Reflected Realities - Part One

My eyes dart between the small circle of salt on my coffee table and the tiny notepad in my hand. My lips purse, my gaze narrowing as I try to discern whether a line on the hastily scrawled page was intended to be there or if I had merely slipped when copying and tracing the image.

With my free hand I reach out, grabbing a small brand new hand mirror from the cushion beside me before placing it in the center of the carefully laid lines of salt. The center is designed perfectly, the square just barely fitting the mirror in the center like a gemstone being placed in a fragile inlay.

On baited breath I wait for a moment, my heart seizing up in my chest as I wait for something to happen. However, after what feels like the longest minute of my life nothing happens. A low sigh escapes my lips. Slowly my gaze turns back to the notepad, my free hand shifting to grab the cheap salt shaker as I begin to apply the errant line.

"It can't hurt..." I mutter, poking my tongue out as I pour the line before neatly nudging the the grains of salt to form an neat and narrow sliver that seemingly offends the symmetrical nature of the symbol on the table with a small knife.

The spell itself had come from an old notebook I had found while helping to organize my former college's library annex. It had been months since I had worked there, and longer since I had even set foot in the annex building itself.

The new hires, myself included, had been tasked to catalogue and file away the various books and editions of each that could be found in the dusty old basements sitting beneath the school grounds. It had taken weeks and weeks to slowly work through it all, from the piles of heavy boxes to the near indecipherable text in some of the older tomes and books it had felt like some kind of hazing.

However, one fun part had been pawing through the ancient and weird books that would likely never see the light of day again. I had taken notes from the weirdest ones, using my lunch breaks to copy the strange symbols and text for later translation. I had largely forgotten about that notepad, however, deep into my unemployed streak I had final recalled it and made the thing a project to keep me occupied.

While nothing came from much of the translations, with many simply coming up empty as some sort of lost regional dialect or simply being mistakenly copied by me, one had come back with something partway understandable. It described a spell to glimpse other worlds, to use the intrinsic connection between you and your otherworldly equivalent to allow you to see what life could have been.

It had been an easy one to try out, simply asking for a mirror and some salt. With an ingredient list that could be found around the apartment or a convenience store I set out to try it, being wholly unaware as to what the spell truly entailed.

To  'see what life could have been' was not some mere viewing, the spell using that connection to find the caster a new body to inhabit in the new world. Originally the spell had been made to allow one to see what knowledge their caster's alternate self had amassed in order to consolidate research into magics across the multiverse. However, likely being due to the original writer being forced into another reality any sort of reversal spell simply didn't exist along with the original.

In order to displace the original soul, to make a host viable, the other side must be in a moment of weakness. While many of these exist, a time where one's soul is less tethered to the body, the most common can be found in heady moments of pleasure and bliss.

As the line tapers off, the butter knife swatting away the over extended and messy end, a faint light begins to shimmer from within the tiny white specks. My jaw drops as I watch the shimmering ripple out, the light almost pulsing as the mirrors tiny surface seems to melt as the glow passes around the inlaid frame.

With an awestruck expression I lean over the miraculous sight, the rippling of the seemingly liquid metal growing more mesmerizing by the second. The sight of my own face in the reflection grows more and more distorted by the second, with each wave spreading across the surface slowly revealing someone else being reflected in the tiny mirror.

The sight of my warped face is soon replaced with a wider view of an old and large home, the cheap appliances and obviously 'well loved' furniture screaming student living. The pale green walls are painted in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, the shadows making it seem like the light was coming from behind my view into the little world.

Front and center is pudgy young woman in early early twenties, her soft and rounded cheeks burning red as her bright blue eyes lack focus and her eyelids flutter. Her long flowing wavy brown hair drapes her doughy form, the small dark green headband atop her head doing little to restrain the voluminous locks.

Her short frame is draped in a loose light green gingham dress, the light cotton seemingly pinching a little around her pale plump upper arms and around her oversized chest. While her body seems laden with quite a bit of plush flab her chest appears to have absorbed the loins share, the massive mound roiling inside the dress and jiggling as her whole five foot three frame rhythmically shakes and jostles.

Her massive chest squishes beneath her, her bust acting as a cushion against the cold hard kitchen counter top. Behind her I spy a slender and seemingly nerdy young man, the bespectacled and sweaty pale man gripping the young woman's hips as he thrusts and forces her up against the kitchen top. 

