Curiosity. My story begins with that same motivation that has driven every action I've made in life. Just a simple need to know.
I was 32 when I stumbled upon that interesting object that piqued my interest. I lived alone at that time, had little in the way of friends and held a meaningless job. My personal life was non-existant, keeping to myself most nights and avoiding co-workers and neighbors. My sex life was a steady diet of internet porn. The middle management job that consumed most of my day was a mere ten minute walk away, so I didn't even own a car. It was during one of these back and forth walks that I noticed a new shop moving in and I was given a glimpse of what was in store for me.
The movers handling the store's merchandise had a weird habit of unwrapping everything they unloaded from their truck in front of the shop. It was as if they wanted everyone to see what they had. Advertisement, perhaps, is the thought that crossed my mind.
On the walk to work, nothing of interest seemed to pile up. Old furniture, antiques for decoration, all mundane to me. It was the walk home that did it though. It was already dusk as I set off for home. Only a few struggling beams of light lit up the sky. As I passed that new storefront, bathed in an orangey glow, I saw IT. A mirror, an incredible mirror. More than incredible. It looked as though it were alive and breathing. It's frame was decorated in a black and gold fashion with ornate roses peppered everywhere. I couldn't understand why I was so drawn to it or why I suddenly felt a surging need to buy it.
My feet, however, didn't agree with that notion and continued pushing me home. This went on for a week. I'd pass the shop morning and night, yearning to go in and see it. Each time I dismissed that feeling despite my waking thoughts and dreams being plagued by it. After that week, I couldn't bear to ignore my "need" anymore.
It was a Saturday afternoon, occupied only by rewatching movies and tv shows. The overwhelming urge to go out and see the mirror was with me since that morning. So that is what I did. I practically ran out and down to the shop as fast as I could.
When I stepped inside, I found the place oddly vacant. Most of the items moved in a short week ago were now gone. Thinking back, I had never seen anyone go in or out of the shop. This thought was quickly replaced with a sudden "oh shit, is it still here??". The frantic search began as I scanned the room. My eyes settled on a dark corner of the room. I felt compelled to check there, and with good reason. The mirror. The beautiful mirror.
It looked polished, unnaturally vibrant. I approached as if I were reliving the opening of an Indiana Jones movie. I touched the frame sending shivers down my spine. Pulling away, I looked at the reflection it was creating. I stared and stared, but all that looked back at me was a blank, featureless figure. The image was murky, as if suddenly it had become tarnished. But that couldn't be it. The backgrounds were different. It wasn't showing me the store. It was showing me something else entirely. I struggled to figure it out.
"A cabin?? A cabin!!" I blurted out to the emptiness of the store.
The featureless figure then broke free of my movements as if I had triggered his release.
"What the fuck?" was all I could muster at that moment.
And just like that, my life as I knew it ended.
He moved with a quickness I never thought possible. His hand broke through the glass to clasp around my arm. I didn't have time to react. I just fell into the mirror. I fell for what felt like eternity. The pain was unbearable. It was all clear to me. All of it. The mirror had begun tearing me, filleting me apart. I felt the shards slice my skin off. The muscles peeled from bone. My internals falling into the black void of an expanse before me. I watched in horror until my eyes left me.
I have no way of knowing how much time had passed since I entered the mirror and between the time I finally awoke. Decades, months, minutes, seconds. It could've been any of these.
When I finally regained consciousness, I find myself lying in the middle of the woods, naked. Although naked might be a bit misleading. I was covered in an extremely thick scab-like substance. It hindered any attempts I made at moving.
It took some time, but I finally managed to get back on my feet. This is when I knew something was wrong, VERY wrong. I didn't move in any kind if familiar way. I tripped, falling in a way that made me aware of my body's weight distribution. Everything felt foreign to me.
As I pondered this, the light began fading fast. I quickly surveyed the forest I found myself in. It was something that would feel appropriate for a Disney movie with an evil witch or troll. Strangely though, this place felt familiar to me, as if I had been here dozens of times before. The cabin. It popped into my head again. I needed to get there. I had to get there. It was my purpose for living at that moment. It took a minute before I inequivocably knew where it was. All of this was coming at me so suddenly.
"Another mystery to work out later", was how I passed it all off.
