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I had found the stone lying on a beach in Fiji. It was a regular grey
stone, except that it had been etched with an image of something
humanoid and around that were some illegible symbols etched in the
surface. Time had worn the stone to the point that even someone that
could read whatever language it was would have had a hard time
deciphering the lost symbols.
It didn't take me long to figure out what the stone did, though. As I
walked into my vacation bungalow and set the stone down on an open
magazine, I looked down at where I had laid it and remembered vaguely
the story I had been casually reading two hours earlier. Before I let
go of the stone though, something instinctual but silent inside of my
mind, coaxed me to slide the stone onto the photo of a woman on the
opposite page, holding a bottle of shampoo and standing in a luxurious
all glass shower.
Suddenly I felt a huge, quick lurch as everything, even my being itself
was wrenched to the side. My eyes where blinded by a great light and I
lost my balance. I fell on the floor; which I realized was wet and
harder than I had remembered. As my mind focused on its surroundings
and my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized in a haze of confusion
that I was now wet, naked, sitting on a tile floor. I looked at my legs
and noticed that they had been shaved smooth. I stood up and the head
rush I experienced sent me right back to the floor. Face to face with a
somewhat familiar shampoo bottle, I knelt on all fours trying to get my
bearings.
Sudden and clear comprehension snapped into my mind. The bottle, this
room, the soaked mop of hair hanging down from my head to the floor.
Still kneeling on all fours in disbelief, I raised one hand to my chest
and found there, something that did not belong. A firm, supple breast.
I got to my feet again, this time being a little more careful. I felt
shorter and I didn't dare look down to find out why. Instead I focused
myself and walked over to the mirror at the sink in that strange
bathroom.
Looking in the mirror was just one shock after another. Staring me in
the eyes was the gorgeous woman from the magazine and behind her in the
mirror was the shower that had been in the ad. I reached out to the
mirror, still not believing anything I was witnessing. The woman in the
mirror reached out mirroring me. At this I closed my eyes and took my
hand down from the mirror to find out what lay between my legs.
My hand crept down my stomach, as I willed myself to keep going. As my
fingers entered my pubic hair, I could feel my own touch on my skin.
Further down my fingers found a slit. Instinct, curiosity and
experience took my middle finger right to my clit, causing me to
experience a slight amount of pleasure.
At this finding I squeezed my eyes harder shut and wished myself to
wake up. Wished myself back to my vacation bungalow, wished it would
all be a dream!
The lurching came again and I found myself refocusing on my
surroundings like before. I found myself lying on the floor in my
vacation bungalow, sprawled out as if I had been unconscious. My entire
side hurt where it touched the floor and my head rang like I had hit my
head hard.
I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to do. I sat myself
down in the wicker chair next to the table with the magazine. I moved
my laptop out of the way and pulled the magazine closer. The woman was
still there, smiling, holding her bottle of shampoo. I took in the
picture better, trying to figure out what had happened. From what I
could see in the magazine photo, everything had been the same as my
dream. Or that's what I was going to call this anyways, just a dream.
"Okay," I thought, "I'm an intelligent person, I can figure this out.
Maybe I bumped my head somehow. Maybe it was heatstroke." Being a
rational person, I was still weary of the stone so I used the hotel
notepad provided on the table to push the stone off the magazine so I
didn't have to touch it.
"Okay, I'll try the same thing again." I thought to myself. "This time
though, I'll choose something more familiar." I turned the magazine a
couple of pages until I found a picture that suited my taste. In this
photo was a businessman in a suit, seemingly alone in a room, holding a
glass of fine brandy, reading a newspaper.
Throwing all caution to the wind and suppressing my logical mind, I
grabbed the stone and placed it on the photo of the man. Nothing
happened. I thought back to what had happened before and decided to
slide the rock around some. Nothing happened. "See, told you it was
your imagination." Giving up on this stupid game I let go of the stone
to go get some rest.
