She was part Syrian and part Egyptian on her mother's side, and part English on her father's side. Definitely the most exotic person he had ever had the opportunity 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 as Surrain, "But just call me Surrey," she said with a smile. Her eyes had a twinkle that entranced him. "You are beautiful," he replied, then, after gawking a bit, "Oh, and my name is John Barrows."

That night, and the night after, they stayed together in his dorm room, in delighted 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 step towards the middle of the room. "This is an incredible apartment!" The room was nearly 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 antiquities dealer. Those are all really just indefinite loans," she explained. "He travels all over looking for available antiquities, especially visiting estate sales and things like that, where important finds are occasionally brought to light." She took him on a tour of the apartment. Each sculptures had a fascinating background and story, of gods, humans, quests, curses, and capturing souls.

Eventually they wandered into the bedroom (which was relatively bare by comparison), 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. John felt 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 size of his thumb, but thicker, with an oblong shape. It was a man, about 3 inches tall, 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 at it more closely, if this was a fertility statue, then it should have ... and there it was. The man was sporting an oversized penis which lay flat against his stomach, pointing straight up, carved into the side of the statue. "What will she think of next?" John wondered if Surrey masturbated with it. The thought was exciting.

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

"Oh Shit! It worked." Surrey stepped into the bedroom in the morning, She had spent the night on the couch in the living room. As she opened the room she saw that 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 something was very wrong. First, he couldn't move! His whole body felt like it was encased in plaster - although on the outside it felt naked, and sensitive. He shivered from the morning cold.

Second, he panicked when he realized he was not breathing, although he didn't feel 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 completely immobilized, he couldn't talk, move, or breath. His mind whirled in frustration and fright.

"John!" she exclaimed, delighted at her new discovery, but a bit worried. "I never thought the legend was true! It was just a lark that I tried it." Surrey reach down and gently lifted the statue. John felt her warm, silky fingers close around him and warm him. His body had become incredibly sensitive, as if all 6 feet of his touch sensors had been collapsed into the 3 inch statue. John calmed down 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 the mirror. The carvings on the statue had changed. This time, they were John's features, a perfect likeness, except not exactly in proportion. In particular, the body was sculpted to be smooth and torpedo shaped, completely bald, about an inch and a half in diameter and 3 inches tall. John was squatting on his knees on 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 penis was hard (and felt hard! Eternally hard) and was carved as this huge member pointing straight up towards his chin, alongside his stomach. Further, his nipples were large and extended, looking a bit ridiculous, almost as if he had slight 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 being excited at the discovery. "I never really thought the legend was true! Daddy told me that this was the Iqasirra [ee-kah-SIR-ah], a statue designed to capture the body and soul of a slave as a plaything for an Egyptian princess. Since he calls me his Egyptian princess, he thought I should have it. It's the only one in the world ... or rather, you are the only on in the world, that we know of. He acquired 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. John felt her fingers stoking his naked body. "The reason why I chose last night to try it out, was because of the lunar eclipse, which I know has played a role in Egyptian religious ceremonies. I guess I'm hoping that the next lunar eclipse will reverse the spell." John was grateful for some element of hope, although slim, he was glad there might be a way out.

"Unfortunately," she continued, "the next lunar eclipse, according to my friends in astronomy, will not be for another 4 months, and even then we'll have to travel to California to view it."

John's heart sank. Four months! He was going to miss the entire summer, his last summer after college before he would start work. He looked at Surrey feeling despair.

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

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

The rest of the day was spent doing research. Surrain called her father, not explaining what had happened, but just asking for more information about the statue. He passed on several references and Surrey decided to check them out at the library.

After getting dressed to go out, Surrey looked at John trapped in the statue and wondered if she should take him. She wanted to compare the statue against pictures at the library, but didn't want it to be lost, or accidentally misplaced.

"What should I do, John?" She looked at him and noticed for the first time the unusual size of the carved penis. "That's curious" she muttered. It seemed the penis 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 silk cord, threaded it through the hole in the pedestal, and hung the statue around her neck. "Now, I'll be sure never to leave you behind," she said. She lifted her 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 the entire 4 months, going insane with boredom while trapped in the statue. Now, he was upside down, with his head and face nestled between Surrey's massive breasts, his head barely touching the top of the half-bra that she wore for support. As she strolled to the library, her breasts bounced up, gently enclosing his entire head and upper body, and then stroked down.