Behind the two I spot the faint image of another woman, the tall and slender girl entering the kitchen to grab a plate of prepared food before ruffling the doughy girls hair and giving the young man a peck on the cheek.

Suddenly the image shifts, a large ripple skirting across the surface as the young woman vanishes.

In place of the kitchen I find myself looking at the interior of a taxi, my view high up and angled as I find myself looking through the rear view mirror into the vehicle. I can spot the top of a balding man's head in the corner, the inordinately large and skin olive toned skin almost distracting me from the sight in the back.

Two women sit without seat belts on, the couple cuddling together closely as their disheveled hair and unfocused hooded eyes scream of a big night out. Both appear to be in their early forties, the sight of wrinkles and the emergence of a few gray hairs evidencing the signs of their age.

The shorter of the two is a brunette, her painted red lips parting with a sigh as she removes a large and seemingly painful pair of strappy heels. Her long dress carries a long slit up the side, revealing her thigh to her partner and giving the world a great view of her slender leg despite only likely being five foot two at best.

Her brown hair is styled into a wolf cut, the mane of light brown locks framing her pale skin and bright unfocused blue eyes. The long strands running down over her shoulder also frame her large and perky busty, the blue veined flesh being on full display within the tight confines her her dark blue skintight dress.

Beside her is a much taller redhead, the slender and fit woman easily being around five foot eight and towering over her cuddle buddy. She is dressed in an equally tight emerald green dress, though one that is less revealing against her far smaller assets. A light brown jacket wraps around her upper body, the leather looking well-worn and remarkably expensive alongside the silver jewelry handing from around her neck.

A smirk slowly spreads across the redheads lips as her partner's legs shift, a playful grin soon growing as her slender bony digits quickly inches down to the brunette's dress and slips beneath the gap running up her thigh. The brunette gasps, seemingly about to shift to a moan as the redhead quickly begins to kiss her.

With a shudder the mirror shifts, the image of the couple in the back seat's tender pawing soon being replaced with the sight of a smaller cramped lane way between a fence and a large shed. Poorly kept and dying grass litters the ground, the tufts of yellow and green being interspersed with crushed cans and bottles with torn labels.

At the end of the lane sits a tall wire fence, the flimsy metal having been over grown with weeds and vines while weather-worn pallets lean against it. One of the windows along the wall of the shed appear to be broken, the glass having been carefully picked out of the frame. Beneath it on the ground sits a piece of plastic, the roughly shaped object seemingly being a hasty replacement.

Angled part way down the lane way I spot two young people dressed poorly in some sort of uniform. The young man, tall and athletic with short blonde hair, is dressed in a tight fitted yet unbutton white shirt and a set of black dress pants with the zipper undone. He stabilizes himself with on hand in the grass, the other gripping his partners messy and wild dyed black with brown rooted hair.

Beneath him writhes a young woman, her own own top having been unbuttoned to reveal a massive and perky chest tightly restrained in a black and red bra with cheap plastic beads embroidered into little roses. Her slender hands, with black poorly maintained nail polish adorning the tips of her delicate digits, grope and paw at her own chest as she teases her rock hard pierced nipples.

Her legs are spread, wrapping around her partner as he violently thrusts into her. Their backpacks do little to cushion the thrusts, her eyes rolling back and her back arching with each heaving slam. Torn stockings cling to her slender legs, a purposely shortened red and purple plaid skirt having been unzipped and hiked up for easier access.

The young woman grabs her partner's tie, yanking his face into her chest as the mirror quickly shifts to it's next subject. In an instant I find the bright and sunny lane replaced with a dark and dingy room, the light from outside being largely obscured by a set of thick lacy curtains.

The room itself is rather cramped and messy, the pale cream carpeted floor being coated with various clothes that seemed too clean to be discarded like that. Tight gray shirts, cream colored sweaters, and moss green tank tops quickly grabbing my attention. At the bottom of the frame I spot a series of cheap cosmetic products, each seemingly being just for basic use from inexpensive eyeliner to simple red lipstick, along with a book filled bag and disgorged workbooks lining the top of the dresser.

The walls of the room are a light and calming blue, the trim a nice and neutral white what makes it almost feel like sunny sky despite the lack of light. On the left hand wall sits numerous shelves of various medals and trophies, each showing some sort of dancer or set of shoes being prominently displayed. Beside the trophies, hugging the corner, the wall is covered in dozens of photos that are difficult to make out in the low light of the room.

