Jumanji-online

Although most online computer game players are teenage boys, there are some adults, and even a few girls who play. I’m an adult, but I spend an inordinate amount of time online playing games, or, at least I did, until I stumbled across one particular game. Now, I don’t know whether I’ll ever have the courage to play again.

By playing on the Internet, one can play games with people from all over the world. I’ve often played against people from Finland, Germany, Australia, and England, as well as other Americans, at the same time. Although the games are realistic, and one can become mentally, and, at times, emotionally involved, it has-before-been relatively easy to separate the fantasy of the game from the reality of life. At least it was, until I played “Jumanji-online.”

I had seen the movie, “Jumanji.” It was a fantasy in which two kids found a board game called, “Jumanji,” but playing the game changed the reality of the participants, and the new reality persisted until the game was completed-if the players survived the game. Once the game was completed, normal reality returned. It wasn’t a game that people wanted to play a second time. After playing “Jumanji-online,” I’m afraid to even go near my computer.

It was two weeks ago; I was surfing the Internet for a new game to play. Even now I’m not certain how I got to the “Jumanji-online” site. While looking for a game to download, I had clicked on a link to the new demo of “Unreal Tournament,” but was taken to the “Jumanji-online” site instead. I started to hit the “back” arrow, but, since I had seen the movie, and the game looked interesting-it said “no download required”-I thought that I would check it out. I had always considered myself a brave individual. If I had clicked on the “back” arrow, I might have been able to maintain that illusion, but, after playing “Jumanji-online,” I know myself for what I am-a coward.

When I entered the “game room,” there were six out of a possible number of eight players already in the room. I, of course, made the seventh. When one more arrived, we would be able to start the game. There was some chat going on in the room; people were asking if anyone had played the game. I was vaguely surprised that no one had, but, now, I know that no one ever plays the game a second time. In a few minutes an eighth player , Lady Alice, one of the rare girl players, joined. The players were: Merfyn the Freckled, Ringwraith, Athelred the Unready, Edward III, John of Gaunt, <*)))>< (whom I’ll refer to as Fish), Lady Alice, and me-Slammr. After we all clicked the “ready” button, the game started.

“Jumanji” appeared across the middle of my computer monitor; the letters began rotating, swirling faster-faster-forming a whirlpool that captured my consciousness. I was unable to move my eyes from the monitor. The swirling colors pulled me-dragging me against my will-into the screen. My computer, my room, everything familiar, disappeared, to be replaced by a large, high ceiling, room in what appeared to be an old Victorian mansion. Seven other people, mostly teenage boys-all looking as confused as I felt-were sitting around a table. Other than me, there was one adult, a male about 25 years-old. He, Merfyn the Freckled, sat at the head of the table. The girl, Lady Alice, who seemed to be about fourteen years-old, sat to my left. Ringwraith, a fifteen year-old boy, sat on my right, next to Merfyn. At the end of the Table was the fish, another fifteen year-old boy. Next to him, on the opposite side of the table from me, was Athelred the Unready, an eighteen year old boy, followed by Edward III, a twelve year-old boy, and John of Gaunt, a seventeen year old boy. A board game sat on the table. In the center of the game was a round, opaque, glass, or, possibly crystal, disk approximately ten inches across. As I watched, swirling colors slowed to form the word, “Jumanji.”

Suffering from shock and confusion, we sat there in silence for several minutes, then began talking, all at once. “What happened? Where are we? How did we get here? Who are you guys?”, were-to paraphrase-the questions being asked.

Jumping up from my seat, I tried to open the large double doors behind my chair. They were locked. No matter how hard I tried, they wouldn’t budge. Going to the windows, Athelred pulled back the drapes. There was nothing beyond the windows. It’s not that it was dark, there was nothing, only a void, beyond the glass. He quickly closed the drapes. Viewing that void, was the first of many frightening experiences that we were to encounter.

When Alice screamed, “Look!” and pointed to the game, we stared at the disk. In shimmering, ethereal, letters were words: “To return home, you must finish the game.”

As we watched, the game piece in front of Merfyn levitated, moved onto the start position of the game. The dice were in front of Merfyn. He picked them up.

“What should I do?” he said.

Since I was the oldest, I thought that I should take command. I said, “I don’t see that we have any choice, but to play the game. Roll the dice.”

He shook the dice in his closed fist, then opened his hand, allowing the dice to roll onto the board. When the dice stopped on seven, his game piece, on its own, moved forward seven spaces.

Words appeared in the disk: “You rolled a seven. Are you in heaven, or in hell? Don’t look now, but the carpet is moving.”

