Bindy Follows The Front Desk Girl

As the maid began to bring the encounter to a close Bindy reached out to the room, wandering through its reflection she placed a make-up kit borrowed from her own room, now touched with the Idol's influence.

She hid from sight, strumming her clit as Tina lurked behind her aroused slightly as some grasp of reality tried to claw back into the clerk. Stalking into the rooms reflection she breathed on the mirror leaving a message backwards in it. Obscurred from view she danced the tips of her fingers delicately across the curves of the clerk, watching as Bindy jealousy rubbed herself harder envious of the other creature in the mirror.

Crawling down onto all fours up between Bindy's legs. As her tongue probed into the wet folds of Bindy's pussy she stopped and nibbled a trail along the inside of the leg's that flanked her.

"I hope you enjoy her. I really need to get to watching Chrissy's back. We've got some girls to ready for an after party tonight." Tina seemed to pout. "That and it would be odd if she had no reflection to put make up on. But I'm sure she's all yours." She then nodded over her shoulder at the front desk clerk as she emerged from the elevator, the view skipping to observe her via another rooms reflection, willed that way by Bindy's lusting after her.

Tina wandered out of the shifting landscapes of room reflections following the girl from the front desk. She stretched out in their gallery glancing at the walls as her counterpart was followed on the one wall, wandering back through the hotel corridors, naked and unafraid.

Tina half frowned, the trade show would be to public to do much. But the after party idea made her smile. These trade show booths always had something after a day or night at the show. At the very least drinks. Now she and Chrissy just had to steer it to their hotel bar... Or lure people back to their room after.

Bindy meanwhile continued to lurk in the shifting reflection of rooms as she followed the girl from the front desk to the empty Events office. She felt her arousal building as the clerk tried to corner some prey, only to have it fade as things failed to unfold.

As Bindy followed the clerk she caught the girls name. Tiffany. It didn't really matter. Not yet. Bindy was sure she might be able to speak to this poor soul, trapped in a chrysalis unaware of how to open itself and become... Well who knows, that was part of the turn on of leaving people to have the Idol unfurl within their soul, consuming their body potentially long before their will surrenders their soul.

As the dullness of Normality seemed to resume around Tiffany Bindy felt herself needing to reach out, show that pleasure was with her. As the clerk got up and began to approach the mirror Bindy chose to reveal herself.

She stepped up and stared through with her violet eyes. She rand a hand through her short metallic red spiky hair arching back to press her D-cup out, their black pert nipples peaked upon the perfectly formed breasts, balancing roundness with sag in a supernatural attraction a cosmetic surgeon could only dream to deliver.

Stepping around Tiffany's reflection she noticed the pupils shift to follow her, the ever vigilant subconscious, already aware of its counterpart under attack, but utterly immobile at this time to stop it, or aid it having yet to be entreated.

As Tiffany looked back behind her, she thought it was to gaze at Sue, it was actually what little her subconscious could do. Trying to keep track of the ghost inhabiting the rooms reflection.

Bindy embraced her from behind, aggressively cupping her breasts and fondling. Bindy smiled as the conscious mind brought its gaze back to meet with Bindy in the mirror.

Unbuttoning the shirt Bindy frowned, disappointed to find that some level of resistance remained to the changes. A poorly fit bra lurked there on the verge of the breast spilling out from its overwhelmed grasp.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy this as much as I did." Bindy whispered into Tiffany's reflection's ear, holding a finger to its mouth before strutting up to the mirror confidently, waving her phallus tipped tail alluringly as she paused to breath on the barrier through which she and Tiffany gazed upon each other's realities.

Perform for me.

The three words caused Tiffany to uncontrollably gasp in shock and pleasure. She licked her black lips as a hundred perverse interpretations of the request danced through her head, most through the door in the growing dark part of her mind where the Idol was taking hold.

Tiffany glanced over her shoulder to see how busy Sue was. Sue glanced up at the front desk cam feed and shook her head looking back at the paperwork she had been sorting. "I'm going to hit the washroom and stand out front for a bit. This paperwork is putting me to sleep."

Sue hadn't bother looking up at the mirror or paying much heed to the room around her, she just got up and left through the zig zag corridor unaware of what was transpiring as Tiffany mindlessly answered "Uh huh."