My gaze is suddenly draw to something moving in the room, a figure shifting from atop the bed the rests against the far wall and beneath the window. A slender and tall young woman kneels atop the small single bed, her powerful and athletic legs gripping the pillow beneath her. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding herself against the pillow as her hands cradle the tight yet very visible bulge in her abdomen.

Her hair is short, the clean pixie cut that seems to have grown out a bit as stray strands of brown hair fray out. In the dark of the room it's hard to make out much, her lack of much in the way of assets not helping to painting her silhouette. Her willowy frame seems to be in the six foot range, her slim features revealing firm muscles beneath her pale flesh. Her bust is relatively modest, looking small on her tall frame, while her rear is emphasized thanks to the underlying muscle and her tight gray yoga pants.

Suddenly, one dark room is replaced with another. The naturally lit, albeit poorly, room rapidly shifting to reveal a dim and moody candlelit space. A mixture of colored and scented candles litter the pale purple walled room, covering the dresser on the far wall with wax along with the tops of the only visible bedside table.

A large four poster bed sits partially visible to the left of the room, the cream and light brown sheets adding cozy appearance of the room in general. The view is framed by a set of parted curtains, the relatively plain brown material doing little to stand out in the muted yet warm room.

The barest hint of a bookshelf rests on the right side wall, the rows overflowing with book after book without any ability to read the spines in the dim light. The hardwood furniture, from the bed to the shelves, scream either thrifty or expensive with little room in between.

A shuddering and shaking figure in their early thirties collapses on the bed, her pale from practically melting into the soft sheets as she writhes on the bed. Her long brown hair is a sweaty mess, the waist length strands clinging to her drenched back and face as her eyes roll back into her skull. Drool drips from her tongue as it hangs from her mouth, her whole body shivering as she seems to revel in a deep pleasure.

With each of her shifting movements I spy more of her, from her plain bespectacled face to her slender and unimpressive torso. My eyes bulge as I spy her hips and lower body however, her wildly childbearing hips and massive ass rocking and gyrating as she holds an expensive vibrator between her clenched supple thighs.

Despite having just come down from one orgasm she seems keen to immediately reach another, her legs squeezing together as the thick and immensely powerful vibrator as pressed firmly against her.

With another shift the world inside the mirror spins, the thick reared woman arching her back as she vanishes to be replaced with a well framed image of a bed in a surprisingly well lit apartment. Thank to my view from the corner, likely being from a separate mirror, the view encompasses the majority of the cramped space.

A large cheap king sized bed takes up the majority of the space, with only one beside table being able to squeeze into the gap between the bed and the wall. The white cheap sheets are scattered about in a mess, the majority of the blanket having tumbled to the messy floor. Clothes sit piled up in a corner, a blend of dark and gothic clothes for a woman and office-wear sized for a man. The occasional tiny sock and small one piece can be seen in the pile, though there are far less.

A trail of clothes run from the door to my right towards the bed, jeans and a plain navy blue shirt blending in with a black dress and a fabric bra sporting odd wet spots. At the end of the trail lay a young couple in their early twenties, a rather plain albeit fit young man thrusting atop a doughy and tattooed young woman with a bust that seems painfully engorged.

The man's boxers are down around his knees, the haste in getting to bed having caused them to not fully get undressed. The same seems to apply for the pale flabby young woman, her black and extremely stretchy set of black panties having just been pulled to the side to give the man access to her pussy. While bracing himself with one arm the man gently teases and strokes the tattooed woman's body, tenderly running his fingers over her stretchmark riddled hips and belly before very softly groping at her massive engorged chest.

The brunette writhes beneath him, her hand reaching up to snatch a pillow to muffle herself as her hips buck wildly and hungrily. A large mandala tattoo rests beneath her breasts, the black geometric shape jiggling along with the rest of her soft form. Her brown hair appears dried out, the shoulder length strands fraying with split ends.

The man buries himself to the hilt and moves to nibble at his partner's pierced ear as the image spins away, the private space of a bedroom quickly being replaced with that of a wide and open plan apartment.

