thought of the oversized dildos Clementina and Ona had bought. I could imagine coating one with slime, leaning over and Clementina sliding it inside my asshole. I was sure I was just as deep as the ladies were, and that I could take my own cock inside. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine. I was sure Clementina would leap at the chance to slide a latex cock up my ass.

I coated a couple fingers with slime and reached around, sliding them inside as far as they would go. I moaned. It felt fucking awesome.

I turned back around to face the mirror and inspected my body. Again, like with my face, something struck me as slightly off but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I chalked it up to being over tired from all the work we have been doing and shrugged. I raised my hands in the air and turned completely around. As I came around and caught my body from the side I spotted something else that was off.

You couldn’t see it looking from the front, but if you looked at my chest from the side it looked like there might be a little bit of a man-boob forming. I didn’t have a lot of fat on my body, definitely not enough to have extra chest flesh.

Alura had cupped my chest and sucked my nipples like they were real. Something was happening to my body. I was now sure of it. My facial structure, my body, my ass, my chest, my hair. Everything.

I squeezed the little mound of flesh that now barely raised above my rib cage, pinching the nipple. Nothing came out, but the nipple hardened and stuck out, long and erect. I tried the other, same effect. I looked at myself in the mirror again. The stimulation had made the little mounds stand out more. It wasn’t my imagination.

What the fuck? Alura had said to cast aside my preconceived notions of boy and girl.

I shook my head. I was overthinking things. Olympia had changed our diet some, and I was probably just gaining a little weight. That’s all. Jeez, dude, relax.

I turned my thoughts to what was coming the next day. I sat down on the bed, leaning against the wall. Olympia, Athena, and Demeter would get light phallites. Nobody expected to get anything done tomorrow. The expectation was a day of sexual release and bonding.

Though she was downstairs from me, I could feel the energy emanating from my mother, my symbiote. She was just as energized as I was. I wanted to go to her, and I knew she wanted me to come to her, but I held back. We all held back. The house was silent but the energy was palpable, the walls practically throbbed with desire.

I reached down and pulled my now erect monster cock upwards, pulling it against my chest. I had done this before, but now it seemed to go higher up my chest, closer to my chin. I climbed out of bed and grabbed a ruler from my desk. Sixteen inches, I had added an inch.

I sat back down on my bed, pulling my cock against my body again. Up until now I had resisted the idea of reaching down and sucking myself off, considering I was rooming with a houseful of women who were just as sex-driven as I was. But now, for the first time, I leaned over and ran my tongue over the tip, teasing my own head. It felt incredible. I pulled the head and the first three or four inches into my mouth. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body and slime trickled from the tip and oozed from my ass.

I cleared my mind, trying to think of anything but sex. Finally I lay down and somehow fell asleep almost immediately. I slept well except for a few dreams of Olympia. In my dreams she stood before me, her body the typical phallite female body – pendulous milky breasts, big nipples, narrow waist, wide hips, fleshy labia. But instead of a clitoris, from the top of her slit a cock sprouted. It was over a foot long, just like mine, and in my dream I bent down on all fours, allowing her to slide her slick meat into my slimy pink asshole and fill it up with slime and jizz until it trickled out and ran down across my balls and hard cock. I looked down on myself in my dream and suddenly my body was replaced with a women’s phallite body, except instead of a vagina, labia, and clitoris, my cock and balls were still in tact. In the dream, Athena and Demeter sucked me off while their mother worked her cock in and out of my ass.

I awoke the next morning with my sheets soaked in slime and sweat.

Nobody said much that morning. The repressed sexual tension was painfully thick. We went out to the nexus and the three ladies brought back their bonded light phallites.

Demeter and Athena went first. The process of changing took usually a half hour and was mostly pleasurable, though the final “slime purge” at the very end – where a ton of slime is flushed through and then from your body along with all your biological waste products – can be a little disconcerting. So the process usually ends with a long trip to the bathroom, followed by a shower. But when you come out, you are transformed – and usually pretty horny.

The twins had no issues. They emerged with typical phallite bodies – large bust, broad nipples, narrow waist, wide hips, thick labia, and a perfect pink asshole.

When it came to Olympia’s turn, things also went relatively well. When we finally heard the shower running in the bathroom everyone took a deep breath. We were all waiting for her – the last one to change – before the sexual tension was released. By this point, the rest of us were skinny dipping in the pool, taking turns to go inside every ten minutes or so to check on Olympia. None of us had gotten too close to anyone else in the pool – almost as if we were afraid if we got too close we might get too tempted.

Finally the door opened and Olympia came out. She was nude except for a bath towel wrapped around her waist. She looked gorgeous. She walked to the edge of the pool and looked down at all of us, but didn’t say anything.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded, then slowly lowered the towel. Everyone gasped.

She had the typical phallite body – except for one thing. When I saw it, I remembered my dream from the previous night – the dream where I was getting fucked by Olympia.

Olympia stood in front of us with a cock instead of a clitoris. Everything else about her was typical phallite female, including her labia, except for that one point.

I looked up at Olympia’s face. She was smiling.

“I…take it you’re pleased?” Athena asked.

Olympia nodded and began stroking her cock, bringing it to attention, slime dribbling from the tip. I hopped up on the side of the pool and stood next to her. Her cock was a bit smaller than mine. Ona measured Olympia’s cock at 15 inches – the size mine had been just a couple days before. Was I still adding length? Ona measured mine. 18 inches. A full foot and a half. I had added two inches just from the previous night.

Everyone was looking at Olympia and I, and though I was happy for Olympia the thoughts of my dreams haunted me. I stared. In the dream, not only had Olympia had a cock, but I had a mostly female phallite body except for having a cock and balls in place of a clit and vagina. Was that dream a premonition?

My dismay must have shown on my face.

“Are you okay?” my mom asked, moving towards the side of the pool where I was standing.

“Yes…I guess…” I stammered. “It’s just…” Before I could answer, Ona interrupted.

“You’re jealous!” she laughed, but I shook my head.

“No, that’s not it at all,” I said. “It’s just…” I trailed off.

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence. I looked around at the six other people. We had all been waiting for this moment all week. There was so much tension built up for this moment when Olympia and her daughters all had phallites and we would have a wild orgy. Except I was ruining it.

“What’s wrong?” my mother asked.

I took a deep breath and told them about the dream.

“…And now that Olympia has turned up with a cock,” I said finishing, “I just am left wondering if I’m next. Am I about to turn into a girl with a cock too?”

There was more silence, before finally Ona spoke up.

“You have a problem with female bodies?” she asked, with the hint of a sneer. “You seem to like to shove that cock of yours into female bodies as much as you can.”

“That’s not how he meant it!” Clementina snapped. “Just think how you would feel if it started looking like you might suddenly wake up with a mostly male body? Not just having different sex organs, but different secondary characteristics. Think about it. Your titties would be gone, your curves would be gone, you would start growing whiskers on your face, you might start going bald. People who choose to become another sex do so because they already belong in that sex, whereas Russel – if that is really what is happening – would be having that forced upon him.”

My mother climbed out of the pool and gave me a hug. The fact that I was bringing everyone down at a time that should have been joyful made me feel even worse.

“In your dream, you still had that cock, right?” she asked. I nodded.

“And you still liked women, right?” Again, I nodded.

She moved back and made a sweeping gesture to the pool behind her. “You have six hot women who all want a piece of that cock of yours, including one hot woman with a cock like you. I don’t think your having tits or not is going to change the fact that they want that meat of yours inside them. So no matter where your journey takes you, you always have a place – and eighteen holes – to call home.” She smiled and hugged me again.

When my mom disengaged, Olympia put her arm around my shoulder.

“No matter how big my cock gets, you’ll always be alpha,” she said, and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ve been waiting all week to be able to take that meat of yours inside me. Cock or no cock, I want to be first in line.” She knelt down on a lounge beside the pool and pointed her ass in my direction.

Demeter and Athena had climbed out of the pool and moved to stand on either side of me, their arms around my waist, their milk-filled breasts pressed against my side. They each kissed me on the cheek and gave me words of encouragement. They then reached out and began stroking my cock, which had lost some of its tone during the discussion. Slipping their hands between their thighs, they worked some of their own slime in, mixing it with mine as they stroked.

“Fuck my mom,” said Athena. She moved in front of Olympia and lay down on the lounge, spreading her legs in front of her mother’s face.

“Athena, I don’t…” Olympia started, but Athena put a finger to her lips.