John was beside himself. He was always obsessed with breasts, and especially Surrey's breasts, which were full, ample, and firm. Now, he was practically encased in them, as they stroked his entire body. The sensations were just too much.

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 turned around, 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 was anxious to get to the library. He felt hot and moist, and smelled a mixture of animal sweat and perfume. Her breasts compressed around him. His penis was pressed 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 her bosoms and then John lost all control: he orgasmed. No sperm came out, but the sensation was more intense than he had ever experienced. Electric shocks raced through his body and he blacked out for a minute from the sensory overload. "Oh jesus," he thought as he woke up, "that was incredible."

Surrey reached the section on Egyptian antiquities at the library and started scanning for books. Hidden in the stacks, she fished into her shirt and pulled the statue out to take another look.

She was surprised because the statue seemed to be a deeper shade of pink than she remembered. Holding up to the light it was definitely darker. How could this be?

Then she spied the penis. It was an even brighter pink. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, looking at it. She rubbed her hand over it and watched in amazement as the pink turned to red, still as hard as stone.

Her hand involuntarily jerked back. "This is weird," she muttered, watching the red 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 bit embarrassed to be playing with this obvious fertility god in public. Stroking another man's penis! Maybe it was just a statue, and only 3 inches tall, but it was still weird and somehow perverted.

But once she thought of it, she couldn't resist trying. She held John in one hand, and then gradually rubbed her finger up and down the carved penis. She was rewarded when the carved stone cock turned bright pink, then red, and then, for just a second or so, became a dark purplish color. After that, the color faded back to pink.

She sat down on the floor, her mind swirling. Yes, John was trapped in the statue, with some incredibly potent magical powers. Until this point, she had thought 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, this was impossible too!

She steadied her breath, found the books she was looking for, and started studying. After a while she smiled, knowing now what John must feel, as she dropped 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 had found the statue and the curse surrounding it.

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

It was discovered, along with hundreds of other items by Egyptian archeologists in 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 who may have acquired it through personal service to the princess (or who may have stolen it). After discovery, it seemed to be merely cataloged and stored. Then, Brigadier General Lewis, well known for his admiration of antiquities, acquired it when Egypt was occupied by the British for a time during the second world war, apparently as a present from a local politician.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

John woke to bright sunlight as Surrey opened the lingerie drawer. "You are there!" she exclaimed, "I had convinced myself that it was all a dream." She lifted the ivory figure, disentangled it from a bit of panty lace, and then carried it to the kitchen.

"I had thought I was dreaming too," John thought, in resignation. He was glad to have slept, however, for he was a bit afraid that he might not be able to in his new 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 his dreams that night and caressed his frame him as he woke.

Surrey fixed a cup of coffee as she looked thoughtfully at the statue. The penis was 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 was struck by an idea. Surrey jumped up and fetched some cold water from the refrigerator, and a paper towel.

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

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 the answer is 'Yes', then think sexy thoughts to make your penis get red." She paused for a second. "I hope this works."

Surrey sat up, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and then leaned over to look at John 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 carved cock 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 a series 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 have trouble breathing when your face is covered?" She looked carefully, held up a watch, 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 still glad that John appeared to be OK.

"Second, are you starving?" The mouth was just a carved indentation, so she had no 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 time any 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 pretend that you are a missing person until we can figure out how to get you out of there. 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, he agreed by thinking unsexy thoughts (ice cold water, rugby, and Margaret Thatcher). 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 the chance to communicate, however limited. The amount of relief he felt that someone could listen was enormous.

Surrey stepped out of the apartment and down the steps, put the cord around her neck and slipped the statue into her shirt. The face of the statue with John trapped 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!] it would [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 it out, and buried the statue deep in her cleavage, between her breasts. As she let go of the bra, it tightened and squeezed her tits together, tightly trapping John and squeezing all around the statue. The breasts were so big in comparison to the statue, it was like being pressed between two large bean-bags, except that they were smooth and soft skin.

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

Surrey patted her chest and took off jogging for a second time. The first jolt was enough to send John over the edge: he climaxed. But the intense, full-body massage continued, rubbing silky skin over his entire body from head to toe. His climax 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! He fought it for a minute or so, then succumbed and climaxed again. There seemed to be no end to his orgasms. This must have be a side-effect of the magic which had trapped him, his new ability to feel such intense pleasure for longer periods of time and to stay so near the peak of orgasm.