In the distance I can see the view of a city spreading out into the distance drenched in the afternoon sun, wherever this place is sitting high above the other towering structures littering the urban landscape. The walls and floor are coated in a bright and stark white modern design, the crisp coloration likely being a terrible nightmare to keep clean. In front of me I spot a selection of leather and suede couches, an indent in the floor leading to a 'conversation pit' style layout.

Behind the living area and to the left sits a kitchen and dining area, the small marble kitchen island helping to separate the areas out in the open plan living space. The kitchen is remarkably clean, a small warm light glowing from inside the raised oven.

Sitting front and center is a young woman in her early twenties, her eyes unfocused and her plush lips curving into a warm smile. Long ass length wavy hair cascades out behind her, a series of pins and a white wooden hairband holding it out of her pretty and delicate face. Her slender frame is squeezed into a tightly tailored white and green gingham dress, the waist being cinched inwards with a white fabric band tied off with a bow.

The dress itself has a plunging neckline, the sewn on white lace framing a large and perky engorged chest. Her expansive bust seems to crave escape from the confines of her dress, the large pale and veiny mounds having grown some since the dress was last tailored. Her wide hips flare out the dress beneath her, her spreading legs also helping to reveal her bare legs as one of her hands disappears beneath the hem.

Her remaining hand rests stroking her large taut belly, the heavy mound being painted by the tight dress with the white band helping to holding the fabric taut over the very pregnant abdomen. Her hips begin to rock and shift as she seems to enjoy some 'quiet time' in her apartment, a grin spreading across her lips as she bites them playfully.

Before much more can occur the mirror shifts again, the large and expansive apartment suddenly being replaced with a tiny poorly lit tiled room. A hand dryer and soap dispenser immediately scream where this is, the lock on the door and barely visible toilet.

The walls are covered in a black tile, the glossy squares sparkling with dark blue accents. Beneath the door lights flash and shadows shift, the movement outside thankfully unable to get inside beyond the locked door.

With a little shift from the mass blocking the I'm able to get a better look at the person's inside. A large and muscular man stands beside the toilet at and angle, his dark angular features are hard to make out in the terrible lighting as he hunches over and holds up the slender fit woman resting atop the toilet. His jeans are unzipped, the occasional sight of a thick cock coming out from the shadow between him and the moaning brunette as he shifts the two of them around and fucks her aggressively.

The woman scrambles to hold herself up, the narrow ledge of the toilet making for a poor support at the muscular man pounds her. Despite the flailing of her arms she seems to be over the moon, her red painted lips parting in gasps and moans with the occasional giddy grin as the man lifts her whole body for readjustment.

She appears to be in her late twenties, long wild and wavy brown hair hangs just below her shoulders and shimmers in the light of the stall. A leather collar wraps around her slender neck tightly, a silver heart clasping it closed against her pale skin.

Despite her slender and athletic frame lacking much in the way of body fat, her firm muscles barely being hidden beneath a supple thin layer of plush, her chest and ass appear to have hoarded whatever flab they could. Her chest appears like a rack, the large mounds being held up by a push-up bra beneath a skin tight white blouse. A black pencil skirt hands unzipped around her ankles along with a set of fairy floss pink panties, both dangling around a set of black pumps.

A small pink handbag sits atop the sink, a set of glasses hanging part way out of the open accessory.

The man reaches for the woman atop the toilet, picking her up and carrying her towards the sink and the mirror before the view is suddenly shifted away. Gone is the tiny bathroom and the young lovers, the sight of the ravenous fucking being replaced with a large and lavishly decorated bedroom that sits in a dimly lit state.

Candles sit around the large black metal framed king sized bed, the massive thick mauve and green wax cylinders burning brightly thanks to the expensive carefully made wicks. Expensive antique or commissioned furniture line the walls, from the dressers and wardrobes to the bed itself the black and dark themes are carried throughout.

A massive TV screen hangs beside the door, facing the bed as various cables disappear into the wall and a small cabinet beneath. The walls are painted black with the far wall to the left of the bed being a dark dark purple to accent the gloomy space and match the black and purple sheets covering the bed. A large wicker hamper sits in the far corner, nestling between a towering walk-in wardrobe and a makeup table while it overflows with a set of men's business clothes and some workout gear at the top.

Atop the bed I spot an older couple in their late thirties.

