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Reflections By The Nameless One *cough* *cough*� Elise�s nose bristled at the dust clouds her arrival in the attic stirred, a dust accumulated over what could have been decades of neglect.� Ever since her great aunt had passed away and bequeathed her a lifetime of belongings, Elise had been possessed by visions of riches and treasures awaiting her, begging to be discovered and paraded to television audiences via the Antiques Road Show.� She knew her great aunt to be a packrat with quite the eye for the obscure, ornate, and thoroughly impractical, and it was time to unload this stuff on someone else with the same eye, at considerable profit, of course.� But as she looked about the fairly roomy attic, her interest waned considerably.� A mish-mash of trinkets, from tribal weaponry and kabuki masks to old Barbie dolls and cracker tins lay upon the floor in woefully unorganized stacks.� �How am I going to make sense of all this?� How can I even figure out which of this crap might actually be worth something?� she pondered.� Finally, she conceded that four eyes would be better than two.� �Mike!!� She called out. Elise�s shout shattered Mike�s reverie, as he was thoroughly engaged in
what was looking to be a real barnburner of a USC game.� But this was a moment he had been resigned
to.� Elise had been dancing around with
dollar signs in her eyes all week with the prospect of picking through her
Aunt Grace�s things, but he remained much more skeptical about their
value.� Furthermore, he had had his own
visions of how this day would play out, likely with him at the bottom of the
stairs with an antique bureau atop him, after having tripped down one of the
many flights of stairs in this old house.�
�Elise is a wonderful woman,� he conceded to himself, �but her
delicate frame makes her pretty useless when it comes to carrying large
objects.�� Mike slowly trudged up the
attic stairs and caught sight of his girlfriend, doing battle with a bookcase
of ancient volumes.� She looked like
she was dressed for spring cleaning, but even the almost raggedy attire could
not conceal the feminine curves he knew so well.� She was short in stature, perhaps 5�2� on a
good day, but her navy cotton sweat pants intimated the elegant calves and
thighs that lay beneath, and her tight posterior displayed itself proudly
atop them.� An old, yellow t-shirt,
proclaiming the wonders of *cough* *cough*� �Geez, open up a window or few, will ya?� Mike chided Elise.� It was a good idea, she admitted mentally, and she walked to the other end and lifted the lower pane.� Elise closed her eyes and smiled as a refreshing breeze whipped by her cheek through the attic and carried away the musty odors.� As she turned to revisit the bookshelf, her eyes happened upon a large flat item, with a white sheet draped over its face.� �Let�s see what�s behind sheet number 1,� she thought, and, with a snap of her wrist, she whipped away the covering.� Elise found herself face to face with her reflection, held by a full length mirror.� However, what drew her attention was not the pane of glass, but the outer edges.� She marveled at the intricate etchings that framed the mirror, depicting all manner of foliage.� �Wow, Mike, take a look at this!� Mike walked over, intrigued by the wonderment contained within Elise�s voice.� He walked over and his eyes met the top of the mirror frame.� Bordered by the etchings of leaves and vines was a carving of a couple in sideview, both seated on the floor and facing each other in a pose reminiscent of those silhouettes of women on mudflaps. Their legs overlapped and the woman�s hands were clasped in the hands of the man�s, in what appeared to be a fairly artistic pose.� And between and slightly above the couple was what looked to be a large golden jewel, perhaps representing the sun.� However, what drew Mike�s attention were the more tawdry details of the couple.� The woman in the etching was sporting a massive set of breasts, akin to those dreamt up by comic book illustrators.� The male�s was no less obscene, as his form was sporting a monstrous erection, almost the length of his thigh and pointing straight at the woman�s enormous chest.� �Heh, can�t blame the man for having a raging hard-on like that,� he thought.� As he approached her from behind, he playfully slapped started to chastise Elise for what he thought was her interest in the risqu� etching but was quickly interrupted. *Gasp*� The abrupt sound jetting from Elise�s lips.� She hadn�t even noticed the couple in the crest of the mirror, as her height had made that somewhat difficult, but had noticed the reflection suddenly blur as Mike entered the view of the mirror.