The Mirror of Atuf

When someone drops off a mysterious mirror at Lena's home, she ends up getting fucked by a futa version of herself!

Contains: Human x Human Futa, Mirror-Futa-Doppelganger, Excessive Semen, Throatfucking, Huge Tits, Huge Cock (36+ inches), Hotdogging, Doggystyle, Semi-Public Sex, Cum Bloating, Fucked Silly, Endless Orgasms, Huge Balls

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"So, uh, what's in the box, Lena?"

Lena Trueshield stood before the great wooden box, scratching her head as she looked down at the card that had come with it. Next to the box stood her neighbor, the ever-nosy high elf, Rila. Lena knew that the woman's true elven name was far longer than that, with thrice the syllables. A very fancy name, that Lena had forgotten immediately after learning it. And so, she'd taken to simply calling her Rila.

She also knew that Rila was approximately five and a half feet tall. The box was nearly twice that height.

I hope you find this gift to be a comfort in times of need.

- A friend

"I'm not sure... I don't think I ordered anything..."

It wouldn't have been the first time the paladin had drunkenly ordered something from a wandering gnome merchant, only for it to arrive weeks later with her having no recollection of the purchase. Hungover and broke were frequent qualifiers of Lena Trueshield.

"Well, your name's on it," the high elf pointed out. "Need help opening it?" Rila asked, excitement sparkling in her glowing blue eyes.

Lena offered the elf an amused, sideways glance, chuckling. The elf could have said "I'm going to help you open it" and the intent would have been the same.

"Of course, but you've got to help me carry it upstairs," Lena said. Every day was like Winter's Veil for the paladin and her friend whenever something new fell upon her doorstep.

Rila was nosy and had an undue interest in the affairs of others, but somehow, she managed to avoid the rudeness that often came with such traits. She had helped the paladin move in when she had first arrived, and often liked to remind Lena of that fact,

despite

the

other

fact that Lena had arrived in Stormwind with but a single box of personal belongings to her name.

Whatever was in the box was heavy enough that, by the time the two had carried it up the steps and into Lena's apartment, they were both covered in a fine layer of sweat and Lena could feel her white blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts like a second skin.

It was Rila's turn to offer the blonde paladin a glance. A glance which soon became a stare. The elf's hungry eyes were quite nearly boring holes into the human's chest.

Lena was used to stares. Her tits were, to put it mildly, absurdly large. Two overgrown, pumpkin-sized knockers that drew stares and whispers alike. Twin peaks of soft, jiggling abundance that even the heaviest of plate armor could not conceal. Their sheer enormity made combat difficult at times, she had come to accept. The necromancer that had cursed her had placed upon her chest the ability to absorb certain magical effects. Luckily for her, she had managed to get rid of the curse. Not-so-luckily, the growth imparted by the curse had left her permanently enlarged in the titty department.

And so, Rila's stares were not an uncommon thing, especially since she had taken to bralessness. Given the price demanded for such garments, she thought it preferable to simply endure her friend's stares. The elf was a titfiend, a bust-obsessed pervert. She would stare at any woman passing through the streets with more than an inch of cleavage showing. Lena knew that was part of the reason why the raven-haired elf had taken such an interest in her.

But she didn't mind, really. Everyone had their faults, and Lena expected that the robed elf had enough faults for herself and then some.

"Right, the box," Lena said, dispelling the half-silence of their labored breathing. She reached for her sword and placed it against the box, slipping its tip between two planks. The weapon was, of course, better suited for slaying undead and demonic foes, but it had other practical uses as well.

Lena groaned as she pushed against the sword, holding it horizontal as one hand gripped its hilt and the other pushed against the flat of the blade. The planks creaked and nails soon came undone, flying every which way.

Rila ducked out of the way of one errant piece of metal and then watched the box slowly come apart with such amazement that there might have been a dragon's hoard within and her face would not have changed.

The box finally came undone, and the two women began digging through the dense packing straw, looking for whatever treasure might lay beneath. They did not, however, expect that there would be a full, ten-foot-tall full-length mirror within.

Framed in rich mahogany, the beautiful, ornate mirror left the two women confused, rather than amazed.

"Looks... expensive," Rila finally managed after a minute or two of staring at the thing.

