Chapter 1 - Cumanji, Chapter 1


 
	"Hmmm.  No, looks boring."
	Cathy rolled her eyes at her husband and set the game she had been holding back on the shelf.
	"Well, you find one then!  It's not like we've got a huge selection..."
	Greg and Cathy were wandering the back aisle of the game shop, looking at the 'Adult Games'.  Another couple they were friends with were coming over that evening, and they had all found it pretty funny to play some one of these adult games last time they had gotten together.  Not that they had really done any of the things the game suggested, they just got a laugh out of the results.  (Greg and Cathy were not exactly the most adventurous couple in the world, sex-wise.)
	Greg, thirty-eight, was a fairly broad, blond man, standing at about six-two.  A former high-school quarterback, he wasn't in terrible shape but certainly wasn't winning any fitness awards.  Still, he had the soft good looks of a fairly attractive middle-aged man.
	His wife Cathy - who was thirty-five - was in somewhat better shape, and quite an attractive woman (if the looks from the clerk when they walked in were any indication).  She was five-four, with long raven-black hair and dark brown eyes.  She was not exactly curvy, although her breast job of a couple of years ago certainly helped that a bit - a nice C-cup replacing her former small Bs.  Her best feature, she knew, were her shapely ass and gorgeous tanned legs, which she was proudly displaying in her short shorts today.
	Greg wandered to the end of the aisle, frowning at the games on the shelves, and blushing occasionally.  The real trick was to find a game that was entertaining without being too over the top...
	As he rounded the end of the shelf, he found himself confronted with an odd sight.  Where he expected to encounter the corner of the shop, he found an odd round doorway, seemingly leading into another store.  He raised an eyebrow as he looked into the room beyond, which seemed filled with all sorts of odd trinkets.
	Shaking his head, he looked down, and knelt to pick up a box leaning against the wall between the two stores, but seemingly part of the "Old Games - all $10" shelf on this side.  It was surprisingly nice to be in that pile, he thought - a carved wooden box that looked fairly old.  Well, maybe he'd gotten lucky and found a misplaced collectors item.  Or, more likely, the game was just faked to look like this.  He looked at the name and snorted.
	"Cumanji, huh?  Right."
	The box wasn't overtly sexual, and a quick glance inside showed wooden and stone pieces and a snaking board surrounding a small glass half-sphere in the middle.  But it still looked like it should cost more than $10.  He glanced at the back and saw a neat little inscription.  At first he thought it was in some strange language, but then his eyes seemed to adjust and he saw that it read:

		"Roll The Dice and Follow Through,
		Cumanji says what you will do."

	Well, he thought to himself, it's worth a try, and I'm sure I can get more than ten bucks for it if I sell it later.
	"Hon, I think I found something..."

	In the other shop, an old man was wandering from the back room, muttering to himself.
	"Now where did I set that...Ah."
	He stopped in front of the doorway to the game store and frowned - on this side it seemed to be surrounded by an ornate metal border.
	"Dammit, you weren't supposed to turn *on*."
	With a sigh, the man reached out, grabbed the edges of the doorway and pulled.  Suddenly, with a ripple, the door came free of the wall and the man was standing holding a large, oval mirror.  He carefully carried it down the aisle, leaving nothing but a blank wall behind.
	"Magic mirrors, feh," he muttered as he carried it to the back room (marked "Powerful Items, Enter at Own Risk.  Spells 'R Us will not be held responsible for any disintegration, polymorphing, or other alteration of state that may result."), "always got a mind of their own."