The lurching came again. This time though I was able to focus faster on
this room due to the dim setting of the room. There I was, no longer in
my bungalow, no longer in my jogging shorts, but instead I was sitting
in a very comfortable chair with a glass of brandy I had almost dropped
out of shock. Gaining my composure I looked around the room. It was a
beautifully furnished, expensive looking room and I was alone. I
brought the glass of brandy to my mouth and swallowed it all in one
gulp. Everything here seemed real enough. The leather felt like
leather, the wood felt and sounded like wood when knocked on, even
brandy had tasted like brandy. (I even checked in my pants to make sure
there where no girl parts down there and I was relieved. It was not my
own tool, but at least there was a tool.)
I explored my surroundings some and realized that the two doors leaving
the room where jammed. Not locked, the handles moved and the locks
turned, but the doors where just stuck, as if they where part of the
wall itself.
After getting bored of this fancy room, I willed myself back and found
myself sitting in the chair, but slumped over on the table, again as if
I had been unconscious. This time my face hurt, like I had smashed it
down on the table.
Playing it safe I went over and lay on the bed to see what I could do
with this stone. I spent the next hour placing the stone on different
photos in the magazine, experiencing new places and new people. I tried
a couple of photos with two people in them and if I composed myself
fast enough I could play the part of someone in the photo without
alerting the other person that anything had changed. I learned quickly
that if there was more than one person in a photo that I went into the
one the stone was set on. I also learned that I could never leave the
scope of the photo, within a reasonable distance. I even braved a
couple pictures where I was once again a woman.
I decided that it was time to quit for a while, to think on what was
happening. Deciding to go back for one last trip "in", I thumbed the
pages back to the first photo, the woman in the shower. I wanted to
explore *her*, instead of just exploring her surroundings.
The week had turned out to be more than I had bargained for. A relaxing
vacation on a remote island in Fiji had turned into the most exciting
week of my life.
Sitting on the plane, I just closed my eyes and thought about all the
things I could do with this stone. With a smile I fell asleep wondering
how many adult magazines I would end up going through in the next year.
I dreamed of the stone. I was standing in the same place in Fiji that I
had found the stone; the only difference was that now the stone was
floating in the air weightless above the spot on the ground where it
had laid. I walked closer to the stone, trying to make out the
inscriptions. All I could make out was the image of that humanoid being
in the center of the stone. As I was watching the stone, it spun 360
degrees and stopped. This time the humanoid figure was glowing
slightly, pulsing even. I awoke still on the plane with my hand in my
pocket clutching the stone tightly.
"I wonder if that's some kind of sign." I thought to myself.
---
Back home life went on as usual, except that after work every day I
would come home with photos I had printed at work, magazines I had seen
or any other media that I thought would be interesting. I spent my
nights learning and experiencing. I learned that when I entered a
photo, my emotions took on slightly the same feeling as the photo
portrayed. Once I had ended up crying my eyes out for the entire
fifteen minutes I was in a photo, because the girl in the photo looked
sad. Through trial and error I had also learned that to wish myself
back home I had to close my eyes tightly before I wished.
Once during my experiments I had taken a photo of my own living room,
with the stone sitting on the table. When I set the stone on it, I was
whisked into the photo but there was no stone. I also learned that I
was in my own body. A couple more experiments later and I found that I
could be in my own body with whatever I was wearing at the time, so
long as there was no one in the photo. This is how I started
formulating a plan.
---
I had always wanted to get back at my "friend" of a couple years ago
who had gone behind my back at the firm we both worked at, he had
stolen away my chance to become vice president of the firm.
The plan was simple, get to the new house of my "friend" and get a
photo through the window of my "friend's" bedroom. Then I would use the
stone to get myself into the room so I could dig around in the bedroom
for any evidence of foul play that I could use against my "friend"
without fear of getting caught.
Getting the photo turned out to be harder than I had thought. Getting
over the huge fence and across the yard without being seen had been the
easy part, but getting a photo of the master bedroom on the 2nd floor
had been harder.
Once home I printed out the photo, set it down on my bed, got my stone
from the drawer. I placed the stone down on the photo and let go.
The usual lurching came, witch I had gotten used to, but what I hadn't
expected was to be laying down on my back in the dark. Unable to move,
unable to even breathe, I laid there motionless. I tried closing my
eyes to wish myself back home, but I could not even close my eyes!
Unable to see in the dark, I relied on my other senses. I could smell a
faint latex smell, I could hear but it was muffled and I could feel
that I was on a hard surface wearing some sort of loose clothes. Panic
set in, it was like being locked in a box, paralyzed. After what seemed
like a couple minutes of panic, I calmed down realizing that even
though I was not breathing, I was also not suffocating.