I set out immediately. Running through the woods I felt amazed at how fast I could go. I used to have strong legs as a kid, but this felt like track star speed. All the while, more and more of the scab covering me peeled off, making me all too aware of what had happened to me as I went through the mirror.
Snaps and cracks. It's all that I heard as I made my way to the cabin. Something was hunting me. It was faster, a pack of them perhaps. They were in the trees following swiftly but giving away their every move.
"I should've terrified", I thought. Yet I wasn't. At all. That fact scared me more. I was running through the woods, after being torn apart, in a body that didn't feel like "me", chased by who knows what...and I wasn't afraid. In fact, I felt confident. Confident that they'd never be able to hurt me. I didn't understand it.
As I struggled with that crisis of identity, I saw it. My destination. The cabin that I somehow knew would be waiting for me, was actually waiting. Door wide open.
I rushed inside and slammed the door behind me. Safety. It's all I felt, even while running. Whatever had been chasing me stopped. I paused a moment to listen for it, but all the rustling had vanished. I took a breath.
Naked. Now I truly was. The running must've cleaned me of all but the most stubborn scab pieces. I knew I felt different, foreign. I was right.
Tits. It's hard to miss them. One of the most prominent features on a woman. They were the first part I noticed. I brought my hands to them, inspecting in disbelief. F's. Very generous and soft. Dark pink areolae capped them with thick nipples.
I stood there for a minute, squeezing them in disbelief. I knew I had to check lower. I closed my eyes, not wanting to confirm what I already knew. I felt it. Pussy. MY pussy.
"No! What the fuck is this??"
That's all I could muster. The disbelief and shock washing over me in waves as I tried to piece things together. The mirror tore me apart and rebuilt me as a woman. It's the only thing that made sense as I latched onto that explanation.
"Why?", I asked as if the cabin would answer.
I immediately started tearing the place apart, searching for anything that would hide my newfound womanhood. Anything that would grant me a small reprieve and allow me to delude myself about my current situation just a bit longer.
Fatigue was setting in. I was wrapped in a bedsheet. The cabin consisted of just three rooms. A bathroom, with a rather large mirror that I avoided looking into, a bedroom and the living room. The bedroom was the only room that had shown any signs that someone had been inside this cabin previously. On the bed laid two steel trunks, both locked with a combination dial on the sides. They looked like something you'd use as a military footlocker. On the dresser, opposite the bed, several large, black boxes stood open. I peered into them and found the clothing I had been looking for. Clothing being a generous term. They were full of beautiful lingerie. Beautiful, yes, but this was the last thing I wanted to see at the moment. Feeling defeated, I wrapped myself tighter into the bedsheet and sank onto the floor. I started to drift off and before I knew it, the fatigue of the day's events caught up to me.
I woke up the following morning with the misguided hope that all of yesterday had been a dream. As I shifted to sit up, I felt the weight of my F's shift, crushing that hope without remorse. I struggled back to my feet. I felt dirty, sticky and in need if basic hygiene. I had to shower.
I slowly crept into the bathroom. There was no way to get into the shower and not see myself in the mirror that resided in there. It occupied the entire wall. I decided to be brave, I decided that I had to face this, I decided I had to see what had truly happened to me.
I slowly entered, my eyes fixated on the mirror, trying to sneak a glimpse. My eyes met with my own as I finally saw my reflection. My NEW reflection. I was gorgeous. I was worthy of Playboy, Page 3, Zoo or Nuts. Any of those magazines with impossibly perfect models gracing their pages. My hair was long and brown. A nice chestnut brunette. My eyes matched. My tits looked huge when I brought my slender hands to them. My pussy was as smooth as my legs. I had a bubble butt. I was the kind of girl men would kill to fuck. I wanted her, me, it was a confusing instant attraction.
"Wow", was the only response that felt appropriate. That was when it hit me. The voice. It wasn't the one I had used all of my life. I had an unfamiliar accent and a much softer sound. I shrugged it off and moved onto the task at hand. I needed to clean up. I moved through it as quickly as I could watching myself in the mirror during the entire deed. I jumped out as quickly as possible when finished.
