The Dressing Room Mirror

By Ava Anna Ellison

Dressing room number seven in the back of The Electric Boutique may seem normal at first glance, but hides a forbidden secret to those that “stumble” upon it. While some look into the mirror and admire their scantily clad bodies, others fall through the mirror and find themselves on “the other side", trapped inside an erotic fantasy land of fairy tale sex & other worldly desires. Once trapped inside, one must to either fight the elements and survive, passing tests of erotic endurance and initiations, or succumb to certain death.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ava Anna Ellison
• Release date: Feb 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311027160

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The Dressing Room Mirror

The Dressing Room Mirror

By Anna Ava Ellison

Copyright 2016 Anna Ava Ellison

Smashwords Edition

Warning: This adult novella contains graphic scenes of extreme female orgasms, extreme orgies, sleep sex, cosplay, extreme male orgasms, women growing cocks, heavy drug use, pseudo-incest, and extreme sci-fi sexual overtones.

All Characters Depicted In This Work of Fiction Are Over The Age of Eighteen.

The Electric Lingerie Boutique 3

II 4

III 8

IV 11

The Fingers of Buried Gatekeepers 12

Angel & Crusty 17

Dropping Acid 21

II 24

The Eye in the Sky 30

Demon's Seed 30

II 32

Phytosterols Dictionary, Part 1 33

Spin Cycle! 34

II 36

III 38

The Flower Patch 40

II 43

Science Friction 44

Down The Laboratory Hole 50

Purple Turns To Black 54

II 55

The Queen's Quarters 56

That's Not Gonna Fit In There 58

Specimen 62

Stolen Compadre 63

Phytosterols Dictionary, Part 2 64

The Morphius Cummageddon Sessions 64

The Eye in the Sky, Pt. 2 69

The Shrinkage Rate Formula 70

Entering Devil's Cut 72

II 74

III 74

IV 75

V 75

VI 76

VII 76

VIII 76

IX 77

X 78

XI 79

XII 80

XIII 81

Knights in Shining Armor 83

II 86

The Spoiled Grapevine 86

Companion Playlists 87

The Electric Lingerie Boutique

Spring was in the air. Not a cloud in the sky, and blue for miles and miles, as far as the eye could see. The last of winter had blown out two weeks ago, and the perfect tropical weather that could only be found in South Florida took over like a tactical air raid. Days like this were meant for driving the Boardwalk, with the top down, the sun on your shoulders, and the wind in your hair.

Amber had the top down before she hit the end of the driveway.

A cool March breeze blew in as she wrestled her seat belt over her voluptuous chest, tickling her nipples and her senses. She filled her lungs with the fresh air, while she rattled around for her iPod, plugging it in the AUX input, scrolling down to her favorite mix, and hitting play. One-Eyed Doll blasted out of the speakers on command.

One more mark against society, she sung out loud, in harmony along with Kimberly Freeman’s voice.

She threw the cherry red Lexus into drive, stomped on the gas, and screeched out on to South-East Spanish Trail with a roar, all while swiping her finger across her iPhone, scrolling down through her recent calls, and calling Chloe’s cell phone, without running over any of neighbors.

Chloe picked up on the first ring.

I’m here, said the other voice, crackling with nerves, I’m waiting at the Starbucks, around the corner from Electric. I grabbed a latte, and I’m sitting outside. I peeked inside, he’s there, but the store isn’t open yet. Oh my gosh, he’s even cuter than you described. Oh, and I’m wearing that skirt you like.

"Perfect. You’re scared, I can here it in your voice. Don’t be a chicken shit. You’re in for a treat, something that you’re never going to forget for the rest of your life. Besides, you’re nineteen! Who the fuck gets to nineteen without ever sucking some guy’s cock!?! I’m right around the corner, I’ll be there in 2 minutes," she said, and slammed her middle finger on the end button.

Amber’s brash tone made Chloe even more nervous. The night before, she had barely slept a wink. She had spent the entire night dreaming about her planned encounter with Tommy. Amber’s description of Tommy kept flashing through her mind.

He’s got this humungous cock, she had said, "and it gets so hard that he can make it bounce off of his sternum. It stands straight up like a flag pole! The moment you said you’ve never even blown a guy before, I knew just the person you should meet. I’ve told him all about you, and he can’t wait to, umm, meet you," she said.

She took a close, long, look at her small lips. There’s no way they could wrap around Tommy’s dong.

How big is it, exactly? Chloe had asked.

Oh, eight or nine inches, give or take, she said, lying.

It was really twelve inches of solid, pussy splitting cock, and a little on the thick side. Thick enough to sometimes pull Amber’s jaw out of the socket. She lied because she wanted the extra inches to shock, surprise, and excite Chloe.

And you gotta see this thing shoot! she continued, "he’s got these massive no-handed spurts, they just fire off like a fully-automatic machine gun."

Chloe blushed at the thought.

O.K., I’m in. Just tell me where and when. I’ve never done it before. I want to try it, Chloe replied.

Try what? Amber taunted.

Chloe blushed even more, and turned red as a rose.

She put her head down, looked up with only her eyes, and barely squeaked the words out.

Suck a guys cock, she said.

Amber’s tone turned mean.

Will you suck him off deep, and make him cum!?!

Yes I will.

Promise! Make a promise to me that you will make Tommy blow a load of cum.

Chloe was on the verge of a panic attack. But the curiosity of having a boys cock in her mouth was something she’s dreamed about for years.

I promise I’ll make Tommy blow his load of cum, she said, her blushing reaching the boiling point.

