Lois Continues To Study Her Reflection

A weird vertigo seemed to possess Lois as she studied the mirror harder. As if she was moving and standing still at the same time. She stared at the lanky, thin woman with the petite breasts and the thin thighs and ass and wondered:

Is that really me? What distortion of the glass could make me look like that?

She ran her hands of her overflowing tits, each of the soft masses of flesh bigger than her head, and saw her tall doppelganger in the mirror do the same. Let her hands fall down to her wide hips, fingers sinking into her meaty ass, barely contained by her tight pants.

The short and stacked reporter focused her attention on the face. The eyes were the same deep violet, the eyes of her moth. But the mouth...the lips were so thin. Lois Lane ran her tongue over her puffy pillows, so bee-stung they almost looked like a permanent pout. More than one of her lovers had commented on how they had seen her mouth and immediately wanted to stick their cocks into her warm, welcoming hole.

Hole, Lois blinked and turned her attention down between her reflection's legs. There was a hole in the mirror, dark and about two inches across. A hole that the reporter was certain had not been there a moment ago. The reporter quickly walked around the mirror, as quick as her short legs could carry her, hips rolling in a pronounced sway, barely-contained breasts jiggling—and came back around to study the dark flaw.

In the mirror, her reflection appeared to study the hole from the other side.

Slowly...impossibly...a crimson penis emerged from the hole.

Lois stared at it. The back of the mirror was flat. She had just been back there. If this was some magician's trick, it was the best she had ever seen since Zatanna had made the elephant's trunk disappear in Las Vegas. She squatted down, her mirror doppelganger following her movements exactly. Despite the color, it looked so real...so lifelike...there was a bead of clear precum on the urethra, which turned as she watched into a sticky drip...and Lois resisted the sudden urge to catch it. A small, rugged and masculine and yet strange wafted to her.

This has to be some kind of trick...right? Lois wondered. She was so close to the mirror now, she could see the reflection of the red cock, hovering above her mirror-self's lips. Some trick of perspective made it look like she was almost kissing it.