Trapped in Stoneby RHMusicShe was part Syrian and part Egyptian on her mother's side, and part English onher father's side. Definitely the most exotic person he had ever had theopportunity to call his girl friend. It was a magical and potent mixture.

They met in a bar on campus. She walked up, sat down, and introduced herself asSurrain, "But just call me Surrey," she said with a smile. Her eyes had atwinkle that entranced him.

"You are beautiful," he replied, then, after gawking a bit, "Oh, and my name isJohn Barrows."That night, and the night after, they stayed together in his dorm room, indelighted exploration. John was completely entranced, she was a taut bundle,inventive, cute, and fun. The third night, they agreed to go to her place.

"Wow!" John exclaimed as he entered. He stepped in an took a tentative steptowards the middle of the room. "This is an incredible apartment!" The room wasnearly a museum, with elegant glass display cases of the netsuke, jade carvings,ivory sculptures, Egyptian coins, and other artifacts.

"Thanks!" she said. "It all belongs to Daddy. He's an art and antiquitiesdealer. Those are all really just indefinite loans," she explained. "He travelsall over looking for available antiquities, especially visiting estate sales andthings like that, where important finds are occasionally brought to light." Shetook him on a tour of the apartment. Each sculptures had a fascinatingbackground and story, of gods, humans, quests, curses, and capturing souls.

Eventually they wandered into the bedroom (which was relatively bare bycomparison), stepped close, and tentatively began to kiss.

= = = = = = = = = = = = =That night John woke with a start. He sat bolt upright and looked around.

"Surrey?" he whispered. She didn't appear to be in the bed or in the room. Johnfelt over to her pillow, and touched a small stone object.

In the dim light, he could tell that it was a small ivory statue, about the sizeof his thumb, but thicker, with an oblong shape. It was a man, about 3 inchestall, squatting on his knees on a small pedestal, arms by his side, leering.

Overall, it was shaped like a bullet... or a penis. John chuckled and looked atit more closely, if this was a fertility statue, then it should have... andthere it was. The man was sporting an oversized penis which lay flat against hisstomach, pointing straight up, carved into the side of the statue. "What willshe think of next?" John wondered if Surrey masturbated with it. The thought wasexciting.

As John studied the statue, he lay back down and, starting to nod off, restedthe figure on his chest. As he dozed off, the figure began to warm, the carvingsappeared to gradually melt away, and, very gradually, reshape themselves...

= = = = = = = = = = = = ="Oh Shit! It worked." Surrey stepped into the bedroom in the morning, She hadspent the night on the couch in the living room. As she opened the room she sawthat John was gone. And in his place, was a small statue, about 3 inches high.

John snapped awake at the sound of her voice and right away knew that somethingwas very wrong. First, he couldn't move! His whole body felt like it was encasedin plaster - although on the outside it felt naked, and sensitive. He shiveredfrom the morning cold.

Second, he panicked when he realized he was not breathing, although he didn'tfeel like he was suffocating. "Is this what it feels like to die?" He wondered.

And finally, the bed looked huge! Instead of merely five feet wide, it looked 20*yards* wide, and god knows how long. John was hysterical. He was completelyimmobilized, he couldn't talk, move, or breath. His mind whirled in frustrationand fright.

"John!" she exclaimed, delighted at her new discovery, but a bit worried. "Inever thought the legend was true! It was just a lark that I tried it." Surreyreach down and gently lifted the statue. John felt her warm, silky fingers closearound him and warm him. His body had become incredibly sensitive, as if all 6feet of his touch sensors had been collapsed into the 3 inch statue. John calmeddown a bit and forced his mind to settle. Surrey lifted him 30 feet into the air(to him), and then walked over to her dressing table.

For the first time, John saw his new form. They both studied the statue in themirror. The carvings on the statue had changed. This time, they were John'sfeatures, a perfect likeness, except not exactly in proportion. In particular,the body was sculpted to be smooth and torpedo shaped, completely bald, about aninch and a half in diameter and 3 inches tall. John was squatting on his kneeson a pedestal. The pedestal had a pencil-sized hole bored through it.

But worst of all, for John, was that he was carved completely naked. His peniswas hard (and felt hard! Eternally hard) and was carved as this huge memberpointing straight up towards his chin, alongside his stomach. Further, hisnipples were large and extended, looking a bit ridiculous, almost as if he hadslight breasts carved in, and his ass were exposed with a deep crack carved in.

The statue, and John, had become pink ivory.

"Oh John," Surrey felt she should be sorry for him, but she couldn't help beingexcited at the discovery. "I never really thought the legend was true! Daddytold me that this was the Iqasirra [ee-kah-SIR-ah], a statue designed to capturethe body and soul of a slave as a plaything for an Egyptian princess. Since hecalls me his Egyptian princess, he thought I should have it. It's the only onein the world... or rather, you are the only on in the world, that we know of. Heacquired it last week from the estate of a British WWI general."She covered her mouth with her hand, in shock. "This must be awful for you!"Surrey realized. She held the statue between her hands, gently warming it. Johnfelt her fingers stoking his naked body. "The reason why I chose last night totry it out, was because of the lunar eclipse, which I know has played a role inEgyptian religious ceremonies. I guess I'm hoping that the next lunar eclipsewill reverse the spell." John was grateful for some element of hope, althoughslim, he was glad there might be a way out.

"Unfortunately," she continued, "the next lunar eclipse, according to my friendsin astronomy, will not be for another 4 months, and even then we'll have totravel to California to view it."John's heart sank. Four months! He was going to miss the entire summer, his lastsummer after college before he would start work. He looked at Surrey feelingdespair.

She looked down at him. "I'm sorry John, I really never thought this wouldhappen." She held him close to her chest, trying to be comforting. John was inshock, unable to comprehend what was happening, expecting the whole thing to bea dream.

John felt his body nestle between her breasts, covered by a thin silky nightshirt.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =The rest of the day was spent doing research. Surrain called her father, notexplaining what had happened, but just asking for more information about thestatue. He passed on several references and Surrey decided to check them out atthe library.

After getting dressed to go out, Surrey looked at John trapped in the statue andwondered if she should take him. She wanted to compare the statue againstpictures at the library, but didn't want it to be lost, or accidentallymisplaced.

