Chapter 26 - xxvi: reflections and possibilities

The mirror was pretty much gone. Or at least it was no longer recognizable as a piece of furniture. It was an ethereal wall of bubbling shifting and glowing liquid. Ringed by a halo of thrumming powerful energy emitting so much magic it was audible. Gone was the old-fashioned styled vanity mirror, that looked like it had been lifted from some castle somewhere. In its place seemed to be some manner of gate. A large barrier of indescribable power. No doubt magical. Examining my body in its reflective surface. Confirming that the changes had fully affected my more corpulent frame. I was building up a bit of steam, till right before my eyes the reflection started to change.

It shifted and bubbled till a somewhat familiar face was staring back at me. My face, or the face I used to have. Tomboyish and spunky with wild black hair, mostly un styled, in a sexy “I don’t care what you think” sort of way. A skinny frame packed into clothes that were provocative but in a way I could’ve pretended it wasn’t on purpose. Simple black tees with plunging necklines and well fit jeans were main stays. I blinked a few times and the reflection blinked back. I was cute, I figured, if In need of a bit of meat on my bones. As if hearing my mental comment, the reflection fluctuated again. The girl in the mirror expanding and changing before my eyes. Thickening into the supremely overfed hourglass I had given myself. Garnering the provocative and stylish makeup, and the plumper limps of a decidedly more sexual woman. My style shifting into something that did a far better job of displaying my figure. Though at the size I was, nobody was going to be missing me in any room.

Then the mirror changed again, right before my eyes, flickering and glowing for a few moments. Shifting till there was no trace of me remaining. The girl in the mirror was a far cry from the dark-haired goth that had preceded her. This girl was blonde, with her hair done up in innocent seeming pig tails, hiding her pretty eyes behind thick framed glasses. She couldn’t even make eye contact with me, instead staring at the wall behind me. She was decidedly pretty, but everything about her seemed to be hiding it. A neat and well-kept frame hidden beneath outfits designed to obscure it. Fluffy sweaters and sweat pants. But then she started to change like I had. Her body expanding outwards, tearing free of the old restraints that had been concealing her attractiveness. Heaving busts tearing through inadequate sweaters, a bulging ball belly freed for all to witness. Plenty of tanned skin to admire. Makeup powdering her pretty face, which seemed to shift from cute to sexy in real time. Unlike me she hadn’t found new clothes post change. She was displaying her immense frame bare for everyone's appreciation.

But again, before I could admire the view for too long the image changed further. Shifting and fluctuating and shrinking to someone else entirely. Another sharp contrast formed. Blonde hair to red hair, tanned skin to pale. But even before her change the girl in the mirror was displaying confidence. Her body was nice, though it was clearly due to blessed genetics than hard work. She wasn’t afraid to show off her natural advantages either. Shorts designed to accentuate her naturally wide hips. A mischievous smirk on her face that was no doubt the cause of a lot of trouble. Then, she grew. More momentously than either of the girls before her. Her body swelling outwards at a break neck pace as she filled the full gate with the sheer girth of her body. Her hips disappearing for several inches past the reflection's perimeter. Though her breasts stood out, if not for size than for the flood of milk they were producing. Or for the fact they were propped up on a perfectly round and immensely gravid gut. The mischievous smirk was replaced with a placid dozy sort of smile the contended grin of a hedonist. Her clothes had seemed to dissolve into cups on her teats, which seemed to be milking her.

I had figured out the pattern by that point, even as dazzling and somewhat hypnotic as it was to see in motion. So, I wasn’t surprised when the mirror shifted and discolored till it produced a clear image of a dark-skinned girl clad in designer clothing. The girl stood with peak confidence. But she didn't ooze sexuality. She showed skin especially in how she bared her long legs, but it was clearly more for style than sexual appeal. Bearing a knowledgeable grin that seemed downright certain she was the smartest person in the room. Which to her credit was almost certainly true. Then right before my eyes I saw her expand outwards into a new role. Her frame exploding outwards with blubber, but her tits in particular seeming to grow outwards the most. The growth leaving her completely swaddled and immobilized in her own blubber. The confident grin had become a greedy domineering sneer. Her face lined with provocative dark makeup. Her clothing was simple golden accentuations that didn't do anything for chastity. Clearly designed simply to accentuate her size and present it in its superiority. The golden nipple rings I found to be a nice touch.

