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Carnevil 4
Mirror, Mirror
By RogueFX
©Copyright 2020 - 2023 – RogueFX – Used by Permission
Storycodes: F, Transform, Latex, Magic, Horror, cons, nc
The excited crowds swirled around her in pulsing waves of colour, filling the narrow paths between the booths of the Halloween carnival.
Skeletons, ghouls, witches, vampires walked side by side gawking at the strange wonders extolled by barkers at every tent.
Penny wandered past the ghost train towards the large brass coloured tent with the flickering sign, Dr Droidcas's Monstrous Mechanical Marvels, in highly polished brass letters surrounded by an electric blue glow.
Kelly and Jennifer were late as usual.
Her phone beeped. Jen’s latest text promised they would be there in 20.
Yeah, right, Penny thought to herself.
“Roll up, Roll up, and enter the spectacular Cirque de Marionettes” Cried a woman in sparkling lycra wearing a perfect porcelain mask. Across the way another extolled the mysterious potions and powers of Madame Zarprova.
A faint mist danced around her, painting patterns in the flickering lights of the carnival, carrying scents of popcorn, candy floss, and strange exotic scents mingled with the smell of the crowds.
Through the mists and the crowds a silvery glinting light caught Penny’s eye. It came from the sign above a red and black striped tent.
“The Hall of Mirrors. Enter if you dare and gaze upon your true self.”
Intrigued by the sign, Penny moved through the crowd and down the narrow way to the Hall of Mirrors. Outside the tent a figure in skull mask waited in a small booth. “Tickets only 2 tokens,” a feminine voice said.
Paying over the money, Penny pushed aside the tent flaps and entered.
Inside she was faced with three mirrors, each showing a regular reflection of her from a different angle. Without warning the central mirror spun to one side revealing a red lit corridor beckoning her forward.
Penny stepped through, “Wooh!!”, her head looked huge on a tiny body in this mirror. In the next it was a tiny head and legs but massively wide torso. Laughing, she moved through the mirrors watching herself changing shape over and over, until she reached one mirror where she didn’t change, but her clothes did.
She was wearing her usual jeans, baggy sweatshirt and trainers but the image in the mirror was wearing a tight shiny pink dress and pink high heels.
Penny looked around wondering how they did that. She couldn’t see any cameras and it looked like a regular mirror.
In the next the dress was much shorter showing a lot of thigh, and she now appeared to be wearing stockings and suspenders. Suddenly the dress moved as if a breeze and she felt it on her thighs. “Wait, that can’t be right,” she said to herself while running her hands down her jeans just to make sure they were still there. This was getting seriously weird.
The corridor turned left, hiding the next mirror. She hesitated. “what’s next?” she thought then stepped around the corner.
The dress was gone… in its place was a pink shiny corset and skirt, along with the stockings and even higher heels. She could feel the material pushing up her breasts and squeezing them into the spectacular cleavage she saw in the mirror but it was the tight pink panties that made her go “What the fuck”…
They were skin-tight, and where they pressed tight into her sex she could feel the slick shiny material slip between her labia and rub against her clit.
“This is so fucked up. How are they doing this?” she said out loud.
Every move slipped the material further between her lips, and she felt herself getting hotter and wetter.
“This can’t be real,” she said, turning to get the hell out of that place.
The corridor behind her was gone, replaced by another mirror.
“Shit,” she shouted, “what the fuck is going on here?”
She was surrounded on three sides by images of herself, images wearing shiny pink latex that she could feel against her skin.
She needed to get out, but the only way was to continue further into the hall of mirrors.
The path took another turn, but this time there was no light. Darkness beckoned her.
She paused, torn between staying in the light and getting out of this strange place. It was fucking with her head. She looked down and she was still wearing her own clothes. Yet she could feel the hot tight latex squeezing her, feel it rubbing along her hot wet sex. She needed to get out now…
She took one step then froze. Every mirror was worse than the one before, every mirror brought more latex, brought tighter latex encasing her. What was round that corner, hidden behind the darkness?
Fear gripped her, fear of the dark, fear of the latex, fear of how it was making her feel.
She clasped her thighs, feeling the wetness between.
Steeling herself, she took one faltering step after another round the corner, into the darkness.
A faint glimmer marked the outline of the next mirror in front of her.
Another to her left and to her right.
She turned to find her way blocked by a forth mirror. None showed an image, just an emptiness, a darkness, waiting.
She felt the latex change its touch upon her. The shoes changed first, becoming one with the latex stockings to form thigh high boots. Next the panties joined the corset, covering her torso in a second skin of latex then moving over her shoulders and down her arms and hands it moved upwards. She could feel it creeping up her neck and over her face. Her hair drawn back into a ponytail as it continued over her head to form a one-piece helmet.
She stood rigid, feeling the sensations of this invasion, fear but also a strange heat radiating from her sex.
A mist swirled through the mirrors, revealing, unveiling, the image of a young woman coated in shiny pink latex that looked as if it had been sprayed on to her. It took a large pink dildo and slid it between its legs and slid it deep into itself until it moulded with the surrounding latex.
Penny gasped then moaned as she felt the sensation of it filling her sex.
The figure in the mirror reached out to her. Penny reached towards the hand and her hand passed through the surface of the mirror. The figure grasped hers and the latex flowed over her as she was drawn into the mirror.
Two matching pink latex figures moaned as they wound together, bodies writhing in the mirror, while in the hall a pile of clothes settled to the floor.
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