"What should I do, John?" She looked at him and noticed for the first time theunusual size of the carved penis. "That's curious" she muttered. It seemed thepenis was a bit pinker than the rest of the statue.

"Wait! I know!". She went to her jewelry chest and fished out a length of silkcord, threaded it through the hole in the pedestal, and hung the statue aroundher neck. "Now, I'll be sure never to leave you behind," she said. She liftedher shirt, slipped the statue inside, and left the apartment.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =This was unexpected for John. He had thought he'd be left on the shelf for theentire 4 months, going insane with boredom while trapped in the statue. Now, hewas upside down, with his head and face nestled between Surrey's massivebreasts, his head barely touching the top of the half-bra that she wore forsupport. As she strolled to the library, her breasts bounced up, gentlyenclosing his entire head and upper body, and then stroked down.

John was beside himself. He was always obsessed with breasts, and especiallySurrey's breasts, which were full, ample, and firm. Now, he was practicallyencased in them, as they stroked his entire body. The sensations were just toomuch.

And his penis felt hard! Well, of course it was hard, it was carved to be hard.

But now, it somehow felt hard and hot, and pulsing.

A friend called out and Surrey stopped to chat. On the last bounce as she turnedaround, her breasts had spread and then trapped the statue deep in her cleavage,John's head actually inside her bra. Her answers were a bit short, she wasanxious to get to the library. He felt hot and moist, and smelled a mixture ofanimal sweat and perfume. Her breasts compressed around him. His penis waspressed hard against her warm baby smooth skin.

Eventually, she said good-bye to her friend and then continued to the library.

As she jogged up the stairs, he was roughly bounced and rubbed between herbosoms and then John lost all control: he orgasmed. No sperm came out, but thesensation was more intense than he had ever experienced. Electric shocks racedthrough his body and he blacked out for a minute from the sensory overload. "Ohjesus," he thought as he woke up, "that was incredible."= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =Surrey reached the section on Egyptian antiquities at the library and startedscanning for books. Hidden in the stacks, she fished into her shirt and pulledthe statue out to take another look.

She was surprised because the statue seemed to be a deeper shade of pink thanshe remembered. Holding up to the light it was definitely darker. How could thisbe?Then she spied the penis. It was an even brighter pink. "Oh, my God!" sheexclaimed, looking at it. She rubbed her hand over it and watched in amazementas the pink turned to red, still as hard as stone.

Her hand involuntarily jerked back. "This is weird," she muttered, watching thered gradually fade from the penis. "I wonder if I'm hurting him?"Surrey again looked around, making sure that no one was watching. She felt a bitembarrassed to be playing with this obvious fertility god in public. Strokinganother man's penis! Maybe it was just a statue, and only 3 inches tall, but itwas still weird and somehow perverted.

But once she thought of it, she couldn't resist trying. She held John in onehand, and then gradually rubbed her finger up and down the carved penis. She wasrewarded when the carved stone cock turned bright pink, then red, and then, forjust a second or so, became a dark purplish color. After that, the color fadedback to pink.

She sat down on the floor, her mind swirling. Yes, John was trapped in thestatue, with some incredibly potent magical powers. Until this point, she hadthought it might be all some trick played by John, in league with her father,although she knew intellectually that that would be impossible. But then, thiswas impossible too!She steadied her breath, found the books she was looking for, and startedstudying. After a while she smiled, knowing now what John must feel, as shedropped the statue back inside her shirt, to nestle between her bosoms.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =As it turns out, the "Catalog of Egyptian Antiquities from Private Collections"was particularly helpful. In it, she found a description of the General who hadfound the statue and the curse surrounding it.

Originally, the statue was owned by an Egyptian princess, Sulemara, also knownas the "Man Eater" for some of the particularly nasty things she had done to oneor two of her princes. There was even a carved drawing, in her tomb, showingSulemara stroking a penis-shaped statue. It is these two facts combined whichled to the legend.

It was discovered, along with hundreds of other items by Egyptian archeologistsin 1803 as they were excavating in the neighborhood of the Rosetta stone,probably it was originally hidden in a temple there by an Egyptian Priest whomay have acquired it through personal service to the princess (or who may havestolen it). After discovery, it seemed to be merely cataloged and stored. Then,Brigadier General Lewis, well known for his admiration of antiquities, acquiredit when Egypt was occupied by the British for a time during the second worldwar, apparently as a present from a local politician.

The Brigadier was apparently quite proud of the statue, although it wasnaturally too lewd to bring up in polite company. He ended up giving it to hisonly son, Robert, upon his graduation from Oxford.

Strangely, about 2 years later, the son disappeared while visiting home, and waslater found, dead from exposure in a neighboring field. This strange occurrencewas widely reported and the papers suggested that a curse from one of theBrigadier's Egyptian antiquities had been responsible.

Which brings us to the present, when Surrain's father inspected and purchasedthe statue from the estate of the Brigadier, who's widow had recently died atthe ripe old age of 98.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =That night, after a whole day wrapped in Surrey's bosoms, John was ready for arest. Surrey placed him on her bureau, had a shower, and then laid in bedreading. After a minute she looked up and saw the statue, with John trappedinside, looking at her.

"I wonder if you're cold?" she mused, as she stood up and walked over. Shepicked up the statue, thought for a second, and then opened a drawer. Inside wasa jumble of bras, panties, tap pants, and other lingerie. She wrapped the statuein a pair of her silk panties, and then put him into the drawer. All herundergarments smelled of baby powder and perfume. "It's official, I'm inheaven," John decided.

"There, since I need to wear underwear every day, I will never forget youthere." With a wicked grin she reached down and began stroking his penis throughthe silk panties. The panties were all around him, so he felt his entire bodycaressed by silk. It only took about 15 seconds before he climaxed, for the 4thtime that day. She kept stroking, it was nearly painful because he was sosensitive.

After a few more seconds, Surrey stopped, closed the drawer, turned out thelights, and went to bed.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =John woke to bright sunlight as Surrey opened the lingerie drawer. "You arethere!" she exclaimed, "I had convinced myself that it was all a dream." Shelifted the ivory figure, disentangled it from a bit of panty lace, and thencarried it to the kitchen.

