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 Author: wandrer
Title: Cumanji
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Spells 'R Us
Keywords: magic, mast, humil, mf, inc, tf, tg, doll
Summary: Magical games bought at Spells 'R Us lead to much more depraved
activities than unexpected adventure.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually
explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
coincidental.
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   "Cumanji"

   "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.  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.

   "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?"