The Mirror

A woman's bathroom mirror alters her reflection and slowly transforms her. Explicit.

The mirror in Jessica's bathroom wasn't broken, not physically. It was just showing the wrong things.

Day 1

She was in the middle of combing her hair when it first happened. She looked at her reflection and saw she was wearing lipstick. Not just any shade, but a vibrant blue. It didn't match with her casual college student clothes or with her short black hair or her basic, simple makeup. A wrinkle creased her brow as she pouted her lips and curled them upward so she could see them directly. They were normal. Unpainted. But in the mirror, they were electric blue.

Jessica stepped out of her bathroom to grab her phone from the bed. Flicking its camera on to use as a mirror, it showed her face, with an eye-catchingly bright shade of blue lipstick. She curled her lips up again to check. They were blue in reality, too.

Her phone came with her back into the bathroom. Next to her moisturizer on the counter was a small tube of blue lipstick, as if it had always been there. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She gasped quietly. Her fingers rose to her blue lips as she stared at her reflection's eyes. Thick black eyeliner rimmed each eye, and a heavy coat of blue eyeshadow dusted the tops of her eyelids. It was smoky and striking and colorful, and not at all what she'd looked like a few moments ago.

Jessica raised her phone. The front camera showed her eyes, normal, with just a touch of eyeliner to give her that 'natural' look that wasn't really natural. The back camera showed her reflection, thick with eyeliner. She flipped back and forth a few times, to make sure she wasn't just seeing things.

Slowly, she turned away from the mirror. She walked to the door and looked back at her reflection, then down at her phone. Still normal. She stepped out into her bedroom, eyes on her phone's screen as blue bloomed across her eyelids and black traced around the corners of her eyes.

Looking back into the bathroom, she could just barely make out the case for her new eyeshadow and eyeliner sitting on the counter.

Not wanting to go back into the bathroom, Jessica crossed her studio apartment to the kitchen sink. With a paper towel, she scrubbed the bright makeup off her face, until she was back to looking like her normal self. She glanced back at the bathroom door once more, but she had no time to investigate further. Class started in half an hour. She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, then headed out the door.

By the time her first lecture was over and she left to get lunch with her friend Amber, she was half-sure that she'd only dreamed seeing something wrong in the mirror.

Day 2

Jessica woke, groggy as always, and stumbled into the bathroom. She was barely awake by the time she started the shower running. Bending over, she tugged off her shirt, tossed it into her laundry bin, and then stopped.

The mirror. Had it been a dream? Her eyes turned slowly, anxiously toward the sink. There was the mirror, and there was her reflection in it, wearing the same colorful makeup as yesterday. A soft gasp rose from her chest. Her reflection's breasts lifted and jiggled. They were rounder, heavier, big enough to stick forward when she turned to her side, heavy enough to hang, and round enough to gently rest together in the middle. It was difficult to tell just from looks how big her mirror-chest was, but she estimated a D-cup at least.

Standing on her tip-toes, Jessica noticed another thing. She had always had a soft belly; not from bad habits, just genetics and not caring enough to exercise it away. But now, her waist was tight. She pinched her belly and her reflection got only a little bit of fat to wiggle between her fingers. The morning bathroom air even felt cold around her waist, like she had lost the weight around her middle already.

Jessica took a big breath. Again, her reflection's chest heaved. She wanted to experiment, to find out how this worked. She reached her hand up to one of her own B-cup breasts and held her hand right in front of it. In the mirror, her fingers hovered just in front of her larger chest. She wrapped her fingers around her breast and squeezed upward. Her reflection did the same, though unable to reach as far around her bigger breast. Jessica bit her lip and held back a sudden shudder. When she pulled her hand away, her reflection's nipple was stiff and swollen from the way her palm had brushed it.

So, motion in the mirror was not absolute, but relative to her body. And she could feel what her reflection would feel. That explained the chill around her waist despite her body still looking the same.

Jessica climbed into the now-warm shower and pulled the curtain across. A sudden hot rush struck her in the gut, making her breathe in and arch her chest out. A force pulled at the inside of her waist, dragging it inward. The fat around her middle vanished and the water pouring over her felt extra-hot against her stomach. She took a hissing breath between her teeth and slid away from the water.