"I had thought I was dreaming too," John thought, in resignation. He was glad tohave slept, however, for he was a bit afraid that he might not be able to in hisnew state. His dreams had been filled with exotic images of female figures,Egyptian princesses, and slavery. "Will I dream about these things every night?"he wondered. Thoughts of a slavish devotion to Surrain had insinuated into hisdreams that night and caressed his frame him as he woke.

Surrey fixed a cup of coffee as she looked thoughtfully at the statue. The peniswas just a little pinker than the rest. She reached out idly and stroked it.

Instantly, it turned bright pink, then red.

"Rock-hard morning hard-on?" She asked, playfully. She took another look and wasstruck by an idea. Surrey jumped up and fetched some cold water from therefrigerator, and a paper towel.

Soaking up some water from the towel, she dabbed the water on the carved ivorypenis.

Instantly, the penis lost all color, becoming a natural ivory shade of white.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, wiping the cold water off with a dry towel.

John, meanwhile, was trying to recover. "God, that's cold!" he shuddered inside,shivering. "What the hell is she doing: torturing me?""I have an idea, John," Surrey explained. "I want to ask you a question. If theanswer is 'Yes', then think sexy thoughts to make your penis get red." Shepaused for a second. "I hope this works."Surrey sat up, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and then leaned over to look atJohn intently. "OK, first question, and by far the most important." She paused,"can you hear me, and do you understand me?"After holding her breath for two seconds, a pause, and then .... Yes! The carvedcock was getting pink, then red!"All right!" Surrey clapped her hands and fisted the air. "We can communicate!"She applied more cold water to the penis, which quickly returned to ivory again.

"This is great," she exulted in her cleverness. "OK, now I'm going to ask you aseries of questions, and I hope and pray that all of the answers are 'No'.

Because, otherwise, we could be in serious trouble."Surrey started her questions. "First, are you suffocating, or do you havetrouble breathing when your face is covered?" She looked carefully, held up awatch, but after 30 seconds there was no change. She was relieved. Of course,there were no apparent holes through which he could breath, but she was stillglad that John appeared to be OK.

"Second, are you starving?" The mouth was just a carved indentation, so she hadno idea of how to feed him if he was. Fortunately, after half a minute or so,there was no change.

"Does it hurt when you hang upside down?" No change.

"Here's a strange question which I thought of last night: Do you experience timeany slower or faster than before?" No change.

"Does it hurt when I pick you up or hold you?" No change.

"Now, I've been wondering if we should notify your family about your problem.

Only I'm sure they would never believe me. So, I was planning to just pretendthat you are a missing person until we can figure out how to get you out ofthere. Do you object to that plan?"John thought it over. He realized that he was completely dependent on Surrey,and that there was nothing his family could do to help. So, reluctantly, heagreed by thinking unsexy thoughts (ice cold water, rugby, and MargaretThatcher). The penis showed no change.

"Good!" She was very relieved. Then she smiled wickedly.

"Do you want to be my pendant when I go out Jogging?"Surrey laughed. It had only taken 1/2 a second for the penis to turn bright red.

She stroked the penis some more. "I'll go get ready!"= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ="Ms. Surrain must be the smartest person alive," mused John, grateful for thechance to communicate, however limited. The amount of relief he felt thatsomeone could *listen* was enormous.

Surrey stepped out of the apartment and down the steps, put the cord around herneck and slipped the statue into her shirt. The face of the statue with Johntrapped inside rested on her sports bra. After a quick stretch, she took off.

"Oh Boy, [whomp!] this [whomp!] is not as [whomp!] fun as I thought [whomp!] itwould [whomp!] be!" John thought. Each step and the statue bounced up and down,slamming down on Surrey's breasts, moving easily within the loose T-Shirt.

Surrey stopped. "This is really not working," she said to John, pulling him out.

"Let's try this instead!" She hooked a finger into the sports bra, pulled itout, and buried the statue deep in her cleavage, between her breasts. As she letgo of the bra, it tightened and squeezed her tits together, tightly trappingJohn and squeezing all around the statue. The breasts were so big in comparisonto the statue, it was like being pressed between two large bean-bags, exceptthat they were smooth and soft skin.

John was literally drowning in hot, sweaty tit flesh. All parts of his body weresqueezed and trapped, rubbing deep in Surrey's cleavage.

Surrey patted her chest and took off jogging for a second time. The first joltwas enough to send John over the edge: he climaxed. But the intense, full-bodymassage continued, rubbing silky skin over his entire body from head to toe. Hisclimax had just begun to subside, the peak had just been reached and passed,when he found the forced stimulation and intimacy getting him excited again! Hefought it for a minute or so, then succumbed and climaxed again. There seemed tobe no end to his orgasms. This must have be a side-effect of the magic which hadtrapped him, his new ability to feel such intense pleasure for longer periods oftime and to stay so near the peak of orgasm.

"And to think," Surrey said out-loud. "I always buy my sports bras two sizes toosmall, just to make sure that everything stays put!" She giggled at the thoughtof this horny figurine trapped between her swinging breasts. "That lecherouslittle rock," she thought, "I bet I can think of some things to really blow afuse or two!"= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =After a 4-mile jog, Surrey was finished. She disrobed on the way to thebathroom. The cock on the statue was a very dark purple. "Oh you poor thing!"she said in mock sympathy. "Here, let me take care of that for you." She strokedthe carved penis and was rewarded when the purple peaked and then graduallyfaded to red, then pink. "There now, isn't that nicer?"Little did she know that it was John's 8th orgasm since the start of the jog. Ithad been, without a doubt, the most extended and mind-blowingly exhaustingexperience he had ever had. He almost lost track of where one climax ended, andwhere the next began. He was ready for a rest. Ice cold water would bewonderful.

As they entered the bathroom, Surry idly stroked the statue over her nipples,while kicking off her shoes. She took off her socks which landed to the floorwith a splat, they were heavy with sweat. "I think we'll go to the physics labtoday." She said out-loud. I have a friend there who might be able to help seewhat makes you tick.