The man is broad and muscular, a light tan covering his forearms and partially obscured face. A silk blindfold wraps around his eyes and ropes bind his arms and legs to the heavy metal posts at the corners of the bed. His hips shift and buck weakly, the tension in the ropes making it hard for him to do much else.

In his lap sits a fit and curvy woman, her pale skin practically glowing in the candlelight. Her wide hips rolls and rock as she fucks herself using the bound man's cock, her abs and thighs flexing constantly beneath a subtle layer of mom-bod flab.

Short brown hair hangs around her chin in layers, framing her delicate features and soft rounded cheeks. Her slender hands grope gently at her and her partner's chests, the hand against his firm muscular torso for support as the golden ring on her finger glitters in the candlelight. Her chest, much like her hips and thick ass is oversized, the woman dripping with sexuality as the shivers with each of squeeze and pinch of the overflowing flesh.

The man says something, the woman grinning ear to ear as she leans down and presses against him. The sight of the two vanishes in an instant as she moves to untie the man, the kinky couple suddenly shifting to show a dull gray an expansive space filled with stacked chairs and music stands.

Various instruments line the walls from my high up view, some sort of wall mounted screen acting as the window into this little world. From tubas and cases for flutes to a piano the space appears to be made for storing and playing the various items littering the room.

The walls are coated in a dull blue gray pained, the floor covered in a rough and cheap blue carpet made from mostly plastic. Waterproof lining can be seen coming up from the edges, the poorly cut sections evidencing the cheap construction of the space in general.

Despite the terrible state of the carpet a young woman kneels in front of one of the chairs, a young Asian man sitting in the seat with his face burning a deep deep crimson. He is dressed in a rather plain white shirt and light blue skinny jeans, his black hair trimmed short and shining in the harsh overhead lights. A bag sits next to him, sheet music still sticking out the top.

The young brunette is by all mean a knock out, from her delicate and adorable facial features to her plush soft lips and generous assets. Her hair seems to sparkle in the harsh lighting, the long waist length waves glittering almost as brightly as her bright blue eyes. Her large perky chest strains at her light eggshell white blouse, the outline of a bra and the straps creeping into view from beneath the thin material.

Her narrow wasp like waist and and wider hips wriggle excitedly as she leans into, her tongue lapping at the cock in front of her before she wraps her lips around the painfully hard object. Her hands brace against the chair the the young man's thighs before one moves to her dark green plaid skirt, unzipping it as she begins to wriggling it down over her thigh high white socks.

The very top of her bubble butt, the pert cheeks having been practically been poured into the sheer lilac material, begins to come into view before the window into her world suddenly shifts once more.

For a moment I'm left looking at a reflection of my face, my own cheeks having grown flushed after watching each of the debauched acts beyond the mirror. The salt's glow seems to die a little, the spell seemingly having runs it's course.

For a moment I consider doing it again, hoping to try and focus or lengthen the time of each viewing.

"Maybe it'll show me something other than..." I chuckle, not fully understanding why the mirror had chosen to show those from the other realities in such a particular state. However, before I can finish my sentence I'm cut short by the sound of a loud crack as the mirror begins to shatter.

Looking into the reflective panel I find myself looking into multiple alternative worlds at once, the fragmented pieces of the mirror each linking up with one of the many places I had briefly managed to witness. Before I can even move I watch as the cracking grows worse and worse, with each shattering crunch more and more copies of each reality begin to form in the separated pieces.

I go to stand, to look for something to put the mirror back together, only for an immense pressure to come crashing down on me along with the sound of crashing and falling glass. Pinned to my couch I strain to look at the mirror, my gaze only being met with a hole leading to some out space beyond the tiny pane.

The weigh around me from worse and worse as something begins to tug at my from the inside. Its like a fishing hook inside my chest, the line pulling taut and struggling to rip out what feels like my heart with each and every beat.

With one final pull I somehow feel myself lurch forward while its forced back into the couch violently at the same time. For a brief moment as I'm dragged towards my little experimental salt circle I manage to spot myself in the reflection of the TV, my body laying limp and glassy-eyed in its seat as my unseen form slips further and further away.

The overwhelming compelling force pulls whatever I had become closer and closer to the broken mirror, the tiny object looking more and more like some gaping maw as the sound of rushing air and faint moans begins to each up from impossible hole.

My vision suddenly spins as I'm forced into, my own cozy apartment suddenly getting replaced with the sight of...