	Kim giggled as she jumped in the front door a half step ahead of her twin brother, Eric.
	"Hah!" she grinned, panting slightly, "I win - I get to choose the movie."
	Kim was slim and dark, with short black hair, and her light skin and blue eyes made her striking.  She was very cute in a geeky way - small breasts under her blue t-shirt, and narrow hips under her jeans made her look almost boyish.  In fact she had always been something of a tomboy, and had always been fairly shy.  In the last year, however, her very attractive, pixie-ish face had started to draw a lot of attention from boys at school - attention which she had mostly avoided, having no idea how to handle it.
	"Yeah, yeah," Eric muttered, following his sister in the door, "you get to convince mom to give you the keys, though."
	Her brother, although her twin, looked nothing like her. He was large - standing about a foot taller than his sister at nearly six two, with his father's solid frame.  Although his arm wasn't as good as his dad's, his speed was quite a bit better, as his letter as a senior running back on the football team indicated.  He was confident and handsome, lacking any of his sister's shyness.
	Kim twirled and skipped into the living room, looking around for her parents before hearing the shower running upstairs.  She knew they were having Sam and Diane over - she kind of wanted to stay to see Sam (she'd had a crush on him for as long as she could remember), but the movie started at seven and she certainly wasn't going to see Eric's choice at 7:30.  As she walked past the coffee table, she noticed a large wooden box sitting open.
	"Hey what's this?"
	Eric stood up from petting their german shepherd, King, and walked over to his sister, leaning over her to look at the odd game.  It seemed to have four pieces set up in the large square at the top, all shaped like little men and women, although generally abstract in form.  Eric reached over and picked up one of the other pieces lined up along the side and looked at it.  It was shaped a little like him, oddly enough.  He set it back down with the group of four.
	"Weird.  Must be some game mom and dad are going to play with Sam and Diane."
	"Hey, look at this one,"  Kim whispered, having bent over the board.  Eric crouched down and saw that there was another piece, partway up the board.  He blushed when he got a closer look - this one was incredibly detailed, and seemed to be a small, naked, foreign-looking woman (Indian, maybe?).  What made him blush, though, was that she was clearly in a sexual pose, on all fours with her legs spread behind her, and one hand held up near her mouth as if wrapped around whatever her mouth was also sucking on.  The body was so detailed he could make out the folds of her...
	Kim coughed, and he looked at her, seeing she was as red as he was.  She had absently picked up the dice from the box and was shaking them in her hand.  They both turned a little guiltily at the sound of someone coming downstairs.
	"What are you guys doing home?"  Cathy asked in surprise, "I thought you were going out tonight."
	"We were," Eric responded, "But nothing was playing at the Southview.  We wanted to see if we could borrow the car to go to Westlake..."
	Cathy started to say something - and then paused as her eyes flicked to the box on the table.  Eric almost thought she looked embarrassed.
	"Hey, you guys weren't messing with the game, were you?"
	"Game?" Eric said, innocently.
	"I, uh, was just looking at the dice," Kim said, smiling and blushing a bit.
	Cathy again began to answer her kids, but was interrupted by the doorbell.
	"Oh, Sam and Diane are here!"
	She walked over to the door and opened it, without further comment on the board.  Eric looked at Kim and shrugged.
	After a few moments of hellos at the door, Sam and Diane entered the room, followed by Cathy.
	"Hey, didn't think we were seeing you kids tonight," Sam said, smiling at the two.  Eric grinned back at him, and smiled down at his wife, Diane.
	Sam was 33 and about Eric's height, but with black hair.  He was in extremely good shape, as he was the physical education director at the local high school.  His wife, Diane, was tiny - barely five feet - and of asian descent.  An accomplished lawyer, she was also the youngest of the four, though she was known for her sharp wit and occasionally sharper tongue.  Eric had always had a small crush on her, although nothing like his sister's crush on Sam. 
	In fact, Sam was reaching out to hug Kim and Eric saw her turn bright red, as she always did.  He grinned at her, and she stuck her tongue out at him when Sam had turned away.  
	"They were going to a movie, right kids?" Cathy smiled at them and handed them the keys to the car.  Eric was surprised at her sudden trusting nature, but wasn't about to pass it up and grabbed the keys.  He raised eyebrows at his sister.
	"Yup," she said, turning and tossing the dice back into the box, "We're outta...here...hey, that's weird..."
	Eric leaned over to watch what Kim was staring at quizzically.  One of the vaguely women shaped pieces had started to move as the dice rolled to a halt, showing a one and a three.  The five of them gathered around to watch in amazement as the piece slid in next to the five pieces already set up, then slowly began to pace off four squares along the path.
	"That's amazing," muttered Diane in her slight british accent, "What is it, some kind of computerized game?"
	"I...I don't...," Cathy muttered, bewildered.  She certainly hadn't expected anything like this when she opened the box - she had assumed Greg had taken the rules elsewhere.
	"Hey, what's that?"
	The piece had stopped, and suddenly there was a flickering in the globe in the center, which slowly resolved itself into words, eliciting several gasps of surprise from the onlookers.  At first they seemed to be in a strange script, but then quickly changed themselves into english:
	
		"Completely Bare You Must Become,
		A Peep Show Till Next Player Is Done"