"But first," she continued, "you'll be safe here!" And with that, she picked upher gym sock, wrapped it around john, literally dripping, and the stuffed thebundle into the toe of her sneaker. John couldn't help it, it was so rank anddegrading that he orgasmed again.

Surrey stepped into the shower, giggling with how wicked she had become.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = =The physics lab was a complete bust. The only reading of any kind which they gotfrom the statue was a slight infrared emission. "Probably left over from yourbody heat." Jim told Surrey.

Jim was a nice friend, Surrey thought to herself, but she wondered how good atphysics he really was. Anyway, the statue showed no magnetic, radioactive,X-Ray, alpha particle, radio, or electrical emissions of any kind.

Naturally John was mortified at being displayed in the open to this stranger.

After all, he was completely naked! And there was nothing he could do, trappedas he was, to cover himself up. If only his figure didn't have such a largecock, such large nipples, and that leering expression.

Worse, Jim laughed out-loud when he first saw the statue, and would have calledin the other grad students if Surrey hadn't stopped him at the last minute.

"Why do you think this thing has energy inside it anyway?" Jim asked.

"Well," Surrey hesitated, "because of this." She rubbed the ivory cock on thestatue to a healthy pink. John just about died from embarrassment.

"Hey that's great!" John laughed at how over-the-top this trinket was. "But it'sno big deal, just heat sensitive. Dozens of chemicals do that. Maybe it's a moodstatue!" He laughed, thinking himself very clever.

Surrey rolled her eyes. Seeing that there wasn't anything more to do, shethanked Jim, put the figurine around her neck, and left the lab. "It might be amood statue," she mumbled to herself, "but not in the way that you think!"= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =That afternoon, Surrey got a call from her friend Janice. "Come with us to amovie," Janice asked, "it's starring Daniel Day Lewis, hoot, hoot!" Surreylaughed and agreed to join them for a "Ladies Night Out". There was nothing elseto do anyway, since it was Sunday night.

As she dressed for the evening (Jeans and a T-shirt), she wondered if she shouldbring the statue. "Do you want to join me for a movie?" She asked John. "Youwon't be able to see anything, 'cause I'll have to keep you out of sight."Even though, John wanted to go. The penis turned red.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =After the movie, the clutch of girlfriends decided to get a late-night snack ata local diner. After the main course, they sat chatting over coffee and desert.

"Guess who I saw today, Surrey?" Janice asked, looking like a tease. Janice wasSurrain's closest friend. They had been roommates when they were undergrads.

Janice was from New York, tall, thin, small sharp features, with short blackhair.

"Who?""Why, Jim in the physics lab!" Janice showed a grin a mile wide.

"So?" Surrey tried to affect an air of indifference.

"Well, he says you have an Egyptian fertility statue, which you carry with you.

Is that true?" The other girls all looked at Surrey with naughty delight.

"That good-for-nothing gossip," Surrey grumbled, "I swear I'll kill him!""So, is it true?" April asked. April was Janice's current roommate. Her body wasmore fleshy and voluptuous, with larger bosoms and long brown hair.

"Yes, it is." Surrain sighed in resignation.

Meanwhile, John, hidden in Surrey's shirt, was listening to this conversationwith trepidation. "Don't tell them!" He prayed to himself. He did not want to beexposed in front of these strangers in such a blatantly sexual and naked pose.

"Well, let's see it!" Cory was a former lab partner of Surrey's, who lived closeby. Cory was athletic and tall. All of the girls joined in to the chorus. "Yes!Lets!"Surrey realized that she could not ignore her friend's pleas, and she knew theywould be offended if she became upset. So, Surrain reached in and pulled out thestatue.

"Noooooo!" Thought John, in horror. He felt very, very small as he was placed onthe table for all to see. Cold, shivering, and exposed. If only he didn't havesuch a lewd grin on his face! John nearly fainted from shame.

The girls spontaneously burst out in gales of laughter. The statue was soperverted, and the cock was so oversized, and the expression was so dirty, thatthey just couldn't help themselves. They all leaned closer to take a close look.

John felt their eyes boring into them. He felt as if he were on display to theentire restaurant!"Where'd you get it? Why are you wearing it? What's it for?" They were full ofquestions. Surrey tried to answer them all, explaining that it was a very rareand very old Egyptian artifact from her father, that it was a fertility statueintended to entertain Egyptian princesses, and that she carried it with herbecause of it's sentimental value. This didn't quite ring true to her friends,of course, but they let it go, imagining that Surrey kept it with her becauseshe delighted in being depraved and rebellious.

April reached out to touch the penis. As she stroked it, she gasped when itturned a bright red. "Look at that!" she exclaimed. The other girls' eyeswidened in amazement.

"Ummm," Surrey faltered, "Jim says that parts of it are heat sensitive, and soit change color when it gets warm." Surrey knew different, of course. Would herfriends figure out the truth?John's brain had frazzled completely. A recurring nightmare of his was now beingrealized: naked, exposed, in the middle of a restaurant, unable to coverhimself, trapped, with four beautiful women staring at him closely, and watchingas his cock became bright red. He was mortified.

Delighted, all three of Surrey's friends reached over to stroke the statue. Johnfelt three sets of fingers stroking all over his body, around the tip of hishead (which was, unaccountably, very sensitive), over his back and ass, over hisexposed and sensitive nipples, and (of course) up and down his cock, whichquickly became dark purple, and then peaked as he quickly climaxed. "I am sick!"he screamed to himself, "I am getting off on being trapped and humiliated inpublic!""Why is it getting lighter?" Cory, the chemistry major, was fascinated.

"Jim thought that it might have two competing chemicals, so that after a pointit would get lighter rather than darker." Surrey had quickly made that up,hoping Cory would buy it. "It's still something of a mystery..." she trailedoff, hoping no one would notice.

"You know what it looks like," Cory continued, "it looks like it just climaxed!"Now, that was hilarious! John shrank in shame as they attracted the attention ofthe rest of the restaurant who looked over at the rambunctious girls.

"Let's try an experiment!" Cory exclaimed, reaching for the statue. BeforeSurrey could stop her, Cory had dunked it, head first, into her ice water!The water hit John's body and chilled him to the bone. All color from the statuedisappeared completely, and it turned a natural ivory color with no pinkwhat-so-ever.

