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.”
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