Roaches, millions of roaches, poured out of the walls, converged on the table. Screaming-Alice screaming hysterically-we climbed onto our chairs. The roaches, larger than any I’d ever seen, swarmed up our chair legs. As we madly brushed them off the chairs, I yelled at Ringwraith,

“Roll the dice!; for God’s sake, roll the dice.”

His game piece, already on the board, moved forward eight spaces to match the roll of the dice. As words appeared on the center disk, the roaches retreated, disappearing into the walls. This time the message said: “ All eight shall share the same fate.

Because the roaches had just begun receding into the walls, we were still standing on our chairs. I was looking to my right at Ringwraith. All his clothes disappeared. Glancing down, I saw that mine had, too. Everyone was naked. Alice squealed, hunkered down in her chair, her arms folded across her breasts, hiding herself the best she could. The younger boys, mouths open, stood staring at Alice, until realizing that they, too, were naked, sat down. I picked up the dice as I sat down. Feeling a stirring in my groin, I surreptitiously glanced at my lap. I had an erection. Although I tried to think of something else, the sight of all the naked young bodies had turned me on. It was my roll.

The dice landed on four. The words said: “How’s this for a scheme.? Remember the dream? The dream in which you were naked?”

Suddenly I was in the middle of a busy shopping mall. Naked, I still had an erection. People turned to stare at me. A little old lady fainted. My hand, against all my efforts to stop it, went to my cock, began pumping it. I could see several security guards running toward me. As the cum began spurting from my cock, the mall disappeared. I was back in the game room. My hand stroked my cock as the others stared. When the last of my spunk dribbled to the floor, I took my seat.

I heard one of the kids say, “Fucking pervert,” but our attention was drawn to the game disk. I had been brought back because Alice had rolled.

It said: Since you rolled a six, why don’t you exchange your sex...with the player to your right.

As I watched Alice, she became me. I realized that I had to look up at her-him. Glancing down, I saw two small breasts jutting from my hairless chest. At my crotch was a brown bush, but no cock-no balls. Placing my hand between my legs, I felt the indentation of a vagina. Having completely exchanged bodies with Alice, I was a man in the body of a fourteen year-old girl. Although I was somewhat intrigued by the exchange, Alice was not. She screamed hysterically-with my voice. Fish’s piece moved to the board.

Fish rolled twelve, boxcars. The words on the disk said: “You rolled a twelve-what luck. You should all give the girl a good fuck.”

When they stood up, I saw that they all had erections. They were staring at me. Suddenly, I realized that I was the girl. Alice, her erection, looking bigger than it ever had when I had been in that body, grabbed me first. She threw me to the floor-mounted me. Forcing her-my-cock between the lips of my chaste vagina, she entered me. I felt the wetness of my blood on my leg after my hymen tore. She thrust her cock into my cunt until, she shuddered, moaned, “Oh...Oh....Oh,” and collapsed on me. I knew that she had filled me with her cum.

Fucking my body, except for the pain, had been a little like masturbating. If I hadn’t been a virgin, it might have been more enjoyable, but the pain obviated any feeling of pleasure, besides, although my mind was in Alice’s body, her body felt no attraction to the hairy old man-from her perspective-that I’d been. Fish, a handsome fifteen year-old, was different, however. Both my mind and her body were turned on by the idea of being fucked by him. He climbed on top of me. I had to grasp his cock to guide it into my vagina. He must have been a virgin, because he came as soon as his cock entered my pussy. It was over before I could begin to enjoy it.

Athelred, the eighteen year-old, knew what to do. His seven inch cock hurt at first, but, as he pumped, I felt the tension build in my body. As he pumped his seed into my young snatch, I experienced my first female orgasm. It washed over my body in waves. I was still in its throes when the twelve year-old, Edward III, climbed on top of me. He was scared-probably too scared to fuck me, if he’d had a choice, but none of us were able to control our actions. Since the game said that they were all going to fuck me-fuck me, they did. After Athelred, I barely felt Ed’s four inch cock. Glancing down, however, I saw cum oozing from it as he pulled from my pussy.

John, a seventeen year-old, wasn’t as experienced as Athelred, nor as handsome, but he fucked me good. My young snatch was getting sore. I wasn’t looking forward to the twenty-five year-old Merfyn, especially not to his eight inch cock.

Merfyn rammed his cock into me. I could feel his big balls pounding against my ass. His thick cock stretched my ravaged pussy, inflicting more pain than pleasure. I scarcely remember how it felt to fuck Ringwraith.

Athelred rolled a three. The letters in the disk formed the words: “Three, craps-tough luck. You’ve had your last fuck.”