"Goodness!" April interjected. "It looks like the entire statue *is* heatsensitive, not just the... [she whispered aware of other tables nearby], the...

[the other girls looked at her, snickering, knowing what she was going to say]...the penis!" This brought on more giggles.

Both Surrey and John groaned. This was getting out of hand.

"Let's try this!" Janice reached out and plucked the statue away from Cory. Thenshe proceeded to dip the figurine into her tall, double amaretto cappuccino.

It was hot, but not scalding. The cappuccino had cooled to the point where itwas drinkable. Still, the statue came out flushed and bright pink. Somehow, thepenis was darker than the rest.

"Well, that proves it!" Janice said, "it is definitely heat- sensitive."Janice looked at the statue, now dripping with coffee and amaretto, gettinglighter as it cooled off. Not wanting to waste any of the cappuccino, and notthinking about what she was doing, she put the statue in her mouth, and thennoisily licked and sucked off all of the coffee.

Janice paused, the penis-shaped statue still half in her mouth, and looked atthe other girls, wondering why they were staring at her with such stunnedexpressions. Then she realized what she was doing: sucking an ancient Egyptiandildo in public!"Oh Jesus," she gasped, then quickly pulled the statue out of her mouth and hidit in her lap. The other girls started smiling, then burst out laughing. Janicelooked around to see if anyone else in the statue had seen her display.

John, meanwhile, trapped in the statue, had just undergone a variety ofexperiences. First, fondled by three curious females, then dipped in ice-coldwater, then dipped in hot scalding coffee, and then plunged whole-body into awarm mouth, which slurped and washed his whole body and all of his exposed and(formerly) private parts. "This must be what a spoon feels like," he mused,dipping with saliva from head to toe, and with a bright-red cock.

"Oh Janice, that was priceless!" April cried out, laughing so hard that tearswere pouring down her eyes. "Let's see some more of that technique! I think Icould learn something!"Janice stuck her tongue out at them and put the statue back onto the table top.

Her face was stop-sign red with acute embarrassment ("Serves her right!" thoughtJohn, himself also embarrassed and exposed). "I was just licking off thecoffee," Janice tried to explain, sputtering. The rest of the girls justdissolved into more laughter.

"Here! It's my turn!" Cory reached out and grabbed the statue, her laughssubsiding. She turned slightly away towards the wall, so that no one else in therestaurant could see, and then started to tongue the tip of the ivory statue, onthe head. Cory smiled and the other girls broke into more giggles at thedisplay.

"Oooh baby," Cory joked, mocking sexual excitement, "I love it when you tastelike decaf!" Her tongue swirled further around the figurine, as she gradually,but surely, sucked the entire body into her mouth, and then bobbed it in an outlike giving a blow job to real penis.

John was unable to hear Cory's sarcastic comments, as her tongue wetly circledand washed around his head, over his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. When Cory drewhim completely into her mouth, he came right away, his whole body alive withdeep humiliation and wet saliva stimulation.

"OK, Girls, girls!" Surrey reached over and snatched the statue from Cory. "Ithink that that's enough. This is a rare artifact, after all. Please treat thispenis with a little respect.""Why should I?" countered Janice, "I certainly don't treat any other penis withrespect!"The evening had sunk to a new low.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =Later that night Surrey apologized to John. "It really got out of hand, I'msorry. I'll have to avoid that sort of display in the future. Were you hurt inany way?"She watched the statue carefully, but the carved ivory cock stayed the samelight shade of pink.

Surrey settled down in bed and carefully examined the sculpture for damage. "Itlooks like you're OK." She paused for a second. "It must have been humiliating,to be exposed and naked like that in the middle of a crowded publicrestaurant... especially with three loud and giggling girls playing with you.

I'm really sorry that you had to live through it."John looked at Surrey staring down. His mind flashed to his experience in therestaurant, and, against his will, his penis reddened. John groaned inside,apparently just the thought of his degradation was enough to cause him to getexcited.

Surry looked closer. "What's this?" she asked. John tried to think un-sexythoughts, but failed. "Do you like being given a full-body blow-job?" She askedhim, point blank. John gave up any attempts at control. The carved ivory cockturned a deep shade of red.

"Well, we can certainly help you there!" Surrey kissed the tip of thepenis-shaped figure, then kissed it all over - over John's nipples, face, back,buns, toes, and cock. Her kisses were warm and caressing.

Next, her tongue poked out, and started licking lightly over all parts of thestatue's body. Over the head, down the side of the face, in and out of each eye,over the nose and lips, around the neck, playing lightly (but wetly) over thenipples, around the stomach, over each bun, wiggling into the ass crack asdeeply as possible, and then up and down the penis shaft, and over the balls.

John climaxed for the first time under the delicate stimulation as his everynook and cranny was explored.

Finally, Surrey drew the entire figure into her mouth, feeling each bump andcurve on her tongue and cheeks. John felt his entire body being engulfed,completely surrounded by flesh, and tongue, and drenched with saliva. Thestimulation was incredible, her whole mouth was alive, massaging, undulating. Hequickly came a second time.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = =The next morning Surrey joined Janice on her way to Aerobics. They both didMonday morning Aerobics at the College Gym, before concentrating on theirgrad-student studies for the rest of the week.

"My god," Janice exclaimed, "last night was a blast. I hope the statue was OK.""It's fine," Surrey answered. "I couldn't believe you guys!"As they changed into tights and leotards, Janice noticed that Surrey was stillcarrying the statue. "Are you still carrying that with you?"Surrey looked up. "Yeah. It's sort of a good-luck charm.""You lech!"Surrey stuck out her tongue at Janice. "It's suppose to be a secret, you know."They finished up and walked into the gym for the aerobics session. As theinstructor started on the warm-ups, Surrey felt a little tug at the back of herneck. She turned around and saw Janice grinning at her. "What?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing!" Janice replied. They started their warm-ups.

When they got to the jumping jacks, Surrain took two jumps and felt the statuebegin to slither down the front of her leotard. "That horrible sneak!" Surrythought. Apparently, Janice had untied the string holding John around her neck.