	There was a long pause as they all stared at the words floating in the glass.
	"Well what the hell does that mean?" Sam finally said, loudly, eliciting a round of nervous laughter from the group.  They all began talking at once, turning away from the game - all except Eric who was frowning at the board.
	"Must be some kind of magnet..."
	"I didn't think it was that fancy when we got it..."
	"...the game for tonight?  Strange..."
	"Uh, mom?  I think you'd better look at this."
	They all stopped and turned at the sound of Eric's strangled voice.  He was peering down at the piece that had moved.  Cathy bent down to look at it and gasped.
	The piece had gone from an abstract female form to a detailed carving of her daughter, nude, with one hand between her legs, one on her breast, and a look of agonized ecstasy on her face.  Cathy's hand flew to her mouth in horror, and then she whirled at the sound of her daughter's shaky voice.
	"Mom?  I feel...kinda...uh...oh god...oh..," Kim stood there squirming, pulling absently at her shirt while the four of them stared at her.  Then with a whimper she sat on the couch and ripped off her shoes then her socks.  With a sob, she began fumbling at the button of her pants.
	Cathy reached down and grabbed her hands, desperately trying to stop her.
	"Kim!  What on earth are you doing?!!"
	Kim struggled against her mother's hands, trying desperately to undo her jeans.
	"Please, you don't understand.  I have to get them off.  Oh god, please.  MOMMY, PLEASE!!!!"
	It was the desperate tone in her daughter's voice combined with the stunning usage of 'mommy' that made Cathy step back in shock.  Sobbing openly Kim ripped the buttons open and pushed her jeans down her white legs and onto the floor, revealing her black panties.  Turning scarlet she looked up at Sam and then the rest of them, mortified, as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a matching black bra holding her tiny breasts.
	She stared wildly around at the four stunned people looking down at her, hands shaking as she tried to keep what little clothing she had on.  Then with a strangled cry, her hands flew to her panties and she arched her back, sliding them down, revealing her sparse, black bush nestled over the pink folds of her pussy.  A quick lean forward and her bra was freed, joining the pile of clothes in front of the couch.  She leaned back, naked, and shaking with fear and humiliation.
	"Mom, what's going on?!" she sobbed,"I can't control...ohhh...oh god...ohh noo..."
	Cathy choked back a sob as she watched her naked daughter begin to squirm on the couch with small whimpers.  Kim's white chest rapidly became flushed and her breathing began to get heavier as her eyes widened in shock.  The small pink nipples topping her breasts crinkled to what looked like almost painful hardness and her hands flew to them with a moan.  Then she pulled her feet up onto the couch, spreading her thighs so they all could see her suddenly engorged pussy spread open, slick with her juices.  One hand slid down from her breasts and her eyes closed slightly in pleasure as her small fingers slid over the wet folds of her cunt.
	"Ohhhhhhh", she moaned loudly, as her fingers began to rub slowly at her clit, glistening with wetness.
	Eric tore his eyes away from the disturbingly erotic sight of his twin sister frantically masturbating and moaning breathily and looked at the board.  He adjusted his jeans and looked over it, noting that the words were beginning to fade.  He reached down and grabbed the small representation of her and found that it wouldn't budge.
	"It has to be the game."
	"Wh-what?" Cathy stammered, tearing her eyes off of her daughter's enthusiastic self-ministrations.  She and Sam and Diane were all in utter shock, staring at Kim.
	"The game.  It's somehow doing this.  It has to be.  I can't move her piece at all."
	"How do we stop it?" Cathy whispered, trying to ignore her daughter's higher pitched moans.
	"I...I think we have to play."
	"No!" Diane said, turning to them, "We can't!  What if it does something like that to us?"
	Cathy nodded, dazed.
	"We have to," Eric said, "The board said 'Till Next Player is Done'.  If we don't play..."
	He was suddenly interrupted by a high-pitched wail from his sister.
	"UNNNNHH!! UNH UNH UNH UNH UNH UNH UNNNNNHHHH!!!!"
	Kim came with a series of breathy squeals.  Cathy couldn't help noticing how different her daughter sounded when she came - Cathy always came with a low moan (not that she came very often these days).
	"Good god!" Greg's voice came from the doorway, "What the hell...?"
	Sam and Cathy grabbed him as he moved to try to grab Kim, who had now rolled onto her stomach and was thrusting her little ass in the air while she fingered her soaking slit, working her way to a second orgasm.  Cathy frantically explained what had happened to her horror-stricken husband.
	"Well, we can still stop her can't we?!"
	Greg started to move towards Kim to grab her, but as he got within a foot or so of his daughter, he stopped and stood for a moment, shaking.  Cathy reached out a hand, but was afraid to touch him.
	"G-Greg, honey?"
	Greg stood trembling for a moment, face contorted in horror as he stared at his moaning daughter.  Then with a muffled moan, he started unbuckling his pants.  Cathy sobbed and started to grab him, but Eric and Sam grabbed her and held her back.
	"Don't you see?," Sam said, "The game said she was a 'peep show' - like at a porn store.  He obviously just became a customer.  If you get involved, you'll probably end up part of it too.  You don't want that, do you?"
	Cathy moaned in misery and turned away, unable to watch.
	Meanwhile, Greg had gotten his pants unbuckled and slid them down around his ankles.  Suddenly, as he stepped out of them, Kim rolled over onto her back.  Her eyes were red with tears, but like a switch had been flipped when she looked at the man standing in front of her, a sluttish, come-hither suddenly came over her features.  Only her eyes showed the misery she was feeling.
