Paul walked along the sidewalk. He'd missed the city bus, and waiting for the next one would make him late for the first class of the day. He kicked a stone along his path. Today had been going poorly so far, and it was still early in the morning. At some point in the night, there had been a popping noise that his dream had just incorporated in as some random nonsense.
That pop, however, hadn't been as random as Paul's subconscious imagined. That was the noise of the charger for his phone unable to fulfill its duties anymore. Paul would wake up hours later to find not only the light streaming through his window far stronger than usual, but a sooty black stain on the wall surrounding the outlets. The defective charger led to Paul finding his phone was out of battery and the nearest clock - the microwave in the kitchen - showed he was running late. Then, to make everything worse, the route he normally took to get to school was blocked off, and he was forced to find a different way around.
At this point, Paul only hoped he’d make it before class ended, though he realized that arriving in time for his second class would be a more reasonable goal. He felt like he was having the worst day of his life, and would be stunned to find out that he was living through the luckiest series of events possible.
If Paul’s charger hadn’t died, he would have arrived for the morning bus in time and been off to school. If his phone had any battery left, it would have informed him of the various road closures in the city, and a faster detour. But instead, Paul had to find his own way, and in the interest of saving time, started jogging through the park.
Being in the park that morning was the most fortunate thing that could have happened to Paul in his entire life. There, in the middle of the pathway was a hole that Paul nearly fell face first into. Instead, he merely slid down the walls of it, unable to stop himself in time to avoid it. There in the pit with him was a rock. At first glance, it was just a plain rock. Shaped like a wedge, it mostly fit in Paul's hand fairly comfortably, even if the size made it a little large to actually hold properly. On each side of the wedge were indents that were strangely smooth and polished. The merest touch against them seemed like a sinful temptation, luring Paul in by the impossibly smooth sensation of his finger slipping against it.
Paul blinked, confused and staring at the rock in his hand. He didn’t remember picking it up. Thinking back only a moment ago, he fell into the pit, and then was marvelling at the stone in his hand. He shook his head, and went to toss the stone away. As he flicked his wrist, he frowned, finding himself unwilling to part with the oddity. Shrugging, he shoved it into his pocket and made his way out of the hole.
By the time he made it to his university, his first class was well past being over. At least he’d be able to go to the rest of his classes. Even though it would make him early, he made his way to the building that housed his next class. It was a nonsense class he was taking, something about how there could be evidence aliens had visited Earth in the past. Even though the school took the stance that none of the material was proven and it was taught much like a class on ancient mythology, Paul and the other students could tell their instructor took the subject a bit more seriously.
Paul leaned against the wall outside of the classroom, letting the current occupants finish up before entering. His hand was drawn to the rock in his pocket, and before he fully realized it, he was holding it in his palm and rubbing it gently with his thumb. The two smooth parts were on opposite sides of the wedge, and given its larger size it was mildly difficult to hold it so that he could feel both of them at the same time. Rolling it around in his hand, he finally managed it. With the widest part of the wedge between his fingers and thumb, he held it like an ice cream cone and managed to press on both smooth spots with his thumb and middle finger.
It suddenly seemed to be buzzing, and Paul’s first instinct was to throw it away from himself. Strangely, the same mental inhibition from earlier in the pit made him unable to discard it. Instead, the wedge seemed to glow in his palm, his fingers stuck to the smooth spots as weird text scrolled across the front of the stone. Paul was baffled, jaw practically on the floor as he stared unblinking at the thing in his hand. Finally, the text faded away, and he was left with the rock looking much the same as before, though now a vaguely human silhouette was on its surface.
Paul looked around; sadly there were no witnesses to what had happened. Tentatively he lifted his thumb and finger, and found them able to separate from the stone. No, not a stone, Paul told himself. A device. It was showing an image, it reacted to input. This had to be some kind of technology. Tentatively, Paul put his thumb against one of the pads. It tingled, but not enough to worry him. Suddenly though, he groaned. His pants felt tight, and it wasn’t that they shrunk. He was rock hard, his head filled with desire and lust.
Removing his thumb from the device stopped the energy from building up in him, and he could feel it wearing off. “Fuck,” Paul whispered under his breath. It was fading away, but he was still horny. Too horny to question what had happened or the safety of it, Paul jammed his thumb onto the smooth spot again. He was barely able to keep the guttural moan from slipping past his lips now that he was expecting it, but that didn’t stop the device from filling him with the same passion. He noticed the image on the stone - the ‘screen’ as he was already mentally referring to it - had taken a bit more form.
It was a woman. She was naked, and she was hot. Paul nearled unleashed his load right then, but kept his composure together. Strangely, she didn’t really seem to have any features. Sure, she had breasts, hips, a lithe waist, and long hair… but Paul couldn’t make out what color her hair was. Her face was modestly adorned with makeup, despite having no features. A sane man would have questions how he could pick out details without them being present, but Paul was otherwise occupied.
Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder. Paul almost dropped the strange rock in surprise - he almost certainly would have, if it allowed him to get rid of it. He removed his thumb from the contact point and looked at the person who surprised him.
It was Gabrielle; Paul’s sigh of relief potentially didn’t sound very different compared to the noises he was making as she walked up, but he didn’t care. He’d known Gabrielle since they were kids, and they had a relationship that had straddled the line between being practically siblings and being romantically involved until they finally shared their first kiss in college. Now, Gabrielle was definitively his best friend and his girlfriend, and the one person he knew he could share this find with.