The instructor called out, "What's wrong Surrey? Let's keep up! Jump higher!"Surrey sighed, it was obvious that she couldn't stop to fix the string. She'djust have to grin and bear it. She continued her jumping jacks, and felt thestatue work it's way lower and lower, every time she hit the ground.

John had felt the loosening of the string as soon as Janice had untied the knot.

The statue didn't move initially, trapped as it was between Surrey's breasts andleotard. But it only took two bounces during the jumping jacks, and John brokefree of the bosoms, and slid down her chest, deeper into the leotard, which feltlike a tent to John, except that the floor was Surrey's hot and sweaty abdomen.

Surrey hoped no one would notice the little bulge working it's way down herstomach. It seemed to have reached the waistband of the tights and then stopped.

Fortunately, everyone (except Janice, of course!) appeared to be concentratingon their exercise.

After jumping jacks there came a series of energetic stretching and working ofvarious muscle groups.

"Oh!" Surrey exclaimed. During their left-right body twists, the statue hadgradually worked it's way underneath the waistband of her tights. She dreadedwhat was coming next.

"OK! Running in place!" the instructor called out. The entire room started tojog energetically.

John felt the head of the statue work it's way into the waistband of the tights.

When Surrey started to jog, each step seemed to drill the figurine deeper anddeeper into the tights.

"What's that?" John wondered, feeling a little tickling around his face. "Oh mygod! It's her pubic hair!" John came almost instantly (it was his 2nd time sincethe aerobics started).

Each step of Surrey caused the statue to edge its way further and further in,working insistently into the crotch of her tights. His face was now buried inher pubic hair, like rolling in tall grass. As he worked further down, thetights and leotard became tighter and tighter, pressing his face and body harderand deeper into her crotch.

"More jumping jacks!" the instructor commanded. To Surrey, it seemed that theentire class was designed to move the statue into the most intimate andembarrassing position possible. "Higher Surrey!" The instructor scolded.

That was enough. Two high jumping jacks and the face of the statue dropped tothe top of Surrain's pussy, where it was mashed into her clitoris by her tightsand leotard.

"Oh gosh!" Surrey stumbled, dropping to her knee. The stimulating touch of thestatue was far more powerful than she expected! She gasped, breathing deeply,and then weakly got back to her feet. "My god," she thought, "I almost came!"Surrey had never experienced nerve stimulation so strong, "is there somethingspecial about the statue which causes this?" she wondered, "or is it just thatI've been horny for so long?"The instructor and Janice both rushed up to Surrey. "Are you all right?" sheasked.

"I'm fine," Surrey responded, trying to hide the suspicious bulge in her crotch.

"Here, I can continue." She took a few test jumps, and then got back into therhythm. The instructor and Janice both went back to their places.

Each jumping jack stretched the fabric of her crotch extremely tight, mashingthe statue hard onto her clit, causing Surrey to gasp. After two more jumps: shecame. Hard.

"Ohhh!" a groan spontaneously burst from her lips. She faltered, shuddered, butregained her balance and continued.

Seeing that something was definitely not right with Surrey, the instructordecided to slow down the pace. "OK, on your hands and knees. Now, stretch outyour left leg behind you, 1, 2, 3, now your right leg. All the way, Surrey!"Surrey was grateful for the slower pace, and now the bulge in her crotch wouldbe less noticeable. Unfortunately, as she got onto her hands and knees andstretched out her leg, she realized that the stretching caused the statue toslide about an inch up and down her pussy slit, rubbing her clit maddeningly.

John felt his head now engulfed by Surrain's pussy, with his entire head wrappedand enclosed with wet female sex. Surrey was extremely horny and her vagina wasflowing copiously, and John was drenched with pussy juice, it had worked its wayinto every crevice of the statue. John's penis was rubbing up against the top ofSurrey's slit, back and forth, over her clit. He orgasmed again.

Two more leg stretches and Surrey came for a second time, this time even morepowerfully. Her arms became rubbery the orgasm washed over her and she collapsedon the floor.

Surrey finally realized that trying to continue was ridiculous. She got up andquickly walked out of the room, red-faced. As she turned the corner out of sightfrom the class, she collapsed on the floor with a third orgasm.

The instructor walked over to Janice. "Do you think she'll be OK?""Oh, ah... sure!" Janice replied. She saw several faces of the class looking ather for an explanation. "Ummmm," Janice improvised, "She's just recovering froma stomach infection. Nothing to worry about!"= = = = = = = = = = = = = =That night, Surrey crawled into bed with her purse. She opened it up, unwrappedthe ivory figurine, and examined it. Surrey started to get wet just from holdingit. "My god," she said out-loud, "what have you done to me... I've become anymphomaniac!"After the embarrassment in the aerobics studio, Surrey had undressed and wrappedJohn tightly into her (very wet and soiled) used pair of panties, and then putthe statue in her purse. John had stayed there, tightly wrapped with the smellsof sex, perfume, sweat, and urine assaulting his sense of smell all day.

Surrey, for her part, could not get the statue out of her mind. She spent theday at the library chasing down reference material for her dissertation,mindless and tedious work. She was generally a disciplined worker, however, andwith the use of check-lists she made it through the day and was mostlyproductive.

Occasionally, however, when her mind wandered to the sensations in the aerobicsstudio, she would freeze, and something approaching a mini-climax should shudderthrough her body. She would feel goose bumps rise, and her fingers mightabsent-mindedly reach into her purse to stroke the statue a few times before shecame to her senses and quickly snapped it shut.

Sitting in bed that night, Surrey tried to figure out what to do. The firstoption was to have cold showers and try to put the statue aside. The secondoption was to use it as much as possible and perhaps the stimulation would wearoff, or she would become tired of it. But what if she became truly addicted toit? Was it possible to become completely addicted to orgasms achieved from adildo? Judging from the power of her orgasms this morning, it certainly seemedpossible.

Her brain seemed to be locked up and totally frozen with indecision. She was inthe process of trying to decide just how to make a decision when she noticedthat her fingers, taking the initiative, were lightly stroking the statue. Shewatched her hand with amusement, operating independently of her brain, as itstroked and toyed with the shaft of the statue. As this continued, she realizedthat an electric sensation was passing down her arm and suffusing throughout herbody, causing her nerve endings to tingle. It was a sensation of excitement, forsure, but more than that, she had a sense of urgency. A compelling sense of anurgent need, which seemed to be radiating from the statue.