Her breaths were short and clipped as her chest began to grow. Each time her ribs rose, it pulled the skin tighter and more tender, so she tried to breathe as shallowly as possible. Her breasts grew in small surges, like mass was flooding into them, then sloshing and settling for a moment, then surging in again. She took her breasts in each hand and a very un-Jessica moan fell out of her mouth. Her skin was much, much too tender.

Puffing softly, Jessica slipped back under the shower head. Against her waist, it felt like the water had somehow slipped underneath her skin. And against her breasts, each stream hitting her was a little thump, a tiny wince to remind her how tender her skin was. Soaping up was even harder. And as she rinsed off, she found she was spending far too much time kneading her fingers against her soft breasts.

Her breasts were just bigger. Why was she having such trouble leaving them alone? Cheeks hot, loins hotter, and feeling unsatisfied, Jessica forced herself to let go of her chest and turn off the water.

She didn't just barge right out, though. So far, every time she'd looked into the mirror, something was wrong, and then when she looked away, she'd changed. If she didn't look in the mirror, everything would be fine. Maybe.

Both her eyes were shut tight. She batted the shower curtain open and took careful steps over the lip of the tub. Her body knew the way, but she put her hands on the wall for support as she turned the corner and stepped out of the bathroom.

There, she thought. A way to get around it.

A sudden flush of heat rippled from her waist down. She breathed in sharply and stiffened. Her knees went weak. The bathroom almost snatched her up again, but she toppled forward, falling onto her bed chest-first. Her nipples buzzed. Her ass arched out behind her, smoother and softer and thicker. As it grew, her legs softened too, to make one smooth curve from her ankles up to her waist. Sparing a hand, she rubbed from the top of her ass down, across the swell of her hips, to her thigh. Her skin was hot, smooth, and sensitive to her touch.

She licked her lips. They felt puffy, almost coated, like they'd been dipped in sugar and every movement made the grains tingle sweetly against her lips. She pushed her lips together, and they came open with a pop. They formed into a gentle pout, glossy and blue once again. Her plump lips twisted and curled as she wriggled on the bed. At last, she had an arm up underneath her. Her fingers sunk into her breasts and started kneading. Her other arm stuck out in front of her and she stared at it, at her first two fingers, as they came closer, as she slipped them into her mouth and squeezed her lips around them and sucked.

Only reluctantly was she able to pull her fingers from between her lips. She shifted to one side and shoved them down between her legs instead. Warm saliva on her fingertips met warm folds. She bounced and rocked against her fingers. She spread herself open and made small circular motions, slowly inching deeper. Small motions were all she needed. In only a few minutes, she groaned out loud and orgasmed, sprawled out on her bed. She lay against the sheets, panting in the afterglow.

Jessica thought she would have trouble finding clothes to wear, but her clothes had all changed Her bra fit perfectly (DD cup, she checked). The yellow-pink tank top she tugged over her chest fit well, too. She couldn't remember ever buying something with such a low neckline. Instead of jeans, her drawer was full of leggings and skirts, so she went with a skirt that reached her mid-thigh. None of it was ideal, but she still had class to make. At least it kept her decent.

Once in class, though, she had a new concern. She couldn't concentrate. It wasn't that she didn't understand what was going on. She had no problem following the chemical formulas when she could focus. The problem was her focus drifting to her cleavage, then to her lips, then down to her nipples, then to her puffy pussy squeezed into a snug-fitting pair of panties. She would get halfway through an equation and then get an urge to feel herself up and have to start over.

At the end of lecture, she tucked herself into a stall in the bathroom, shoved down her pants, and rubbed herself until she was out of breath and basking in afterglow. She caught her breath before getting up and leaving for the food court.

For lunch, she met with Amber and sat outside. The sun shone off Jessica's fair-skinned cleavage and she curled her back to try to keep from bumping her chest into her plate. Amber sat across the table, alternating between talking and jabbing at her bowl of noodles. Amber had long blonde hair that was more often frizzy than not, a warm smile, and a naturally curvier body than Jessica's. Jessica sucked on her second smoothie of the day, working her lips around the thick straw while Amber chatted about class.

"Hey, quick question," Jessica said. "Anything seem different about me today?"

Amber regarded her briefly, then shook her head. "No...is it a new haircut?"

