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I only started off browsing Facebook. I had no idea this could even
happen. I just happened to see a hot picture on there and I was a little
aroused, and I hadn't masturbated in a while.
In truth, it was something I do a lot of. The whole Facebook masturbating
thing. It was never malicious, but I guess that didn't matter.
It was a picture of a sort of acquaintance of mine named Maddy. We were
friendly, but she and I would never get involved. And she looked damn good
in that picture. She was wearing a low cut red and white dress and a
pretty seductive smile, and she looked great in comparison to the girl she
was with.
So I started touching myself. As I got going, I noticed something weird
happening. It seemed like the picture started moving. Started becoming
more real, like I was moving in to it. I thought it was just my active
imagination. Wishful thinking, I suppose.
Because all of a sudden I was in the room that the picture was taken in,
face to face with Maddy. She was smiling and moving towards me, my dick
still in my hand. And she started sucking my balls. Not something I was
going to complain about. I mean, would you?
And in all honesty, it felt amazing. I wasn't touching myself any more,
because it seemed pretty evident I wasn't going to have to. She was an
expert, her tongue gently messaging each testicle like she was sucking on
a candy.
In retrospect, I had noticed something different. I had felt like I was
getting skinnier. Well, it is hard to explain, but I was getting. . .
flatter. And it seemed like Maddy was getting more real.
I felt like I was about to come right there. The pleasure emanating from
my balls was unreal. But right before I did, Maddy moved to my penis and
just started deep-throating it. I had glanced down and saw that it didn't
really seem like my balls were there any more. It felt like a small hole
had opened up right where they had been.
I wasn't concerned, because I started blowing my load right in Maddy's
mouth. It was another weird thing, how amazing it felt. My orgasm was
being stretched out over a really long period. I wanted to faint from the
pleasure after 10 seconds, and I just kept pouring more and more in to her
mouth.
I would normally never do that to a girl, but I hadn't really been asked.
I still had no idea what was going on.
And as my juices poured of, I felt myself changing. It started with
something that I can best compare to a stomach ache. It felt like things
were re-arranging inside of my body. I mean, it still felt good. Hell, it
almost started feeling better.
As I opened my eyes for a few seconds it seemed like I was a little
shorter than I had been. By few inches, actually. But I closed my eyes
again as the pleasure spiked. The stomach ache stopped. I felt my stomach
area get softer, losing muscle. I felt my hips expanding out words,
creating a nice hourglass. One I had admired. Some thing like a warmth, a
nice sensation, was spreading from my loins to the rest of my body. And I
still didn't want to stop it. I was still orgasming, still releasing more
semen. I actually felt like I couldn't stop it. Like I was stuck.
It spread down my legs first, and I found myself standing very
differently. They felt smaller, but my ass started feeling a little
rounder. A little nicer. A little more feminine. I felt itching that I
realized was hair changing in its follicles. Retreating, really. My feet
got smaller, too.
And still she sucked.
Up through my spine the warmth, the tickling, traveled. I felt a similar
itching on my scalp and felt like I could see my hair growing. Bones
shifted in my face and got a little plumper, and my eyesight changed. My
arms got a little shorter, a little smaller.
The changes were now spreading down from there and up from my groin, and
they met at my chest. It started burning a little, like I was working out
my chest. But it felt so damn good. Jolts of orgasmic energy shot from my
changing nipples. And my chest muscles started expanding, ballooning a
little.
Maddy wasn't really sucking any more, and I could see why when I looked
down. There wasn't anything to suck. But I felt her tongue almost digging
out the shape of my vagina. I thought it felt good before, but the new
sensation was even better. It rocked through my body, making me want to
contort myself. If I could have. But I was pretty much locked in place.
Maddy wasn't eating me out any more. I couldn't really see her at all, but
I could sense her nearby. I just smiled from the memory, but suddenly
couldn't change my face back.
And through what I knew was a computer screen, Maddy was smiling back at
me. I could hear her talking to me.
"Being in a picture is a little strange, I know. But you'll get used to
it. I certainly did. I got really used to seeing you play with yourself,
staring at me. And now you'll get to feel the same, guys just eyeing you
up."
I couldn't move my eyes, which I knew would be a beautiful blue color
know. She hadn't been that much shorter than me, it seemed. I was in a
sort of awkward position though, because the girl I was in the picture
with was a little shorter so I was ducking down. I tried to stand up, but
I probably don't have to tell you that I couldn't. There was a small piece
of blonde hair in my face, something that I had thought was really cute in
the picture. It was actually pretty fucking annoying, seeing as it
couldn't move. I could see the rest of the long blonde hair on my
periphery, which I knew had been styled for a while before this. The red
and white dress that I had always loved now hugged my frame, tight around
my hips that hour-glassed perfectly. In case I have to say it, the dress
was sort of a weird transition. Most guys are not used to not having a
piece of cloth covering their crotch from the bottom, and now my legs were
revealed all the way down to my rather high-heeled shoes. Pretty damn well
defined legs, too. The low cut made me a little self-conscious. I hadn't
even liked v-necks as a guy because I didn't like that much of my skin
showing. The bra did hold my new breasts nicely, which was a blessing
because the thong that I was wearing was not something I was used to.
Despite it all, though, I knew exactly how I looked. I was a sexy-as-fuck
blonde girl with beautiful eyes and a smile that would make guys think
about me later.
"That's not all you did, though. You went a few steps further." The best
way to explain the way I was looking at Maddy was as if she was a picture
herself, inside of my current frame of existence. I saw her doing
something, and strange things started happening.
I found himself getting dragged around, changing where I was. And I felt
like I had two minds, two voices speaking in my head. But suddenly one of
them went quiet. I saw Maddy messing with the mouse and he felt his new
body being selected.
