The Beach House Mirror - Part 18 (Patreon)

Part 18: Reflections Evolve

It wasn’t until the end of summer, when her stay at the beach house was nearly over, that she felt the tug again.

An urge. A hunger. Something deep inside her whispered.

She climbed the stairs, her body heavier than ever, full of memories, sugar, and salty air. She peeled back the dust sheet she had laid over the mirror the last time she had been satisfied with its reflection.

It shimmered.

And the woman staring back wasn’t her current fattened self.

This version was even bigger.

Much bigger.

A 600-pound Sarah-Jane smiled serenely from behind the glass. Her body was undeniably massive. Luscious folds cascading down her sides, belly pooling over her knees. Her arms were as soft and wide as her current thighs. Her ass consumed the chair she sat on. Too much effort to stand when she didn’t need to. Her face was rounder, moon-shaped,  soft and utterly at peace.

SJ froze.

It was too much. Ridiculous. Impossible.

And yet… she couldn’t look away.

The longer she looked, the more curious she became.

This version of her looked happy. Fulfilled. Radiant. All the things she now considered herself to be… just a few hundred points more. 

Did she just wink? Or was that the reflection?

Sarah-Jane shuffled closer. The super-sized version of herself rocked herself up and slowly waddled forward. She was puffing for breath.  One plump-balloon-like hand touched the glass. 

Sarah-Jane’s hand had moved to the mirror without the slightest hesitation. 

It rippled.

Heat surged through her fingers as their hands met. Her belly quivered in anticipation.

I’m just there. A few steps away. I’ll be back in a moment. 

Her heart pounded.

What the hell.

She stepped in.