After a few seconds of examining and getting decidedly turned on by her enormity I realized something strange. She was actually fitting in my frame of view. Which was interesting because Dakota hadn’t. While they were both titanic compared to most people, I had been fairly sure Tahiti eked out our cow in terms of girth. In my confusion I panned my frame of view around and found the answer to the curiosity. The reflective magical field had gotten wider and probably had been steadily doing so since I enacted the incantation. Under normal circumstances one would imagine that this would elicit some concern. But some part of me knew the mirror wasn’t going to destroy the world or some similar movie plot scenario. Its growth was too steady and too relaxed for anything quite that nefarious. Though I couldn’t tell its purpose. Eventually I got bored of appreciating its majesty and I found my eyes drifting down to where I expected to find the image of Tahiti waiting.

Instead I found myself, or rather the me I used to be staring back at me. I was briefly wondering if it was just going to repeat the weird visual show again till I saw her blink. I almost thought I had seen it in an arousal induced stupor, but as I let my eyes investigate further, she cracked a smirk at me. Slowly she reached a hand out, passing through the magical field and placing her hand on mine. She was decidedly solid, and most definitely cute, as vain as it was to think as much. She grasped my hand and gently tugged it in towards the mirror. Having been fully expecting some manner of shining eques pull she was oddly gentle. I probably could’ve stopped to think about it. But given how deep down the magical rabbit hole I was, I didn't see a huge amount of value in questioning what was going on. If anything, asking questions was likely to ruin my chances at some decidedly degenerate twinning sex.

I let her pull me into the vast bubbly expanse of the white and golden void. Passing through the bubbling barrier I found I felt a slight flush of warmth as I was brought past it. The now familiar sensation of magic suffusing my body with energy. As she brought me to my feet I felt her tug me to my feet, pulling me up with the strength of a me who’s body had actually seen exercise other than self-pleasure. It was a rather strange sensation, standing up in the strange expanse of magical nothing. It was like some manner of canvas. But it rippled like water, constantly in some manner of flux. If I hadn’t been so used to the mirror’s nature It probably would’ve given me quite the head ache. I adjusted my outfit a little as my former self stood watching. Though I paused about midway through doing so to ask myself who exactly was going to see me. Before settling on the decision that showing off to my less sexy self was reason enough. She found it decidedly less amusing, rolling her eyes all the while before taking off.

I followed her of course. Somewhat concerned at the prospect of being lost in the void forever with nothing but my libido and my own immense curves. As we walked, I could see color pooling around us. At first it was a dark room with all of its light cemented on a single point. I didn't recognize it till I noticed the giant barrel. It was the studio from Paris’s last curse. But as we walked past where the blonde had last been beached, I saw myself in her predicament. Well a version of me that had been cursed in the same way she had. A version of me with an immensely blubbery body and a clear penchant for showing off her body. As we walked the room shifted again, becoming wooden and smelling of hay. It didn't take me too long to find the version of me hooked up to milkers. The thought of pregnancy more than a little strange to my lesbian mind. Lastly the room became stone and cold, I saw the biggest me yet in Tahiti’s place. The sight of a dominant variant of myself eliciting a variety of complicated feelings I had no time to unpack.

Because the room changed one last time. As we walked into faded back into the void like constitution. Empty barring a long table with four seats, all occupied by previous versions of the other competitors. The table was of course the breakfast table. It seemed I had arrived last as always. The only person missing was whiskey. But he arrived shortly after in the form of some manner of disembodied voice. “The victor of this trial and heir to my infinite magical power is....” He announced his voice booming in the nothing. Before I heard the announcement, I felt my senses fade to shadows, as with my previous mirror uses. But I had no idea who I’d be connected to.