Fine. Meet me at the Electric Boutique tomorrow. Tommy’s the manager, so he’ll be there first. And be there early. Nine in the morning, if possible.

O.k. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.

Meanwhile, across the Florida panhandle, on this very same morning, Lillian was also rising to a beautiful spring morning and making her way to her local Electric Lingerie Shop. Lillian, also a petite little doll, was the polar opposite of Amber’s personality. While Amber was a Type-A sexual predator, Lillian was extremely shy, even a little bit nerdy. A self-proclaimed & devoted geek, she often poked fun at herself and shunned the in-crowd.

She was a total nerd, which kept Lillian dateless, and despite her uber-petite body, she was still a virgin.

Rather quickly though, in the matter of a couple months, raging hormones had caused drastic changes in Lillian.

Viewed as a flaw to her perfectly shaped figure, Lillian had grown up with tiny little mosquito-bite looking tits; she was just a smidgen from being completely flat chested. But beginning in February, her tits exploded, growing bigger every day, into a set of the most voluptuous breasts most had ever seen. On her scaled down frame, which stood five feet tall and weighed ninety five pounds after a full meal, she was tiny enough to out-spin most spinners.

I bet I could pick you up with my cock, the boys would sometimes tease, and throw you across the room.

Now she had to somehow balance these bursting boobs that looked like blown up beach balls stuffed under her shirt.

These sudden changes brought on an onslaught of attention from boys. They instantly began ogling her, eyeballing her, and even asking her out. At first the new attention petrified her. It caused her to withdraw deeper into own nerdy world. She felt like a circus freak at a porn convention. She didn’t welcome any of it at all.

Until the day Jake asked her out….

Jake was the apple of her eye, the one that every girl on campus dreamed about, and the one that Lillian thought of as totally out of reach. And then one day, out of the blue, after years of walking right past her without a single acknowledgement, he walks right up to her with those dark brown eyes sparkling, and simply says, Hey…

Lillian was completely blindsided, and nearly knocked off of her seat with surprise and anxiety. He asked her out for sushi on Saturday night, and then drinks afterwards if they could sneak into the neighborhood bars with their fake I.D.s. The whole thing went by in a blur, seemed like mere seconds, and Jake left Lillian dizzy and cross-eyed. She could barely remember if she had said yes…

So now, for the third time in the month of March, she not only had to buy new bras, but she had to buy some undergarments that would rock Jakes world. The Electric Lingerie Boutique was the all the rage as far as a lingerie & bikini outlet. They pushed the limits of kink that you could put in a retail mall, and their selection was enormous, ten times what you would find at a Victoria’s Secret.

They were the Costco of lingerie and bikinis, minus the boring warehouse atmosphere. This particular Electric Boutique was located the quaint fishing town of Ft. Myers, Florida. She screeched into the parking lot at nine in the morning, beating the Saturday morning crowd, and strapped on her backpack.

Walking into an Electric Boutique was like walking out of one world and into another. Struck first by massively blown up murals of models in the foyer that reached to the ceiling, and struck again by the edgy eighties retro pulsating out of the speakers, electrifying the atmosphere, shoppers were dwarfed by immense wooden octagon display tables revealing the latest in lingerie trends. Everything from panties, bras, bikinis, skirts, low cut tees & even lower cut shorts, each piece getting its own strip on the octagon, with gradients of brilliant color running up and down each strip.

The abundance of color fascinated Lillian every time she walked in, tickling her senses and filled her imagination with a valley of flowers; yellow & orange gradients on one side of her, red & purple on the other, and every color of the rainbow splashed in between.

She found herself captivated by the orange’s and purple’s, she couldn’t take her eyes off them.

Three mannequins were perched around the center of each octagon, facing outward and proudly displaying the latest trends, all with exaggerated boobs too busty for your typical Macy’s figurine, complete with erect mannequin nipples pushing through clothes wrapped tightly around them.

Lillian, who would normally bolt to the extra petite section, the only area that carried her panty size, now had to venture into unknown territory, new to the experience of bra sizes and balloon sized boobs.

She ran up to her friend Jade, a friend from high school and the Electric Boutique employee who taught her about bra sizes when her boobs first started exploding.

Hey there, Jade said, as her friend bounced up to her, but then an exasperated Oh My God! AGAIN!?! She eyeballed Lillian’s boobs pushing out of the bra she just fit for her just less than two weeks ago.

"Don’t ask me how or why, because I’m completely baffled. My mom & sister, too, and my step-father can’t keep his eyes off of them. And Jade, they grow bigger every day. Just the other morning I took a slug of whole milk at breakfast the other day, and they swelled up and expanded on the spot, right there at the breakfast table!"

Jade grabbed her by the arm, and hauled her back to the last fitting room on the right, dressing room number seven.

"Just two weeks ago, Lillian, you were a 28-D, now it looks like you’re…"

An E-cup? Lillian asked, confused.

Once in the dressing room, Jade towered over the diminutive Lillian. At a sky scraping 5’10", Lillian was eye-level and face to face with the Jade’s very own infamous nipples. She had the perkiest boobs in the mall, with rocket-like nipples that stood out like turkey plugs when they got hard. Lillian looked straight through her white mesh top, and saw Jade’s nipples getting hard right in before her eyes.

They’re close enough to lick, she thought to herself. She wanted to, but didn’t. But watching them get hard did give Lillian a hot, burning sensation in her pussy.

"Do you remember last time? It took us an hour to find a D-Cup size with a 26 inch band size. But