Tiffany rolled her head, stretching her neck. Her hands slowly travelled along her curves, coming up to palm her breasts triggering a gasp from their enhanced sensitivity. They then delicately came to meet at the button below the one the thing in the mirror had mystically undone.

Tiffany swayed her hips, bent over and arched her back, her hands instinctively descending the series of buttons down to where the blazer got in the way, there they seamlessly crossed to the blazer, unbuttoning it to hang open, allowing the fingers upward return from where the blouse was tucked in to where it sat open.

She once again cupped her breasts awkwardly, finding increased hate of the bras obstruction as she pushed it up freeing her orbs to hang perfectly like those of the monstrous woman in the mirror that Tiffany found herself inexplicably drawn to, all be it slightly smaller.

She gazed at the white creature as it seemed to step around her reflection, gazing at her as if it were some dance instructor analyzing each step, each movement to see if it met the expected choreography. As her reflection became eclipsed on one lap she arched backwards presenting her breast upwards in hopes that whatever it was she was performing for could fully enjoy what little she had exposed to present so far.

She almost toppled forward unexpectedly though, catching herself as her bra ripped free to the floor. Her hands having migrated down across her stomach, now marched upwards past her breasts, the barrier removed to allow them to cross paths and grab around their opposites side of the neck.

Tiffany suppressed a moan as she grabbed herself on the neck for a moment, her hands soon resting with weight above her collar bone before resuming play with her breasts, and brushing back down to her mid riff.

Tiffany had never felt so alive and energized, her body seemed the throb with pleasure and growing warmth, echoing the thrumming of a heavy machine, no, her heart.

She could see the woman in the mirror running a finger back and forth across their clit, pussy lips spread to present it as she leaned against the table behind Tiffany. Bindy brought her tail up above her mouth, stretching her forked tongue out to dance across its tip, hoping to rile up her entertainer even more.

Tiffany turned from the mirror hoping to see the seductive creature there at the table behind her.

Pausing for a moment as she sadly realized this wasn't the case she thrust her skirt covered ass out and grinded in the direction of the mirror, her elbows deliberately point out side way to show just where her hands were grabbing as she peaked over her shoulder, driven on in the dance to summon whatever it was beyond the mirror.

Twirling around a couple times, she felt her exposed face and chest up and down, as she came to face the table and bent over on top of it, roughly where she believe Bindy sat.

Licking forward into the air, she swayed her presented ass, feeling the grown weight of her liberated chest as it sagged, and relishing the sensation of her hanging breasts as she felt the phantom touch of Bindy cupping her ass cheeks, and a nipple being lapped at.

Looking back over her shoulder Tiffany wondered if this was what it was like to give a lap dance on a stage. Able to look over your shoulder and see if your performance was enrapturing those around you. She watched the phallus tip tail reach out between her leg, its length falling across her reflections skirt the sensation of is dragging across it driving a hand to hurriedly tug the tight fitting office skirt up, revealing the glistening juices beading down her leg.

Bindy took in the enhancements over coming Tiffany's body. Earlier when she gave that blow job she wasn't more than a B cup, but now her erect nipple hung from large grapefruit sized breasts.

Sliding down beneath Tiffany she scraped her teeth intermittent with licks and kisses down to between Tiffany's legs. She gazed at the glistening labia stroking a finger across its fold before extending her tongue out to penetrate them. In turn she dragged her tail head down across Tiffany's ass crack, meeting its head with her tongue as they both met and played between Tiffany's ass and pussy.

Tiffany quivered and dropped slightly at the sensation. Her body on fire with desire. Each alluring sway she had made inviting Bindy to interact had been an affirmation. The Idol's hold growing ever more encompassing over her. Her body responded in kind to this, her hips flaring more, her ass growing firmer, and her breast swelling gradually. Her mind was all encompassed by the sensation between her legs, a hand beginning to head down to her clit after she had steadied herself between one arm and her quivering knees. As she touched her clit the Idol began making its next important change to her. The smell of her juices wafted with new powerful pheromones, each consenting stroke changing her body more toward producing and seducing with her bodies own natural pheromones being turned into those of the Idol's consent.

Tiffany threw back her head gasp as she tried to keep quiet, her hand halting its actions as something jumped to the front of her perception, causing her to drop her jaw in shock.