“You’ve known about Demeter and I and our secret “twin thing” our entire lives, and you’ve never said anything to us,” Athena said. “You’ve let us be who we are. But it’s time to be who you are. We know you’ve secretly watched us and masturbated. We know you’ve always wanted to join us. Now is the time for all of us to put our secrets aside.”

She pushed her mother’s head down between her legs. Olympia stopped hesitating.

I moved behind Olympia.

“Ass or pussy?” I asked.

“Ass,” Olympia replied without any hesitation as she surrendered to her daughters. She sucked on Athena’s meaty lobes and slid three finger’s into her daughter’s pink puckered gaping ass.

Demeter moved beside Olympia and slipped two fingers from each hand into her mother’s slimy, gaping asshole and two others into her slit. She pulled them both open wider, stretching them and revealing the deep, wet caverns inside. Slime gushed from both and a small dome of pink crumpled flesh slipped out of Olympia’s ass. Demeter bent down and licked her mother’s asshole and fleshy mound, sucking slime from the hole in the center and pulling the tissue and sheath out even further, then ran her tongue down the open slit beneath. I shot another load of slime across Olympia’s ass and slipped inside, feeling her fresh, sweet, new asshole stretch and gape as I pushed my way deeper and deeper. Her muscles tightened as I slipped inside, forcing me to push harder and heightening the sensation.

I was in six inches, then nine, then approaching a foot.

“Oh my fucking god,” Olympia moaned, trying to keep her tongue engaged in her daughter’s pussy but continuously getting distracted by every millimeter I pushed deeper inside. At fifteen inches, she gasped and her back arched. Finally my entire foot-and-a-half was inside her ass. Slime sluiced around my cock and out her asshole.

Demeter pressed her lips against mine as I slowly, methodically fucked her mother, our tongues intertwined. I disengaged, then slipped down to suck on her breasts, teasing the long hard nipples with my tongue. I squeezed her milk-laden mounds, forcing out the sweet, intoxicating phallite milk and sucking greedily. Demeter leaned her head back as I worked, closing her eyes and moaning with each squeeze and suck. She coughed and a glob of slime slipped from her lips down her chin. With one hand she squeezed her breast, with the other, she stroked her labia and growing clitoris between her legs. More milk poured from her dark, wide brown nipples.

After a moment, she pulled back and knelt down beside her mother, reaching down and beginning to slowly stroke Olympia’s engorged cock that was beating against the lounge with every stroke I made into her asshole. Olympia moaned again as Demeter spit a load of slime on her cock and picked up her pace.

“Fuck me, don’t stop until I say to,” Olympia murmured.

Athena slid herself down the lounge until she was completely under her mother’s body, her mother’s cock sliding slickly across her stomach and between her tits, coated with the slime that gushed from the hole in the gaping head of Olympia’s cock. Her slime mixed with the milk flowing from their pendulous milk-engorged breasts, coating Athena’s stomach with a thick, slick, sticky layer of goo.

Athena lifted up her legs and pulled her thick, meaty labia apart, exposing her pink, deep pussy. Demeter stroked her mother’s cock and guided it into Athena’s snatch. Athena and Olympia embraced, and each stroke I made into Olympia’s ass drove her cock deeper into Athena’s waiting, slimy slit. Athena tightened her muscles, and as mother slipped from her pussy with each of my strokes, several inches of Athena’s vaginal sheath gripped her cock like a second skin.

Demeter positioned her ass directly in front of her mother, reaching around and stretching her own thick cheeks apart. Olympia pressed her lips against her daughter’s spread, pink anus and sucked, pulling out mouthful after mouthful of thick slime. She opened her mouth and trickled the clear goop into Athena’s open mouth as I continued to drive my meat in and out of Olympia’s ass. I leaned across Olympia’s body and used my thumbs to stretch Demeter’s asshole even wider. Pink flesh slipped out in a dome that Olympia licked and devoured lustily, sending even more slime down across Athena’s face as my strokes into Olympia’s ass drove her cock into her daughter’s snatch. Demeter moaned as her mother sucked everything she could out of her seemingly bottomless ass.

Olympia kept sucking Demeter’s ass and slowly a thin sheath began to slip outwards an inch or two. Olympia sucked the flesh into her mouth and slowly pulled her head back, stretching the pink tissue outwards from Demeter’s ass. Demeter moaned and slime gushed from her ass and her vagina as her mother pulled her flesh outwards.

I had been so focused on the twins and Olympia I had lost track of what Clementina, Ona, and my mom were doing. I looked around. All three had sat on lounges and were watching the show, rubbing themselves slowly and massaging their breasts, sending squirts of milk across their bodies. My mom had slipped her long tongue out and had the tip wrapped around her clit as she massaged her tits. She smiled and winked at me.

As I watched my mother and the sisters pleasure themselves, I glanced down at my own cock I was pistoning in and out of Olympia’s ass. With each pull backwards, her thick sheath of pink flesh slipped from her ass, gripping my cock. I pressed my hand around the sheath and began stroking my cock with her ass flesh. She moaned a loud “Oh God” and arched her back as I masturbated with her flesh while watching my mother pleasure herself. I pulled my cock out even further, stretching her flesh even longer so I could stroke more of my meat, extending her sheath nearly a foot outwards from her body. My mother watched this display and her motions increased to an almost frantic pace.

“Further,” Olympia moaned. “Stretch it until I tell you to stop.”

Still gripping the pink flesh I pulled my entire foot-and-a-half cock free from the sphincter. Her pink asshole still gaped open around the flesh of the sheath as I continued to pull backwards, stretching her out almost two feet. The sheath was translucent, and I could see my cock head, and her slime and my slime mingling inside the tunnel. I slipped my cock free and pulled the end of the sheath up to my mouth, sucking the slime from her ass through the long pink fleshy tunnel.

I moved the flesh back down to the end of my cock and began stroking my meat with it again, sending still more slime gushing down it.

“Oh, God,” Olympia moaned. “Just fuck me. Make me come.”

I let go of the sheath and drove my meat and her flesh all the way back into Olympia’s body. That was the last straw for her, and Olympia’s asshole tightened as she came, a pulsating, rhythmic throb pouring great gobs of slime and semen into her daughter’s stretched, gaping vagina.

I felt her body slacken as she came. I leaned forward and put my chin on her shoulder.

“Sorry baby,” I whispered into Olympia’s ear. “If you’re going to have a phallite cock, once isn’t enough.”

I leaned back and pulling her upwards against my body. Her still ejaculating cock popped out of her daughter’s snatch with an audible sucking sound, leaving Athena’s pussy gaping and dribbling come and slime, several inches of pink sheath hanging out. Athena’s slime and her semen covered her thick meat. I reached around, stroking her cock with one hand and squeezing her breasts with the other. Semen and milk arced forward across Demeter and Athena. As I stroked and more juice flowed from her thick meaty head, her daughters knelt forward and began sucking and licking her cock, drinking up her jizz and bringing her cock back to attention.

Demeter opened her mouth and began sliding her lips down her mother’s cock. Slowly she slipped her mouth down inch after inch as Olympia’s slimy meat slid down her slick throat. I had my hand around the base of Olympia’s cock, feeling her surging back from the orgasm, her cock coming back to life as her daughter swallowed it deeper and deeper down her throat.

Olympia moaned.

My mother stood up and moved behind me. She put her lips on my ass and began sucking slime from me. She slid four fingers from each hand into my anus and stretched. I felt my flesh bow outwards and my mother’s lips tease the pink dome, her long tongue probing deeply into my ass.

After probing with her tongue, she pulled back and I felt her slip three, four, five fingers into my ass, finally pushing her entire fist past my pink phallite asshole. I moaned. She pushed deeper, letting her wrist and her forearm slid into my slimy orifice. When she was several inches past her wrist, she began pulling out, expanding her fingers as she did so. Against my will, I felt my muscles tighten, and my flesh sheathed her arm as it slipped out of my ass. My mother licked my pink anal sheath as I slid outwards, wrapped tight around her forearm and stretched fingers like a webbing. As she slipped her hand and arm out of the sheath, she sucked it into her mouth, sucking on the soft flesh and pulling it deep into her throat, slipping her tongue inside. It was unlike any sensation I had ever felt.

Meanwhile, Athena’s and Demeter’s work on Olympia’s cock was bringing her to another orgasm. Again, her ass tightened around my cock as she came. Her anal pulsations corresponded with my mother teasing my extended pink sheath with her tongue. I groaned. I felt my own balls tighten and knew I was getting close to coming.