� She quickly chalked it up to dust or a trick of light, until she saw the reflection come into focus again.� What stood before her was a reflection of someone wearing the exact same clothes as her, and sporting very similar features, but there were some major differences.� First, the reflected being stood a good half-foot taller than her, casting longer, more graceful lines of form in her limbs and neck.� But there were two more, extremely important differences.� The reflection possessed what looked to be a magnificent set of breasts, as evidenced by the two volleyball-sized protrusions under its t-shirt.� �Is this some kind of freakish circus mirror??� she wondered, as her mind raced.� But as she pondered, her eyes broke away from those massive endowments, and towards the reflection of Mike standing behind her.� Although her position obscured most of his reflection, she noticed the firmly muscled arms to each side of her, and of the large hands placed upon her shoulder.� His reflection too was taller, and as her reflection has become the embodiment of femininity in excess, his had been birthed with all the masculinity that could be dreamt of by all womankind.� She stepped slightly to the left and pulled Mike to the right, to see their reflections side-by-side, and gasped yet again. Elise�s initial gasp had drawn Mike�s attention to the wild reflections, and his mind had been thoroughly razed by the sight he had seen.� The sight of his girlfriend with these impossibly large breasts ignited every primal emotion of desire that his mind could possibly muster.� As his cognitive faculties slowly began to shut down, he looked down at the true physical form of Elise, he noted her nipples lengthening and hardening as well.� And as he was drawn to the side, he and Elise simultaneously noticed the massive cock straining from within the pants of his reflection.� The scent of Elise�s sex filled the room, and the festivities were about to begin. The lips of Mike and Elise quickly met, and their tongues quickly found each other and danced about each other with a fevered frenzy.� Mike quickly grasped the bottom of Elise�s shirt and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her pert breasts and taut nipples, and as he began to explore them with his hands and mouth, gave a quick glance over to the mirror.� Their salacious acts were being replayed therein, only in a more exaggerated form, as Mike�s reflection found his face buried in cleavage.� Elise�s breasts had always been sensitive, and the feelings of her nipples tracing Mike�s palms and his tongue upon every feminine curve elicited wild, unbridled moans.� But despite the distraction of intense pleasure, her hands found their goal and released the button from Mike�s slacks.� What she was saw in Mike�s reflection as she pulled down his pants further stoked her passions, as a eightteen inch phallus stood proudly, accompanied by testicles the size of oranges.� She quickly pulled her own sweats down and guided Mike in.� As Elise wrapped her arms around Mike�s neck, Mike�s hands found the Elise�s thighs and lifted her up off the ground.� �As their pounded against each other like the tide upon the shore, their eyes fell upon the mirror.� Both of their climaxes approached in unison, and a loud cry came out from both of them. As they came, the jewel of the mirror glowed intensely, seizing upon the energy of mutual orgasm and redirecting it in a way that can only be described as magical.� Elise�s orgasm rushed and flowed through her, as if a dam holding back an entire reservoir of pleasure within her loins had burst and flooded every square inch of her body with surge after surge of sensation.� And with each surge, her body changed:� her hair reached closer to the floor, the arms and legs wrapped around Mike grew in spurts, and her fine derriere pressed outward, forming perfect semicircles.� However, she remained almost oblivious to these sensations, as her brain latched on to the two most intense feelings running through it.� The first was in her breasts, as she felt an almost violent torrent of pleasure cascading like a waterfall from her pussy to each of her tits, bringing an intense feeling of warmth and pressure to each.� The other feeling lay deep within her loins, which can only be described as the feeling of being hollowed out, followed by a near instantaneous feeling of contentment in having that void filled.� With her eyes closed and head back, her mind could do little to make sense of these feelings. Mike, however, despite being lost in the fog of his own orgasm, has a front row seat as to what was confusing Elise so much.