Kallen Kozuki sat in front of her mirror, slowly brushing her hair in her bedroom mirror, taking her time flattening her usually messy, spiky hair back into its smooth, flat form that she preferred to wear at school. She kept brushing, using it more to relax than out of any real need, the sun having already set long ago. Perhaps out of ingrained habit her expression drooped from the fiery, hot-blooded one she wore as a pilot into the meek and unassuming guise she relies on as a student. It was at times like this where for once in her life, she got to feel like a normal person. No conspiracies, no intense battles, no magical Geasses, just her and her ordinary mirror… or perhaps not so ordinary.

The moment Kallen made the mistake of thinking that her room was safe from the larger than life insanity that dictated her day to day life, her reflection distorted, no, rippled slightly. Kallen’s repetitive brushing stopped dead in its tracks, the bristles still in her hair as she stared at the mirror. She blinked, wondering if was just tired, then stared at it as if daring her reflection to blink. Just when she was certain that she had just imagined it, the mirror rippled again, as if a single drop of water had struck a pool of water.

This time Kallen nearly fell back out of her chair, her brush hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Arms flailing and the chair teetering, she shifted her weight forward and slammed it back down, eyes wide and her heart racing. She leapt up from her chair and looked around the room suspiciously, wondering if yet another bizarre Geass was being set upon her. With Lelouch’s ability to manipulate minds, somebody else with a similar power causing her to hallucinate didn’t seem out of the question. But her room was empty, no hidden culprit hiding in her wardrobe or under her bed. She yanked her blinds shut, wary of anybody who might be looking in on her from outside her window, then took a moment to take a deep breath and slowly approach her mirror. Her reflection was the same as always, save for the fact that the excitement seemed to have her hair half messed up already. It always did that, no matter how hard she combed it, and she instinctively patted it back down. The mirror rippled gently once again, reminding her that messy hair was the least of her concerns.

Slowly, cautiously, Kallen stretched out her hand, unable to resist the urge that would have struck anybody in this situation: to reach out and touch the watery surface of the mirror. She knew she shouldn’t, but if she just erred on the side of caution and left it alone the curiosity would surely drive her mad. Trembling slightly the tips of her fingers touched the mirror… and went through! Rather than press flat against the glass or feel wet like the rippling image would suggest, her fingers went clean through, then her whole hand. Gasping, Kallen yanked her hand back, but found it seemingly free of any unwanted effects. She hadn’t even felt anything, it was like the mirror hadn’t even been there at all, even as her touch caused the image to distort as if disturbing a still pool of water.

Her curiosity piqued to the point of insatiability, Kallen leaned over her dressing table, this time extending her arm through until she could touch the reflection of the desk. It felt exactly the same, as if there was a whole other world inside the mirror. Reality had ceased to make any sense by this point, and Kallen felt like she was instead in a dream, although pinching herself didn’t fix the mysterious mirror in front of her. Taking a deep breath, Kallen threw caution to the wind and climbed onto her desk and crawled head-first through the mirror, knowing she couldn’t be satisfied until she found out just what was in there for herself.

Despite usually having a no-nonsense personality, Kallen couldn’t help but feel giddy as she emerged into the world inside her mirror, a sense of childlike wonder at the bizarre situation. It was exactly like her regular room, but back to front! She even found that the few printed words she could find on various objects were reversed too. Now the question was, she thought as she crossed her arms, was there a world outside of her room? Was it the same besides being back to front, or were there subtle differences that would add up over time, like that episode of a TV show she once watched with a similar premise? Or would the world end if she opened her bedroom door, the world only being what the mirror reflected?



While she thought about it, Kallen noticed that something was off, and had been off since she crossed her arms. Something about the feeling of her bare arms on her chest was… hang on, Kallen thought as she looked down. Bare arms? Wasn’t she wearing her school uniform? Instead she saw bare arms save for white cuffs at the ends, and pale cleavage where her ribbon should have been… Kallen whipped around back to the mirror, her face immediately flushing bright red.

“W-what the hell!?” Kallen exclaimed, going from a sense of childlike wonder and confusion to total embarrassment and confusion at the fact that at some point her outfit had changed entirely to the bright pink bunnysuit she had worn during her brief stint as a waitress at the Babel Tower! The leotard, the tights, even the floppy ears were there, much to her chagrin. Things were getting more surreal by the second, and it made even less sense than the mirror did in the first place. She could see the logic behind a magic mirror and a world inside it, but why dress her up like a playboy bunny? For what purpose? She wondered if she was at the mercy of some perverted onlooker and turned on her high heel to search the room, forced to relent when she found nobody once again.

But what she did find when she returned to the mirror, about to climb back through and admit that it probably wasn’t worth the risk of being stuck in there, was something on her desk that hadn’t been there before. A simple plate with a carrot laid upon it, causing her eyebrow to twitch a little.

“Very funny.” She said through gritted teeth, now certain that she was the victim of an elaborate prank. “A carrot for the rabbit, is it?”



She snatched it off the table, ready to hurl it through the mirror.