Jessica's heart missed a beat. She grabbed a lock of her hair, but it was the same short brunette cut as usual. "No," Jessica said, "I just...saw some weird stuff in my mirror."

"What, like it's haunted?" Amber asked. She was grinning.

"Nah, forget about it," Jessica said. She stuck her lips around the smoothie straw and sucked until her nerves were soothed again.

Day 3

Jessica had begun to notice that things were different in her room. Her bottom-shelf textbooks, the old ones she couldn't sell back, were DVDs. Her TV was now set up so that she could see it while she was lying in bed. Small things, but things that made her room seem different. Her chair was softer—or maybe that was her ass. She had her computer open, with fifteen different tabs on mirrors. The science of mirrors, folk stories about mirrors, mirror repair in her local area.

What she was going to do was cover up the mirror. That seemed like the only way to stop its influence. If she wasn't reflected in it, it couldn't affect her. She was too anxious about its effects to give Amber a call and ask for help—she didn't want to mess up her friend's body too. So she had a solution: her spare bedsheet and some big strips of duct tape. The only problem was that she'd have to expose herself to the mirror in order to cover it up.

Jessica was ready. Okay, she wasn't ready, but she was going in anyway. She stepped into her bathroom and turned to look in the mirror and nearly dropped the sheet.

It was getting worse.

Her reflection wasn't in the right place. She was off to the side, leaning forward in front of the mirror, topless. Her breasts were even larger, and they hung down in a round, perky way that suggested they weren't natural. Each of her nails were long, glossy, and pink, and with her mouth closed, her lips were a swollen-edged pout. In front of her was a long, translucent blue shaft, rippled along its length like a series of bulbs squeezed together.

With a hungry look in her eyes, her reflection bent down and parted her lips. Jessica grabbed at the corners of the sheet and started craning up to stick it to the wall. Her jaw cranked open and she felt something large between her lips, stretching them tight...but there was nothing there. She was feeling what her reflection felt She dropped one of the corners and brought her hand to her throat. The lobes made her esophagus bulge, and she could feel the bulges on the outside of her neck. She needed to get the mirror covered, now.

She stuck one corner to the wall and gllked around the feeling of a long shaft plunging into her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered, her eyes watered, and she strained to stick up the second corner. She slapped the tape onto the wall. The mirror was covered. Her reflection was hidden.

And now it was the real Jessica's turn. She gripped the counter tight, but her fingers were gradually pushed back by her growing nails. Thick pink gloss swelled out of her cuticles, dripped down her nails, and formed into tapered, rounded tips. Inch-long, manicured nails.

Jessica's pulled her hands to cup her chest. They were growing. Not just growing, but something was growing inside of them, pushing them outward, forcing them to feel rounder. If she squeezed tight enough, the growing pressure pushed back, like some viscous fluid being pumped into her.

She couldn't help what her hands did. They squished her breasts together as she leaned forward. They cupped and lifted the growing mounds up into the air. They rolling her nipples between their fingertips, then let her breasts flop back down against her chest. They scooped and pushed and squeezed until her pale skin was pink from all the stimulation and ached against her tank top. In desperation, she tugged her top off and tossed it aside.

And then she saw it: the dildo. The same one her reflection had used, now sitting on her counter, right where it had been in the mirror. Her glossy blue lips quivered. They began to bulge. Little ripples on the surface of her lips smoothed out as the skin was pulled tighter. The plumper the corners of her lips got, the more they fell open into an O. She grabbed the base of the dildo with her taloned fingers and tried to use her arms to hold herself back. Instead, she picked up the dildo and lifted the tip to her lips.

Pop. The first bulb slipped into her mouth. Pop pop pop-pop-pop-poppoppop. Each ripple was another tingle running through her lips, another bit of tightness. Her throat strained weakly against the rubber sliding down it. The bulges each made her throat bow outward slightly. It pressed against her voicebox as it went down. And then back up again. And down, and up...she pumped it in and out of her mouth, until her blue pout squeezed against the stylized balls at the base of the shaft, then back until the very last bulb was tugging at her lips, and again, and again.