Lena got on her knees at the base of the thing, searching through the piles of straw. "I don't even see a bill or anything in here," she groaned, moving straw from around the base of it the mirror was fully revealed to them.

The paladin's brow furrowed at the inscription written on a gold plaque at the bottom of the mirror.

The Mirror of Atuf grants your reflection that which you desire most.

"Huh, I think I recall seeing something similar at the mage's school of Dalaran," Rila pondered, eyeing the thing. "Been a while, though," she laughed, giving a shrug.

Lena brushed some straw from herself. "I didn't know you studied in Dalaran. What do you think it does?"

"Oh, yes. I pondered many spheres," Rila replied. The elf cupped her chin, eyes drifting in thought, as if trying to avoid any further discussion on her activities while in the City of Mages. "As for what this thing does... I can probably go ask around. Magical mirrors are

usually

portals or scrying devices. So... uh... consider covering the thing with a tarp."

"You can block portals with a tarp?" Lena asked, raising her eyebrows.

Rila shook her head. "Oh, not every portal, no. But putting something over a mirror

usually

blocks its effects. Here, this should do the trick," she said, grabbing hold of a large blanket on a nearby couch, tossing it over the mirror. "Thing might be valuable, and if you

did

pay for it, then I'd avoid destroying it outright."

Worry and curiosity in equal parts were gnawing at Lena as she stared at the tall, linen-covered mirror. "So, you'll be back soon, then?" she asked Rila.

The elf shook her head, black tresses swinging about as she did so. "Oh, I'll have to see if the mages in the portal room will allow me through. If they do, they-"

"I thought you studied in Dalaran? Don't mages have the ability to make their own portals?" the paladin asked, blinking.

"Well, I definitely

could

do that if I was a mage. Alas, I only

studied

in Dalaran."

Slippery as Rila was being, Lena didn't press the question further. "Fine. Just don't take too long. This thing might be able to do more than just spy on me."

The high elf stared at Lena for a few seconds. "Hah, as if."

And with that, the elf had turned and slipped out of Lena's apartment, leaving Lena alone with the tall, foreboding mirror. Even covered, the thing sent shivers down Lena's spine.

She allowed herself to fall down on the nearby couch, keeping an eye on the mirror. Everything was still and silent, save for the distant sounds of a bustling Stormwind.

Moments passed before she saw it: the cloth moved. There was no wind to do so, and yet, she could see something tugging slightly at the edge of the mirror. A gasp left Lena's lips as she stood, reaching for her blade. "Who-?"

The movement stopped as soon as she spoke, and she yanked the cloth from the mirror, finding only her own reflection, staring back at her. She took a step towards it and saw its lips curl into a grin. Thinking it might be some trick of the light, the paladin simply shook her head to see her own face, with her own expression. "What in the Light...?" she whispered, reaching forward to touch the surface.

Nothing came of it. No portal took her. No demons came crawling out of it.

I really need more sleep,

she thought, eyeing her window, where the midday sun could still be seen shining through.

I do suppose an afternoon nap might do me some good after all...

With a yawn, the buxom paladin turned to her room, its door leading right to the living room where stood the mirror. And yet, as she walked, overgrown melons bouncing with every footfall, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she could only see her own reflection. She couldn't help but smirk as she watched her large, round rear sway slightly, its abundance straining against her brown linen britches.

Chuckling to herself, she threw off her clothes and fell into her bed, its softness taking her.

When at last she opened her eyes, her apartment was completely dark. Only the soft light of the moon filtered in through her curtains.

How long have I been asleep?

she wondered groggily. She loved naps. She hated

long

naps. Longer naps tended to leave her feeling more tired than refreshed.

Slowly, she rose, muscles straining against the weight of her obscenely overgrown bosom. She scratched her stomach, having to slip her hand beneath her breasts to do so. It signaled its emptiness with a hungry rumbling. "Ugh..." she groaned, eyes adjusting to the darkness as she walked out of the room, only to come face to face with her own reflection in the mirror.

Hello, you,

a voice came, causing Lena to jump in surprise.

Or, perhaps I should have said 'hello, me'

it came again, resonating within her mind.

The blonde paladin shook her head, eyes going wide. She had to be asleep, still. Rila had told her that there were two possibilities, a portal or a scrying device. But what if she'd been wrong?