I tried to edge, but then looked down at my cock that was half out of Olympia’s ass with her pink flesh sheathed around it. My own ass flesh was slipping deep into my mother’s throat and I couldn’t hold back any more. I drove my cock hard into Olympia’s ass – stretching my own sheath even further and sending a thick load of slime and jizz from my cock into her waiting ass as a fresh round of seed ripped from her cock all over her daughter’s faces.

I felt like my entire world was pouring out of my cock. There had been so much build up to this moment all week that the release was earth-shattering.

Suddenly a tingle shot up my spine, giving me a shiver. I recognized that sensation – it was the same tingle I had felt when I had initially taken on the light phallite and my body had began to change. I had also felt a tingle like that briefly when Alura and I had our cock-on-cock fuck.

I leaned back. My cock slowly slid free of Olympia’s asshole, her ass flesh clinging to it and sliding out of her asshole against my meat a few inches until it finally came loose and slipped back inside. My cock head popped free, sluicing slime and come across her asshole.

I felt woozy. Something was happening.

“Russel…” I heard my mother’s voice as if from far away. I sank into a nearby chair, my head in my hands, tingles shooting up and down my spine – and across my body. I shivered.

I felt my mother’s hands on my shoulder. I looked up at her.

“It’s okay,” I heard her say. “It’s all okay.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant. Of course it was okay. I tried to stand up but my weight felt off, like I had suddenly gained weight, or the weight I had had somehow shifted.

I rubbed my eyes. What the fuck was going on.

I looked down. My eyes grew wide. I stumbled inside to the bathroom mirror, my mother at my side. The person who looked back out at me had the features of a phallite female except for the large cock and balls hanging between their flared hips, coated with slime and come. Her face was just like mine except more finely featured and feminine, her breasts were large and milky, her waist narrow, her hips wide.

I looked down at my body. That person was me.

It was just like I had dreamed. It was exactly like I had fucking dreamed.

PART XV

My mother put her hands on my shoulders as I stared at my female body in the mirror – female except for the monster meat stick still hanging between my thighs. New sensations rolled through me, new feelings, new thoughts. What the fuck.

“Russel,” my mom said. “Are you okay?”

“Okay?” I said. “Okay? How the fuck am I okay? I have a woman’s body now. I’m still a straight man in a hot woman’s body. How can that be okay?””

I looked at my body again. Heavy breasts with high nipples atop wide aureoles stared back at me. I ran my hands across my breasts and gently pinched the nipples. A trickle of milk dripped from the tip as a new set of sensations rocked through me. I was turned on watching my mirror image squeeze her nipples. My mirror image’s cock rose. I pulled a breast to my lips with one hand, and stroked my cock with the other, all while watching myself in the mirror.

I was fucking hot.

My mom had stepped back and was watching me come to terms with my own new body. After a moment of sucking and stroking I stopped and met her eyes in the reflection.

“Whoa,” I whispered.

“Whoa,” she said back.

“But,” I said, letting go of myself and turning to her, “we have to destroy the phallites. Look at what they did to me. Look at what the did to you, to the others. We don’t know what other surprises there are. We have to get rid of them once and for all before they destroy us – or humans use them to destroy themselves.”

Before she could reply I pushed past my mother out of the bathroom. I didn’t even bother to get dressed. I just went up to the barn, grabbed a rake and some plastic bags, and headed down into the nexus. The wood chipper had been good enough for the dark phallites, it would be good enough for the light phallites too.

I was starting to herd the little fuckers in the slime into the plastic bag when my mother, Olympia, Clementina, and the rest of the crew appeared on the steps from the barn.

“Russel, what are you doing?” Clementina asked, stepping down into the slime.

“These things are dangerous,” I said. “We can’t lie to ourselves any more. Look at me. Look at yourselves. The phallites – all phallites – must die. And if that means I die when my phallite dies, then I’m willing to die if I must to save humanity. And after we kill all of these little monsters we go take care of that tentacled bitch in the other room.”

I pushed a couple of phallites into a plastic bag. The phallites thought I was playing a game and squirmed around happily, trying to figure out the rules.

Clementina put a hand on my arm and pulled the rake from my hands. Olympia stood beside her.

“You can’t do this,” Olympia said. “We don’t know enough about them to know whether they pose a real existential threat to the species. And as a scientist I want to know what makes them tick, I want to know how they cause these dramatic biological changes, I want to know how they trigger their host’s bodies to regenerate and slow aging. We could have the cure for cancer swimming at our feet. We may be able to eliminate aging, heart disease, dementia. Think about it.”

I shook my head.

“You sound like the misguided villain in every thriller every written,” I said, “who starts out with good intentions but ends up leaving a trail of bloodshed. Now get out of my way, these slimy little fuckers are going into the wood chipper like their brethren.”

“No phallites are going into the chipper,” Clementina said. I ignored her, pushing another three 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 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. I took a deep breath, then flicked my tongue across the tip, licking some of her slime away and pulling it towards my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked. When I looked up, I could see Olympia looking down at me past her mountainous milk-engorged tits, smiling.

I sucked harder, pulling a load of slime from inside her pulsating cock, then drooling it out across my chin, tits, and cock. I pulled her cock free, then pushed it down between my milk-laden breasts, next to my own throbbing erection, pushing my long, wide nipples together and burying both of our members in my fleshy mounds. I flicked my tongue across the tips, teasing out more slime that ran down, coating my tits and both of our cocks with Olympia’s juices.

I looked up at Olympia. She massaged her own milky tits and sent streamers of intoxicating phallite milk down across my face, then opened her mouth and mixed her slime in with it. I opened my own mouth and drank greedily, sucking her sweet milk and slime down.

Finally, I realized it was time for the inevitable. I turned around, bent down and pointed my ass at her. A fresh load of slime trickled from my anus and ran down my balls and cock as I stroked my almost-two-foot meat. I pushed my pink anal flesh outwards, gaping my ass and forming a slimy dome with my anal sheath hanging out from the center.

“Go slow,” I said. “But give me everything you got.”

Olympia stroked her eighteen inches and slathered the slime from the tip across her shaft. I reached back and stretched my asshole as wide as I could. More pink flesh pushed from my asshole. The sensation was amazing.

Olympia slid the tip of her cock inside me and I gasped. Against my will my muscles tightened, gripping her cock as she slid it deeper inside me, making the sensation even more intense. Slime slithered from my cock and asshole and milk squirted from my breasts. I gagged as slime rose in my throat.

Inch after inch of Olympia’s cock slid into my waiting asshole, sliding deeper and deeper inside. Every inch was a new level of ecstasy. I felt sensations I never even knew existed.

Finally, after an eternity, Olympia’s stomach bumped up against my ass. She was all the way in.

“Are you okay,” she asked.

“Wow, fuck yeah,” I said. “I could take more if you had it. Now get busy. Fuck me.”

Athena pulled my shoulders upwards, forcing Olympia’s cock against the front of my abdomen, creating a distension bump. I moaned. Athena bent down and sucked at one of my long, hard nipples. My mother latched her lips onto the other, first sucking, then squeezing it with her fingers, sending my phallite milk squirting into her mouth.

My mother grabbed my hard, pulsating cock and pushed it up against my body, wedging it into my cleavage and pressing it against the distension caused by Olympia’s cock inside my ass. My mother pressed herself against me, pushing our tits together, squeezing my cock between our milk-engorged mounds. Slime poured from the tip, gushing across our chests and splashing all the way up to my face.

“Harder,” I egged Olympia on. “Fuck me hard.”

She complied, ramming her cock into my pink, stretched, sliming asshole. The ecstasy was exquisite. I kissed my mother on the mouth and she and I swapped slime between us, pulling back and letting long streamers trickle down across our perfectly matched breasts. Every inch Olympia pistoned into and out of me I moaned. I felt my ass flesh cling against her meat as she pulled out and pushed back in, sliding like a sheath against her purple cock. I closed my eyes as Athena and my mother devoured my breasts. I was lost in an experience I had never imagined.

Olympia pulled back and held my sheath against her pulsating cock, slipping my pink flesh out behind me. Slowly she pulled her shaft all the way out, stretching my sheath a couple of feet behind me. She stroked her cock with my flesh, masturbating with my sheath, sending waves of pleasure up and down my spine.

Demeter and Athena knelt down beside their mother and licked her cock that was wrapped in my sheath. Demeter traced the sheath back to my asshole. She and Clementina licked and teased my sphincter, using their fingers to gape it even wider, pulling out still more of my ass flesh in a pulsating pink mountain. Athena and Ona continued to suck on Olympia’s cock still wrapped in my sheath.