---
What seemed like hours had passed and somehow, even in this solitary
confinement I was not bored. I was even a little horny. Focusing on
this body I was in, I guessed that it was a man's body. It kind of felt
like I might have male parts, but not moving or breathing it was so
hard to tell. Another thing that confused me was that if I was a male
and I was horny like this, shouldn't I feel myself getting hard?
More time passed and the only thing I could hear was the muffled sounds
of the summer day from the photo passing by. Then finally something
new, a sound. It sounded like it was coming from downstairs. A motor of
some kind, maybe a garage door opener. Then the hollering of a woman
came next, yelling something about "make sure my car is cleaned" and
"prepare my bath". This was not a voice I recognized. And this was
definitely not my friend.
Someone came into the room where I was "boxed" and I heard the light
switch click on. "Is it that late already to need lights?" I thought.
The bathwater was run in the adjacent bathroom, as I heard the person
leave the room.
All I could hear for a couple minutes was the bathwater running, until
someone opened the door to the bedroom again and came in. A woman
sighed and it sounded like she had thrown her coat on the bed or
something soft. More small undecipherable sounds and then the bathwater
stopped. The woman sighed as I heard her sink into the bathtub. The
thought of a beautiful woman slipping naked into a bath didn't help my
condition any; this only made me hornier.
Fifteen minutes later the water from the tub started to drain. I could
hear the woman toweling herself off. She rummaged around the room some
making small disgruntled sighs and moans as she went.
I heard her plop down on the bed, open a drawer and pull something hard
out. Then I heard a buzzing sound and the exaggerated sighs and moans
of false pleasure. I imagined her masturbating on the bed, fingering
herself and using the vibrator on her clit. More moaning from the woman
and I could tell that she was frustrated that she could not get off.
I heard the vibrator turn off and heard it thrown down on the floor
with a disgusted grunt from the woman. She walked loudly over towards
my direction. A sudden blast of light from a crack in the box where it
was opened blinded me. Again I tried to close my eyes, but in vein.
Still blinded by the light, I felt her VERY warm hands on my skin
lifting me up with ease. I felt my body dropped onto what felt like the
bed. As my vision became clearer I could see the ceiling but could not
move my eyes.
I heard her walk over to the other side of the room and then come back
to the bed. I felt the bed slump under her weight as she climbed up
standing on the bed above me.
She was pretty, not amazing, but definitely fuckable for her age. The
site of her naked body standing above me just made me even more
excited.
"Alright, if I must, I must." she said as she lowered herself to rest
sitting on my stomach. "If my vibrator can't get me off, it's always
guaranteed that my fuck doll can!" she said excitedly. "I love a man I
have full control over and you fuck doll, are him right now. My toy, my
pleasure and you never complain or eat my chocolate."
She raised herself up off my stomach and leaned forward some giving me
a great view of her tits and dangling her hair on my face. She lowered
herself onto my hard dildo cock and sight a great moan of pleasure as
it entered her. It was so warm to me, warmer three-fold than any woman
had ever felt to me. She started to hump my cock as she leaned forward
more and grabbed hold of the head of the bed for support with one hand.
The other hand grabbed at the bed sheet to find the vibrator that she
had picked back up.
I could feel her place the vibrator on this stomach and hold it there
with one hand facing so that its tip was lying at the base of my cock.
Every time she rode me up and down, her clit would bump into the
vibrator. It didn't take long before she got off, crying out
profanities the whole time. As she finished her climax she fell forward
onto my chest. Her warm breasts laying on my chest, her whole body
feeling warmer than it should. As if my skin was only room temperature.
She leaned up enough to look me in they eyes. "You know one thing I
never liked about a fuck doll?" she said. "They never blink, but if I
close your eyes it looks like you are ignoring me, but with your eyes
open and unblinking, it's kind of creepy."
She fell off of me and went over to turn off the light. Returning she
lay next to me cuddled against my body, one arm on my chest and one leg
resting up on my legs.
"Good night love." She said sleepily as she reached up and pulled down
the latex eyelids of her fuck toy.
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