Jumanji-online (the serial) Episode 1

Barry Anderson looked around. He and seven others, mostly boys about his age-fifteen-except for a girl who appeared to be a little younger and a male who must have been over twenty years-old, were seated in high-backed chairs, two to a side, at a square oak table. On the table was a board game which appeared to be made of wood, stained dark brown. The game, consisting of twenty-five spaces from start to finish, seemed simple, except that, in the center of the board, there was a large-about ten inches in diameter-opaque, disk, which might have been made of glass, or, possibly, crystal. Swirling colors, which were displayed on the disk, slowed to form the word, “Jumanji.” The high ceiling room in which they were seated appeared to be a study or library; there were shelves full of books. On one end of the room was an unlit fireplace. Large double doors were in the wall behind Barry, and long drapes probably hid windows in the wall he was facing. Light came from a chandelier which hung above the table. Barry, an observant, curious, boy, quickly assimilated the details of his present surroundings, despite having no concept about where he was, or how came to be there.

A few minutes before, Barry had been seated at the computer in his room at home. While surfing the Internet, he had clicked on a link which he had thought would take him to a porn site, but it, somehow, had taken him to the Jumanji-online site, instead. He had clicked his mouse on the back arrow several times, but had been brought back to the Jumanji-online site each time. Hoping that, if he played the game, he would be able to leave the site, he had joined one of the game rooms. When the game had started after the room was full, “Jumanji” had appeared across his computer monitor. Slowly at first, the word had begun to rotate clockwise on his computer screen; then the rotation had speeded up until the swirling colors formed a spiraling whirlpool, which had seemed to draw Barry into the screen. When he was next aware of his environment, he was seated at the table with the others.

Everyone sat in confused silence until, Jennifer Martin, a pretty fourteen year-old girl, screamed. Wearing pajamas, she had been seated at her computer when she had felt herself being pulled into the screen by the swirling colors. When she opened her eyes, she was seated at the table with seven boys. Everyone seated at the table had a similar experience. They had all entered the same game of Jumanji-online. Most of the boys were dressed in jeans and T Shirts, except for Kevin Johnson, a fifteen year-old, who had on a T Shirt and boxer shorts, and Rod Harris, a sixteen year-old, who was naked. Rod, who’s face was red, was squirming in his seat trying to hide himself as well as he could. Since he was sitting next to Jennifer, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and screamed even louder. Everyone else started talking at once.

Standing up, twenty-four year-old Jason Brice said, “All right, everyone...Shut up.”

When Jennifer kept screaming, he walked over to her, grabbed hold of her shoulder, shook her, and said, “Be quiet, I said.”

Jennifer, looking like a beaten puppy quit screaming, but began whimpering quietly. Jason asked, “Does anyone know what’s going on here?”

At his question, most of the boys started talking,

“All right...All right. One at a time.”

He turned to Barry, who was sitting quietly at the table with a contemplative look on his face.

“What’s your name, and do you know what’s happening?”

“Barry...Barry Anderson...and...I’m not sure what’s going on. I was sitting at my computer...and was just starting to play a computer game, Jumanji-online. The next thing I knew, I was here.”

“Yeah, me, too,” several of the boys replied.

“Yeah, that happened to me, too,” said Jason.

“I felt like I was being pulled into my computer screen,” interjected Barry.

“Yeah...yeah, me, too,” chimed several boys.

“Did anyone see the movie, “Jamanji”?” asked Barry.

A couple of the boys said that they had.

Jason said, “Yeah, it was a movie with Robin Williams, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” said Barry. “It was about a magic game. There’s a game on the table. Maybe magic really exists. Maybe this is the real Jumanji.”

“Aw...come on; there’s no such thing as magic,” countered Jason.

“Well, either we’re all having a hallucination, or we came here by some means that can’t be explained by science. What would you call it, if not magic,” asked Barry.

Unable to think of a reply, Jason turned to Rod.

“How come you’re naked,” he asked.

“Fuck...I was sitting at my computer-in my room. Lot’s of times I play naked. It’s more comfortable,” replied Rod.

Jason stripped off his shirt, revealing a well chiseled physique, and threw it to Rod.

“Here, use this to cover yourself up.”

Rod pulled on the T Shirt, which was long enough to cover his genitals.

“Well...what do we do now,” asked Jason.

“Why don’t we check out the room,” said Barry.

“Sure,” said Jason.

Barry, walking to the doors, tried to open them.

“They’re locked,” he said.

After walking to the opposite wall, Jason pulled back the drapes.

“God Damn,” he exclaimed, as he quickly let the drapes fall. His face pasty, he looked as if he were about to throw up.