"You would take me Paint, and you would edit me. As if I weren't good
enough." I felt the strange sensation of being in two places at once
again, and I started understanding, thanks to her narration. She had
copied the picture from Facebook and had put it in to Paint, then closed
the Facebook page.
And suddenly it all went back. Non-existence is a strange thing to
explain. Imagine that feeling of deep sleep, of feeling your mind almost
totally shut off. Then shut the rest off.
And suddenly I saw light again. I was looking at Maddy, and for a second I
thought that I was back to normal. But very quickly I realized that I was
still in the picture.
"That is what being deleted feels like. I don't imagine that somebody else
opened that picture up on Facebook, so you must have been pretty much
blacked out."
The way the mind worked, I figure, is that it wants a continuous
existence. So my mind had sort of filled in that black period. I honestly
couldn't tell you how long it had been.
I started seeing things disappearing around me. Dana, the girl in the
picture with me, suddenly disappeared out of my peripheral. Then room got
smaller. Again, from doing this myself, I knew what was happening. I had
cut out other things in the picture, making it consist of only Maddy so it
would be centered. The area I was in got smaller again, and I realized
that I was missing part of my arm because it was around the other girl.
"Taller, smaller, in, out, bigger."
It was pretty much everything I had done to that picture, and I suddenly
knew what it felt like.
She stretched the picture vertically a little, and I felt myself getting
stretched taller. Then she went the other way, and not a tiny amount
either. She made the picture comically small and I felt like I was a
little pudge ball. Non-existence came again, then I was suddenly back to
normal. She had copied the picture so that she could delete it and just
bring me back. It was a nice feeling to know that at least for the time, I
would not just disappear until somebody else looked at me on Facebook.
She didn't stop with the up-down either. I felt my self getting compressed
from the sides a little, as I had done to make her look a little smaller.
This time it wasn't the whole picture. She had just selected my waist area
and was moving it in a little. Then out. Then in. It was an unpleasant
sort of massage. Then she decided to be a bitch. She selected my entire
upper body and shrunk it down to almost rail thin. Because it was Paint,
she was only using the box-select feature and not a form select, which
meant that my waist had areas that had no torso above them. And that was a
real trip. Needless to say, I felt uncomfortably compressed, probably not
being more than a few pixels across before it all went black and I was
back to normal.
She selected my chest area now, and I am sure you know what was coming.
She started off making small adjustments to my breasts, a little bigger.
The dress seemed to fit a little tighter. Then she stretched them out to
an exaggerated degree. Still believable on a girl, but the dress felt like
it was about to rip. The new sudden weight on my back made me want to
topple over, though I clearly couldn't move. Then she made them about a
thousand percent bigger.
I can see how it would be sort of funny. I could literally see my now
rather disproportionate cleavage extending out feet in front of me. My
body ached in pain at the new breasts that weighed hundreds of pounds. At
least this time she only hit the undo button a few times. I could tell I
wasn't totally back to normal because my breasts still pressed more
uncomfortably against the dress than when she had started, but it was a
lot better than what I had been.
Suddenly I couldn't see Maddy directly any more. I could only see her
through what seemed like a haze of white, and I heard typing.
"Misery loves company, right?"
That confused me a little. I could not think of anything I had done that
could be said like that.
"I really shouldn't do this to you, but some body else has so I figure
I'll prepare you for it."
I no longer had the duality feeling and figured that she had copied
something else. It was not long before I found out what. I could see her
clearly again and guessed that I was back at the front of the screen. Now
a weight appeared on top of me and I understood what she was saying. I
wanted to close my eyes and move and scream, but I couldn't.
She had put an image of a naked guy on top of me, and I felt every part of
his body as if he were really there. His penis had ended up some where on
my lower thigh and I could feel it pushing in to me. He wasn't moving
either, though I wondered if he was a conscious picture too. This would
probably be nice to him if he were, being put on top of a beautiful girl
like myself. Then she moved him. Never have I wished death on somebody
until his erect penis almost shoved in to my eye, then landed on the front
of my teeth.
Then darkness. I really wish I had a way to figure out how long I was out,
because you literally have not sense of yourself in that scenario. I came
back and I knew I was on Facebook now.
"I wish you luck, I really do. Just hope nobody prints you out. The
doesn't get deleted as easily."
She closed the laptop screen. The 'picture frame' that she was in for me
went dark and I could see the rest of the room. As long as I was open like
that, it wasn't a terrible existence. I found out that I have a little
control over the computer, which is how I wrote this. Though nothing
really prepared me for the first guy that played with himself while I was
staring out at him.
I got used to being in the position I was in after a few hours, though I
was surprised to see a girl I hadn't seen before taking the picture with a
camera.
I also found my memory expanded a little bit. I remembered pre-gaming with
Dana and this other girl before this had been taken.
Laura. The other girls name was Laura.
I had gained some of Maddy's memories. I remembered jokes and laughs with
these girls. Dana could be a bit of a bitch but she always had your back,
and Laura was one of the most genuine people I now knew.
I stretched my mind a little more and found more of Maddy's memories. I
could recall a number of details I hadn't known before, like her birthday
on the 26th of May and her brother's name Jerry.
I still know my own life, I was able to keep them separate. There was my
brother Joe and . . . uh. . . well, his name is not that important right
now. I know my birthday is on May 26th and that I have a brother named
Jerry, too.
I found out something else pretty interesting too. It was not like I could
communicate with Maddy's other pictures, but I could think about them and
almost see them. I could gain a few memories from them. That is how I
worked out that she got in to NYU a few weeks ago and that I am very
excited about my roommate there.
I want out. And I am willing to do what she did to get out. I want my life
at NYU back, with my roommate Sara. So I'm warning you: Don't Facebook
stalk.
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