In A Mirror Nobody Can Hear You Scream

"This is not your place to make noise."

The voice sounded all too familiar, and stood as a stark contrast against the silence of the all too familiar space. If it wasn't for the lone sound of it, she would wonder if she had gone deaf.

As Robin looked about the room her eyes fell on the lone, familiar figure with her. "Welcome to The other side of the looking glass."

Robin momentarily distracted from her pleasure induced haze attempted a series of panicked questions only to find she had no voice here.

"We aren't supposed to talk to each other. Usually I linger with your instincts in the back of your mind, ever present but only able to minorly influence your perception." Robin's naked reflection began to rant circling the increasingly panicked Robin as she tried to communicate.

"Oh, I should introduce myself. I'm your subconscious." Robin's reflection then added, placing a hand to the center of her chest and bowing slightly before turning to gaze at Christina and her reflection as their corruption and changes grew.

"There's some dangerous..." Robin's subconscious stopped for a moment I thought. "Sorry, I'm at a loss for a way to describe it. Usually I have a few hours to draw abstract images together for your dreams. It's alive, but it's limited by influence given to it. You've felt it."

Robin had stopped trying to communicate, with her eyes were drawn back to the mirror showing Christina as the corruption was taking further hold, she felt calmed again. The pleasure coursed through her aching for a release, or more pleasure to be induced. She yearned to feel a body pressed against her. Desires to fondle and feel more gratuitous pleasure stoked the fires of lust within her.

"You lent her your body, and your voice. Christina had escaped, and was resisting the influence. But her subconscious, it hungered for the attention, and the changes it promised. Now, her subconscious has seduced her conscious. And you've switched places with it so it can now get her conscious mind to agree to give herself to that influence, and all its offering." Robin's subconscious looked over at the entranced Robin and shook her head.

She had heard the appeal of the Idol, its entreaties. It was promising similar for Robin's Subconscious as it had to Christina. Unlike Christina though, Robin didn't truly crave more. She was mostly content with her life, the promise of new boobs, more youthful beauty, and even freedom upon the real world had failed to turn Robin's subconscious. The weak spot it found was Robin's penchant for pleasure.

Stepping over and pulling Robin away from the mirror through which she gazed upon the interloping of Christina and her thoroughly corrupted Subconscious, as it got her to the right point to give up their soul. Robin's subconscious was trying to save her, it knew it had to withdraw her from engagement with the influence, she had to get her to realize it was a threat. Her instincts would support it.

Gazing upon Robin's conscious form her Subconsciousness frowned. "I'm not sure we want to do this. We always seek to control our life. This thing seeks only to control us." Concern took over the face of Robin's Subconscious. It couldn't already be getting too late for them.

Robin looked towards her subconscious, a metalic crimson red shade spreading from the roots of her hair, she gazed at her Subconscious's naked form. Robin smiled sinisterly before mouthing, "Mirror Twins".

Robin's Subconscious stepped back fearfully. She should have known.

The Idol whispered into Robin's soul, her willing disembodiment to allow Christina's reflection to crossover also put her conscious mind into a spiritual plane where it could more directly imprint on to her. It showed her what her Subconscious had resisted, showed how it was holding her back, limiting her. It had whispered to her Subconscious, invited it to help bring her over.

"Don't listen to it! I don't know what impressions its giving you but it's the threat! It offers youth, and seduction, lust and desire. But IT WILL OWN US! We will cease to be us!" Robin's Subconscious appealed increasingly panicked as it noticed Robin's skin paling to match that of Christina, her subconscious was beginning to tear up in terror.

Robin didn't want to listening to her Subconscious, it had deprived her of this... Pleasure. Her body was alive with the intoxicating energies of the Idol as they flowed around her, looking for her to accept it into herself.

The Idol lured her with the intentions of her life after giving up her Soul. Its intentions to use reflections to allow them to move, two of the twins always watching, for new people to liberate of societies restrictions, or taking in as two of the twins did liberate a soul. Always bound to the reflections through which they travelled. That potency in dictating and watching as others were seduced resonated with Robin's inner voyeur.

She would help the Idol own them. Release their souls into its eternal keeping.

"She doesn't get to make the choice. She is, after all yours."

The Idol's last entreaty set off a mini climax in Robin's mind. She stared at her Subconscious now with renewed intent, it was HER Subconscious, it answered to HER decisions, it bent to HER will. It had no voice, it had HER voice.

Robin's Subconscious crashed to the floor in intense climax. She threw her head back, screaming out in ecstacy. As she brought her face back down to gaze at Robin her hair had changed to the same metallic crimson red, her skin rapidly paling, as her nipples darkened to a black.

"I... See... You..." Robin's subconscious tried to make dialogue between moans, and panting for breath as another climax tore through her and her manicured nails took on a more clawed form. "Choi...sss...."

Robin's Subconscious collapsed to a crumple on all fours. As her head lifted up her eyes glowed violet, lips a gothic black, her newly sprouted tail waved about curiously and cat like behind her as she started crawling forward on all fours.

As she came to Robin's feet, she kissed her way up her legs, kneeling before her she fondled the newly inflated D cup breasts upon her chest before diving down between Robin's legs suckling at the verge of her pussy lips, enticing her swollen clit to dance between her lips.

Robin looked toward the ceiling, moaning in delight. Long had she envied woman with a little more boob than her, but she never felt anything as big as a double D was necessary when ever she considered a boob job. She looked back down upon what the Idol now presented, then screamed aloud with the voice she now took from her subconscious in this mirror realm.

"MY SOUL IS YOURS!" A mind shattering orgasm sheared through her essence shattering whatever chance of soulful redemption from the Idol's grasp existed, as its essence was ushered away into being part of the Idol itself.

Her body pleasurably shifting into the new form of her reflection.