The boys grabbing hold of Athelred-threw him to the floor. A knife materialized beneath my hand. Picking it up, I walked over to Athelred, who was spead eagled on the floor. I grasped his scrotum in my dainty fourteen year-old left hand. With the knife in my right, I sliced his balls from his body; but, I wasn’t through. After I dropped his balls on the floor, I grabbed his soft cock-pitiful when compared to its former glory-with my left, cut it free with the knife. Blood, at first gushing from the stump of his penis, soon ceased to flow. It had already stopped flowing from his sliced ball sack. We, including Athelred, resumed our seats.

After Edward rolled, he disappeared. We never knew what happened to him, because he didn’t return during the game. I hope that he survived to return home after the game was over.

John was visibly trembling when he rolled. When he rolled a two the words appeared: “Two, also craps, but you only lose two.”

The boys threw him to the floor. Again, picking up the knife, I walked over to him, but cut off only his balls. Slitting open his sack, I took his balls one at a time. Taking each blue-white orb into my left hand, I pulled, stretched the cords, then sliced through the them with my knife. His screaming intensified each time one of his balls dropped into my hand. The bleeding from his crotch soon ceased. I got some perverse pleasure from cutting off his balls, because he had bitten my tit when he had fucked me.

Merfyn’s roll resulted in a room full of snakes, which disappeared when Ringwraith rolled. Fish received a bite, however. His leg swelled to twice its normal size.

Ringwraith disappeared when he rolled, but returned when Merfyn rolled doubles. His eyes had a haunted look. We could never get him to talk about what he experienced.

By this time, we had come to the conclusion that rolling craps, a two or a three, would cost us more than we would care to lose, although, being in a girl’s body I didn’t know what it would cost me. I was soon to find out. I rolled a three.

“Craps again,” the board said. “Because you’re a girl, you think you have nothing to lose?”

Alice and John grabbing me, pulled me up onto the table. Athelred and Merfyn held my legs, which were hanging down from the table. With my legs hanging down from my ass which was on the table, my pussy was prominently exposed. Hobbling over on his bad leg-it was turning black-Fish, the cute fifteen year old, picked up my knife. He began rubbing my clit. Just as my orgasm began, he sliced my erect clitoris from my vagina. The pain, at the height of my orgasm, was excruciating.

Alice also rolled a three. It was with trepidation that I sliced what had been my cock and my balls from my former body. Would they return when the game was over, or would I return to my body-the body of a complete eunuch?

Fish wasn’t looking well. The poison from the snake bite was spreading. Athelred, placing the dice in his hand, held Fish’s hand over the board so he could drop them. He rolled an eleven.

“ Lucky eleven,” said the board. “Now you are in heaven. They is no penalty for rolling an eleven.”

Having previously rolled a twelve, Fish was only two spaces from winning the game-if he lived long enough to finish.

After Athelred rolled, we heard some thing large scratching at the door. The doors, which we couldn’t budge, quivered with every blow. Whatever it was, it was big, and it was trying desperately to get at us. Luckily, the scratching ceased when John rolled, but his eight resulted in an influx of giant eight legged spiders. We were all standing on the table when Merfyn rolled the double which returned Ringwraith. Unfortunately, Merfyn turned into an ape-man hybrid. The spiders vanished.

Ringwraith, another cute fifteen year-old, rolled a three. By this time we had all agreed that the dice were loaded. When I cut off his cock and balls, he barely screamed. It was as if he only partially inhabited his body. Whatever he had experienced when he disappeared, had affected his mind.

I rolled a six. Again I exchanged bodies, but this time with the person on my right-with Ringwraith. If he still had his cock and balls, I would have loved to have been in the body of a fifteen year-old, but my-his-groin ached from having cock and balls sliced off

After Alice rolled, something large began ramming the door. It began to split. It was Fish’s roll, but his eyes had rolled back in his head. I ran over to him, and, with Athelred’s help, got the dice in his hand. Anything he rolled would end the game. Just as the door burst open, the dice dropped onto the board. His piece moved to the end. The disk read: “Jumanji.”

The words began spinning. Again, I felt myself being drawn in. When I regained consciousness, I was back at my desk facing my computer. My hand immediately went to my body. I was clothed. It was my body. I quickly stood up-dropped my pants-checked my equipment. My cock and balls were there. Profoundly relieved, I collapsed into my chair. Not wanting to even look at the computer, I jerked its plug from the wall. When I glanced at the monitor, even though the computer was off, the word, “Jumanji” was still written across the screen. The CRT imploded when I threw the monitor to the floor.

It may have been a dream-a nightmare, but I’m afraid to take the chance. I’ve permanently disconnected the Internet from my computer, and removed all games, even solitaire.