My mother knelt down in front of me and began licking and sucking my cock that was gushing slime even as my tits gushed milk. She ran her tongue up and down the underside, teasing and flicking just under the helmet, then wrapped her lips around it and slid her wet slimy mouth down the shaft deeply.

Behind me, Olympia let go of my sheath and it slipped back into my body. Olympia spread my ass cheeks and rammed her cock back in hard enough to make me groan, sending squirts of slime out of my ass around her meat.

Slowly I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was near. Still, Olympia ground in and out of my ass, her milky breasts bumping against my back with each stroke. I pulled my mother to me and kissed her. She slipped her long tongue into my mouth, down my throat. Her tongue was thick, slimy. It filled my mouth, my throat, and beyond. Somewhere, deep inside me, it felt almost as if my mom’s tongue and Olympia’s cock were bumping into each other, as if I was being run completely through. That couldn’t be real – or could it?

I turned my mother around and pushed her forward, stretching her ass and pushing my cock all the way inside her, pumping several times until I felt her sheath gripping me, then I slid out, pulling my cock all the way out and lifting it up between my milky tits, stretching her sheath two or three feet outside her gaping pink asshole.

Demeter came around and knelt above my mother, leaning her pussy against my mother’s ass. I pressed my mother’s sheath close around my cock and slid my 21 inch cock and almost two feet of my mother’s sheath still around it deep into Demeter’s ass. More sheath sluiced from my mom’s asshole as I forced my way into Demeter’s slimy orifice. I had my mother’s sheath tight around my cock as I felt Demeter’s ass tighten. Pulling out, I had both sheaths wrapped around my thick cock. Athena appeared beside me and began stroking my cock with the two sheaths.

Suddenly, Olympia came into me, her hot semen rocketing deep into my asshole. My balls squeezed and my own orgasm took over. Olympia was still unloading her slime and come into me even as I dumped buckets of my own semen down my mother’s asshole through her sheath.

I shook and rocked with the orgasm, a seemingly bottomless load pouring from the gaping end of my cock even as slime and Olympia’s semen poured around her cock out of my asshole. I groaned as she pulled out, my asshole gaping and gushing out more juice, pink flesh hovering around my pink sphincter, my sheath hanging out several inches. I didn’t even try to close my asshole, letting it hang wide open, pink flesh and long sheath hanging out. Athena popped my cock free of my mother’s and Demeter’s sheaths, and I fell into my mother’s arms as we kissed, our bodies covered in slime, milk, and semen – my mother’s sheath still hanging a foot out of her ass.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in deep, loving ecstasy. The seven of us explored each other’s bodies in ways we had never known, taking turns at being the center of attention as we came and came and came some more.

I no longer was sure who Russel had been, but I was becoming more and more sure who Roshelle was going to be.

Before going to bed, we had a short planning session as we lounged in the pool near midnight. The next morning, after they were x-rayed and ultrasounded, Athena and Demeter were to go to the attic store room above the main part of the house and start going through some of the newly-discovered material to see what they could learn about Shirley Franklin, the only male phallite-carrier who hadn’t died when his phallite died. My mother, Clementina, and I were going to go shopping to get me started on a new wardrobe. Ona was going to help Olympia in the lab.

We re-formed as a group for a late lunch around 2:00 in the afternoon. Demeter and Athena filled us in on their efforts.

“We only got through two boxes,” Athena said. “There is so much stuff there, so many journals and photos, it takes time to go through them, and sometimes we had to backtrack when someone would appear in one photo with Franklin and we would go back because we had seen photos of that person previously. It was tedious work, but here’s what we have so far.”

She pulled out a pile of several photos and laid the first one on the kitchen table and we all crowded around.

The photo showed Franklin, in his typical heavy overcoat and ponytail, standing with a woman. She wore a checkered dress but it failed to hide her obviously phallite features. Her hair was dark and there was a definite resemblence 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 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 sound of stone-on-stone grinding and Clementina’s voice came echoing down the hallway.

“The next door just opened!” she called.

We scrambled back down the hallway to the nexus. The next cubby in line had now slid back, revealing another stone hallway going back into darkness. There was no light switch but at the end of the hallway, probably fifty feet in the distance, we could see a glow coming from a doorway on the left.

The tunnel was raised a bit above the level of the nexus floor to prevent the slime from trickling in. So we hopped up onto the tunnel floor and started slowly down the dark tunnel, Clementina and Athena carrying electric torches.

The tunnel was just like the tunnel leading down to the tentacle chamber. As we approached the end, we extinguished the lights, creeping towards the large open archway on the left through which a light glowed.

Slowly, carefully, we peeked into the chamber.

The chamber was large and round, similar to the tentacle chamber. It was lit by some kind of organic glow not unlike the pink light in the nexus. The was another arched door at the opposite side leading back into some other chambers. The floor of the room slanted slightly downward to a large pool of clear blue water in the center.

Sitting at the edge of the pool was … something … someone … who turned and stood when she heard us enter.

She stood at least seven feet tall. Her skin was dark blue, her hair was white. From her forehead two curved rams horns sprouted and curved around beside her head. Huge, firm, phallite-like breasts jutted forward, the high, upward thrusting nipples were cream-colored. Her waist was narrow above hips that flared widely, like a phallite-carrier.

But below her waist, between her legs, hung a big cock – about the size of my own – and it seemed to be coming to attention. And below her knees, her legs ended in hooves.

She stood and looked at the four of us, then smiled.

“I knew you would come back eventually.”

I recognized the face. Without the horns she was the large amazon-like woman in the photos with Franklin. And come to think of it, Alura was almost identical to her…

PART XVI

Silence reined in the chamber for a moment, then I finally found my voice.

“Come back eventually?” I said. “I’ve never been here and I’m pretty sure none of us have ever been here before.”

The woman before us was blue-skinned with nearly blindingly white hair. She had phallite curves – large heavy breasts, wide and long (but cream-colored) nipples, narrow waist, flared hips. She had two curved cream-colored ram’s horns sprouting from her forehead and wrapping around the sides of her head like Princess Leia’s hair buns. Below her knees her calves tapered to fur-covered, massive hooves instead of feet. But between her legs hung a really big cock – like mine – that was starting to rise to attention, dribbling a thin thread of slime from the gaped aperture at the tip. In a lot of ways, she looked a lot like a blue-skinned, hooved, horned, blue version of myself.

“You’ve been here before, and you will keep coming back again and again until you find your way,” she said. “You’ve been here many, many times, for hundreds of years.”

I thought of the pictures we had seen and was about to speak up when Clementina interrupted.

“You’re talking in riddles,” she said.

“Sorry,” the creature said, seeming to soften some. She gently bowed. “I’m Makala. I am the spirit of the caverns. I’ve been here for a long time, and I have been trapped since you were last here, so I forget my manners. Please forgive me.”

We all introduced ourselves, then she smiled and gestured to the stone step that ringed the pool, indicating us to sit.

“As I said,” she continued once we were seated around the pool. “I am Makala, I am a cave spirit, the spirit of the caverns. I live here. I normally can also traveled in human form outside the cave, but I have been trapped here since the last time you – your former selves – came here.”

“Our former selves?” Clementina asked.

“The caves are a circle, and you will continue to come back again and again until you get it right,” she said. “I can’t tell you more until you find the key and unlock the lock.”

“This again…” Ona said, but I shushed her.

“We met another spirit in the cave,” I said. “Alura. She said we needed to find the lock and the key as well. Can you help us figure out what that is?”

“Alura is the guardian of the six,” Makala said. Her eyes got distant. “Alura is my love, but until you find the key and unlock the lock, we are both trapped here away from each other.”

“How long have you been trapped, unable to leave, unable to see your lover?” my mom asked.

“How can we count time clearly when we can’t see the passing of the sun and moon overhead?” Makala said.

“We have some old photographs of a woman in a robe who looked a lot like you,” my mom added. “They are about a hundred years old, give or take.”

“Then you have your answer,” Makala said.

“We are trying to understand what is going on in the caves,” I said. “Trying to understand it but it is confusing. Can you help us?”

“Yes,” Makala said. “I can. But first you need to find the key. The first step is always for me to prophesize.”

“Prophesize?” I asked.

“Yes, prophesize,” she said, standing up. “But I need something from you in order to prophesize.”

“What do you need?” I asked.