“Well you can take this and stick it up… your…”

Kallen held up the carrot before her, strangely transfixed by the ordinary vegetable. Something about it seemed incredibly tasty, even though she’d had no particular affinity for carrots before this very moment. Sure, she didn’t mind them, but a raw, unpeeled one? She didn’t even know what that would taste like. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to just nibble on it and find out?



Before she knew what she was doing Kallen had taken a big bite out of the end, catching herself afterwards and accidentally dropping it to the floor as she realised just how bad of an idea that was. Whoever was putting her through this was playing her like a fool, an even bigger fool than she had preferred to think she was given that she had just gone ahead and eaten it!

Just as Kallen was regretting giving into her irrational impulse, she groaned and clutched her stomach, filled with a strange but forceful feeling, as if something were bouncing around in her gut but had nowhere to go. It wasn’t painful, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant either. It bounced back and forth, rapidly growing stronger until it was yanking her waist along with it, uncontrollably jerked backwards then forwards, and for a second Kallen could have sworn that she could see her stomach bulge outwards cartoonishly only to bounce back an instant later. She doubled over, and with that downward motion it as if the force was dislodged from her stomach and sent directly downward, and that was when perhaps the strangest part finally began.

Kallen felt the sensation travel down her legs to her feet, where it was no longer bouncing around, but forcing itself outward. It was the only way she could think to describe it before the force exploded, and Kallen’s eye level rose sharply as her feet, the center of the force, began to rapidly grow! She yelped as her toes slammed into the desk in front of her, her two inch high heels turning into two feet high heels as the footwear seemed to grow with them rather than be torn to shreds by the explosive expansion. She would have stumbled backwards had her feet not becoming fittingly heavy to match, causing her to instead lose her balance despite the irony of her feet being so overwhelmingly planted, the heels thicker than the leg of a chair. She hardly had time to process the surreal transformation before she was reeling backwards, her arms flailing wildly to try to keep herself upright, when the force rocketed upwards through her body, saving her from a half-tumble by knocking her forward, rising through her stomach, then her chest, then somewhat painfully through her neck until it slammed into the top of her skull so hard she thought she might get a headache.

Then, all of a sudden, everything got a hell of a lot smaller. Her head blew up like a balloon, expanding every which way outward until it was as big as the mirror she had crawled through, then bigger still. She got a look at her awkward, lopsided body in the mirror, looking like some sort of bobblehead with a body that couldn’t possibly support such an oversized skull. Her situation being so profoundly fantastical spared her from any of the problems this might cause for the few moments she was stuck with such proportions, her head’s weight causing her to tip over.

“Nonononooooooo!” Kallen squealed as she threatened to bang her head against the mirror or the wall, whichever her cranium collided with first. She thrust her arms out and was just barely able to catch herself on the desk before she ended up with a nasty bruise on her head, breathing a deep sigh of relief for just a moment before the force bounced back down, this time spreading down her arms to her fingertips, the hands that had just saved her bloating to comical proportions, although ones that would at least be large enough to keep her safely away from any bumps or bruises. She managed to find the strength to turn herself around, finding that she could at least shuffle her massive feet around, and hopefully give herself a little more room to grow as she didn’t seem to show any sign of stopping soon, and with how uneven she was, she hardly wanted to at this point. This turned out to be a wiser decision than she thought, as the rebound went straight to her chest, where a slight jiggle served as a warning sign for what was to come. A moment later her chest inflated like a balloon, thankfully remaining in her leotard’s cups as they went to melons, then beachballs, then exercise ball sized, then practically the size of a sofa as her strength gave out as they flopped to the ground with a mighty thump, Kallen pinned by her boobs and oversized head-first in her own cleavage.

As if determined not to ruin her hourglass figure the force headed next to her ass, where she felt it before she saw it, her bubble butt slamming into the desk and nearly pulverising her chair as her torso became nearly invisible from the front or back, sofa-sized tits and ass atop giant high heels.

“What is going on!?” Kallen wailed, unable to move with all her odd proportions, her huge hands curled into fists. The force seemed to start to dissipate, the feeling spreading to the rest of her unaffected body more evenly, and Kallen was forced to realise that being stuck head-first in her own boobs was perhaps better than what would happen when the rest of her body caught up. The rest of her grew rapidly, Kallen crying out again as her head hit the ceiling with a painful thud, then stayed there. Her legs, waist, and torso were growing to match the rest of her, which would, she realised quickly, leave her a giantess too big for her own room! Kallen managed to turn herself onto her side, but found her legs pushed out her heels until they hit the other side of the room, pushing her head until it bumped into the wall closest to her. Feeling like she was going to have a giant lump with all the punishment her skull was taking, Kallen turned herself upright then started to curl herself up, but soon found her head pressing against the ceiling anyway.