Walking over to where Jason was standing by the drapes, Bill McGee, a sixteen year-old boy from Fort Worth, Texas, asked, “What is it? What did you see?” He reached for the drapes.

“No...don’t open them,” yelled Jason, grabbing Bill’s hand.

“Why not?” asked Bill. “What’s there?”

“There’s nothing there...and I mean nothing. It’s like a void. I don’t know. How do you explain nothing? I can’t. I have no words to explain it, and, if I see it again, I think that I’ll go insane.”

Suddenly, Jennifer screamed, “Look...look.”

When everyone turned to look, she pointed to the table-to the game. Shimmering, ethereal letters appeared in the disk. They said: “To return home, you must complete the game.”

The game piece in front of Jason levitated-moved behind the starting line on the game board. A pair of dice materialized in his hand. Jason stared at the dice. The others sat at the table in silence with their mouths and eyes wide open.

“How do you explain this, if there’s no such thing as magic,” asked Barry of Jason.

Jason, deferring to the younger boy, asked, “What should I do?”

“I don’t think we have any choice,” replied Barry. “We’ve got to play the game. Roll the dice.”

Jason’s game piece, on its own, moved forward four spaces to match the roll of the dice. Colors in the disk coalesced to form words: “Rod had the right idea. Join him.”

Jennifer began screaming again as her pajamas disappeared. Crossing her arms over her small, but firm breasts, she leaned forward in her chair in an attempt to hide her nakedness. As their clothes disappeared, the hands of most of the boys went to their crotches to cover their exposed genitals . Bill Mcgee and Robert Williams, a fourteen year-old boy from Cleveland, Ohio, had erections. Robert, slender with brown hair and brown eyes, had an enormous cock for such a small boy. It was nine inches long, and two and one-half inches thick As Barry, who was sitting next to Robert, stared at Robert’s cock, he felt his own stiffening. His, at six and one-quarter inches-he measured it often-seemed inadequate when compared to the monster protruding from Robert’s lap. Grasping his cock with his right hand, he began pumping it. When he realized what he was doing, he tried to stop, but his hand moved of its own volition.

Jason, who was sitting opposite Barry, could see Barry’s arm moving. He asked, “What the fuck are you doing...jerking off?

Bret Langan, an eighteen year-old from Castle Rock, Washington, the last of the game players, started to stand to get a better look at what Barry was doing, but stopped when his suddenly erect cock bumped the underside of the table.

Embarrassed, with a look of desperation on his face, Barry said, “I can’t help it. I can’t stop my hand. It’s moving on its own. Just then, he closed his eyes, clinched his jaw-the muscles in his neck tightened-and began to shoot his wad onto his stomach. Gobs of cum gushed from his cock.

“Whoa...,” said Robert, who, from his seat next to Barry, could see the cum spurt from Barry’s cock. He had never seen anyone, other than himself, cum before.

His face red, Barry glanced around for something to wipe the cum from his stomach, but there was no paper, and the only thing made of cloth in the room were the drapes. He definitely did not want to walk over to the drapes, naked, with cum dripping from him, in front of the others. Jennifer, her face also red, tried not to look at Rod’s now stiff rod. All the boys, including Jason, had erections. Barry’s cock had become soft when he ejaculated, but it was hard again. The dice were in Bill’s hand.

His dropping them, was more a reflex of having them appear unexpectedly in his hand, rather than a conscious decision on his part. As the dice stopped on five, Bill’s game piece moved forward five spaces. Letters appeared in the disk forming the words: “Barry had so much fun, why don’t all of you join him.”

Each boy, including Barry, grabbed his own cock and began pumping it. Robert, his small hands dwarfed by his enormous cock, used both hands. Jennifer’s hand, going to her clitoris, began manipulating it. She had never masturbated before.

Cum, ropes of cum, erupted from every cock. From Robert’s cock-he had to move his chair back from the table to properly massage it-cum shot onto his face. Jennifer’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned, “Oh...oh...oh...oh,” as her first orgasm washed over her.

Robert, after wiping the cum from his face with his hand, wiped it off onto the underside of the edge of his chair. Jennifer, exhausted by the experience, sank into her chair. She no longer bothered to hide her blossoming breasts.

“Shit,” said Bret, who being gay, had enjoyed the experience, “that was some circle jerk.”

Now that the others had also masturbated at the table, Barry didn’t feel so embarrassed about having done it earlier. After Jason, getting up from the table, walked over to the drapes to wipe the cum from his stomach, the other boys, also, wiped themselves on the drapes. Jennifer gasped-her mouth dropped-when she saw Robert’s cock. The other boys that hadn’t been able to see Robert’s cock when it was hidden by the table gawked. Even in its flaccid state, it was a prodigious hunk of meat.