Makala stood, then reached out her hand and pulled me to my feet. Her beautiful blue skin and shiny white hair almost glowed in the soft light of the chamber. Our bodies were only inches apart.

“You say it has been a hundred years, so I haven’t had a cock in a century,” she said. “I’m not prophesizing anything until I get rid of a century of frustration. One thing about cave spirits, we love to have a good time.”

Makala pulled me towards her. She stood almost a foot taller than me, her long white hair tumbling down across her back and her large, milky phallite-like breasts with their cream-colored nipples. Large cream ram horns curved back from her forehead. When she looked down at me, she looked so beautiful but unearthly I caught my breath.

She leaned down and kissed me.

I had never kissed a supernatural being before – actually come to think of it I had, that succubus, but this was the first time I did so knowingly and willingly. Her breath was damp and cool, like the caves she occupied, and had an earthy taste to it with the licorice undertones of the phallites. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. It was long and slick, reminding me of my mother’s. I intertwined with her tongue, then she tickled the back of my throat, sending a wave of slime into my mouth. She sucked it out then pulled back, trickling the thick globs down across our breasts.

I pulled back and moved my lips down to her breasts, pulling one of her cream-colored nipples into my mouth. Her creamy milk had the same earthy/licorice taste to it, though it was still sweet and intoxicating like all phallite lactation. I sucked greedily, stretching her long, hard nipple into my mouth and gulping down the liquid that practically gushed from it. Makala moaned and stroked her cock.

I stroked her cock as well. With a hundred years of pent up desire, it was already rock hard and almost two feet long. I pulled it up between my breasts and pulled my own hardening cock next to it, squeezing the two meat sticks between my breasts against Makala’s blue skinned body as I suckled at her rich milk, switching to the other breast when the trickle slowed.

When I had my fill, I let go of her still-trickling nipple and slowly slid my body upwards so that our tits were pressing against each other and the tips of our cocks sticking out above them. Both of our heads were purple and gaping, slime and pre-come gushed from the tips and mixed with the milk we both had running from our long, wide nipples. We rubbed together, stroking our cocks against each other’s cleavage. We squeezed our tits together, pressing the undersides of our cocks together. I felt my balls press against hers and the ribs in our cocks bump against each other as we rubbed them up and down, sending waves of pleasure through my body. We kissed again, and this time she pushed a thick wave of slime into my mouth and slid her tongue deep down my throat, triggering me to spit up a slimy glob of my own. Our slime ran out of our pressed lips, down our chins, and helped lubricate our cocks we were still tit-fucking together between our pressed breasts.

She reached a hand around and slipped two fingers into my already gaping asshole, pulling it wider. I felt a rose of pink flesh push outwards and my sheath slip a few inches free.

With her fingers still in my asshole, she slipped her lips down to my own milk-engorged phallite breasts. She sucked at one of my long, erect nipples for a moment, then switched the other, pulling mouthfuls of milk out of me. She swallowed some, others she trickled down across her own breasts and our pulsating cocks, teasing the tip of mine as she did so. She pulled my cock up between my breasts and ran her finger up the underside, pushing out a load of slime that ran down my chest to mix with the milk that was already covering my tits. She licked the head of my cock, then one nipple, then the other, sending waves of pleasure cascading through me and fresh loads of phallite slime gushing from my mouth, my cock, and my ass.

“I want that cock inside me,” Makala finally whispered to me. She turned around and looked at the other six women in the room, then pointed to Clementina. “And I want my cock inside her.”

Clementina smiled and approached Makala. The cave spirit pulled back from me and turned to Clementina. The two kissed, Makala’s blue skin pressing against Clementina’s light flesh. Their bodies pressed together as more milk trickled from their breasts and slime gushed from Makala’s cock. Clementina pulled Makala’s cock to her mouth and pulled at the tip. More slime slipped from the cave spirit’s meat as Clementina ran her hands up and down the long, thick shaft and teased the tip.

“Where do you want my cock?” Makala asked Clementina.

“You say you’ve been around phallites for centuries and yet you still have to ask?” Clementina said, turning and squatting down on all fours. She reached around with one of her hands and slipped four fingers into her asshole, pulling it upwards and stretching the pink hole. Her sheath poked out a couple of inches in a pink rose, gushing slime down her slit and her thighs.

“I was being polite,” Makala said, then playfully slapped Clementina’s thick hips. She hovered her cock over Clementina’s ass, stroking out slime and pre-come and trickling it across Clementina’s sretched, gaping pink asshole. She lightly touched the flesh with the tip.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, stroking my own cock and getting ready to drive my own meat into Makala’s asshole once she was inside Clementina.

“It’s been so long,” Makala said. “I’m just savoring the moment.”

While I let Makala have her moment of reflection, I glanced around the room. Olympia was still sitting on the stone steps, but her cock was out and fully erect, trickling slime from the tip. Her platinum goth twin daughters, Demeter and Athena, were on on either side of her, tag-teaming their mother’s pulsating purple erection, sucking the slime and pre-come from the head, licking the shaft. and taking turns swallowing their mothers thick fifteen inches down their throat. Below her cock, Olympia’s pussy gaped between her thick meaty labia, and below that, her wide open pink asshole trickled slime.

Ona was on all fours behind Athena, sucking, licking, and stretching her pink, open asshole.

My mom moved to stand behind me. She ran her tongue down my back and pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my own pink, waiting asshole. She slid three fingers from each hand inside my ass and pulled them apart, then planted her lips in my pink sphincter, sucking out a mouthful of slime, swallowing it, then sucking out more. Shivers of pleasure rocked through my body as I felt my flesh and my sheath slip a few more inches out of my asshole. My mother pulled my sheath into her mouth, sucking it deep down her throat, then pulled back. Two feet of pink phallite sheath slipped out of my asshole, along with a wave of fresh slime. I moaned.

Makala, coming back from her moment of reflection. finally reached out her blue fingers, pulled Clementina’s thick cheeks apart and slipped her fat cock inside the waiting, slimy ass. Slime slipped from Clementina’s ass as Makala pushed her cock deeper and deeper, finally her balls came to rest on Clementina’s thick lobes.

Makala looked back at me and nodded. I stroked my cock several times, bringing my almost two feet of meat to full attention, then pulled the cave spirit’s cheeks apart, exposing a pretty cream-colored asshole. Like a phallite asshole, it gaped open, pressing flesh and a sheath outwards. I reached down, sucked at her sheath, pulling a few inches into my mouth. Makala moaned.

“Please get inside me…please…now…just slide right in,” she crooned. “I’m a cave spirit. My secret places are always deep and wet.”

I squirted slime from my cock down her cream-colored cavern, and teased her sheath with the tip. Makala begged me to fuck her. I finally slipped the tip of my cock inside. She groaned and her body quivered as she felt the first cock inside her in a century. Her cock shook inside Clementina, who moaned. I slid inch by inch into this beautifully bewitching, horned, hooved, blue-skinned, white-haired cave spirit, her moaning and whimpering all the way. Her slime and my slime mixed together and trickled down my balls. Finally I was all the way in. I reached around and could feel my cock against her stomach, and could feel her cock inside Clementina.

I began slipping in and out of the cave spirit, slowly at first, then with increased urgency. My motion rocked Makala back and forth, pushing her cock, in turn, in and out of Clementina, who was moaning. I pistoned my cock in the spirit’s ass, then slid back as her muscles tightened, pulling her sheath out of her body, gripping my cock. I grabbed the sheath and slid all the way out, pulling my sheathed cock completely out of her body. Her sheath was pearly cream-colored and I could see her slime and mine mixing inside. I stroked my cock with her extended flesh as she moaned, begging me to either stroke faster or get back inside her.

I slipped her sheath from my cock, pulling it up to my mouth and sucking the globs of slime and my pre-come that filled it, swallowing some and letting the rest trickle down my breasts. I let her sheath go and it slipped most of the way back into her pearly gaping asshole. My cock followed it as I rammed my almost two feet of meat back inside her begging anus.

My mother still stood behind me. She ran her hands down my back, then slipped three fingers into my own pink, sliming asshole, moving along with my body motions as I rocked in and out of Makala. She licked my milk-filled breasts, squeezing the nipples and sucking the milk from their long brown tips. I moaned in pleasure.

I increased my pace, ripping in and out of the cream-colored asshole of the cave spirit, her sheath gripping my cock with each stroke. Makala moaned and leaned forward, grabbing Clementina’s breasts and squeezing out a stream of milk.

