Mirror Mirror - Part Five

As I reach out and press against the rippling pane of the mirror I feel my hand seep through, the tiny and delicate fingers I had been mirroring quickly shifting into my former larger and masculine ones as they exit the mirror. With my spectral hand gripping the frame I heave my tiny petite frame out, my world lurching as I rapidly shift from the shape of the pint-sized blonde to my previous towering form.

Looking down I find myself looking like myself once again, my translucent body being only clothed in the same pair of boxers I had worn when my body was first stolen from me. Sighing in my echoing and ghostly voice I simply stare at myself for a moment, clenching my teeth as I realize just what I was about to lose.

My eyes soon become drawn to the faint line of light connecting me to the mirror, a subtle blue trail leading from my chest to the mirror as I reminder of my spectral shackles. Another faint white light trails from the mirror, guiding my eye line to the snoring blonde on the bed as though to aid in finding the connected person for the coming act.

Looking at the aggressively snoring blonde, her arms and legs splayed out in the plushie pile, I try to begin to move towards her. As I begin to move my arms to swim in her direction I find myself simply gliding forward, my physical actions having less bearing on my movement than my own intention. I soon find myself floating above her, the difference in size being horrifyingly apparent as I look down at her sweaty pale body. A pair of black plain panties cling to her in much the same manner as her midriff-bearing tank top, the accumulated sweat soaking the fabric just enough to make it stick to her like a second skin.

Pausing for a moment I try to work out just...what to do next. I remember Stacy cramming her fist into my mouth as I went shouted at her, the sight of a ghost leaving me speechless for a moment and giving her the chance to slip in before I could scream.

Watching her snoring I try to shift closer, watching her soft pink lips wretch open before the guttural nasal noise exits in a series of less than delicate grunts. Moving closer and closer, eventually hovering less than an inch away from her I take the plunge, reaching forward as I force my hand between her lips.

Her mouth immediately begins to warp to accommodate my large hand, a faint glow enveloping her mouth as her jaw practically unhinges like a snake. Strangely enough she remains asleep, her snoring becoming muffled ever so slightly by my translucent form.

"Why is she..." I think to myself, sliding my hand deeper and deeper as the glow begins to form in her bulging throat. "Still asleep Is she just a heavy sleeper or..." my train of thought continues, pausing only once I remember how Stacy had somehow woken me up prior to starting her theft.

With each passing second I watch as her mouth widens evermore, her throat soon becoming only slightly larger than my forearm and my hand begins to paw around in her chest. Before long I feel...something inside the strange warm space, a firm object to grasp at within the devilishly inviting hollow inside of her.

Grabbing ahold of the mystery object I begin to heave it up, the thing I'm holding onto catching and snagging as I try to rip it free from the young blonde. It feels like it's sticking, like glued in piece of rubber stretching and threatening to break before whatever was adhering it in place.

At first my upper arm comes free, the young woman's mouth returning slightly closer to normal as I dredge up the object with no small amount of effort. However, as I pull back further and further I watch in horror as her throat expands to a truly terrifying degree as it fills with an exceptionally bright light. Her jaw pulls open ludicrously wide as my hand slowly comes free, my fingers wrapping around some unseen grip inside of a small translucent torso.

With one final burst of effort I manage to dislodge the young woman's spirit, the stuck and snagged feeling suddenly breaking away along with her. I'm watching as it pops out of her gaping maw back first before her head and limbs quickly follow dangling behind her, her spirit hanging limply in the air as it slowly begins to rouse from its rest.

"Wha...huh?..." whimpers an obviously confused and disoriented Crystal, her see-through new form raising its hands to rub at her eyes as she gets her bearing.

"Sorry about this" I mutter nervously, giving her a little push towards the mirror to make some room for myself above her body and to get her away from me so I can do what I need unimpeded. Her spirit slowly glides closer to the mirror, bumping against the frame before coming to a stop.

Looking down at her sleeping body I realize that it is barely breathing, the loud crude snoring having stopped only to be replaced with the weakest shallowest gasps I had ever heard. Worried about time being a factor I quickly position myself over her mouth, cringing slightly at the thought of somehow fitting myself inside and at living out the rest of my life being this god damn tiny.