You aren't sleeping

came a voice. A recognizable voice. Her own voice, her inner voice.

You are awake. Wide awake. Staring at yourself.

Lena's eyes wandered down her own nude form in the mirror, down the gigantic slope of her breasts, to what small part of her toned stomach she could see, to... She quite nearly fainted, hands immediately darting to her crotch. She found nothing there, save for her own female genitals. Yet, the mirror showed a Lena with a gigantic, flaccid prick. Fat and heavy looking, it hung down to her reflection's knees, even in its limp state.

Not only was the cock itself enormous, but behind it hung a pair of melon-sized balls. Hanging ponderous behind the elephantine meat-hammer, they seemed full with the promise of their load.

"Is this some sort of prank?" she dared ask aloud.

"Nothing of the sort," her reflection replied. She could see its lips moving independent of her own.

A twinge of curiosity, of desire, brought along a stirring in Lena's loins as she eyed the behemoth hanging between her reflection's legs. That spark had lit a small fire in her lower stomach, and her tentative fingers reached out towards the mirror's surface.

There came no resistance. Where her fingers should have met cold surface of the mirror, her hand instead plunged into it, as if reaching into still water.

A sudden panic seized her and she withdrew her hand, looking up at her mirror-self.

"Is something the matter?" the reflection asked her, its hand slowly moving to its titanic, vascular beast of a cock, fingers gingerly caressing its surface.

Lena furrowed her brow, feeling her desire welling within her. "I shouldn't. I shouldn't cross. I want to... but I know I'll be trapped with you."

Mirror Lena shook her head, chuckling softly. "You don't have to cross into the mirror. You won't get pulled into it, either. This isn't some trick by a foe of yours to get rid of you. Believe me."

Somehow, Lena knew she was right. She could feel herself

linked

to the thing in the mirror. To her mirror-self. "But who sent you...?" she asked, fighting the urge to grab the enormous prick beyond the mirror, that behemoth slowly rising as it grew from her own touch.

"I am under no obligation to tell you, dear. Why ruin the mystery, the fun of it all? I

can

tell you, however, that I am no enemy, no creature of destruction. The mirror that has spawned me was not sent by anyone wishing you harm."

Lena's eyes were laser-focused on the fattening slab of meat between her reflection's legs, the gigantic thing slowly gaining in size with every lurching throb. Its pulses, visible even from such a distance, were almost hypnotic, synchronous as they were with the paladin's own heartbeat. The sight of it was enough to set the woman's lusts ablaze, and she sought the absurdly overgrown fuckpillar with eager fingers.

The heat of it, the sheer, absurd size of that meaty monolith quite nearly sent Lena reeling. And yet, she could feel it, the mirror's surface a portal between two identical worlds. Her fingertips were upon the thing, and she knew it to be a real cock, not some illusion created to ensnare her.

As a paladin, Lena could feel when something or someone was tainted by negative energies. Typically, these were undead or demonic in nature. And yet, she felt no such evil emanating from the creature on the other side of the mirror or from the mirror itself.

Tentatively, her fingertips ran along the behemoth's veins, tracing along those thick, pumping tubes that ran along it like so many rivers across a continent. Her mouth slowly opened, awed and enthralled by the size and heft of it.

Through it all, her mirror self smirked, enjoying the reverent way with which Lena's fingers moved. Her smirk only widened when Lena brought a second hand to it, caressing and fondling the heavy, mind-bogglingly gigantic she-cock.

It soon grew and grew, to a point where its angled length began pushing out of the mirror itself. Excitement surged through the woman's entire being at the thought that this being was not confined to the mirror. "Fuck..." she groaned, biting her lower lip as both her hands now caressed the fat, bulging veins that ran along the leviathan's length. Its heat was such that hot coals might have been cooler, she thought.

Soon, her hands tried to wrap around the thing and while her thumbs managed to touch at the top of the enormous prick, she would have needed an extra pair of hands to truly grasp the monstrous girth of that throbbing sledgehammer of a cock. With girth that defied comprehension and length seemingly unending, Lena had never felt so near the divine as she did now.

