The Enchanted Mirror

She didn't really know why she had come to this estate sale. Molly looked around, and there clearly wasn't anything of interest to her. Of course it's not like she needed anything in particular. And of course she had already known this before even going there. And yet... it felt almost like something had compelled her to come to this place. Like she really had to be there. Weird...

Still, she was there now, wasn't she? So she could at least take a closer look around as well, right?

Slowly she moved through the rooms until an old photo, which was pinned to a large mirror, drew her attention. Maybe this woman was the deceased inhabitant, whose possessions were now on sale?

Molly blinked.

The mirror itself didn't seem to be anything special, but the photo showed a woman who was... well... more than just well endowed. She certainly would have been the center of attention in the past. And in her prime, with enthralling globes as these, well...

Molly blinked.

Looking at her own side profile in the mirror, she remembered how often already she had wished that she simply had... more. How much she envied women who could truly be described as busty. Or more than busty. Like this woman in the picture. All of her adult life already she had to live with the shame of her tiny teeny titties.

Molly blinked.

No. What? She felt confused. Still looking at her own reflection, it confirmed what she already knew at heart. That she didn't have tiny... She did in fact have a nice pair of breasts! Not too big, but not too small either. She could certainly fill out her bra. She had never been unhappy. And there really was no reason for herself to be unhappy, was there? And she certainly did not feel envy towards woman who were more blessed in the chest department. "Blessed". That figure of speech alone. Ugh. So where were these strange thoughts coming from?

Molly blinked.

She felt even more confused. Yes, of course she envied women with alluring curves, especially up top. How could she deny that when the truth, her own reflection with her pitiful small chest, was glaring back at her from the mirror?

Molly blinked.

What? Wasn't she happy with her figure? Didn't she have a husband who loved here just the way she was? Why would she? Did she want... did she really desire bigger breasts?

Molly blinked.

Of course she wanted bigger breasts. She was fed up with her husband, who loved to check out other, more busty, women. Every time he thought she wasn't looking.

Molly blinked.

No, that wasn't true... was it?

Molly blinked.

How often did she dream or imagine herself, not with just really big breasts, but with outrageously huge knockers. And sometime her imagination ran wild... Like right there and then.

Molly blinked.

Looking at her own reflection in the mirror, she could literally picture herself with breast as massive and large as melons. In her imagination, she was the most busty woman out there. What kind of confidence, what kind of self esteem would she posses with such an incredibly bountiful bustline? There would be no more unclarity. No more confusing thoughts. And her husband would never dare to look at another woman again! And even if, she just wouldn't care. It made her realize that there really was nothing else she could wish for. All she wanted was...

Molly blinked.

Looking at her own reflection, Molly smiled. Because in this moment she had the feeling that she saw her true self for the first time.

Molly blinked.

Such weird thoughts and memories. She felt like in another lifetime she had been a woman with tiny teeny titties. She chuckled. How could she even imagine something like that? When in fact she was the most busty woman out there. All other lesser endowed women could only be envious of her tremendously titanic tits. And men flocked to her like sheep, willing to cater to her every whim just for the chance to remain in her presence and ogle at the mesmerizing, vast valley of flesh between the mountains of her absolutely massive breasts.

Molly blinked.

Maybe this mirror was something after all... She should call her husband for transportation. Although... she would have no problem to convince some of those men currently present to transport the mirror to her own house for her. The real difficulty would be to send those men away again to their wives afterwards and leave her in peace.

Molly blinked.

Although, once the work was done... as an reward, she should allow those men the privilege to pleasure her. After all, what were these unworthy and undesirable flatchested hags who were their wives supposed to do about it? And wasn't it cruel ****, to not give a man the chance to experience true happiness and real pleasure with her gargantuan, squashy globes?

Molly blinked.

Wait. No. Although... she had strange memories... certainly not her own. Perhaps from another life? Or another reality?

Molly blinked

Memories of her husband sometimes looking at other women when he thought she wasn't looking. So it would serve him right! **** is a dish best served on jumbo, juicy jugs!

Molly blinked

Weird... her husband never looked at other women! In fact he only had eyes for her gigantic globes. And she would never cheat on her husband. She loved him!

Molly blinked.

Molly's head felt dizzy. This mirror... It was all so confusing.

Molly blinked.

Her breathtaking, enthralling breasts were now even more stupendous and colossal compared to her own reflection in the mirror.

Yes, of course she loved her husband! He was the best! So understanding. He only ever wanted to make her happy. And yet.. he had to understand that a voluptuous, sensual and lustful woman like her had equally strong urges, needs and desires. That it was more than appetite. That it was an insatiable hunger that one single man could simply not still. She needed more. It was only natural. And her husband would be happy for her. One look at or quick feel of her plentiful soft pillows would be enough. He never refused her anything after that.

Molly turned away.

I found an old file and story idea on my disk. The old file was basically just a really bad usage of the warp transform tool, i.e. the reflected part in the mirror, which you can see in these pictures. Today, I probably wouldn't even try to edit this picture, due to the pattern on the fabric. So, I took it as it is, and created the corresponding, unfocused foreground parts to it and wrote the short story.