Her left hand lightly worked it's way to her pussy and began to stroke her slitthrough the panties, lightly with her fingernails at first.

"What's happening to me?" She asked, out-loud. "Is this what an addiction feelslike?"Surrey watched her hands, which operated like robot arms under some outsideremote control. Somehow, she couldn't control them, or she couldn't bringherself to control them, the sensations were too strong. Her right hand was nowrubbing the statue lightly over her nipples which thrust out, exposed. Her lefthand had made now a deep furrow into her panties as it stroked ever moreurgently over her sex.

Surrey felt her self control slipping away, gradually, as the statue and it'scontrol over her body became absolute in its desire to excite and stimulate her.

Being a fiercely independent and self confident individual, she held back,struggling internally to hold onto the hope that she could gather her wits andput the statue aside. But as the stimulation continued, she realized that it wasa lost cause, and the statue began to control her in earnest.

Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties and slipped them off. Shetightly squeezed her legs together, stimulating her clit by the pressure. Thestatue worked its way from her nipples up to her mouth, where it lightly rubbedagainst her lips, before she started to kiss and lick it.

Meanwhile, John, trapped in the statue, felt sexual energy flowing everywhereSurrain touched. He had been increasingly frustrated all day long, feeling hisenergy gradually building, wondering why it didn't cause the statue to explode.

As Surrey stroked him, he felt a rush of excitement, and came right away.

Then, as she started to kiss and lick the statue, John felt her lips surroundinghis head, rubbing over his face. Her tongue was two feet wide as it trailed overhis body, working it's way into every nook and cranny, washing his penis insaliva.

John knew what was coming next. Surrey gradually traced the statue down herbody, between her bosoms, and, gently, tentatively, into the bush which was herpussy hair. John felt his face thrust wetly into her sopping pussy as the firstjolt of energy passed between them. Surrey was so struck by the jolt that herbody arched up at least a foot in the air.

"Arrg!" Surrey screamed! She had never felt a sensation like that before! It waslike pure orgasm had surged between the statue and her clitoris. She pressed iturgently into her slit and stroked another quick orgasm to life. "Oh god!" shesaid, as a third hummed its way through her body.

John felt Surrey spasming around him, and he climaxed as well, feeling hispent-up sexual energy flowing into Surrain. "There's plenty left" he thought. Ithad been a long and frustrating day.

Surrain gave up all pretenses, and thrust the statue deep into her pussy.

John was plunged head-first into the sopping wet pussy. He slid in easily, andher pussy walls surrounded his entire body, rubbing pussy juice and hot fleshover every millimeter of his body. He had been swallowed whole by a woman'svagina, with membranes pulsing, pressing, and oozing around him, with his headand face wedged into the deepest, darkest, wettest space of all.

Surrey frantically rubbed her clit while thrusting the statue into her vagina asdeep as possible, so that John's head was bumping hard against her cervix. Sheclimaxed a fourth time, this time the hardest of all. John felt the musclesaround him clamp down hard, and then rhythmically grasp around him, pussy juicessquishing around him, crushing him with its violent spasms.

Surrey relaxed against the bed, letting the orgasm wash over her and graduallyebb away, shivering with goosebumps. She reached down and pulled the statue out,which came out with a gush of juices that dribbled down, over her anus, and ontothe bed.

Surrey was exhausted, and so was John. Her breath came out in gasps as shegulped air to try and recover. The statue lay against her thigh.

Somehow, the hand holding the statue began to move on its own again. Lightlyrubbing the statue up and down her thigh, then over her pubic hair, then rubbinglightly against her clit.

"What am I doing?" she wondered wildly, somehow too wiped out to stop her ownhand! "I am possessed! This could kill me!" But then she felt, deep inside, shedid have another orgasm growing. A warm spot, deep inside her soul, wasbeginning to throb with pleasure.

This time, too exhausted to resist, Surrey gave up almost at once. She thrustthe statue back into her wet pussy, where it slid in easily. Automatically herlegs propped up to give her better access, with her ass raised slightly.

Then, without thinking, she did what she always did next with a dildo. Shereached a hand down, underneath her leg and buttocks, and grasped hold of thestatue from behind. Then she pulled it out, spread her buttocks, and pushed thehead of the statue to the opening of her puckered anus.

"NOOOOOO!!!" John screamed. But of course, Surrey couldn't hear. He felt Surreypress his head against her anus, this time with more urgency.

Surrey's anus was tingling. She liked being penetrated anally, and she felt aneed. It was a deep itch which could only be scratched by being filled with ahard dildo as deep as possible in her anus.

The head of the statue, lubricated with pussy juice, was slowly worked past thesphincter muscle. John felt the incredibly tight muscle wrap around his head,wrapped so tightly there was no room for movement or wiggling, except to godeeper.

Surrey applied more pressure and the statue went deeper. The Sphincter was nowtightly wrapped around John's upper body, and his head was completely engulfed.

As he smelled and tasted his surroundings, he came.... HARD.

Surrey somehow felt his orgasm as a tingling electric pulse in her anus. Shestarted rubbing her clit with her free hand and thrust the statue in deeper.

Exhausted from her previous orgasms, this one took longer to build. One handrubbing her clit with more urgency and pressure, and the other insistentlypressing the statue deeper into her ass.

John was now three-quarters of the way in. Surrey's tight anus was desperatelyclutching around his legs, with her intestinal walls were wrapped fully aroundhis body. She groaned, pushed harder, and the entire statue was thrust up herass. John climaxed a second time as he felt his entire body degraded andengulfed by Surrey's most intimate orifice.

That was enough. Surrey pressed hard on her clit one last time, and climaxed.

This time the climaxed hummed through her body, causing convulsions of all hermuscles, as she violently rocked back and forth. John was squeezed, rubbed, andbrutally manipulated by the powerful contractions. He came again.

