Chapter 2

Filing away her reflection's enthusiastic display of her new slimthicc figured, Ana continued her life unchanged. After all, that was her reflection's life, not Ana's.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned to months. As fall turned to winter, Ana could hardly recognize her reflection. In part, this was thanks to a seasonal depression Ana found herself in. After so long of living alone in her new apartment, and without much of a social or dating life the past few months, she felt like she was going through the motions. Any glimpse at her reflection told a different story: her reflection always had a sparkle in her eye, and a smile on her face. Her reflection was a woman who was getting what she wanted in her life.

And when sweater season finally came to and end, Ana was shocked to see her reflection's weight had continued to climb. Ana's reflection had completely covered her athletic frame with inches and inches of softened curves and luscious fat.

It was becoming more and more frequent that as Ana went about her life, she would have to make a double take as she caught a now much heavier, much happier version of herself going about it's own, much more vibrant life.

When Ana caught her reflection in the windows of the coffee shop, she saw a wide-hiped woman, with a Pixar-esque frame sipping on large iced lattes and delicious pastries. In the shiny elevator doors at her office, Ana travelled with a reflection who was spilling out of her tight button-bursting office attire. At the gym, Ana's reflection was nowhere to be seen.

At home, Ana had become well acquaintaned with the version of her reflection that sported a round spare-tired pot belly. At the top of her mind, Ana wondered how her reflection could be so happy letting herself go, but deep down Ana knew that she was something attractive about this alternate version of herself. And how could Ana not be jealous if letting go meant her breasts would swell and her hourglass figure would grow more and more dramatic. 'But that's not me, that's her,' Ana reminded herself. 'I like being thin and athletic, don't I?' she asked herself.

As Ana contemplated her resolve to forgo the temptations of her reflection, she had to stop everything she thinking about and watch in rapture as her chubby reflection lifted her pot belly and plopped it on the sink counter in their bathroom. 'Why was that so hot?!' Ana panicked. She was quickly becoming hot, and had immediately become wet in anticipation of what her reflection would do next.

Sure enough, Ana's reflection held each side of her belly in with her hands and shook it up and down to watch her belly jiggle against the counter. With another stupid grin, Ana's reflection pulled out a phone and took a few pictures, now with a sultry expression. As soon as she was satisfied with her pictures, she left the bathroom, and Ana felt she had no choice but to try and follow her through the mirrors in her apartment.

Soon enough, Ana found her reflection in the breakfast room's mirror which overlooked the kitchen. There, in her reflection's kitchen, Ana watched her reflection wearing nothing by a green gingham apron over her plump, bare breasts waiting patiently in front of the blender. Next to the blender were two large jugs of mass gainer shake mix. Forgoing any sort of glass, Ana's reflection placed a straw in her blender and brought the pitcher to her mouth. She drank deeply, and she drank greedily. After little more than a minute or two, Ana's reflection set the pitcher down and closed her eyes in a expression of satisfaction and a certain welcome discomfort from being extremely bloated and full of calories.

Looking over at her own kitchen, which held a similar shake mix Ana used on her weight training sessions, Ana picked up one of her jugs to examine the nutritional label. At the size of drink her reflection had just chugged, a little mental math told Ana that her reflection had just consumed an entire day's worth of calories. No wonder her reflection was getting so big.

For the first time in months, Ana felt a little more like herself: her depressive fog seemed to fade into the background. Before she knew it, Ana had turned on the her own blender, and had preparing a shake of her own. It was hard to drink so much, but it tasted amazing, and the thick liquid coating her throat made her feel alive as it slowly flowed into her small, skinny stomach.

Her belly ached with so much heavy liquid inside, but, for some reason she couldn't explain, that discomfort felt amazing. Taking her bloated belly to the couch, Ana laid down to rub her stomach with one hand, and between her pussy with the other. The simultaneous release was like nothing she had felt a long time.