The High Priestess

It wasn't long before the corridor mirrors shimmered to life again. They weren't like TV screens at all, Susie thought, appalled but also undeniably fascinated. More like portals directly into another part of reality. She couldn't shake the feeling that everything she was seeing in the mirrors had actually occurred. Might even be happening right now.

One showed a woman crouching in the shallows at a beach, clutching her breasts. She'd clearly lost the top of her yellow bikini. She was a pretty, wide-eyed redhead, her breasts so large that they spilled over the top of her arms. She clearly had no idea what to do. People were walking by.

Another showed an Indian-looking woman in just her comfortable black boyshorts, with delicious-looking chocolate-nippled coconut-sized tits, halfway through brushing her teeth. She'd just discovered, to her **** surprise, that her roommate had not only come home early but brought all his friends over for board game night.

A **** flasher pressed her boobs to a plate-glass shop window, having lost a bet. An actress' tits fell out of her dress on the red carpet. A red-faced brunette in Pikachu underpants stood on the pavement underneath a second-story balcony, jumping for her bra, which her grinning friends dangled just out of her reach.

Every mirror showed topless girls in compromising situations, blushing and clutching their hands to their chests as they tried and mostly failed to stop the whole wide world getting a good look at their jiggling, naked boobs. Bonnie couldn't stop herself from looking. She definitely wasn't a lesbian, but some of the girls had pretty amazing boobs. She drifted closer to one of the mirrors, just wanting another look...

The mirror flickered.

It still contained boobs, but now they were Bonnie's. Pert, freckle-dusted, pink-nippled, surprisingly large. She gasped in shock, then scowled and primly covered herself, realising she'd been tricked. Susie, beside her, sighed and cupped her own small but adorable tits in the palms of her hands.

"We'd better get moving," she said, scanning the floor for the next tarot card. "There must be a way out."