	"Hey there, mister," She cooed to her father, "want a show?  No touching, though..."
	Greg fought it, but then with teeth clenched, the word was forced out, "Yes."
	"Mmm...good..."
	Kim spread her thin legs wide, setting one foot on the floor and throwing the other over the back of the couch.  Her red pussy glistened with wetness and her clit stuck out just a bit - it was clear that she was extremely aroused.  Her small hands played over her young body, stroking around her small breasts and circling her nipples.
	"Why don't you take out your...c-cock," a small sob came out with that word, but then she was back in character, "and tell me what you want to see."
	Cathy moaned at the disgusting words coming out of her daughter's mouth, still not watching.  The other three wanted to look away, but found themselves almost mesmerized as Greg reached into his boxers and pulled out his rock-hard cock.  It was about average sized, but it was almost purple with arousal.  Greg reached down and wrapped one hand around it and began stroking it, still staring at Kim.  A whimper came from his lips, and then he muttered:
	"Play with your pussy for me."
	Kim's breathing quickened and she smiled sluttishly.  One hand began stroking a hard little pink nipple (eliciting a gasp from her) and the other traced down her flat stomach and over the dark curls of her damp pussy.  As her fingers slid over her wet lips, she suddenly displayed an expression of surprise and let out a high squeal of pleasure.
	"Ohhhhh!  Oh, I'm all wet.  Mmmm...that feels so good.  That's right, play with your big cock for me.  Mmmm...I want you to c-nnn-cum for me..."
	She was panting as she fingered herself, watching her father moan slightly as he stroked his cock while staring at her.  Greg was clenching his teeth as if trying to stop himself from saying something, and turning red with exertion.
	"Yes, tell me what you want, baby," Kim muttered, the dirty words sounding absurd coming from the innocent looking teenager, "tell me what dirty thing you want me to do so you'll come hard..."
	"Ngggnnn," Greg fought it, but finally it was forced out in a groan, "P-gg-play with your ass for me."
	Cathy let out a gasp at those words coming from her husband (a missionary-style-only man all their lives), and Eric stared at his father, stunned.   His cock twitched in his pants, though, at his sister's response.  Kim let out a girlish squeal of pleasure at this instruction.
	"Oh, mister, that's so *dirty".  I've never had *anything* in my little behind before.  But if you want to see me do it..."
	Kim slid two fingers inside herself and her eyes closed as she let out a very real moan (that being the first time she'd ever done that to herself), then pulled them out, slick with her pussy juice.  Then she slid her small hand around her ass, pulling her leg up off the floor to show her clean little asshole.  She let out a small yelp as one finger began rubbing her pussy juice around her tight little anus, then slid up to her pussy for a bit more getting it nice and slick.
	Then, still fingering her clit, she slid her wet index finger into her tight little ass, letting out a loud squeal of pleasure, eyes widening in surprise.
	And with a loud grunt, Greg began cumming, spraying his jism all over his daughter.  As the first warm splashes of the white sticky substance hit her, Kim erupted into an orgasm of her own, with another loud series of squeals.
	"OHHH GOD YES AH AH AH AH AH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
	They both seemed to cum forever, Greg spraying stream after stream of white, sticky cum onto Kim's legs, pussy, stomach...one particularly strong shot hit her in the mouth, which she licked up obliviously while her back arched in her own loud orgasm, one finger still in her little ass, and the other hand frantically stroking her clit.
	Finally, Greg stopped cumming and a few seconds later, after a couple of gasping aftershocks, Kim did too.  She seemed oblivious to the cum all over her body (presumably since, in a real peep show, she would have been behind a window).  She continued absently rubbing herself, smearing the cum down there into her the folds of her pussy.  Greg stood over her, gasping for breath.
	"Thanks, mister," Kim moaned breathily,"cum again real soon."
	And with that, they were both suddenly released.  Greg fell backwards and fell to his knees with a moan, while Kim had a brief look of horror cross her face, but only had time to let out one sob before she began playing with herself again, smearing cum all over her thin little body and whimpering in pleasure.
	Sam and Eric dragged Greg away while Cathy stared at him in horror.  He let out a choking sob as he stood and pulled up his pants.
	"Oh god...what did I do?  I...I couldn't stop myself..."
	Sam tried to calm him down while Eric turned back towards the game.
	"Listen, someone has to go next..."
	"No!" Diane cried, "I won't play!  You can't make me!"
	Diane turned and ran towards the front door, but when she reached the open archway leading out of the living room, she bounced back as if she had hit a wall.
	"No...," she moaned.
	"Listen," Eric said, rolling his eyes and walking over to the board, "It's not like it cares if we roll the dice - it's just a stupid box, whatever it's doing.  So I'll just move my piece past hers and that's it."
	Before anyone could say anything Eric reached down and grabbed his piece and set it one space beyond his twin sister's piece.
	Suddenly, with a wrenching sob, Kim pulled her hand away from her moist pussy.  "Oh god...oh god...I couldn't stop...oh god...I've never...oh god..." she pulled her legs up to her chest and curled up into a ball on the couch, sobbing.
	Eric turned back to the rest of them with a lopsided grin.
	"See?  Nothing too it.  C'mon sis, it'll be...what?"
	Eric suddenly noticed that his parents and Sam and Diane (who was quietly crying to herself) were staring past him.  He turned, and saw that the glass in the center of the board was glowing dark red, almost...angry.
	"Uh-oh."
	Suddenly words began to form in the curved surface.
	