"H...Hey...What the Fuck!?" barks the blonde in her squeaky whine, whatever exhaustion that had been wracking her pint-sized body now draining away as she was removed from it.

"Sorry, I didn't want...this" I explain with a wince, nodding down at her sleeping body as I line up my right leg with her parted lips.

"You didn't...what the fuck is that supposed to mean!?" she snaps, swinging her arms violently in an effort to both hit me and to move closer.

"It's a...it's a long story" I wince, sliding my toes past her body's lips as her jaw begins to distend once again. "Look I... I just need to do this. I'll explain..."

"Do what!? Get out of there!" she howls, her eyes going wide as she watches her mouth bulge and her throat soon following as I slide my foot and calve deeper inside of her.

It is downright horrifying to watch, the tiny blonde's head and neck engorging to make room for my large masculine leg as her back arches and her head whips back in order to make a straight line through. Inside however is too warm and inviting to even think about stopping, for the first time in over a week I feel true warmth and comfort as I inch further and further inside.

Despite still being not quite far enough down I watch in amazement as her right leg begins to distort before our eyes, the exceptionally slender pale limb bulging to match the size of my foot, then calf, and finally thigh. It stretches like rubber around my spiritual form, eventually being forced to extend downwards as the barely five-foot-tall young woman appears to grow a thick and sturdy leg from an over six-foot-tall man. The young woman can only whimper and gasp in terror at the sight of her warping and distorted body, the horror of the situation keeping her quiet for the time being.

Suddenly, my leg is wracked with an impossible tightness. Her body's leg begins to quiver and shake, the bloated limb becoming a twitching mass as every muscle convulses and contracts around the invading force. My jaw drops as I watch the leg quickly snap back to its original size before coming to a steady rest. My eyes light up as I feel the sweat coating my skin, the displaced plush toys brushing against my hairless limb. It aches, either from the sudden shifting, the cramping convulsions, or perhaps just from moving, but the feeling of the ache is downright pleasurable after being without any such feeling for days and days.

Eager to recoup more feeling I quickly sink my left leg into the blonde's mouth, bloating her to terrifying or comedic proportions depending on your point of view as her tiny frame warps to accommodate both of my thick manly legs. Before long her left leg begins to bloat as the right had down, shuddering and snapping back to normal as I relish the feeling of my disgusting sweaty legs.

Wriggling down further I hear a crackling sound as her mouth slides wider as it inches towards my hips, my ten-inch cock coming to rest against her lush pink lips. With a slight smirk I ease my dick inside, shuddering slightly as I feel the moist warmth of the body begin to encompass and wrap around my member.

"That...That...That's so..." Crystal croaks, struggling to articulate herself as she watches the thick distorting mass of my hips and cock slide down her throat. The prominent bulge of my cock snakes down her chest, drawing a line between her breasts and down her flat stomach before filling her panties with a manly bulge that looks absurd on her tiny body.

I can't help but moan slightly as I feel the pressure build around my cock, the meaty mass growing rigid inside of her as her body attempts to compress my lower body. Her panties tent with my cock on full display, a disgusted howl coming from the spunky blonde as my cock twitches orgasmically before suddenly snapping and disappearing into her flat crotch.

Panting heavily I find the sensations of my lower body, the sum of the parts giving me some greater sense of the whole. It feels hot, as in uncomfortably so, the sweat and flimsy light clothing likely being worn in an effort to cool down. Both legs ache terribly, though it is difficult to pinpoint just what the problem really is. Mirroring the now destroyed cock my new groin twitches with anticipation, a severe damp heat filling the clingy black panties as my legs spread wide.

One common element between every part of my new body is that of sluggishness. I can barely move my toes, let alone swing my legs over the bed or stand up. It was like my body was still asleep, the most motion I could muster being a slight twitch or weak kick.

Wriggling further inside I feel my head beginning to swim, my mind growing addled as I sink deeper into the young woman. The nonexistent air is knocked from my lungs as her chest compresses around me, the feeling of her chest jiggling and wobbling atop me in reaction to the shaking change. The weight atop my chest feels substantial, the young woman's perky and larger than average chest feeling more intrusive on her weak petite frame.