Bret’s roll, a seven, moved his piece into the lead on the board. Words formed in the disk to say: “Isn’t it time you tried a girl?”

Bret found himself on his back on the floor with his hard cock jutting up from his body. Jennifer, with a perplexed look on her face, walked over to him, mounted him, and lowered herself onto his cock. She screamed as his cock penetrated her hymen-blood poured onto Bret’s groin-but rode his cock until he came. With blood and cum dripping from her snatch, she resumed her seat. After Bret took his seat, Kevin rolled. After his piece moved to join Jason’s on the fourth space, the letters in the disk formed the words: “Nasty little critters, aren’t they?”

Hordes of mice swarmed from the walls completely covering the floor. They jumped at the players, who had climbed onto their chairs. The boys, as well as Jennifer, screamed as the mice leaped at them. Each of them received several bites as they kicked at the vile creatures. When Robert dropped the dice onto the board, his piece moved six spaces to match the number on the dice. The mice receded back into the walls. Words, forming on the disk, said: “Don’t you think that you should find out what it’s like to get fucked by that cock of yours?”

Robert and Jennifer exchanged bodies. Where Robert had been sitting, the fourteen year-old body of Jennifer now sat. Robert glanced down in wonder at the small breasts which protruded from his chest, but, most profoundly, he noted the absence of his cock and his balls-mostly his cock. For the last two years, since puberty, he had been constantly aware of the weight of that massive organ as it hung from his groin.

Jennifer’s hand went to her flat chest. The breasts, of which she had been so proud, were gone, replaced by Robert’s bony chest. She stared at, but didn’t dare touch, the huge growth that was becoming erect between her legs. For the second time in a few minutes, she found herself rising from her chair, but, this time, she was in Robert’s body. The enormous cock bounced, sagging under its own weight from it’s erect position, as she walked toward her former body, which, lying on the floor with its legs spread apart, awaited her.

Robert, lying on his back, craned his neck to stare at the huge cock, which was approaching his, already sore, vagina. Having never seen his former cock from this perspective, he was frightened by it. He knew that Jennifer intended to insert it into him, into the vagina he now had. “It couldn’t possibly fit,” he thought.

As Jennifer inserted it into the lips of his vagina, Robert screamed in pain with Jennifer’s high pitched voice. He felt as though he were being split apart. When their pelvises met, Robert felt the mammoth hunk of meat ram deep into his abdomen, into the far end of his young vagina. He fainted from the pain.

Jennifer pumped until she came. She had experienced her first two orgasms, the first as a girl, and now one as a boy. The latter, although localized to the cock, was explosive, considering the size of the organ. She staggered back to her seat as Barry and Kevin helped Robert to his chair.

Barry dropped the dice onto the board. A four and a one moved his game piece onto the square with Bill’s. Instead of being in the room with the other players, Barry found himself in his parent’s bedroom. His mother and father lay sleeping on the bed.

Barry, a handsome, intelligent, boy with blond hair and blue eyes, had never lived up to his potential because of the mental and physical abuse he had received from his controlling father. Although his father had provided for the family financially, it was more out of pride-for appearances-than out of love. Barry, even though he had never admitted it to himself, hated his father, who, when Barry pulled back the covers, lay naked on the bed. Reaching across the bed, Barry grasped his father’s cock in one hand, and with a knife, which had materialized in his other hand, sliced off his father’s cock. Both his father and mother awoke, but couldn’t move. As his father watched, Barry climbed on top of his mother’s naked body and fucked her, while holding his father’s severed cock in his hand. After losing his virginity to his mother, Barry reappeared in the game room. His father’s cock, blood dripping from the cut, was still in his hand.

“Dude,” said Bret, “What happened to you? You just disappeared. Shit...is that what I think it is...a cock?”

Staring in horror at his hand, Barry opened it, dropping his father’s cock onto the table.

“It...it’s my father’s cock. I cut it off...then I fucked my mother.”

“Far out,” replied Bret. “My father’s a bastard. I’d like to cut off his cock-and his balls, but you were only gone for a few seconds. Jennifer, or Robert, whoever the boy with the big cock is now, hasn’t rolled yet.”

“It was much longer to me,” replied Barry, “and how else could you explain that,” he said, pointing to the cock, which lay on the table.

Their conversation was interrupted by Jennifer’s, in Robert’s body, dropping the dice onto the board. Her roll, an eight, moved her game piece into the lead. In the disk there appeared one word: “Duck!”

The door behind Barry burst open. A huge black-manned lion leapt for his throat.

(to be continued)