The room began to buckle as she couldn’t fit into it even curled up as tightly as she could, head pressed into her boobs, and her only hope seemed to be that her head would burst through the ceiling before she herself gave out. Just when she was about to cry out, the strange force reversed. The tiny doll-like room that she had been looking down on grew massive in an instant, and her head swam and her eyes spun as everything went from tiny to suddenly very massive. Her entire body had shrunk all at once, her experience as a giantess ending faster than it had begun, leaving her to fall over onto her side rather anticlimactically. She cautiously straightened her legs, then with a groan and a rub of her poor stomach she teetered to her feet, craning her neck upwards to see her desk and chair looming over her, as did the rest of the room.



Kallen didn’t say to herself that she had no idea what was going on anymore, as that would imply she had any idea from the start. She had been growing, but it had ended with her shrinking to be far smaller than she had started, which made about as much sense as anything else in this surreal mirror world. What was next, she nervously chuckled, the furniture getting up and dancing? She certainly hoped not, now that she was as small as a… just how small was she, anyway? Her answer was granted in the form of her hairbrush, which had fallen to the floor just a few minutes ago. It couldn’t have been more than a foot away from her, but it took her a good while to run over to it to compare herself to it for scale, enormous hair strands sticking out of it, Kallen only a little bit taller than it. If she had to guess, she was no bigger than a mouse, and the thought left her terrified of what might happen if anybody entered the room. Would they be able to hear them?



She regretted her stupid curiosity in ten different ways, and all she wanted was to get the hell out of this mirror whatever it took. She briefly considered seeing if she could climb up and out, but blanched at the idea of trying to scale the leg of her chair. Unlike tiny characters she’d seen in cartoons, she possessed no such ability to climb up sheer surfaces without any clear footholds, and she doubted that she could reach the mirror from anything she could climb. Which left only…

Kallen glanced over to the fallen carrot, the accursed vegetable that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. She jogged over to it, as much as she could in high heels, then stared at the comparatively colossal carrot apprehensively. It had made her bigger, then smaller. If she ate it again, what would happen? Would she get smaller, then bigger, or just bigger again? Would she be worse off than when she started? She didn’t have any better ideas, and so, although she would otherwise never have eaten foot off the floor, went over to a clean-looking part of it and after taking a deep breath, sunk her teeth in, hoping she could take a chunk out of it in her current state. For better or worse her teeth cleaved through it with ease, leaving a mouse-sized bite-mark on the side of it. It tasted better than she was willing to admit, and with her cheeks stuffed, she gulped it down, praying that things would work out this time.

Almost immediately, the strange sensation began again. This time it went straight to her chest, Kallen gasping as her boobs blew up into what felt like blimps, her view engulfed by pink flesh as her breasts returned to their usual size, now individually larger than her own mouse-sized body.  She was lifted off her feet by them for a moment before they squished down enough for her to land, and with that motion went the force from tits to ass. Her hips, groin, and butt similarly blew up, lifting her off her feet again as she was left as what appeared to be from anybody looking down from human height to be nothing but a literal pair of tits and ass, with the glimpse of a tiny bunnygirl visible if one squinted at it. Her arms made ever so slight depressions into her own boob flesh as she tried to cling to something for support, ass planted firmly on the ground while she felt her camel-toe press into the carpet beneath her. Her wish to get back on her feet was granted in the worst way, her feet being next to be restored, and she felt her boobs get tipped slightly over as her angle was changed by them now resting atop her massive feet, her butt big enough to still also settle on the ground.

It went to her head next, which expanded with what felt like a whoosh, her chin landing back inbetween her boobs immediately, which made her feel even more ridiculous somehow. Her hands once again grew, but annoyingly not her arms, making her look something like an extremely embarrassed and utterly ridiculous penguin, her arms, legs, and torso almost invisible when sandwiched by the rest of her. Finally, to her relief, the rest seemed to grow, and she was slowly pushed upwards until her head cleared her chair, then the desk, then the usual height of her mirror, with the extra inches of her high heels.

She gasped for breath, hand on her chest as she looked furiously around her body to make sure it was all the right size. She didn’t seem to be getting any bigger nor suddenly rebounding, she was, as far as she could tell, all back to normal again, save for an extremely flushed face when she looked at it in the mirror. After inspecting her body in it her brain kicked back in, and Kallen’s desire to leave was nothing short of animalistic. As if to live up to the bunny her suit was supposedly themed after Kallen leapt on the spot across her desk through the mirror, landing boobs-first on the desk and sliding right through. Her relief on exiting the mirror as quickly as possible was soon greeted by the realisation that she was still going, and was about to fall face-first onto the ground outside, and-

Just before Kallen’s face hit the ground, she lurched upwards in bed, covered in sweat and totally disoriented. She looked around wildly, fumbling for her bedside lamp’s lightswitch. With the light on and her breathing slowing, Kallen’s thoughts caught up with her. She was in bed, and when she pulled her blankets up, thankfully in her pajamas, not the bunny suit she had long disposed of. She stumbled out of bed, creeping over to the mirror where she slowly and very carefully tapped it with her fingers, almost cheering when she met solid glass. Her eyes drifted downward to the plate she had left out, reminded of what she’d fetched from dinner’s leftovers when she was feeling peckish late that night.

“No more boiled carrots before going to bed!” She promised herself, finding that she had quite lost her taste for the vegetable in general…