Phonication: Part I
A week before finals...
Ashley had always been an outcast, but never seemed to be treated like one. Her parents had never liked the advent of smart-phones. Insisting that it was a terrible thing for the future of humanity. Being continually sucked into the virtual lifestyle. Seemingly only caring about the number of likes, favorites, reblogs, and any other kind of shallow number that quantified how much someone was loved.
By the time Ashley had turned 18 she’d somehow made it to college without ever having had an actual smart-anything. She’d learned to to pass her time by reading books and watching movies. She could use the family computer, but her parents had managed to limit her access to it by blocking all social media sites at home. Of course, kids are crafty and always find a way around whatever arbitrary rules their parents put into place. Going to one of her few friend’s houses or even the library was a way for Ashley to gain access to the all of the amazing things on the web.
Just because she was temporarily able to gain access to social media didn’t mean that she didn’t feel like an outcast. All the people at school were nice enough to her in person. In fact she had never been bullied in real life. It was different in her virtual life.
Many of her social media accounts received direct messages harassing her. Telling her to drop out, or asking if whatever disgusting rumor about her was true. All from people who would treat her so nicely in real life. It was like real life was just a game and virtual life was were things really happened.
A few months at Hyde University though, and Ashley had forgotten about most of her high school problems. She had found a group of bookish nerds who weren’t social media fiends and didn’t need to post a selfie twice a day. Carmen, Jacky, and Rebecca breathed new life into Ashley’s dead and dying social skills. They’d started a book club, tried to set up next semester so that they could all have the same schedule, and, of course, studied together.
Walking back to her dorm one night after an especially productive but hectic and stressful study session for one of Dr. Calum’s classes, Ashley found herself at the edge of campus. There were tons of bars, clubs, tasty restaurants, and coffee shops next to the tall edifices of academia. Ashley didn’t care for many of that off-campus attractions, but it was the fastest way back to her dorm coming from the library. As she was walking along, she heard a faint buzzing sound, like someone’s phone was on a desk and receiving a text message. At a bus stop ahead of her was an iPhone.
Ashley picked it up, curious as to why it had be left there. There were very few people around, finals were coming up, and only the most hardcore partiers were still out at the clubs. She found that it was one of the newer models that had just come out. With facial recognition capability. The phone, of course, already had a broken screen. Probably dropped one to many times by some bimbo who couldn’t take a selfie correctly.
Picking up the phone had activated the screen. Looking at the screen it seemed to have a pure white background behind all the broken glass, and a text notification that she couldn’t read because the phone was still locked. Just then the screen flashed black and unlocked. The text notification was gone, not that Ashley had noticed though. She had been dazed by the flash. She needed to be getting back to her dorm, not stand at some ratty bus stop. Ashley pocketed the phone and walked back to her dorm.
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Back in her dorm room, Ashley got ready for bed. A quick brush of her teeth and some floss along with a quick change of clothes and she had flopped herself into her bed. She found she had taken the phone with her to bed. Just looking at the phone unlocked it and brought her face to face with the entire assortment of applications and services that she has been denied growing up. Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and every other conceivable social media app that was hip with young people.
Unable to resist her interest in something that had been taboo for so long, Ashley tapped the Instagram icon and created an account. A shiver went down her spine as she did so. A delicious feeling of naughtiness and fun overcame her as she did. She searched and followed some of the popular girls she had heard all the other students talk about.
All of them were so hot! All of their lives seemed like things out of the stories she’d read as a kid. Treated like princesses and being able to go to exotic places in Europe, Africa, and Asia. The more she searched and followed the hornier she got. She was familiar with the feeling, she’d gone through high school! But this! This was a different kind of turn on. The cute and handsome boys in her classes and on campus paled in comparison to the men the insta-beauties had! She wanted them. Ashley felt a desire to be those girls.
Ashley felt herself give into her lust. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed to rub! No! She needed something in her! She swung the covers off and quickly found her roommates dildo. It wasn’t large, nor did it vibrate, but it was something! Laying back down on her bed, phone in her left hand and dildo in her right, she shoved the fake cock inside herself and moaned like a whore. It was like nothing she has ever felt!
Ashley continued to scroll and follow, scroll and follow. The accounts she found seemed to keep getting sluttier and hotter! Woman who flaunted their tight, toned, fake, and downright slutty bodies for their followers. It was so wrong! It was so obscene! So naughty! So… so… so… HOT!
She felt herself lose control of the dildo. Fucking herself rapidly, frantically, losing all rhyme, reason, and rhythm. She felt her clit start to throb. Start to convulse. Ashley dropped her phone onto the bed and started to cum.
She had cum before, a number of times, but this one was different. It was like some unbelievable, invisible force of pleasure was pulsing through every inch of her. Through every muscle and fiber of her being. Cumming from her pussy, the force grew and grew as she pumped the dildo faster, harder and more frantically with both hands, moaning out in ecstasy.
As her eyes drooped and her consciousness faded into sleep, the tingles continued as the phone screen flickered black. Her nails grew longer into pretty perfect French tips. Her body slimmed down. All the fat from her sedentary lifestyle melting away to leave a hot toned body. Her body hair went with it too. Like it had been expertly lasered away. Her lips puffed out becoming hot, pink, plush, and perfect for sucking on something hot and hard. Her nose followed suite. Shrinking and becoming a perfect button nose. Her hair grew feet in length as blonde streaks grew in. Her legs grew as her upper body shortened, similar to how her overall height decreased.
Then her tits started to grow. Ashley has always been flat as a board. The skin under and around her nipples starting to push out. It was like small mounds, or hills were growing on the riged plains of her chest. They continue to push and grow becoming larger and larger and more spherical, more fake as they grew. As the changes finished, Ashley moaned to herself in pleasure as she fell into the warm pleasure of sleep.
