Clementina - S01 E16

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Clementina - S01 E16

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

I shook my head. There was a pause in the conversation as we stood there, watching Clementina vacillate back and forth between threatening to kill us and begging us for help.

"So what happened to you?" my mom finally prompted gesturing at my slimy, muddy, bloody body. I filled her in on everything that had gone on in Clementina's cellar and the chambers beyond, showing her the photos on my phone of the statue, the chambers. Finally I

fetched the journal and my father's wedding ring from my tool bag.

When I showed my mother the wedding band, tears welled up in her eyes.

"He was always so distant," she said. "I wasn't upset with losing him to another woman, because I knew he never really was mine. But for him to die this way, never would have asked that for my worst enemy, let alone the man once loved with all my heart." She leaned against me and I held her while she cried, and I wept next to her.

After a few minutes, we composed ourselves.

"So, what do we do now?" my mom asked, still sniffling. "Any ideas?"

I looked down at Clementina, who still was shifting back and forth between pleas for help and spews of hatred. I knelt beside her and waited for the calmer side to take over for a moment. When her eyes cleared, I spoke to her.

"What do we do? How can we help you?" I asked.

She seemed unable to speak, but her eyes roved then locked. followed her gaze. It rested on the journal. picked it up and looked back at her. She nodded, then another surge took over and she convulsed. When she stopped shaking, she began hurling insults at us again.

I pulled the journal open and began flipping through the pages, honing in on the page I had seen earlier in the cellar the one with the two diagrams of the creatures. I read the text around them, my mother reading over my shoulder.

The creatures were called (in the notes) phallites. Despite the seriousness of the situation I had to suppress a giggle. Whoever named them definitely had a sense of humor. There were two types, dark and light. They were parasites, and would invade the human body through whatever orifice they could find-mouth, anus, vagina. Though they had very similar lifecycles, the impacts on the host were markedly different.

The cream-colored creatures were mostly benign. They would live in the human body and cause some changes to the sexual features of the host - making women curvy and inducing lactation, while adding inches and semen quantity to the men's organs. But their primary impact was just to give their host a sense of peace and confort, basically making them just happy and horny. Once a year, a woman who was hosting a parasite would find herself "pregnant" with a litter of little creatures, who would be born after a couple months, doing no harm to the host.

The dark colored phallites were different. They, too, Invaded human hosts, but their affects were highly destructive. Men would slowly rot from the Inside out with their cocks being the last thing to die, spewing a steady stream of semen. The dark phallites needed semen to reproduce, and once a litter was conceived in a woman, she was doomed because the birthing process killed her like the woman i had seen in the chamber. Shivers ran down my spine at the memory.

Dark phallites infected a person in pairs. They would breed, lay their eggs, then they would go their separate ways in search of new hosts. Like the woman who tried to infect me. White phallites sometimes infected in pairs, sometimes alone, and usually tended to hang out with a host for awhile, since it was a mutually beneficial relationship.

My mother and I stood in the bathroom naked, slimy, muddy, bloody for over an hour, paging through the journal, talking about what it said, trying to establish some kind of contact with the "good" side of Clementina. There was a lot in the journal - more than we could get through in just the time we had and a lot didn't make sense or was hard to interpret. And we felt a time pressure because we had to sort out the situation soon before Clementina came completely apart.

One thing we learned for sure. Once a person had a dark phallite inside of them, there was only one way to get them out without killing the host. That was to infect them with a light colored

phallite. Then a person with a light colored phallite inside of them had to have sex with the victim. At the point of orgasm, the dark phallite could be driven out by the white, and that was when you grabbed it and destroyed it

Easy...?

There remained a lot of questions I hoped would be resolved once we had saved Clementina. Like exactly how did she get infected? Did she know about this place before? Who wrote this journal? Just what the fuck was going on here?

I made a trip to Clementina's basement and returned with a two light colored phallites in a bucket. While was away my mother had washed up Clementina, then taken a quick shower herself to wash away the slime. When I returned, they were both still naked but clean, and Clementina was still tied up. My mother sent me to the other shower to wash up while she made the preparations for what we were about to do.

Finally, still naked, my mother and I stood over Clementina in the tub.

"So, do you want to be the one with the little monster inside of you or should 17" my mother asked. I looked down at the two little guys in the bucket beside me. I had brought back the one who had ridden around on my shoulder. I think had kind of accepted I would be the one to take the hit. After all, I had developed a bond with the little dude.

"Might as well be me," I said.

"Well take good notes," my mom replied. "Maybe will try one someday." looked at her and smiled, trying to picture her with large, milky breasts, wide hips, long labia. My cock stirred.

She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips, her breasts touching my chest, her hips brushing my cock, which she gave a quick stroke. She held the kiss and the stroke for a moment then pulled back.

"For luck" she said, and winked.

I put my hand down in the bucket and the light phallite crawled up my arm and onto my shoulder. He nibbled my ear, then leaned forward and bumped my lips.

"Here goes," said, and opened my mouth.

After my experience with dark phallite I had expected something unpleasant. But it was just about painless. In a second he was gone. I have no idea how he made his way from my throat to running loose inside my body without doing me grave harm, but he did, because I quickly felt the creature move downwards Inside me, past my ribcage, past my stomach, and settle down near my cock.

My mother and I looked at each other, and I shrugged.

"That was strange," I started. "But I don't feel anything diff-

I froze. A surge of chemicals shot through my body - adrenaline, testosterone, serotonin, who knows what else. I was engulfed by a sense of peace, calm, and love, but also a sense of desire. I felt my cock stir and I looked down.

My cock was rock hard. The blue veins along the side pulsated and seemed to grow thicker and wider, spidering around my cock like a corkscrew. For a moment I became worried they were going to burst, but their growth stopped and instead my cock began to grow to match the veins. First the head thickened, expanding outward, until I looked like I had a purple-tipped mushroom on a pink veiny stem. The aperture at the tip stretched gaped, dribbling something slime? - in globs that slipped down the shaft. Then the shaft itself stretched outward and grew in both length and girth.

I squeezed a drop of the clear fluid from my cock and lifted it to my nose. Licorice. Slime, definitely slime. I didn't know if I was producing it or the creature was producing it, but either way, had slime dribbling from my cock. That both turned me on and horrified me all at once. My mother bent down and licked some of the slime from the cock head.

The pink-purple flesh of the shaft was growing seeming almost to squirm as it expanded, thicker, wider, pulsating with a life of its own. When the growth was finished, estimated was around 14 Inches long with a monstrous pink-purple head at the tip.

My mother was watching this and was pretty clearly turned on. If the situation hadn't been so serious, and if there weren't lives possibly at stake, I think she would have swallowed the other white phallite right there.