As Surrey gradually settled down, she began to shake and shiver. As she weaklypulled the covers tightly around her, she wondered at how exhausted she was...

and in a few seconds she was asleep.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = =The next morning, Surrey was incredibly apologetic as she washed the statuethoroughly under warm soap and water. John had spent the night thrust deep intoher ass, completely buried from head to toe. He had come an additional 8 timesthat night, as Surrey moved, rolled over, squeezed her buns or intestinalmuscles. "What kind of sicko am I?" he wondered.

As time wore on, Surrain was able to control her desires for the statue, withdifficulty, although the first week was an exhausting masturbatory orgy. Sheeventually got on with her life and her dissertation. John went with hereverywhere, either tied on a string around her neck, or sometimes (if she wasfeeling very wicked) tucked between her ass cheeks as she wore a tight girdleand a dress.

John lost track of the degrading situations which would cause him to orgasm. Inher shoes, wrapped into her hair as it was made up into a bun, thrust deep intoa sweaty armpit, dangling between her legs as she urinated, trapped between thegroins of two sweaty bodies as she was fucked by a one-night stand with a hugepenis. He loved it. Every day was a new position, a new degradation, and 5 moreclimaxes.

Eventually, on the night of the next lunar eclipse, John and Surrey wereenjoying one last session, with the statue thrust deep, they both climaxed. Thistime the orgasm was predictable, practiced, and, as ever, addictive.

"I'm going to miss you" Surrey sighed, pulling the statue from her sopping pussyand giving it a long kiss. "I have had the most wonderful, pleasurable, andexhausting time. These four months have been incredible." She paused for asecond. "But maybe this is for the best. Another month and I would have beenworn out completely!""Hmmm... somehow, I doubt it." John thought to himself. Even with multipleorgasms a day, somehow he never lost interest, never lost the spark, and wasnever tired. "Egyptian magic," he thought simply, "is powerful."Surrey got out of bed and went to the window of the room. She had reserved aweekend stay at a bread and breakfast on the coast. She saw the moon directlyoverhead, and knew it would be about two hours before the eclipse.

"Good night, my friend." She held John close to her bosom. "I'll see youtomorrow morning."= = = = = = = = = = = = = =The sun rose over the hills and covered the sandy beach below with long shadows.

Early morning joggers padded down the beach at the edge of the ocean.

John rolled over and flopped his arm over his eyes, blocking out the light.

After a second pause, he opened his eyes, looking at his arm.

"Oh my god," he whispered, "It worked! It worked!" He shouted and sat up withjoy. "Surrey! It worked!"John swung his arms about in gleeful abandon.

"Surrey! Where are you?" John called for her, assuming she was in the bathroom.

"Surrey?" He looked around and briefly caught an image of Surrain in the mirroron the wall.

"Surrey?" John turned around quickly, looking for her. "Wait!" He looked at themirror again. There she was. Staring back. John lifted a hand. He looked at hisfingernails.

They were painted, a nice shade of red.

"Oh no!" He bounced out of bed, and, top heavy, he fell to his hands and knees.

"Shit!" He got up and ran to the mirror.

There was now no doubt: John's spirit had been moved from the statue to Surrey'sbody. He stroked his face, and, shivering, looked down at his new (or borrowed)breasts. He felt the nipples tingle as he cupped each breasts and felt its heft.

John turned and then, with two steps, jumped back in bed. He felt through thecovers with nervous anxiety. "Where is it?"He found it, the statue. The carving had definitely mutated, and now there wasSurrey, carved in stone, with the silly grin on her face. The statue was stillsporting a huge over-sized penis, but now there were also two huge oversizedbreasts carved in as well.

John eyes overflowed in tears as he saw her. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"John sat down heavy on the bed and held the statue to his bosoms. After amoment, his tears and frustrations subsided. He looked at the statue again.

The penis was red.

"Oh my!" John covered his (her?) mouth in surprise. "You're excited?" Johnreached out a finger (with red nail polish) and gently stroked the penis. Itquickly became purple.

"Boy, I know what that feels like!" He stroked the penis some more. The purplepeaked, and then receded.

Surrey, now trapped in the statue, had already been awake for several hours.

When John ("who has stolen my body!" she thought, feeling a bit cheated andfrightened) finally woke up, she watched as he eventually came to therealization that they had reversed roles.

What she hadn't counted on is reacting to John's pleasing touch so strongly.

When he held her between his bosoms, her excitement grew and she felt.... Well,hard! The general urgency and addictive desire felt the same, but she felt theentire hard rod of penis tingling to be stroked. When John realized what washappening and caressed the statue's hard penis, she momentarily blacked out withthe orgasm, and she swore she felt a powerful pulsing emanating from the penis.

The immediate urgency over, John looked at the stone figurine. Surrey lookedback (being a statue, she was forced to), and they both considered their state.

"One thing I had always been wondering," John wondered, out- loud, "was this:What ever happened to my clothes? You know, John's clothes that night I wastrapped by the statue? They were laying beside the bed, and I thought it wasstrange that the statue should capture both my body and my clothes..."A pause. Surrey figured it out first, but she couldn't say anything.

"That's it!" He shouted, "The English son! Robert Lewis! He must have beentrapped in the statue all this time, and we let him out. He must be using mybody now! He put my clothes on, quietly left your apartment, and is probablyback in England now... Or, he could have taken over my life... or he could berunning around the countryside, totally insane.""That's definitely it," thought Surrey. "But what do we do?"In answer to her question, John continued "Well, obviously we need to find him.

I don't know how we can force him to give my body back, but we'll have to dosomething!"John, now in Surrey's body, gave the statue a big, wet kiss and held it close.

He looked at it, noticed the carved penis turning bright pink, and then smiledan evil smile.

"But first, since Robert Lewis has already had a 4 month head start, I don't seeany harm in taking a few days of vacation in California." John smiled a wickedsmile. "After all, I have a new feminine body to explore! And I want to do someclothes shopping, some jogging, nightclubs, maybe find a man to fuck, visit ahealth club... and of course..." John's smile turned positively wicked, "it'spay-back time for all those humiliating orgasms which you made me have!"As he reached for the phone to extend the reservation, Surrey could barelycontain herself. "Oh," she swooned, "this is going to be so much fun!" Thestatue's penis turned deep red and peaked.