I sat in the living room after fiddling with the steel trunks for awhile. I felt a need to crack them open but couldn't manage anything. My curiosity getting the better of me again. This was how the next three days played out. Quick shower, look at the trunks, avoid the fancy underwear, sit in the living room and ponder my new life. It wasn't until that third day that the other oddities had caught my attention. I had slept but haven't had a meal or drink since my arrival in the forest. My heartbeat also felt erratic. I also started to remember random things that I couldn't have possibly remembered.
Before I could really put some thought into those issues, my attention was torn away by the cabin itself. Every wall began bleeding a silvery substance in copious amounts. It was coating everything, solidifying as it created yet another perfect, reflective surface. It was equivalent to standing in a fun house, just with much larger amounts of dread and fear. When it had finished, the featureless man appeared again. He hadn't changed at all, still the visage of mystery that he was before. I could feel him judging me through his eyeless stare. Just as suddenly as he appeared, he had left, taking with him the giant fun house mirror set he had setup. I was left with nothing but head scratching.
The next week went in mostly the same manor, save for one large difference: migraines. They would last an hour or two at most, come out of nowhere and disappear without any other symptoms.
Boredom started setting in. Cabin fever. I was torn from my home, forced into a new body and had nothing but my questions to keep me company. Was I even on Earth anymore? Why wasn't I hungry or thirsty yet? Confusion led to anger and I started to entertain the idea of hunting those creatures from my arrival. It felt like it would make a nice outlet despite not knowing what they were or even having a weapon or experience to hunt with. Migraines. Boredom. Anger. It continued.
I began looking at the lingerie. It was the only entertainment I had these days. I knew how to put it on. Another of those things I shouldn't know, but somehow knew like the back of my hand. It all fit, of course. Perfectly. There was a nice variety, but I was drawn to the corsets, bustiers and stockings. I would prance around on a makeshift runway, imagining the photographers that would go nuts over my body. The bounce of my tits, the tiny jiggle of my ass cheeks. They'd eat it all up. I know I was. I felt so narcissistic staring at myself all day, wondering what it would be like to fuck a girl like me. Boredom makes you crazy....
It wasn't long before a very subtle shift began emerging in my way of thinking. The migraines were getting far less frequent but the boredom continued. It was during one of my mock lingerie shows that I first noticed my new way of thinking. As my F's bounced along to my delight, for the first time, I didn't think about fucking a girl like me. I thought about watching them sway as I was fucked. The shift scared me at first, but only at first.
Mysteriously, a new box appeared in the bedroom the day after this newfound way of thinking started. It held a new outfit, my favorite of the bunch by far. A lace brace, black and pink with matching panties and garter belt. The panties were the most daring in my collection so far. A thong that nestled nicely between my cheeks. It also included nude colored seamed stockings and black Mary Janes. I knew if I put it all on I wouldn't be able to resist what I had been avoiding this entire time: masturbation. I would fuck myself. I would have to.
Looking to avoid that final step, I stayed away from the bedroom for the next few days. When I believed I was safe, I was struck by the final and worst of all the migraines I had endured. It lasted much longer and had me writhing in agony. When it subsided, I somehow knew it was all over. Everything was. The world suddenly came in to focus as if I had been there my entire life. The forest was deadly though I was more than capable of enduring it. The creatures hunting me were werewolves. Simple, hungry werewolves. The man in the mirror was something of a legend. I wasn't human anymore. The mirror was one way. A thousand random thoughts about this world. How similar it was to my own. How different. All of it rushing out of me at once, but the only one that stayed with me was: the mirror goes one way. I was trapped. Forever. There would be no going home to my old life. No more sitting in front of my pc all night. No more middle management job. No more thirty year old me, just the nineteen-ish looking body I had now. It was devastating, yet I didn't much care after a few hours. It was like a purpose had found me and I knew I needed to work towards it. I looked toward the bedroom and knew what I had to do.
I stripped out of my previous outfit. Discarding the lingerie carelessly as I pulled the black box closer to me. It was if I accepted who I was now. As the thong slid up my ass, I knew I was about to fulfill my reason for being here. I was a vessel. My body is a construct made by the mirror man for reasons even this world didn't understand. A complex, biological machine. I looked human, but only on the outside. I had three hearts, each a kind of engine powering my body. It was an elegant design albeit flawed. Nothing the mirror man created could replicate human thought. After many frustrations, he found a way to steal the minds of innocents and twist them into doing his bidding. The mirrors. They tore open holes into other realities and selected candidates for his vessels. It was efficient and subtle. Without any trace of the abductions in his reality, he eventually became nothing more than a story. This let him move ahead with his plans. Plans like the ones he had for me.