Jessica's hand pushed between her legs, but her infuriatingly long nails would have been hell on her pussy. She had to settle for palming and brushing her folds with her fingertips, keeping her nails arched away from the tender skin. Her heartbeat throbbed through her body, against the tight, jiggly masses now squeezed into her breasts, and through the achingly tender flesh of her lips, and down to her swollen mound.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. Her fingers pushed and the dildo pumped but it was so hard to finger herself with these stupid nails that she was driving herself insane trying to get off. A full fifteen minutes later, her hips finally jerked, her legs quivered, her toes curled. Drops of her juices dripped onto the tile. As soon as the dildo was out of her mouth, she began to pant for air.

It had taken her so long to get off with just her fingertips. If only she'd had a dildo, she could have saved herself the frustration... Her eyes drifted down to the big blue shaft she'd just pulled from her mouth. Oh, god damn it. All that frustration because she didn't think to pull the stupid dildo out of her hungry mouth.

Her head now clearer, Jessica took stock of the situation. The bad news was her tits were bigger (did she always call them tits?) and her lips were plump to the point where it was hard to claim that they hadn't been enhanced. Not to mention her nails, which were already making it tricky for her to do things like turn the shower knob or grab the soap. (She did still need to shower.) On the bright side, the fact that she had triggered a change meant that the mirror could no longer see her. The sheet had worked. She was safe for now.

Her shower almost devolved into another fingering session. Scrubbing her tits had nearly sent her scrambling for the dildo again, but with some slow breathing and pushing her back up against the cold tile, she was able to calm down. Now wrapped in her towel, she walked into her room to find that things had changed even more. The décor was more pastel, and another two shelves of her bookshelf were dedicated to DVDs. A good half of them were anime, which she didn't even watch. Her TV and bed were bigger, and her bed had a soft blue fleece on it instead of her usual black sheets. To make up for her bigger bed, her computer desk had shrunk. Instead of textbooks on top of her desk, there was what appeared to be a vibrator, along with a few empty smoothie bottles. Just looking at them made Jessica lick her lips and quiver slightly, but she had class to get to. She had to get dressed.

Her clothes had adjusted, too. Her tops were skimpier, tending toward either spaghetti straps and plenty of cleavage, or bare midriffs. She tugged a blue bra over her breasts, letting it squeeze them together and lift them up, then a pink tank top over top of that. The tank top left about six inches of bare stomach showing, dipped its neckline far enough that the edge of the bra was almost visible, and had a series of holes cut across the front, in a smooth swoop over her chest. Her bra showed through the holes, adding a bit of blue to the pink.

Instead of a skirt she grabbed a pair of tiny shorts: snug, white, and reaching down only to the level of her crotch. At least the waist didn't ride low enough to show off her panties. Jessica slipped into a pair of pink wedge sandals. Four inches was the lowest heel she had.

Jessica couldn't find her backpack, because it had been replaced by a bag. She didn't even notice it was where she'd left her backpack at first, and only after a few minutes searching for it did she realize it washer backpack's counterpart. She slung it over her shoulder, but just before she left, a thought struck her. She dipped back into the bathroom, grabbed the dildo from the counter, and stuck it in her bag. In case she needed to blow off steam.

Class was awful. Everything made sense, she still remembered all the formulas and how to figure out an electron's orbit, but when it came time to putting that knowledge to work, her tits needed a bit of rubbing. Or her panties had dug up against her swollen pussy and she had to fix her cameltoe. Or she had started sucking on her pen and didn't even realize it and then she'd missed five minutes of notes while giving her pen head.

After she woke up from that little lapse, she had to slip out the back with her bag, rush to the bathroom, and fuck herself to orgasm with the dildo. And then she couldn't just put it back in her bag like that, so with flushed cheeks, she rinsed and dried her dildo in the bathroom sink, then came back to class with enough time to catch the last five minutes.

With a tray of four smoothies in hand, Jessica headed for the seat in the food court where she met up with Amber. Amber was there, but the way she looked made Jessica's heart start pounding. She was pretty. Not just pretty but dolled up, with her hair heavily brushed to get rid of the frizz, and a little collagen pout to her lips, and a rack that sat proud on her chest, gently defying her bra's attempt to confine it. She had French-tipped nails. Jessica sat down across from her and started anxiously slurping on the first of her smoothies.

There wasn't an easy way to put it. She had to ask, and better to be blunt, right? "Amber, what's...why do you have implants?" Jessica asked, her voice quiet.

"Come on, don't be silly. You convinced me to get them!" Amber said, sticking out her chest. Her tank top said 'PINK' across the front, letters gently stretched around her breasts.

