The mirror

Trying to readjust your lacy top as much as possible, you look around the room with a bit of confusion. It seems odd that a room built like this would be found underground, and seems like there's a way out but not a determined one. A bit confused as to how to progress forward, you walk up to the mirror and glance into it before checking to see if the right door will open.

The mirror betrays your reflection- it's as you remember it, but with clothes torn down the middle, and a pair of breasts that are far too big just behind the thin fabric. Your nipples, though covered, poke through and clearly tent the shirt, with a pair of slowly growing dark spots betraying the fact that they continue to leak milk. In the mirror, your reflection starts to shift, but you simply attribute it to a trick of the light, and turn away before anything noticeable happens.

Moving over to the door, you reach down and are surprised to find that the knob turns easily in your hand- and turns, and turns, with seemingly no limit. However, no matter how much you turn, the door won't budge, despite your attempts to pull at it. A bit shaken from the mirror, you quickly realize that this was futile, and weakly kick the door out of frustration before walking to the next and trying the handle on that one, lifting your enlarged breasts with an arm to try and alleviate some of the pressure they put on your back. This motion slightly constricts them, and with a distinctly pleasurable sensation they each release a sizable spurt of milk, the left one freeing itself entirely from your shirt to spray the back of the door.

As the liquid splatters again the metal, it starts to run down, leaving thin trails of white, but something else happens. A symbol appears, equally rounded and jagged, as if in the shape of a scythe with spikes extending from it. It shines dark red against the brighter metal, appearing for several seconds before disappearing again. When you try the second door, it's similar but different- this handle simply won't turn, and pulling yields the same ineffective result.