Jumanji-online (the serial) Episode 4

Barry, leaning over, put his arm around Jennifer’s shoulder.

“I know you didn’t want to screw Bret. The game is making us all do things we don’t want to do. I...I love you, Jenn.”

Jennifer, looking up at Barry with tears in her eyes, smiled. “Oh, Barry, I love you too.”

This exchange, more poignant because it had been made in front of the others, solidified the couple’s feelings for one another. When they kissed, no one, not even Bret, said anything.

Kevin rolled boxcars, a twelve, which moved his game piece to the sixteenth square. Words in the disk said: “Kevin jumps out into the lead, but twelve is also craps; Sorry, Kevin.” Kevin disappeared.

The singing in the Apostolic Faith Church halted abruptly when a woman, jumping to her feet, screamed, “The little bastard spurted all over me.”

Kevin, naked and masturbating, had appeared next to her. He had shot his spunk all over her dress.

“Leroy,” the woman said to her husband, “What are you going to do about this? He’s ruined my new dress.”

Opening his pocket knife and reaching behind his standing wife, Leroy sliced off Kevin’s cock. It had shot its last wad and had died a virgin. Kevin reappeared in his chair in the dining room. Blood was gushing from the stump of his severed penis. In shock, he stood to watch as the flow of blood ceased.

Bret, sitting next to Kevin, said, “What the fuck?”

“Jesus, what happened, Kevin?” asked Bill.

“I’m not sure, but I think some guy cut off my cock because I shot my wad all over his wife’s dress. It all happened so fast, but I was in a church, naked as I am now, and jerking off. My cum spurted all over the dress of the woman next to me. She yelled at me-then at her husband. He cut off my cock before I could say anything. Then I was back here.”

“Well, at least you’ve still got your balls,” said Rod, glancing down at his own smooth crotch.

“What good are my balls without my cock?” asked Kevin, as he began to cry.

Bret, obviously turned on-his erect cock was pulsing-put his arm around Kevin’s shoulder. “Hey, man...you don’t need a cock. There’s other ways that you can have sex, and since you still have your balls, you’ll retain your sex drive.”

Consoled somewhat by Bret’s support, Kevin nestled his head in the hollow of Bret’s shoulder.

“When the game is over, you should get you cock back,” offered Barry.

“Yeah...,” countered Jason, “that’s what you say. I hope you’re right.”

They looked at Robert, who was staring at the dice in his hand. He was the only one, who wasn’t worried about getting his cock or balls cut off. He was in Jennifer’s fourteen year-old girl’s body.

“Should I roll?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said Barry. “Kevin’s over half-way to the end. Let’s get this game over so we can go home.”

Jennifer, looking at Barry when he said that, wondered whether she would see him again after the game was over. On some level, she wasn’t sure she wanted the game to end.

Robert rolled a six. In the disk, the words said: “Tired of being a girl? How about another trade, this time with...Barry?”

Barry looked down at the breasts protruding from his slender chest. His hand went to his crotch, where, instead of a cock-instead of balls-he felt the indentation of a vagina. When he looked at Jennifer, her eyes and her mouth were open wide. Although he had exchanged bodies, he was still holding Jennifer’s hand.

“Barry is that you?” she asked, as her gaze switched back and forth between her former body, which was sitting next to her, and that of Barry, which was seated in Robert’s seat.

Speechless for a moment, Barry withdrew his hand from Jennifer’s so that it could join his other hand, which was busily exploring his new body.

“Uh...uh...yeah, it’s me...I guess,” answered Barry.

“Oh, Barry,” said Jennifer, as she began crying.

“Which did she love,” she wondered, the sculptured body and handsome face of Barry, or the person inside that facade?” She wanted to believe that she loved Barry, the person, but her eyes kept going to Barry’s handsome body, which Robert now occupied. She was confused.

When the dice appeared in Barry’s hand, he closed it, clenching the dice in his fist.

“Hey, I’m not rolling right now. I’ve got to take a break from the game,” he said, surprised each time he spoke by his high pitched girl’s voice.

Grabbing Jennifer’s hand with his unoccupied left hand, he asked, “Come with me, Jennifer.”

She followed him down the hall, through the foyer, to the study.

“Jenn, it’s still me. I’m still Barry.”

“Oh, Barry, I’m so confused.”

When Barry attempted to kiss her, Jennifer turned away.

“Barry, I’m sorry. It’s like kissing myself in the mirror.”

She looked down at his crotch. The cock she had grown to love was no longer there. Her cock was hanging limply from her groin. When she sat down on a chair and began crying, Barry, crying himself, put his hand on her shoulder.

Meanwhile, Bret had led Kevin, who’s crotch had healed, upstairs to one of the empty bedrooms. Pulling Kevin to the carpet, Bret kissed him. Kevin returned the kiss. As the kisses became more passionate, Bret cupped Kevin’s balls in his hand-then caressing his bush, rubbed the short stump of Kevin’s cock. Raising Kevin’s legs, Bret inserted his cock into Kevin’s ass. He pumped until he came. Semen spurted from the stump of Kevin’s cock. When the two couples returned to the dining room, Kevin and Bret were holding hands. Barry and Jennifer were not.

(to be continued)