“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.
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