I'm a killer. Purebred assassin. I can infiltrate practically anything. I can pilot anything. I know how to use any weapon this world has to offer. We were all like this. Dozens of my sisters, out there now in this world. All working to his ends. But it wasn't time for that yet. His endgame wasn't ready. I still had much more to do. My first task needed to be fulfilled before all else. Just like my sisters before me, I was his construct to do with as he desired. I had to give him what he needed. With that I snapped my last stocking into place and confidently walked into the living room. I was going to carry his children.
It's the same process as it was for any person, just with a few new twists. I watched as the walls bled silver again. He knew it was time. We didn't know what he did with the newborns, it wasn't our place to ask. His body began forming out of a pool of silver on the floor. We would eventually find out as we were still a large piece of his puzzle. I froze. He was standing before me, this perfect specimen of a man. His silver, reflective skin and featureless face adding to his statuesque presence. His cock stood proudly as it grew hard. I liked to think that was because of me. I did look amazingly sexy in my outfit. He didn't waste time. Once he was erect, he grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees. It was right there. His massive cock, just an inch from my lips. I stared at it for a second. I was a virgin and now my first sexual act would be dick sucking. My lips parted and he invaded. It was salty heaven. His hand worked its way to the back of my head as it bobbed back and forth on his monster. He clasped down as if to let me know I wasn't allowed up until I fully serviced him. That's precisely what I did. Back and forth, back and forth. He had great stamina as my face was fucked. I savored the generous amounts of pre-cum I sucked out of him. The only sounds audible were the ones coming from me. He stood silent and determined in his task. Sperm. I could taste it. It was hot and thick. It came pouring out of him. Spurt after spurt, so much to swallow. But swallow I did. Every drop went down my throat. Every drop until he had finished and pulled free of my lips.
"That was good" I blurted out.
He didn't acknowledge the phrase. Instead I was pushed onto my back. "Here we go" is all I could think. I spread my legs in anticipation of the pounding I was about to receive. My pussy was practically dripping and begging to be filled. He was happy to oblige. There was no warning, no warming me up with a fingering, just him pushing into me. I was plowed. Completely plowed. My tits bounced inside of my bra with every thrust, begging to be free. My hands roamed my body, my skin felt electric. I decided to give those fun bags of mine what they wanted and set them free. The bouncing increased immensely. My perky tits, I watched them move via the reflective surface on the ceiling. I looked incredible. I felt alive. I pinched and toyed with my nipples. I squeezed and massaged them. More sperm. My mirror man coated my insides with yet more of his hot, thick baby batter. Round three.
Without skipping a beat, I was flipped over. Doggy style. Fuck Yeah. Mirror man wasn't going to stop. He didn't need a break. He was on a mission to impregnate me in every way possible.
I felt his cock at the entrance to my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and forced his way inside. I moaned uncontrollably. My ass bounced as my tits swayed. He was giving me everything he had now. He released my cheeks and latched onto my shoulders for leverage instead. I couldn't help but stare at one of the reflective walls. This was pure, hardcore fucking. He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. His assault on my ass was relentless. And just like that, he was done. My ass was flooded with yet more of his goo. The feeling was incredible. He pulled out and melted back into the floor. It was over.
The room returned to its normal state. I laid there completely dumbfounded. I lost my virginity. To a man. A magical, silver man. And I was pregnant with his babies. He did what he set out to do. I could feel it, as ridiculous as it sounded. He knocked me up with each orgasm. Unfortunately I had yet to cum, so frustration set in. I was tempted to handle it myself but passed as I cleaned myself up.
I was built. Constructed for a variety of purposes. The first to bear his children. My dick sucking lips, my pussy and my ass. Each had their own womb. My hearts kept me alive, ensuring I'd never need food or water. Without digestion, I had extra room to meet his needs. Three blasts of baby batter, three of his progeny growing inside of me. This felt like a beginning of something more.
So this was the first story I've ever written. Any critiques are welcome and appreciated. Just email, I'll do my best to respond as soon as possible. ;)