My slimy, hairless balls knocked against the cave spirit’s slimy hairless balls as I pushed in and out of her asshole. She tightened her muscles and made me work for every inch. I pushed all the way in and held it. My balls rested against hers and I felt hers tighten then begin to throb as she poured her load into Clementina’s waiting ass. Come and slime pulsed from around her cock and out of Clementina’s ass, coating both Makala’s and my own balls. Makala’s ass muscles pulsed in time with her orgasm, teasing my cock. I felt my own balls begin to tighten as a fresh load of slime poured out of my ass. I was close to coming.

My mother bent down behind me, pulled my cheeks apart and sucking on my asshole. She sucked slime out into her mouth, running down her chin and across her large, milky, phallite breasts. She ran her tongue down my balls and licked around them, teasing the base of my cock and the edges of the cave spirit’s gaping, slimy asshole. Then, returning her lips to my own pink ass, she sucked hard, pulling my own sheath from my asshole. Biting it gently, she stretched it up between her breasts and tit-fucked my sheath, pulling it up and down with her mouth, slime and milk coating my flesh.

The sensations were more than I could take. My balls contracted and I shot my thick seed into the cave spirits waiting cavern. Pulse after pulse of come poured from my cock into Makala’s deep, gaping asshole, and as more of the spirit’s own seed ripped from her cock into Clementina.

As my climax slowed, I pulled out of Makala’s ass, dribbing slime and semen across her ass and balls. She slipped out of Clementina’s anus and the three of us plus my mom hugged and embraced as the orgasms ebbed. On the steps beside the pool, Ona, Olympia, and the twins were recovering from their lovemaking.

“That’s better,” Makala said, smiling. She gave me a final kiss then stood up. “It is time to prophesize for you.”

“What, exactly, are you going to prophesize?” I asked. “Are you going to tell us our future?”

“I will tell you your past, and who you are.”

“What about opening that lock and key?”

“That too,” she said. “Let’s get started. First I need the seed of the one. Thanks to you I have a nice big load of that ready to go.” She winked at me.

She went to a large wood chest that stood against the wall and dug out a small bowl. She put the bowl on the floor and squatted, hovering her asshole over it, then reaching down and stretching her cheeks apart and gaping her ass. A thick rope of slime and my seed gushed from her cream colored orifice into the bowl. She pulled her asshole wider with her fingers and squeezed her abdomen muscles, pushing more out, slithering from her ass into the wooden container.

Still not satisfied with what she had extracted, she turned around and pointed her perfect pearly asshole at us. I realized for the first time that Makala had the same exhibitionist streak that Ona had. She hovered her asshole over the bowl, arched her back, and slipped her entire hand into her ass, pushing her forearm deep inside. After a moment she slowly began to withdraw her arm, her cream-colored sheath gripping her forearm as she pulled out, extending six inches outside her ass. When her hand finally popped free of her sheath a huge glob of my come came with it, filling the bowl about two-thirds full of my semen and our combined slime. She ran her hand along her sheath, squeezing out a few final droplets.

“That should be sufficient,’ Makala said, licking the slime and come from her hand with a long tongue similar to my mother’s. She went back to the crate, several inches of slimy, come-soaked flesh still hanging from her ass like a tail behind her balls. She took out a couple of small cloth bags and mixed some ingredients into the bowl with my juice, added some water, and stirred. The final mixture was a pale purple.

She seated herself in a stone throne that sat along the far wall, lifted the mixture to her mouth, and drank it down. A thick thread of the pale violet semen potion trickled down her chin and dripped off, running down the deep cleavage between her milk-laden breasts. Her cock, which was still slick with her semen, my semen, and Clementina’s slime, slowly rose back to attention, pointing outwards and upwards so the tip hovered just beyond the end of her long, cream-colored nipples. Beneath the base of her cock, her balls rested atop several inches of sheath that still was sticking out of her ass.

She set the cup aside and crossed her arms under her breasts, pulling her erect cock in between them, the head sticking out from between the squeezed cleavage. A pulse of slime and semen emerged from the tip, slithering across the front of her breasts, mixing with a trickle of milk from her high, wide cream-colored nipples.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

A light mist infused the chamber, drifting down from the high, domed ceiling.

She lowered her face and opened her eyes, I gasped. They had become grey, swirling pools, like the mist that was slowly filling the room. Her cock still slowly pulsed a light mixture of semen and slime across her breasts.

She turned her face to me, then to my mother.

“You are the one,” she said to me. “And you are the six. The one is the one and the six is the six. The one is eternal. The six is more than eternal. Without the six there can be no one. Without the one the six can not be. The one is the hero but the six is the mother-goddess. Together, you are the seven. The door to the seven will be yours when you unlock the lock.”

Turning to Clementina, she said “You are the consort, you are the power. You are without number, because without you the one can not be the one.”

She looked to Ona.

“You are the other mother. You are the loving, caring, giving, selfless mother yet you are also also the gaping, slathering, selfish sucking whore. You are without number because your progeny will be without number.”

She turned to Olympia. “You are two. You are the merging of two parts into one. Together with the one you can become the three. The door to the three is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the seven.”

She turned to Athena and Demeter. “You are the alchemists. You are two, but you are not the two. With your two and the two and the one you become the five. The door to the five is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the three.”

She turned back to me. “You are the one. The door of the one is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the five.”

She closed her eyes. “The door of the one and the door of the three and the door of the five and the door of the seven do not unlock the door of the seventeen, but I can not see that far ahead. You have tried before and have never made it that far. Your own greed and desire have pushed you from the path. Your fate – and the fate of countless others – is in your hands yet again. Do not fail again, for there are not limitless attempts.”

There was silence. The mist filled the room. I decided to try asking a question.

“What do you mean when you say the fate of countless others is on our hands?” I asked.

Makala took a deep breath, sending a fresh wave of slime and come from the tip of her cock cascading across her engorged breasts. “Humanity has disconnected from the source. Your chance to bring your species back from the brink lies beneath us. You have tried before and failed. The time for your people runs short. Your inability to listen to your own experts who warn you of the impending disaster means that this may be your last chance. Fall, and your people may fall with you. There may be another one, another chance, but there is at least a generation between attempts and the world may be laid waste if you fail and another generation passes.”

“Jesus…” Clementina murmured.

“What do we have to do?” I asked.

“Unlock the locks and the path will become clear.”

“What is the first lock?”

“The door of the seven.”

“And how do we unlock that lock?”

“I will show you, but first ask me any further questions you may have – quickly before the potion wears off.”

“How many others have tried?” Olympia asked.

“Three, four, five, I have lost count. But they are always you.”

“Will I die when my phallite dies?” I asked.

Makala’s head lolled forward. She slowly opened her eyes. She gray mist was gone from them.

“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 alimentary canal.” She hit a couple of buttons on a computer keyboard and several parts of the 3D model lit up on the screen.

“As we talked about the other day, the large intestines are rerouted by the phallites. Some additional sphincters are added to wall off the last turn of the colon and the sigmoid is then extended upwards well into the chest cavity, which is why we can take things so deeply. I call that extension of the colon the phallon, after the creatures that created it There are a bunch of additional slime organs wrapped around the phallon which flush out the entire passage after evacuation. That’s how it is kept clean. A second tunnel comes out of the vagina, bypassing the uterus, and connecting to the phallon almost at the very end, with sphincters in place to ensure nothing ends up in the wrong tube. You will notice the odd turn the vaginal phallon takes, which is why it is less pleasurable than the anus for deep penetration. Both the anal and vaginal phallons join at the very end in the chest cavity. I thought that was the logical end of both tunnels, but then I noticed one additional structure.”

She hit another button on the keyboard, and another organ lit up in the throat of the 3D model.

“There is another exit point for the phallons,” she said. “We now have a third opening in our throat that is normally held closed by a sphincter but that can open when aroused and when stimulated by an object entering the throat or pushing up from below.”

“I’m not a scientist,” I said when Olympia paused for a breathe. “So what are you trying to tell us? Is there a ‘for Dummies’ version of all this?”

“Perhaps a demonstration is in order,” Olympia said. “Ona and I tried this out this morning and it worked.” She nodded to Ona.

Ona, being Ona, couldn’t miss the chance for putting on a show. She slowly stripped out of her swimsuit and climbed on top of an examination table. Olympia handed her a two-foot-long double-headed flexible dildo. Ona graphically licked the toy from end to end, then slipped it into her mouth a few inches, teasing her throat and extracting large gobs of slime that stretched out from her mouth when she pulled the dong out. The slime slithered from her lips and ran across her heavy breasts. She licked the toy again, then slid it back down her throat.