"I did?" Jessica asked.

Amber rolled her eyes. "Yeah, remember after you got yours, and you talked about how it made you feel more 'yourself' and all that? And then you took me to talk to your surgeon, and we decided to start light?" She let out a small laugh. "Though I'm not surprised that you'd forget."

This wasn't good. Amber didn't even know about the mirror. Why had she changed too? Why couldn't she tell the difference?

Jessica slurped the last dregs of her smoothie, then set the cup aside and moved onto her second. "So, hey, how about today's class? You think it was hard?" she asked.

Amber shook her head. "Nah, thought it was all right. But I know it's a bit easier for me since you're, y'know. Distracted."

Jessica was glad to know that Amber wasn't having the same problems as her. But she wasn't glad to hear that her short attention span and high sex drive was normal for the new her. She stuck the straw back between her lips and sucked on the thick smoothie to soothe her anxiety.

Day 4

The mirror loomed behind its cover while Jessica showered. The secret to not getting lost in her tits while showering, she'd found, was splashing them instead of trying to rub them. Still left them feeling tender, sure, but avoided the slippery slope leading to jilling off in the shower.

In the midst of her splashing, a soft flump escaped her notice. It came from beyond the shower curtain. Jessica finished washing, cranked the water off, and pulled open the curtain. She looked up, right into her reflection's eyes.

Shit, the cover! The moisture and heat of the shower had made the tape peel off. Jessica was about to tug the shower curtain closed, but stopped not a moment too soon. That would break line of sight. She'd get another change, and she'd still have to pass the mirror to get out. Instead, shuddering, she stared at herself in the mirror.

The sight of herself was nearly pornographic. Her breasts were big, heavy spheres of pale skin, jutting out in front of her with stiffly-swollen nipples. They weren't huge, but they were very fake; their smooth, sculpted shape preserved her youthful look while still making her seem artificial. Her reflection was pouting her lips out into a plump, wet O. Her makeup was more heavier, thicker, more intense. Her eyes were a bright, vacant-looking baby blue.

What really caught her attention was her hair. The top layer was cyan-electric-blue, bright and vibrant, and with each layer down faded until at the bottom, it was pastel pink. When she stood still, the pink only showed along her tips. Then her reflection made a pouty half-smile and tossed her hair. The layers of pink flared out, overtaking the blue, until her locks settled down again. Every little motion made it shimmer iridescent between pink and blue.

Her reflection sent one pink-nailed hand between her legs and wrapped the other one around one of her taut breasts. Jessica felt the sensation immediately, the ache of fingering herself and the tightness of her nipples poking out, stiff and begging for attention. She stumbled as she climbed out of the shower, slumping against the counter. She looked up, right into her own glazed-over expression of pleasure. A hand on the wall, she staggered out of the bathroom and burst into her room. Her chest was heaving.

Here it came.

Jessica tossed her head back and moaned out loud. Pleasure screamed down her nerves from her lips and her tits straight to her pussy. With slow, wobbling pulses, her lips puffed up further. As they gained volume, they squeezed into rounder shapes, pressing out further from her face like a pair of big bloated pillows. At the corners, they tapered just enough that she could hold her mouth open in a plump O or squeeze her thick cocksuckers into a prominent pout.

Her breasts swelled outward. The implants inside stretched around the new mass they were filling with, and as they grew, they began to take on a new, sculpted shape. They weren't perfectly round; they had a gentle sag to them, so that her breasts would seem a little more natural. Their bulging G-cup size wouldn't convince anyone that they were home-grown, but they still fit her frame. The tight push and strain of her implants, the tender skin stretching around them, her hardened nipples—they all made her pussy throb between her thighs.

Her nose tugged back against her face, sinking down into a smaller, more subtle shape. Her eyes grew wider and larger, while her irises shimmered up to the bright blue she'd seen in the mirror. Her chin and cheekbones and brow were smoothed and softened. She reached up to feel her face and ended up stroking her cheeks, feeling the impeccably smooth skin swish by under her fingers.

Like warm oil or moisturizing cream, that smoothness rolled down her body. Her neck, her shoulders, her arms, over her chest and down between her legs. As it passed, her body hair vanished, leaving her as sleek as if she'd freshly shaved. A shiver of chill ran through her; without insulation, the air felt colder and sharper against her sensitive skin.