“What are you doing Paul?” She looked hesitant. To be fair, he was standing there holding a rock with the largest boner he’d ever sported, so it would be worth a moment’s apprehension.
"Ah, uh… well, you see this?" Paul thrust the rock into her hands. She frowned, looking at the feminine image that remained on the screen.
"So you're into stone tablet porn? Gee Paul, that really rocks." She smirked at her own joke while Paul snatched the device back.
"It's not like that! Let me show you!" Gabrielle was already shaking her head, chuckling as she went into class, Paul helplessly following. "Gab, please, let me explain!"
"Look, it's fine hun." She wiped away a tear of laughter, smiling at her boyfriend. "You found something neat, I don't care if it's a little weird. Just don't show it to the professor, she might think an alien gave it to you!" Gabrielle waggled her fingers, pantomiming some supernatural action before laughing again.
Paul sat back in his chair and nodded. It'd probably be best to keep it to himself, because while his girlfriend wouldn't have an issue with a little bit of weirdness, other people might. Making sure no one would be able to see the screen of the device - or the bulge his crotch would make - Paul placed his thumb against the contact pad again.
The surge of arousal wasn't as hard to hide as before, perhaps since it never fully wore off. Still, he was as hard as a rock, his heart rate demonstrably evident through the throbbing erection in his pants. The world around him faded away, becoming easier and easier to ignore as he became laser focused on the display.
He studied the figure in a bit more detail. Her breasts were hazy, like the rest of the details, but he could almost make out that the haze was generated from different shapes and sizes of breasts, all displayed at the same time. It almost seemed as though every breast type was shown at once. While Paul loved all women, in every shape and size, he definitely had his favorites. A couple sizes up from the smallest the screen showed, while remaining perky.
He couldn't help but gasp softly - earning irritated glares from a few other students around him trying to pay attention to the class that had already begun - as he saw the screen shift. It was just like he was thinking about; the smallest sizes had disappeared, while the largest remained. All the breasts that weren’t “perky” had also vanished, such as any that were saggy or overly fake. Instead, a wide range of natural breasts all following the same general shape across many different sizes remained on the feminine torso being displayed. Paul couldn’t help but wonder what else was possible. The class was an ignorable distraction - besides, the instructor was on some crazy tangent about unpredicted meteor strikes and road closures or something - while he sorted out this mystery.
Biting his lip, he worked his way from the top of the display down. The hair was a hazy blur, a mismatch of colors and lengths and styles that made any one detail hard to discern. Paul knew that longer hair was something he found attractive in women, and when that long hair was on a girl that was rather short it created a dramatic effect he couldn’t resist. Sure enough, the display changed to obediently display a girl more in line with his fantasies. The hair was longer - he couldn’t make out anything shorter than below the shoulders while some of it descended past the hips. It was also straighter than before, with a lot of curls and frizz toned down to accommodate the longer length.
Drawing his eyes down the womanly figure, he noticed her hips were lacking compared to the breasts on display. He imagined them wider, with a full ass behind them. The woman in the display was definitely curvy now, and Paul supposed it would be fair to call that an hourglass shape. The only thing missing were the tights. If there was any one thing Paul loved, it was skin tight clothes or tights wrapped around a woman’s legs. The snugger the fit, the better. Leggings or hose, nylon, or lace, he was addicted to it. They appeared dutifully, the wide amount of options appearing on the woman’s body.
He wondered if he could push it into the impossible - after all, a rock showing his fantasies and keeping him throbbingly erect seemed impossible to begin with. While still holding his thumb on the button, he imagined how those fabrics would absorb into the woman’s skin and spread across her, leaving the texture and pattern of whatever skintight clothing she was wearing as an adornment for her entire body. Sure enough, the screen displayed that: from head to toe, the undetailed model of his lust was covered in various fabrics. Upon closer inspection, he realized the dizzying array of overlayed models weren’t wearing bodysuits, but rather were now made of the material itself. He grinned - such a woman would lust for these garments, wearing nothing else if possible. Hell, a woman like this would find herself attracted to everyone else if they all looked like this.
Everyone stood up around Paul, and he realized he spent the entire lesson daydreaming. He stood to try and blend in, only to feel his own girth tugging his pants out of position. A frown crossed his lips, and he knew he would have to do something about it before the day went on. The campus’s student center was rather out of the way, and he had essentially another hour before his next class. The bathrooms there would have to do the trick.
It was a long, agonizing walk across campus. The device fit snugly in his pocket, but he was unable to get the images out of his head. The fog of arousal lifted enough from his mind to question what was happening though. How did it work? Who made it? What was its actual use? Paul doubted it was simply a tool for jacking off. Either way, the questions helped occupy Paul's mind until he got to the bathroom stall.
He hadn't noticed anyone on his way to the stall, and he was ready to get down to business. Sitting on the cold seat, member in hand, he pulled the stone out of his pocket. His thumb against the contact pad made his body explode with warmth and pleasure. The throbbing in his hand was intense and hard to ignore, but he was left awkwardly holding the device. The sound of bells startled him - the campus clock tower was announcing it was noon, and the first bell had rung out. He slid his grip slightly, and his index finger made contact with the second contact pad right as the second bell sounded.