This time, she didn’t stop until the entire toy had been pushed completely inside her throat. She opened her mouth to show us that the dildo had vanished.

Ona smiled and turned around, pointing her ass at us. She purred and stretched her cheeks, gaping her asshole and revealing the slimy pink flesh inside, her sheath pushing out a couple of inches.

Olympia took a large glob of slime that was dribbling from Ona’s ass and coated her hand and arm in it, then slipped her fingers inside Ona’s waiting sphincter. First it was just her fingers, then her entire hand, then her forearm, then her elbow. A few inches past her elbow, she stopped, paused, then slowly withdrew. Ona’s flesh gripped her arm as she pulled out, sliding out like a sheath several inches.

Olympia’s elbow appeared, then her forearm, and finally her hand, her fingers lightly gripping the end of the double-headed monster we had just seen Ona slide down her throat. When the far end of the dong popped free of her prolapsed sheath, Ona squeezed her asshole shut, sending fresh globs of slime sliding down her thick labia. She knelt and took the dildo in her hands, licking it end-to-end, before turning to the rest of us and smiling, gripping the toy between her breasts like she was about to tit-fuck it.

“Any questions?” she asked coquettishly.

The five of us who weren’t involved in the demonstration looked at each other.

“So can all of us do this?” Demeter asked. “Including Roshelle?”

“Yes,” Olympia replied. “All of our phallons connect into our throats.”

“So, given a big enough cock, we could go all the way through,” Athena said.

Olympia nodded. “I’d recommend going in anally the first time. Vaginally has some additional turns that could be uncomfortable until you are used to it.”

Another moment of silence grabbed the room, until I asked the question that I think was on everyone’s mind.

“So who’s going to ride that pink stalk downstairs?” I asked.

As expected, Ona’s hand shot up in the air…

PART XVII

I shook my head and looked at Ona.

“Of course you volunteered,” I said and smiled. “I wouldn’t have expected otherwise.”

It was getting late in the day and we were all pretty beat. We wandered back to the house, ordered delivery for dinner, and congregated, as often did, for an evening skinny dip. As we lounged around the pool, we mulled over Makala’s “prophecy”.

“So what was the order of doors again?” Demeter asked. “And who is what number?”

“I was the one,” I said. “My mother is the six and together my mother and I are the seven. The door to the seven is what that pink stalk thing will supposedly open. And Clementina doesn’t have a number but she’s my consort.”

Ona spoke up. “I remember I’m the other mother, whatever that means. I’m also a slut. I’m supposed to have progeny without number. I wonder if that means I finally get to be the white queen.”

“Right,” I said. “And Olympia was number two and with me together we become the three. Once we unlock the door of the seven we can unlock the door of the three.”

“Athena and I supposedly are alchemists,” Demeter said. “She said we were two, but not the two – that’s our mother. But once we unlock the door of three, we combine with our mother and with Roshelle to become the five and can unlock the door of the five”

“And that comes back to me, I am the one,” I said. “But in order to unlock the door of the one we have to unlock the door of the five.”

“That all adds up to sixteen,” Clementina said. “But she also talked about a door of the seventeen.”

“Yeah, but said she couldn’t see that far ahead,” I added.

“To me the scary part was the part at the very end,” Athena chimed in.

“Yeah,” Demeter said, finishing her thought. “The part about how our own greed and desire had pushed us from the path in the past, and all that. Wow, what the fuck. Our fate and countless others? Jesus…”

Pensive silence settled down on us, and as darkness fell, we each quietly made their way back to their own rooms without much thought of any shenanigans…

The next morning, the gloom seemed to have lifted, and after some morning chores, we made our way back down to Makala’s chamber in the afternoon.

She was sitting by the pool when we entered, trailing her her hand in the water. She stood up when we entered. Her white hair fell across her shoulders and her blue skin, her cream horns curving around her head.

“We are ready to unlock the lock,” I said.

She smiled.

“And who will be the one who unlocks it?” Makala asked. Ona raised her hand and smiled.

Her hooves clip-clopping across the stone floor, Makala led us back to the room with the cubbies, the light phallites, and the pink walls, ducking her seven foot blue frame and curved ram’s horns through the entryway. The one cubby still was open, the pink organic material parted like a vagina. In the center, the stone bench, and in the center of the stone bench, the same long, pink stalk we had seen the day before. The stalk was nearly five feet long and had a pinkish cast to it. It was hanging half-limp when we entered the chamber, but as we approached, it perked up, sticking out at about a forty-five-degree angle with clear slime and a pearly, semen-like goop issuing in pulses from a gaping aperture it’s tip, as if it was an ejaculating cock.

“Let me make it ready,” Makala said, approaching the stalk. Her blue skin shone in the pink glow that suffused the room, and her cream-colored nipples glowed pink. She slipped down to her knees in the slime, light phallites coursing around her and probing at her asshole as she began stroking and licking the pink stalk. She ran her tongue up the underside of the fleshy appendage, then pulled the tip down to her mouth and sucked at it, sucking out great globs of clear and creamy slime. Some she swallowed, the rest trickled down her large, pendulous, milky breasts. More slime assayed from the tip, shooting across the chamber and landing in the slime. Light phallites coursed through the goop and gobbled up the emissions.

Makala stood, and pulled the stalk between her breasts, squeezing it, coating the stalk with her milk that trickled from her large cream-colored breasts. Her cock was slowly coming to attention and she lifted it up and pulled it next to the stalk between her breasts, pressing the two together like she and I had done yesterday. She teased the tips of both with her tongue, then slowly began working her own cock up and down the stalk, pressing the two together between her pendulous, milky phallite breasts. Her hips rotated as she moved her body up and down the seven-foot phallus. She spit slime down onto the two cocks and increased her motion, leaning her head back. A steady stream of milk poured from her breasts.

Finally she arched her back and a huge load of jizz shot up from the gaping hole at the tip of her cock, almost hitting the ceiling of the chamber. The second pulse ran more sedately down the shaft, across her tits, and across the pink stalk.

The tip of the pink stalk was gaping as Makala’s semen ran down it, some trickling into the slit. Her cock still erect and pulsating, Makala moved back from the pink stalk and nodded to Ona.

Ona, having watched Makala making love to this pink fleshy appendage had to put on a show of her own. She pushed the straps of her swimsuit down slowly, revealing her own large, milky phallite breasts, with their wide brown aureoles and long, hard nipples trickling milk. She squeezed her nipples, sending squirts of milk across the long, pink stalk. She licked it, running her tongue along it, teasing it, and tasting the head. More slime gushed from the stalk, running down Ona’s body and mixing with her own milk and slime.

Ona pushed her swimsuit off, running her hand down between her legs, pulling gently on her thick, meaty labia and teasing the lobes apart, rubbing her fingers rhythmically across her slit and the hooded clit at the top. Long threads of slime trailed down from her lobes, puddling at her feet and running down her legs. She pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing an asshole that was already pink, gaping, and ready, a steady stream of slime slipping out. The pink flesh was pushing outwards and her anal sheath was already sticking out a couple of inches from the sphincter. She grasped it and pulled it even further out, moaning as her pink flesh slipped out from her asshole. She lifted it up between her legs, up between her tits and to her mouth, where she sucked her own anal slime and trickled it down her breasts.

She tightened her muscles and the sheath slowly retracted back into her asshole, leaving a long thread of clear, thick slime hanging from the pink dome that still peeked out of her ass. She turned around, bent over, and pulled the stalk towards her waiting asshole.

Makala stepped forward and helped guide the pink stalk into Ona’s her slimy, stretched asshole. Ona moaned as the stiff, fleshy appendage pushed inside her. She slowly leaned backwards, letting the stalk slide in, inch after inch, pushing deeper, then deeper inside. First a few inches, then a foot, then two feet. At three feet she stopped, pulled out a bit, then pushed back, beginning a rhythmic fuck. As she pulled the stalk out, her thick pink sheath grabbed the meat and pulled in and out.

After several strokes up and down the body of the stalk, Ona continued sliding down. At four feet, she arched her head back, her engorged breasts jutting forward, sending phallite milk arcing through the air. She moaned and then seemed to retch. A huge glob of slime poured from her mouth. Her eyes shot open, then she coughed. She pushed down the stalk another few inches, then another few.

She opened her mouth, her lips spreading wider than I thought a human’s could.