"And to think," Surrey said out-loud. "I always buy my sports bras two sizes too small, just to make sure that everything stays put!" She giggled at the thought of this horny figurine trapped between her swinging breasts. "That lecherous little rock," she thought, "I bet I can think of some things to really blow a fuse or two!"

After a 4-mile jog, Surrey was finished. She disrobed on the way to the bathroom. 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 stroked the carved penis and was rewarded when the purple peaked and then gradually faded 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. It had been, without a doubt, the most extended and mind-blowingly exhausting experience he had ever had. He almost lost track of where one climax ended, and where the next began. He was ready for a rest. Ice cold water would be wonderful.

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 floor with a splat, they were heavy with sweat. "I think we'll go to the physics lab today." She said out-loud. I have a friend there who might be able to help see what makes you tick.

"But first," she continued, "you'll be safe here!" And with that, she picked up her gym sock, wrapped it around john, literally dripping, and the stuffed the bundle into the toe of her sneaker. John couldn't help it, it was so rank and degrading 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 got from the statue was a slight infrared emission. "Probably left over from your body heat." Jim told Surrey.

Jim was a nice friend, Surrey thought to herself, but she wondered how good at physics 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, trapped as he was, to cover himself up. If only his figure didn't have such a large cock, such large nipples, and that leering expression.

Worse, Jim laughed out-loud when he first saw the statue, and would have called in 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 the statue to a health pink. John just about died from embarrassment.

"Hey that's great!" John laughed at how over-the-top this trinket was. "But it's no big deal, just heat sensitive. Dozens of chemicals do that. Maybe it's a mood statue!" He laughed, thinking himself very clever.

Surrey rolled her eyes. Seeing that there wasn't anything more to do, she thanked Jim, put the figurine around her neck, and left the lab. "It might be a mood 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 a movie," Janice asked, "it's starring Daniel Day Lewis, hoot, hoot!" Surrey laughed and agreed to join them for a "Ladies Night Out". There was nothing else to do anyway, since it was Sunday night.

As she dressed for the evening (Jeans and a T-shirt), she wondered if she should bring the statue. "Do you want to join me for a movie?" She asked John. "You won'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 at a 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 was Surrain's closest friend. They had been roommates when they were undergrads. Janice was from New York, tall, thin, small sharp features, with short black hair.

"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 was more 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 conversation with trepidation. "Don't tell them!" He prayed to himself. He did not want to be exposed 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 close by. 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 they would be offended if she became upset. So, Surrain reached in and pulled out the statue.

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

The girls spontaneously burst out in gales of laughter. The statue was so perverted, and the cock was so oversized, and the expression was so dirty, that they 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 the entire restaurant!

"Where'd you get it? Why are you wearing it? What's it for?" They were full of questions. Surrey tried to answer them all, explaining that it was a very rare and very old Egyptian artifact from her father, that it was a fertility statue intended to entertain Egyptian princesses, and that she carried it with her because 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 because she delighted in being depraved and rebellious.

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

"Ummm," Surrey faltered, "Jim says that parts of it are heat sensitive, and so it change color when it gets warm." Surrey knew different, of course. Would her friends figure out the truth?

John's brain had frazzled completely. A recurring nightmare of his was now being realized: naked, exposed, in the middle of a restaurant, unable to cover himself, trapped, with four beautiful women staring at him closely, and watching as his cock became bright red. He was mortified.

Delighted, all three of Surrey's friends reached over to stroke the statue. John felt three sets of fingers stroking all over his body, around the tip of his head (which was, unaccountably, very sensitive), over his back and ass, over his exposed and sensitive nipples, and (of course) up and down his cock, which quickly 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 in public!"

"Why is it getting lighter?" Cory, the chemistry major, was fascinated.

"Jim thought that it might have two competing chemicals, so that after a point it 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 trailed off, 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 of the rest of the restaurant who looked over at the rambunctious girls.

"Let's try an experiment!" Cory exclaimed, reaching for the statue. Before Surrey 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 statue disappeared completely, and it turned a natural ivory color with no pink what-so-ever.

"Goodness!" April interjected. "It looks like the entire statue is heat sensitive, 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. Then she proceeded to dip the figurine into her tall, double amaretto cappuccino.