Jessica crawled onto the bed. Soft gasps slipped between her lips. She snatched one of the multiple vibrators off of her desk and knelt down on top of her pink tiger-stripe sheets. Parting her legs, she stuck the vibrator underneath her. A moment more of anticipation hung as she held it steady. Its tip met her pussy and spread it open. With a deep breath, she pushed her hips down and clicked the switch.

The vibrator buzzed its way into her. Her jaw went slack and she started rocking against the pulsing rubber shaft inside her. Jessica didn't feel like herself. She felt hungry, desperate and excited. She squeaked as she bounced against the vibrator, still on her knees, bouncing up and down.

"Oh my god," she gasped, in a higher-pitched voice than her own. She couldn't stay kneeling, she had to get a better angle. As she flopped over to lie on the bed, her hair began to grow. It flooded out behind her, forming a pillow of thick locks for her to rest her squirming head on. The color changed in waves—first, the black was leeched out of it, in a wave of platinum silver from the roots to the tips. Then came the color. It swooshed down along the outside of her locks in bright blue and pinkened as it sunk down deeper. Her hair, tangled and tossed on the bed, was a wild swirl of blue and pink, a dizzy blend of ostentatious, feminine color.

Jessica pushed her shoulders against the bed and arched her back. One hand held her vibrator as she rocked against it. Her other hand wasn't at her breasts, but her mouth. Since she was too deep in her own bucking, groaning masturbation to get another dildo, her fingers kept her mouth busy. Three fingers together was barely enough to make her lips tingle, but it had to do. She sucked on her manicured nails while jerking her hips against the vibrator until, with a cry, she orgasmed.

She was too tender to leave the vibrator in. She pulled it free and clicked it off, then lay on her bed of hair, puffing and panting through her extra-pouty cock-sucking lips. She slowly pushed herself up, folding her lips together into as much of a frowny pout as she could muster.

Her room was definitely different now. Only a small contingent of textbooks was piled up next to her DVD shelf, and on closer inspection, a lot of those DVDs were porn, for watching on the big TV right in front of her plush queen-size bed. Her computer desk was cluttered with sex toys and makeup, and through the door of her open closet, she could see all the high-heeled shoes just waiting for her to wear them.

"Oh my god," she whined, slowly looking around her apartment. "What kinda girl am I?" She rubbed at her throat—her voice was different. Higher and sweeter, and she would have said more innocent, but she knew the sex drive she had now. She was definitely not innocent.

Jessica grabbed her phone and clacked her nails against the front. She still hadn't gotten the hang of touchscreens with her stupid, pretty nails. She got the camera open and switched it to the front to use as a mirror.

Her lipstick hadn't changed, though now the gloss made her lips shimmer in the light and look like perfect curves, puffed out smooth and round from her face. Her eyeshadow had thickened, not only darkening on her eyelids but spreading out further, feathered out to draw out the outline of her eyes. Her lashes were dark and thick, dashed with smooth mascara to get a cute flutter every time she blinked. With her cheeks and chin softened, she didn't look like herself. Maybe like her younger, prettier sister.

She needed to leave for class soon, but she honestly didn't know if she could get anything out of it when she was this...bubbly. It felt like being in the middle of a fizzy soda, being bumped in all directions by the bubbles but unable to go anywhere.

Jessica stuffed herself into a pink tee shirt top that ended above the bottom of her breasts, showing off both cleavage and underboob. She entirely forgot a bra. Her tits jostled and jiggled inside the tight top while she stuck her legs into a pair of fluffy white leggings and tugged a pair of blue legwarmers up to her calves. She picked out a pair of pink, clubby, open-toed shoes with a six-inch heel and wiggled them onto her feet.

She'd take care of her mirror later. Even if she was going to be too bubbly for class, she needed to get a chance to see Amber, if only to make sure she was okay.

In class, Jessica sat as far in the back as possible, so she could slip out to make bathroom breaks whenever she needed to, and so no one would notice her groping herself through her clothes. She brought a tray of four smoothies to class, and even that left her sucking on a marker—since a pen wasn't enough—for a good portion of the class.

