I nearly jumped when I heard my phone ringing. It was my girlfriend, Sam, trying to FaceTime me.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the phone. My heart was still racing and I felt shaken to my core. How could I possibly talk to my girlfriend right now after what I'd just experienced?
But I knew ignoring her call would only raise suspicions. Taking a deep breath, I tried to compose myself and swiped to answer.
"Hey, babe!" My girlfriend’s cheerful face filled the screen, "Just wanted to check in and see how your day's going."
"Oh, uh, hey," I stammered, struggling to keep my voice steady, "Everything's fine. Just, you know, hanging out."
My elbow then brushed against the device James had lent to me.
There was a sudden flash of light. To my horror, I found myself transported into the FaceTime call with Sam. But I wasn't myself - I was in her body, looking out through her eyes at my own confused face on the phone screen.
“So, uh, what’s up babe?”
"Just thinking about you all day, baby," I heard myself purr in Sam's sultry voice.
Her hands - my hands now - slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy bra underneath, "Wishing you were here with me... Want a little preview for later?"
I watched as the version of myself on the screen reached into his pants and pulled out a throbbing erection.
I was utterly shocked at what was happening. I was trapped in my girlfriend's body, watching myself on the phone screen as I started to masturbate. I could even feel Sam's nipples hardening beneath the lacy bra.
"Oh yeah, that's it baby," I heard Sam's voice say as her hands caressed her breasts, "Touch yourself for me."
I could feel Sam's hands moving over her body, caressing her breasts and sliding down to her panties. I couldn't control myself - or rather, Sam couldn't control herself - as she ran her fingers over the lace of her underwear, teasing herself.
On the screen, my face was flushed with arousal as I stroked myself faster, "God, Sam, you're so hot."
"Like what you see, baby?" Sam's voice purred. "There's plenty more where that came from. Why don't you come over tonight, and we’ll finish the job?"
"Hell yes," my voice replied enthusiastically, "I'll be there in 20 minutes!"
The call ended and I found myself abruptly back in my own body, dick in hand.
I stared at my phone in shock, my heart racing. What had just happened? I'd somehow been transported into Sam's body during our call. So this device didn't just work on recorded shows and movies, it could affect live video calls too. The implications were staggering.
Part of me was horrified at the violation of entering Sam's body without her knowledge or consent. But another part - a darker, more primal part - was intrigued by the possibilities this device presented.
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