� Mike watched as the edges of each breast grew outward, quickly encompassing the entire area above her ribcage.� In the mean time, each paroxysm of ecstasy that punctuated Elise�s orgasm was accompanied by the outgrowth of her breasts by a couple inches.� Quickly, Elise�s boobs had gone from being a about a handful, to the size of softballs, then to a point where it looked like they could each devour an entire honeydew melon.� And their appearance remained taut and full, despite Elise�s current position hanging back off of Mike�s shoulders.� Their appearance even remained perky, as her wine-colored nipples, now a full inch and a half long each and straining to be longer still, remained sitting high and upturned.� They were truly a sight to behold.� Meanwhile, his own orgasm sent foreign sensations through each of his limbs, as he too grew a few inches.� Mike felt every muscle clench in unison with his climax, then fill with a sensation of strength and power.� As he watched his biceps and forearms swell, he felt the weight of Elise in arms quickly disappear.� And with each twitch of his cock, he felt it stretch out an in or two, and swell in girth as well.� A current also coursed through to his testicles, and he felt them slowly inflate to the size of oranges.� He soon felt positively huge, and marveled at the fact that Elise still held him to the hilt. Their orgasms slowly subsided, and they slowly looked each other over.� They had both adopted the physique their reflections had held, and now looked more like sexual deities than human.� Mike gently let Elise�s legs down to the floor and slowly withdrew his still hard penis from within her.� Even that sensation was enough to force Elise�s eyes to roll to the back of her head and elicit a soulful moan.� Mike was the first to speak. �Whatever that was, it was amazing.� �Whatever it was, I don�t think it�s ceased being amazing,� was Elise�s retort, giving a squeeze to Mike�s cock.� She cradled one of her new breasts in her hand, and inhaled sharply.� �Holy cow, I�m huge, and they�re ten times more sensitive than they were before.�� With that statement, Mike�s cock twitched and began to reach for the sky yet again.� �Maybe we should take to the bedroom for round two,� Elise whispered.� She grabbed Mike�s hand and led him down the stairs.� He stopped her at the foot of the bed still facing away from him, and nuzzled her neck through her soft hair, savoring the scent of jasmine that it held.� He took his right hand and, with a single finger, traced a path from her shoulder to her wrist, then met her palm and fingers with his.� He kissed her neck again, and traced her hairline with her thumb, then moved to her cheek and lips.� Elise recognized this game as the �avoid the tits� game and sighed.� Mike knew that Elise had always loved her breasts to be fondled, and teased her with this game.� She leaned back to make sure he had a top down view of her ripe new breasts and whispered, �I don�t think you can ignore these babies for long.�� She was treated with a spasm of Mike�s shaft against her back, but he maintained his resolve and continued his course.� He ran his hands down her back and sides, kissing and nuzzling all the way down, then pushed her gently onto the bed and flipped her over.� His attention ran up her inner thighs to their meeting point, where he observed that her mound was now completely bare.� His tongue soon found its way to her clit, and she was soon thrashing about and moaning with delight as orgasm after orgasm overcame her.� �My tits now, feel my tits,� she pleaded in a raspy voice.� Mike, struck by an epiphany, positioned Elise and himself such that he matched the pose of the mirror crest, then scooted closer in.� With his huge dick, he traced the undersides of her breasts, and was quickly greeted with gasps and accelerated panting.� He then moved it up and down her expansive cleavage, while caressing the sides of her tits with his hands.� �Mmmm� Please, more,� she cried.� She leaned over and took a good 12 inches of his member into her mouth, taking long, luxurious strokes.� After one last suck, she looked into his eyes with complete, unbridled lust, and said, �Fuck my tits and make us come.�� He once again placed his cock between her tits and began to piston back and forth with his hips, squeezing Elise�s breasts together and marveling at the contrast between her heavenly soft breasts and his steely stiffness.� As he accelerated his pace, her cries quickened.� Soon, she began to quake in ecstasy, and he released volley after volley after volley of cum onto her chest.� As they paused for a second to gather themselves, they realized that they would never look into a mirror quite the same way again. |