As Jessica clicked out to the food court for more smoothies to suck on, she heard Amber call out, "Hey, Jess!" Amber waved eagerly as she came clacking over. Jessica's stomach twisted as she saw how Amber looked now.

Amber was bulging tight out of her tiny white tank top, her skin gently bronzed, and her curly blonde hair twisted with pink underneath. Her hair dye was a simpler fade than Jessica's—it didn't have the layers to give it a color-changing effect, it just faded from blonde down to a shiny pink at the tips of her curls.

Amber had definitely upgraded her implants, too. Or maybe now the first set she got had been bigger. Her breasts were straining to fit in her tank top, big and round and probably F-cups, Jessica guessed. Her lips were swollen into a beestung pout and dashed with a glittery pink lipstick. A tiny pair of black shorts clung to her hips, and her heels were pushed up by a pair of strappy gold platform heels.

"Hey, Amber—eep!" Jessica squeaked. Amber didn't stop walking; she clicked right up to Jessica, threw her arms around her, and squished their breasts together to give her a kiss. Jessica's naturally wide-eyed, doe-like expression only intensified.

"Mmmh!" Amber cooed, before settling back down on her heels. "Did you come in to class today? You know I'm taking notes for you, right?"

The bubbly feeling in Jessica's head was making it tough to parse all of this at once. "Umm, I like, forgot," she said.

"Oh. My. God. You are such a cute little ditz sometimes!" Amber said. She ruffled Jessica's hair a little, causing a small explosion of pink and blue.

"Speak for yourself," Jessica said. There was a little note of concern in her voice.

"Yeah, well, you got me into it. You're the one to blame, little miss bimbo," Amber teased. She weaved her fingers together with Jessica's.

A short wait in line later, Jessica had four smoothies in front of her. Amber had only two. While Jessica soothed her oral fixation, Amber asked, "So, can I come over to your place tonight?"

Jessica squeaked and popped the straw from her mouth. "Uh, that's like, not a good idea. I gotta take care of some stuff."

"Wow, I think that's like the first time you've ever declined sex with me," Amber said, grinning.

Jessica forced herself to laugh. "Hah. Yeah, it's like, pretty serious. Maybe tomorrow."

Day 5

A knock at the door dragged Jessica out of bed. As she stood up onto her tiptoes, she remembered how she looked. She tugged her fuzzy pink tiger-print blanket around her shoulders. Dragging it like a cape, she shuffled over to the door. Her sleep hadn't even smudged her makeup, and her hair shimmered between blue and pink as she moved.

Jessica opened the door to find a man standing in front of her apartment. He wasn't particularly tall or short, but he did have a pair of glasses on, and a bushy beard, and reminded her of some of her professors.

"I'm here to fix your mirror," he said.

Jessica blinked sleepily and squinted out into the light. "Huh? Like, how d'you know about that?" she asked.

"I'm from the Institute," he said, as if that was an answer. He held out a business card; she took it and turned it over. 'The Institute' was written in small print in the middle of it, and nothing else.

Jessica considered her options. He gave her an uneasy feeling, but she wanted the mirror gone, and he knew about it already. Warily, she shuffled aside and said, "The bathroom's in the back."

The man walked straight through her apartment, taking no note of her stock of sex toys, or the stacks of porn, or her gaudy pink-and-pastel home decor. He stepped into the bathroom and swung the door shut behind him.

Jessica busied herself by making a cinnamon-banana smoothie. Her lips were aching again and she needed something to suck on. Once it was blended up, she poured it into a large cup, stuck a straw into it, and leaned over the counter to close her lips around it. A little squeak of a moan left her nose. She dug her pink nails into the counter. Her other hand held the straw steady. Up on her tiptoes, she bobbed up and down, dragging her pouty lips along the straw like it was a shaft.

The creamy taste reminded her of cinnamon rolls. She kept pumping her head up and down as her pussy ached, but fought the urge to touch herself. Not right now, she thought, while she deepthroated a straw and groaned hungrily.

In five minutes, the smoothie was gone and Jessica's lips were soothed. She had dampened the crotch of her panties, but she wasn't going to play with herself while the man was still here. She wasn't going to do it. She sat down on her bed and told herself not to as she reached down between her legs and started rubbing. At least she had a blanket over her.

Her mind sparked and sputtered as she fingered herself. She melted onto the bed, until she was buried under her blanket, rocking her hips, with her cheek rubbing against the sheets. Then she heard the bathroom door creak open.