Ashley had always been an outcast, but never seemed to be treated like one. Her parents had never liked the advent of smart-phones. Insisting that it was a terrible thing for the future of humanity. Being continually sucked into the virtual lifestyle. Seemingly only caring about the number of likes, favorites, reblogs, and any other kind of shallow number that quantified how much someone was loved.
By the time Ashley had turned 18 she’d somehow made it to college without ever having had an actual smart-anything. She’d learned to to pass her time by reading books and watching movies. She could use the family computer, but her parents had managed to limit her access to it by blocking all social media sites at home. Of course, kids are crafty and always find a way around whatever arbitrary rules their parents put into place. Going to one of her few friend’s houses or even the library was a way for Ashley to gain access to the all of the amazing things on the web.
Just because she was temporarily able to gain access to social media didn’t mean that she didn’t feel like an outcast. All the people at school were nice enough to her in person. In fact she had never been bullied in real life. It was different in her virtual life.
Many of her social media accounts received direct messages harassing her. Telling her to drop out, or asking if whatever disgusting rumor about her was true. All from people who would treat her so nicely in real life. It was like real life was just a game and virtual life was were things really happened.
A few months at Hyde University though, and Ashley had forgotten about most of her high school problems. She had found a group of bookish nerds who weren’t social media fiends and didn’t need to post a selfie twice a day. Carmen, Jacky, and Rebecca breathed new life into Ashley’s dead and dying social skills. They’d started a book club, tried to set up next semester so that they could all have the same schedule, and, of course, studied together.
Walking back to her dorm one night after an especially productive but hectic and stressful study session for one of Dr. Calum’s classes, Ashley found herself at the edge of campus. There were tons of bars, clubs, tasty restaurants, and coffee shops next to the tall edifices of academia. Ashley didn’t care for many of that off-campus attractions, but it was the fastest way back to her dorm coming from the library. As she was walking along, she heard a faint buzzing sound, like someone’s phone was on a desk and receiving a text message. At a bus stop ahead of her was an iPhone.
Ashley picked it up, curious as to why it had be left there. There were very few people around, finals were coming up, and only the most hardcore partiers were still out at the clubs. She found that it was one of the newer models that had just come out. With facial recognition capability. The phone, of course, already had a broken screen. Probably dropped one to many times by some bimbo who couldn’t take a selfie correctly.
Picking up the phone had activated the screen. Looking at the screen it seemed to have a pure white background behind all the broken glass, and a text notification that she couldn’t read because the phone was still locked. Just then the screen flashed black and unlocked. The text notification was gone, not that Ashley had noticed though. She had been dazed by the flash. She needed to be getting back to her dorm, not stand at some ratty bus stop. Ashley pocketed the phone and walked back to her dorm.
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Back in her dorm room, Ashley got ready for bed. A quick brush of her teeth and some floss along with a quick change of clothes and she had flopped herself into her bed. She found she had taken the phone with her to bed. Just looking at the phone unlocked it and brought her face to face with the entire assortment of applications and services that she has been denied growing up. Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and every other conceivable social media app that was hip with young people.
Unable to resist her interest in something that had been taboo for so long, Ashley tapped the Instagram icon and created an account. A shiver went down her spine as she did so. A delicious feeling of naughtiness and fun overcame her as she did. She searched and followed some of the popular girls she had heard all the other students talk about.
All of them were so hot! All of their lives seemed like things out of the stories she’d read as a kid. Treated like princesses and being able to go to exotic places in Europe, Africa, and Asia. The more she searched and followed the hornier she got. She was familiar with the feeling, she’d gone through high school! But this! This was a different kind of turn on. The cute and handsome boys in her classes and on campus paled in comparison to the men the insta-beauties had! She wanted them. Ashley felt a desire to be those girls.
Ashley felt herself give into her lust. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed to rub! No! She needed something in her! She swung the covers off and quickly found her roommates dildo. It wasn’t large, nor did it vibrate, but it was something! Laying back down on her bed, phone in her left hand and dildo in her right, she shoved the fake cock inside herself and moaned like a whore. It was like nothing she has ever felt!
Ashley continued to scroll and follow, scroll and follow. The accounts she found seemed to keep getting sluttier and hotter! Woman who flaunted their tight, toned, fake, and downright slutty bodies for their followers. It was so wrong! It was so obscene! So naughty! So… so… so… HOT!
She felt herself lose control of the dildo. Fucking herself rapidly, frantically, losing all rhyme, reason, and rhythm. She felt her clit start to throb. Start to convulse. Ashley dropped her phone onto the bed and started to cum.
She had cum before, a number of times, but this one was different. It was like some unbelievable, invisible force of pleasure was pulsing through every inch of her. Through every muscle and fiber of her being. Cumming from her pussy, the force grew and grew as she pumped the dildo faster, harder and more frantically with both hands, moaning out in ecstasy.
As her eyes drooped and her consciousness faded into sleep, the tingles continued as the phone screen flickered black. Her nails grew longer into pretty perfect French tips. Her body slimmed down. All the fat from her sedentary lifestyle melting away to leave a hot toned body. Her body hair went with it too. Like it had been expertly lasered away. Her lips puffed out becoming hot, pink, plush, and perfect for sucking on something hot and hard. Her nose followed suite. Shrinking and becoming a perfect button nose. Her hair grew feet in length as blonde streaks grew in. Her legs grew as her upper body shortened, similar to how her overall height decreased.
Then her tits started to grow. Ashley has always been flat as a board. The skin under and around her nipples starting to push out. It was like small mounds, or hills were growing on the riged plains of her chest. They continue to push and grow becoming larger and larger and more spherical, more fake as they grew. As the changes finished, Ashley moaned to herself in pleasure as she fell into the warm pleasure of sleep.
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