		"Cumanji Cannot Be So Fooled
		It Seems You Cannot Follow Rules
		Used You'll Be, A Toy Quite Fine,
		Till Once Again You're Last In Line"

	Eric scowled at the words, trying to make some sense of them.  He turned back to his parents and their friends, who all stared at him in horror.  He shrugged.
	"I don't understand whahh ihht..rrr...hrr..."
	Eric's eyes widened in panic as he found his mouth suddenly wouldn't obey his commands, and suddenly froze in an 'o' of surprise.  He tried to move his arms but found that he was paralyzed!  Then his body began to tingle...
	His mother and father watched as their son's body began to shrink, while his face was frozen in an expression of surprise.  Eric could feel his body shifting, changing.  He  got shorter and shorter, till finally he was about his mother's height.  As he shrank, his clothes seemed to turn to mist and swirl around him, leaving him now a short, naked version of himself.
	Then the tingling increased, centering on his chest and scalp.  He couldn't really see what was happening, but he felt something soft roll down his back, and a weight appear on his chest, then increase.  And in his crotch there was something...missing.  He wanted to scream out as he realized what was happening, but could make no sound.
	The others watched in horror as Eric changed from a tall young man into a short, gorgeous, large-breasted blonde.  His cock shriveled up and pulled inside his body, and was rapidly replaced with an inviting-looking pussy, pink lips hanging down slightly beneath a neatly trimmed blond bush.  His muscled body took on a much softer, slimmer look, as his blond hair became bleached, and tumbled down around his shoulders.  Then his chest began to expand, and expand, until he was sporting a firm pair of DD breasts, with large, very erect nipples.
	His face finally began to change, taking on a heart shape, and his open-mouthed expression of surprise was replaced with a glassy 'I want sex expression', mouth slightly open, seeming to invite something to be placed between his...*her* luscious red lips.
	And suddenly they all realized, as he began to topple backwards, that he wasn't a woman at all - Eric had turned into a gorgeous and incredibly lifelike sex doll.
	Then, just before he hit the floor, breasts bouncing invitingly...he vanished.
	"Eric?!" Cathy cried out, running to where he had disappeared from.
	"Eric?" She moaned quietly, "Where are you?"

	To be continued...