"Impressive, isn't it?" cooed the reflection, a smile dancing on her lips. "You're to thank for this, you know. If you weren't such a desperate, cock-addicted pervert, then I wouldn't be

nearly

as endowed, or maybe I wouldn't even exist. It takes a special kind of deviancy to actually get this mirror to work. Most people only see their regular reflections."

As she spoke, Lena nodded slowly. Her hands gently began stroking the thing's cock, feeling it harden, growing fatter and hotter under her touch. She wondered if a thing of such a size could ever truly reach full hardness, given the gallons of blood likely required to even achieve its current state.

A dull, desirous ache between her legs compelled her, and she slowly sunk to her knees, hands still upon the pale goliath.

"Hold on, hold on," the reflection said, placing a hand under Lena's arm to keep her from simply falling to her knees in reverence of her turgid monster-prick. "I want to leave this mirror for a while. Don't worry, I won't kill you and take your place, if that's what you're worried about. You stop existing, I stop existing, and I can't exist outside the mirror's line of sight. Magic's weird like that, sometimes. There's rules to follow."

Lena blinked and nodded.

"Stricken dumb by dick, huh?" teased Mirror-Lena, laughing softly. "Wait until we get to the

real

fun."

The paladin found herself unable to respond in any meaningful capacity as the mirror-thing stepped out of the mirror. Out into the world, onto Azeroth. She gulped, gaze briefly torn from the bobbing behemoth to look up at her mirror-self, barely even able to see the creature's face, given the size of her tits.

From such a vantage point, her breasts appeared even larger than they knew them to be. Perspective was an odd thing.

And yet, though her eyes wandered for a few moments longer the slopes of those great, pale tits, it was the mirror being's colossal fucktube that commanded the bulk of her attention. She watched from the thing's glistening head slowly ooze a hefty dollop of precum, the clear liquid falling with a loud

SPLAT

to the ground.

When at last Mirror-Lena stepped out into the world fully, she stood behind Lena for a moment, and her titanic pillar of she-meat hung almost menacingly over the woman's shoulder. Though Lena could no longer see either herself or the other being in the mirror, she could see how that throbbing enormity, hanging down at a forty-five-degree angle, extended quite nearly a foot and a half beyond her shoulder.

It would have needed at least another foot's length to reach the "end" of her breasts, as those mountainous mammaries extended quite nearly two feet in front of her at all times.

A shudder of excitement ran through Lena's spine at the sight of such a glorious battering ram of a dick. From the corner of her eye, she could see the creature lifting that vascular meat-bat before letting it drop, the thing slapping against Lena's gigantic breast with a heavy, pussy-drenching

SLAP!

The thing was

heavy,

and the impact sent wobbling ripples through Lena's huge pale udders. A splattering of precum left a glistening mark on that breast.

"You know, I

could

tittyfuck myself... But I think I'd rather allow

you

the honors of taking this thing on its maiden voyage," the mirror-being said before she hefted her towering spear up and over Lena's head, slapping the woman's other breast, splattering another generous helping of pre onto that other melon.

Lena gasped, the impact causing another tittyquake as waves of flesh were sent rippling outwards. Anticipation burned at her nerves and she slowly shuffled about, turning towards the source of that impact. She looked up, eyes meeting (over an incredible expanse of titflesh) the eyes of her mirror-self, and the being's lips curled into a smirk.

"On your back," it commanded.

Lena obeyed, wordlessly falling onto her back.

As she did so, her gigantic, pale udders wobbled and shifted, flattening somewhat like gravity. The ultra-busty blonde lifted her arms slightly to push those fat knockers up together, squeezing them somewhat and creating a perfect lake of soft titmeat.

Mirror-Lena licked her lips slowly at the sight, eyes focused on Lena's nipples, fat like two ripe cherries at the centre of the dinner plates that were her areolae. Without a moment's hesitation, the creature straddled Lena's waist, slamming her goliath fuckpillar down between those great, wobbling masses. As she did so, she made sure to smear copious amounts of that abundant precum, rubbing the clear liquid into the soft valley created by her counterpart's titflesh.

Lena bit her lower lip, desire now raging in her loins like a feral monster wishing only for release.

With Lena's tits properly lubricated, the supremely hung doppelganger began sawing her fat slab of she-meat between them. Though Lena's tits

easily

covered her torso from hip to collarbone, the reflection's giant cock had no issue pushing its way through them completely.