Jessica jerked her fingers away from her pussy and sat up. She stayed beneath the blanket, not wanting to expose herself to the mirror. "Did you fix it?" she asked through her protective cover.

"I'm taking it to quarantine. You can come out," he said.

Jessica stuck her head out from beneath the sheets. The man stood in front of the bed, with a large square under one arm, wrapped up in black velvet.

"Oh my god," she breathed, looking from the covered mirror, to his face. "What was it? Is there, like...a way to go back?" she asked.

"Uncertain; maybe a quantum portal, maybe a scrying mirror. Further study is needed," the man said. "There is no way to 'go back'."

Jessica pouted and sunk into her blanket again. The man turned away. Before Jessica could think to say goodbye or thank him, he had left. The front door swung shut, and he was gone.

At least she could shower now.

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While Jessica's TV played girl-on-girl hentai, she watched, upside-down, from her bed. In one hand, she clutched one of her vibrators; in the other, she held the bulbed blue dildo she'd become familiar with above her mouth. She spread her plump lips wide to fit them around the tip, then pushed. Each swell spread her jaw, made her lips pop around its bulge, and pushed against the back of her throat. Deeper and deeper, until it was all in. Her eyelids fluttered as she began to pump it back and forth. It curled down inside of her, filling her up, making her feel satisfied.

At the same time, her other hand squeezed her vibrator up between her legs. Cautiously, she touched it to her clit. Her hips jerked and she made a sharp whine through her nose. Take it easy, she told herself. She nestled it against her folds instead and slowly slid it inside of her, wiggling from side to side slightly.

Soon, Jessica was double-teaming herself between the long, rippling shaft crammed into her throat and the pulsing vibrator squeezed up inside her puffy mound. She bobbed up and down, forward and back; she kicked at the sheets and squirmed; she moaned and squeaked and whined through her nose.

And then she heard the doorbell. Huffing as she tumbled up onto her feet, she dropped the vibrator on the floor and grabbed a pair of pastel blue panties. The vibrator rattled while she tugged the strip of blue up around her hips. She grabbed a pink tank top from her dresser and squeezed it on. It only reached a little further down than her nipples. With a soft sigh through her nose, she gave it one more tug, then flicked her hair out behind her in a candy-pastel flurry of blue to pink to blue again.

On her tiptoes, she jogged toward the door. Her breasts bounced and flopped against her chest and her ass jiggled behind her and even her lips were heavy enough to wobble around the dildo still crammed into her mouth. She only noticed this just as she was about to open the door. Pausing for a moment, she extracted the whole rippling thing. A shudder ran through her, but she shook it off. She set the dildo on the counter and swung open the door.

Amber's blonde-and-pink curls sparkled in the sunlight. Her pink hooded sweatshirt left her midriff bare and was only zipped up about halfway, giving an excellent view of her tan cleavage, while her pink leggings hugged her hips all the way down to a pair of towering gold wedge sandals.

"Hey, Jess!" she chirped. "You ready for your tutor—oop!"

Jessica grabbed Amber by the assand tugged her close, then pressed her lips up against Amber's. She kissed forcefully, almost sucking on Amber's lips. Their tits squeezed together as Jessica dragged her inside.

Amber peeled away from the kiss to look around Jessica's apartment—the yuri playing in the background, the vibrator rattling its way across the floor, the dildo left by the front door.

"Someone's horny," Amber said, her cute pink pout curled into a grin.

"I'm always horny," Jessica whined. Her hands slipped up underneath Amber's top and cupped her breasts. Amber smiled, then grabbed Jessica's tits in return. Her fingers flicked across her nipples and squeezed them until Jessica quivered and her knees buckled.

With a flurry of pink and blue hair, Jessica fell onto the bed, gasping for breath. Her nipples were stiff and swollen and one side of her tank top had come up, exposing a bare breast.

Amber stooped down and grabbed the vibrator off of the floor. "Good thing you've got me," she said. The buzzing tip drew closer to Jessica's pussy as Amber leaned over her, moving in for a kiss. Their lips met as the vibrator slid up between her swollen folds.

Jessica wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's back. She sunk into the kiss and lifted her hips and closed her eyes. Amber was right. With her around, this wouldn't be so bad.