With her torso under my control I begin to feel...off. My new stomach burns and churns in a violently nauseated fashion, my heart pumps a mile a minute as I continue to sweat into her clothes and the duvet beneath me. My mind further blurs, the slight addling buzz I had felt turning into violent disorientation and fuzziness.

I barely manage to cram my arms into her own. The blonde's shouting to be falling on distracted and deaf ears as I'm forced to focus more and more on my actions to keep myself steady.

"Am I...drunk?" I blurt out, my head swaying about as I shimmy my shoulders down her throat leaving only my head free. "Were you...have you been..."

"GET OUT!" screams the blonde, my head pounding at the volume and pitch of her exclamation. Suddenly, I feel a violent tugging from inside of me. Gasping loudly I feel my head being wrenched downwards, forced inside of the blonde's body as the world quickly goes dark.

As I slowly come to, clawing my way back to consciousness, I'm immediately hit with a pounding headache. I barely have time to collect myself or even properly wake up as I'm bombarded with a seemingly unending deluge of disgusting sensations. My mouth is dry beyond belief, my body overheated and sweating buckets, my head pounding with every beat of my racing heart, and my limbs arching like after a day of difficult exercise.

"Fuuuuuuuck" I groan, freezing up as I hear the croaking high-pitched voice escape my lips.

I quickly lurch upwards, blonde and black hair sticking to my face and filling my mouth. My head is rocked with a shocking fissure of pain, causing me to wince as I quickly raise my hands to cradle my head in them. I feel my delicate finger press against my strangely soft skin, a shiver running down my spine as I feel the sticky layer of sweat cling between them.

I can feel my chest heaving with each ragged breath, a wobbling weight rising and falling as a warm damp fabric clings to the soft and pliant mounds uncomfortably. A hot sweat-covered section sits just beneath them, my mind reeling as I find myself desperately wanting to get clean.

Inching my eyes open I'm thankfully met with a relatively dark room, only a faint bit of daylight creeping through the top and bottom of the blinds. Adjusting to the room I find myself sitting in amongst the soft pile of plushies, the fuzzy squishy items trapping in more and more heat as time goes on.

Desperate to cool down I roll to the side, attempting to slide my legs over the edge of the seemingly rather large single bed. I hear the sounds of various plush toys falling to the ground, their soft thudding doing little to help with my aching skull. As I go to stand up I feel nothing beneath my feet for a moment, the distance between my feet and the ground being completely off compared to my former body.

Squealing in shock, the sound only working to cause a painful throbbing inside my skull, I tumble to the ground. Thankfully, a variety of soft toys break my fall as my vastly lighter body impacts the harsh carpet rather painlessly. For a moment I just lay there, mewling happily as I feel the cool carpet begin to ease the disgusting heat burning through my body, my panting breathes coming through a faint smile on my lips.

Sprawled out on the floor I feel my soft chest squish down against the firm surface beneath me, the grinding of the coarse carpet against my new nipples through the sweaty shirt sending pleasurable shocks through me. I can feel the tight black panties wedge themselves between my ass cheeks, the small pert yet smackable behind I'd been forced to take being practically bare as I lay on my front.

"Give it back" snaps a voice, the same soft and squeaky one that had not too long ago escaped my own lips. Groaning I tilt my head up, the world spinning slightly as I stare into the mirror as it now towers over me.

Standing at the very front of it is Crystal, fury in her eyes as she folds her hands over her moderately large bust and taps her foot impatiently. Despite her outwardly aggressive stance, the tears in her eyes and shivering body give away a sense of sadness and fear beneath it all.

Shifting onto my elbows I look up at her, spitting blonde and black hair from my mouth and blowing it away as I move. I whimper slightly as I feel the weight of my chest beneath me, the squashed and squished mounds quickly becoming hanging weights that I demand my attention.

"How much..." I croak out, swallowing hard as I feel my stomach do summersaults. "How much did you drink last night? Can you even...even drink? I ask, opening and closing my eyes in the hopes of focusing my gaze and my mind a little more"

"Not that much...I...I think" she blurts out, her posture growing meeker as she follows up her immediate and poorly thought out answer. "It was just some vodka...and rum...and this thing called jaeger and..."

"And how much water did you drink?" I grumble, hanging my head forwards as I try to sit up properly. My arms and legs shake as I lift myself with them, a day of moving boxes followed by a terrible rest after too much liquor leaving them weakened.