The tip of the stalk appeared between her lips, her sheath wrapped around it. Ona slipped the rest of the way down the stalk until she sat on the stone bench at the base, over two feet of stalk sticking up out of her mouth, her sheath wrapped around the stalk. Slime gushed from her ass, her pussy, and from her mouth, and milk trickled down her breasts. The occasional heave convulsed her stomach as she adjusted to having the pink fleshy stalk running completely through her body.

Once the tip of the stalk had exited Ona’s mouth it stiffened. From the aperture at the tip, a smaller reddish stalk had emerged. The red stalk was almost tentacle-like. I was about to ask Makala what was going to happen next when suddenly the red stalk arched through the air and pushed into th hole at the tip of my cock, pushing deep down my tunnel.

The appendage pressed against the head of my cock, massaging the underside of the helmet from the inside, rubbing in and out of my slimed cock hole. It was too much for me to handle. I came, thick threads of semen rocketing out of my cock around the red stalk, shooting through the air and coming back down across Ona, I shot load after load across Ona’s and my bodies.

As we came, the sound of stone grating on stone came from across the room. Ona and my orgasms ran their course and the pink stalk shrank back.

Groggy and shaken, I helped Ona off the stalk, and she and I sat down and tried to catch our breath, Makala keeping an eye on us, while Olympia, the twins, my mom and Clementina began moving towards the new chamber that had opened across the room. A light glow emerged from the room and from where I sat I could see it looked somewhat like the chamber where we had first met Makala, with a floor sloping downwards towards a pond or pool in the center. I slowly climbed to my feet and followed the others unsteadily, Makala and Ona behind me.

“It has been years since I have been able to access this chamber, since I have been free to move in the outside world,” Makala said as we slipped into the new room. “And it has been years since I last saw my love. You have met her, right? You know Alura?”

As if on queue, the water in the pond erupted and the tentacled creature that was Alura emerged – top half a phallite female with green skin, lower half a mass of long, writhing tentacles, under which lurked a cock, a vagina, and an asshole. Her tentacles in front were already parted and a massive, thick, tentacle-like, rock hard cock protruded almost two feet in front of her.

At the sight of Alura, Makala’s cock came almost instantly to attention.

No words passed between them, it was as if no words needed to be said. Makala and Alura embraced, the blue skinned cave spirit and the green skinned guardian coming together in each other’s arms, their lips meeting, their breasts pressing together. Ram’s horns and hooves met slick slithering tentacles. Their passion was literally electrifying as white strokes of static flashed around their bodies, leaving a blue afterimage in our watching eyes. Alura’s tentacles caressing the cave spirit’s body, testing every inch of blue skin – squeezing her milky nipples, teasing her lips, running down her stomach, stroking her thick hard cock, pushing into her anus.

Makala reached up and caressed the guardian’s breasts, sending phallite milk cascading across her body, mixing with the slime that was coating everything.

Alura pressed her body against Makala and their cocks pressed between their breasts, squirting more copious quantities of slime across their bodies. Alura rose up again and stroked her meat, rubbing it against Makala’s body. The cave spirit rolled over, pointing her blue-and-cream-colored sphincter at the guardian.

“I’ve been waiting far too long for this,” Makala said, stretching the cheeks of her not-insubstantial ass, causing the flesh inside her asshole to press outward, her sheath to pop out several inches. Alura stroked her cock a couple more times, then slipped it into the cave spirit’s waiting, sliming ass.

Makala moaned as inch after inch of Alura’s almost-two-foot-long cock slid inside her. Makala’s stomach distended slightly as the guardian’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside. Alura’s tentacles slipped underneathe Makala, gripping her cock and stroking her thick blue meat. The green tentacles stroked and caressed the shaft, sliding upwards, coating every inch of the spirit’s meat with slime. Finally they reached the gaping tip of the cave spirit’s cock. A long, thick tentacle hovered over the tip for a moment, a long tendril of slime slipping from the tip, then it plunged into the aperture at the end of Makala’s cock, eliciting a moan as the underside of her cock stretched and distended to accommodate the green appendage that was forcing its way in.

Alura’s cock was all the way inside the cave spirit’s waiting, slimy ass, her stomach bumping against the spirit’s body. The guardian continued her motions, pushing in and out, while her tentacle made similar motions at the end of Makala’s cock. Alura pulled her cock out halfway, stretching Makala’s cream-colored sheath out from her body. The guardian’s tentacles wrapped around the sheath, stroking it, and her cock. She pulled the rest of the way out, pulling the flesh with her. Makala moaned again, her eyes closed, her body shaking with pleasure as Alura used her tentacles to stroke the thick, meaty sheath. Finally, she pulled the sheath off her cock and pulled it up to her mouth, sucking out all the slime and pre-come inside, before pulling it back down onto her hard, throbbing, green cock, and ramming it all the way back inside Makala’s stretched ass.

Underneath the cave spirit, a second tentacle was probing the stretched tip of Makala’s cock. After a moment it pushed inside, stretching the underside of her cock even more and almost doubling it in size. Other tentacles stroked her meat, bringing waves of moans from the cave spirit.

Alura reached down, pulling Makala’s body upwards, arching her back, pressing her against her own body. The cave spirit’s pendulous breasts swung up, sending arcs of creamy phallite milk through the air. Her stomach distended almost as if she were pregnant with the force of Alura’s cock against her abdomen. The two tentacles deep in Makala’s cock continued to push in and out.

It was too much for the cave spirit as she gave a final moan and loads of semen and slime gushed from around the tentacles that were still lodged in her cock. As she came, Alura moaned as well, her orgasm sending slime and semen gushing from Makala’s ass.

As their ardor ebbed, Alura slipped her cock from Makala’s ass and it disappeared back beneath her mass of tentacles below her waist. Makala’s sheath – sticky with slime and come – hung loosely from her ass over a foot behind her.

After Makala and Alura caught their breath, I tried to turn things back to business.

“We have opened the door of the seven,” I said. “How do we unlock the door of the three? That’s next correct?”

Makala nodded, but then added, “You now have a choice. You may open the door of the three or open the brood chamber.”

“The brood chamber?” I asked. “You never mentioned a brood chamber in your prophesy.”

“That’s because the brood chamber is not part of the prophesy.”

“So why would we open it?”

From behind me, Ona spoke up.

“I want to know more about this brood chamber…” she said.

“Wait, time out,” Olympia interrupted. “We’re not opening any more doors today. So I have an idea.” She turned to Makala and Alura. “You said you would be able to walk in human form once we unlocked the door of the seven, right? And you said you could leave, right?”

They nodded.

“Then how about if we all slow down, go up to the pool and just chill for awhile while we talk this through?”

Everyone nodded, then Alura paused.

“There is one final thing that must be done now that you have opened the door of the seven. The six must truly become the six.”

“What does that mean?” Olympia asked, glancing at my mom, who shrugged in ignorance.

I suddenly remembered the photos of Franklin’s mother.

“Wait,” I said. “If this involves weird, tentacled labia, forget it.”

My mother gently shoved me to the side.

“And who are you to tell me what to do with my body?” she said. There was a playful tone to her voice, but a serious look shone in her eyes.

“Um, okay, sorry,” I said, mollified.

“That is correct, how did you know this?” asked Alura.

“We’ve seen old photos,” my mother said. “If that’s what I need to do to go through with this, I am ready.”

“Then let’s do this,” said Makala. “Then the metamorphosis of the one and the six will be complete and they will truly be the seven.”

Alura took my mother’s hand and sat her down on one of the stone benches along the side of the room, then gently spread her legs. My mother’s meaty phallite labia shone in the glow of the room. Alura bent down and opened her mouth – wider than it should have been possible. She pressed her lips around the outside of my mother’s pussy, completely engulfing her clitoris and labia in her mouth. Alura closed her eyes for a moment, her body shook.

Suddenly my mother’s eyes shot open and her head snapped back. I leapt forward, but Makala restrained me.

“Let her finish,” she said into my ear as she had her arms wrapped around me from behind.

Alura made a gagging, retching sound, and slime poured from around her lips that were still locked onto my mother’s pussy. She began to pull her head back. As she did, her mouth moved backwards, slowly revealing long, slimy, ropy tentacles where my mother’s labia used to be. The appendages slipped from Alura’s mouth as she withdrew, finally falling completely free. My mother stood wobbly to her feet. The tentacles hung down below her knees.

I must have looked stricken, but my mother smiled.

“I have known this was how I was going to end up ever since I was asleep in that sarcophagus. It’s okay.”

I wanted to believe everything was going to be okay. I really did.

[END OF CHAPTER 3]

[TO BE CONTINUED]