Agag's Hypnovember 2022

Day 29: Alter Ego

by AmazingAgag

Tags: #cw:noncon #cw:sexual_assault #microfiction #breath_play #clothing #comic_book #dom:capitalism #dom:female #dom:male #exhibitionism #f/f #f/m #fantasy #feminization #impregnation #intelligence_play #lactation #magic #memory_play #military #multiple_partners #petplay #pov:bottom #scifi #sex_toy #slutification #solo #sub:female #sub:male #superhero #tech_control #transformation #transgender_characters

Totally indebted to Nymph's "Mirror" and Jay Petto's "Mirror, Mirror, Me or ....," both of which I adore.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I close the apartment door behind me. How is it only Tuesday? I set my purse down on the entry table, then stumble across my studio and collapse onto my bed. I can barely muster up the strength to grab the TV remote and press the power button.

And… the TV doesn’t respond. Shit. I was supposed to buy batteries on my way home. I glance, exhausted, at the door. There’s no way I'm going back out tonight. No way.

I press the button a few more times, hoping that somehow it will power itself on. But all I can see is my own faded reflection in the black screen, looking… actually, quite a bit livelier than I do.

I squint a bit. Something about the woman in the reflection looks… off. I can’t quite place it. I ease myself forward to look closely, watching the reflection follow in perfect sync. Her eyes look glassy and unfocused. Her lips are parted slightly, her jaw slack. But there’s something about her, something that makes her movements leisurely, not languid.

I slip off my bed and onto the floor, crawling towards the cabinet that the TV is stationed on. My eyes are locked on my reflection. How is she so beautiful? Every movement, slow and graceful. I raise my hand up to the screen, and my reflection matches.

Suddenly, the world around me goes dark. My hand pulls away from the screen, and my body leans back onto its knees. I see the woman in front of me, now brightly illuminated. Her parted lips lift into a smile, and I feel my lips follow hers.

“Oh, finally… I thought you’d never get home.” I feel my throat speak, unbidden by me. “I know it’s not the weekend, but I couldn’t help myself.”

We raise our hands to our breasts, kneading them slowly. “Don’t worry,” we say. “We’ll have some fun before I go.” We lick two fingers and slip it down our pants, teasing our clit while the other hand continues to knead our tits. We look into our eyes. “Besides, I need to pre-game.”

Soon, our clothes are off, and she props us against the foot of the bed. She dips our fingers into our wet pussy, making us moan deeply. It was like she knew our pussy better than I did.

“Of course I do,” we say.

I feel the pleasure welling up. Heat sears through my entire being. We breathe raggedly, moans turning to gasps and screams. Our fingers accelerate, pinching our nipples and rubbing our clit and filling our cunt and GOD we’re so close, almost there, the pleasure starts to peak---

We pull our fingers away. We look into our eyes again, now filled with a wild lust. “Like I said,” we say. “Pre-game.”

We crawl back up to the screen and kiss it, our lips touching. I can feel the warmth from the other side. “Sorry I can’t bring you with me,” we say. “But trust me, you won’t even know I’m gone.”

We stand up and walk away from the televi

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