"I dunno..." she mewls softly, sniffling as she watches her absolutely wreaked body struggle in front of her. "None...is that bad?"

My dry mouth and splitting headache quickly begin to make more sense, the sweat dripping down my body only worsening the issue. Panting slightly I look up at her, sitting back on my knees as I feel my soft behind and thighs press against my lower legs.

"Do you have a water bottle or...yeah...yeah it's bad, I..." I stammer, trying to collect my thoughts through all the aches and pains wracking my new petite body. I'd had bad hangovers before but never anything like this, or at least not when I was this young.

"I'll...I'll tell you if...if you give me back my...my..." the once spunky and aggressive girl stutters, tears running down her cheeks s she tries to finish her ultimatum.

"Body? Sorry, but I can't" I blurt out, my tone doing little to lessen the blow as I just try to get the words out at all. "Do you think I wanted to be..." I grumble, looking down at myself only to be met with the sight of a clingy black top smeared over a large perky set of breasts and a pair of pale thighs squishing out beneath me.

For a moment silence just fills the room, the occasional bird call from outside breaking the silence and keeping me from hearing my own hammering heart in my ears for on blissful moment.

"Look...help me out here...I promise to find you a new body" I explain, my head listing forwards as I struggle to keep in up. Every part of me feels gross, my body craving nothing more than water, a shower, and a good sleep.

There is another pause, my gaze failing to follow the trapped blonde as I just find myself staring at the rising and falling of my new bust in a mesmerized fashion.

"Backpack...behind the wardrobe..." she mutters, her tone difficult to place as it remains largely neutral. Had she calmed down? Was this mere resignation to her situation. Regardless of her feelings I quickly begin to crawl towards the wardrobe, my breasts swaying beneath me and my hips popping from side to side as they hammer home how much proportionally wider they had become.

Reaching the wardrobe I lift my head, seeing a small black backpack with a black and white tartan lower half resting up against the side of the wardrobe. Opening it up I immediately find a four-pack of cheap energy drink, the aggressively bright packaging screaming at me just how chemically flavored and sweet they would be. I hold them up for Crystal to see, pausing for a moment as I wait for her to respond.

"Other pocket...idiot" she calls back, tacking on the last bit under her breath but not so quietly as so I couldn't hear it.

Thankfully, as I search the second section of the bag I find it, a massive pink metal water bottle with a cute little cartoon rabbit on the side. Without questioning the design I heave it up from the bag, the large bottle weighing a tonne in my delicate hands. Without so much as a second thought I twist off the cap, cradling the bottle in my lap before lifting it up to my lips. I hastily begin to chug down the water, my nauseated stomach only becoming more aggravated with each heavy swallow.

Cool water overflows from my mouth, cascading down my chin and my neck before reaching my chest. I let out a spluttering gasp, water coming out of my nose and spraying across the room as I feel the chilling liquid on my seemingly extremely sensitive chest.

With my head still pounding and body exhausted I quickly grab an energy drink, the overly caffeinated and sugary 'Frosty Berry Blast' hitting my tongue just right in an oddly refreshing fashion.After another pause, the only sound in the room being that of me panting as I rapidly switch between water and sugary energy drink, Crystal speaks up.

"So...can it be anybody?" she asks, intrigued by the offer I had made.

Taking another deep breath, my body feeling slightly more human than before despite the ever-growing nausea, I look over to the mirror.

"I think? I mean, it has to be someone who hasn't used the mirror before...so yeah, pretty much anyone" I explain, coughing slightly as the hoarseness in my voice gives way for the bright albeit tired squeaky voice of the young energetic blonde. "I mean, I'm going to need more help than just...this" I continue, wiggling the water bottle. "I had to teach the person who stole my body how to use online banking for fuck sake."

"Yeah yeah" Crystal says excitedly, dismissing my grumbling as she focuses on the possibilities of the deal. "I can teach you shit, but...only if you can get me out of here to someplace...someone more...I dunno"

Cocking her partially shaved eyebrow at her I give the mirror-bound girl a quizzical look. "What did you have someone in mind?" I ask, clamping a hand over my mouth as I fight back an urge to vomit up the mistakes she made last night.

Pausing for a second she finally responds with...