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The old Wescraven manor was still ventured for those willing to trespass onto the old property. It used to be that a caretaker trolling the property would keep off trespassers but he must have died with no one to replace him.

Sometime ago the Wescraven estate was made a historical site so it wasn't illegal to roam its hallways, and Brenda needed to explore the place to do some on-hands research for her doctorate on Victorian architecture. She didn't like the idea of scouting an old mansion but the only other Victorian estate around was expensive to tour.

Wescraven would have to do. Brenda journeyed to the estate that morning wearing a white long-sleeve shirt, brown vest, and sand-colored pants. Brenda found a door to the side of the house that was unlocked and didn't take too much strength to force it open with a couple boxes behind it. She walked around the dusty old summer kitchen, made her way into the halls, and found herself in the grand lobby.

It was quiet and the sun wasn't illuminating the big room much but it was still very beautiful in a decrepit sort of way. Brenda brought out her phone and started taking pictures even if they weren't going to be very good. She also had a notepad and started taking notes about her surroundings.

Little did Brenda know that an acquaintance of hers was at the mansion too... waiting for her. Sarka was a chubby pigeon girl in a white sweater, blue jeans, and eyeglasses.

Sarka watched Brenda wander through the mansion, keeping her distance. She said to herself, "You can forget about that doctorate, Brenda!" She looked down at the mirror in her hand. It had a plastic bag over it to cover it up, "With this cursed mirror, you'll be walking out here knowing less than you came in! A _lot_less!"

While Brenda continued to wander around, Sarka snuck into the lobby and set the mirror on a counter for Brenda to find. After looking around a storage closet, Brenda came out to see the mirror lying on the table. Was it there before? She couldn't remember but it caught her attention.

She walked up and picked it up from the table. The low light made it hard to see her image well, so she moved around the room, her gaze transfixed on the mirror's reflection. As it came into view, she could see her face in the reflection. Her face was weird, though. It looked like she was drooling, and she had a vacant look in her face, and it looked like the version in the mirror was wearing baby clothes!

"What the hell?" said Brenda, taking her free hand to scratch her head.

She paced around, barely taking her eyes off the mirror. The dumb-looking creature stared back with vacant eyes. The manor was quiet and while she walked around in the gloom of the manor, she felt like she was doing work but realistically her mind was on the mirror and only the mirror.

"This is very pretty," she said, "Are there other treasures like it?"

She walked around some more but then saw a chair out of the corner of her eye, a chair leaning against a wall. She figured she should sit down and take a rest, but only to stare into the mirror more. Her face was so dumbly in the mirror.

An enchantment came over her, like eldritch tentacles reaching from the mirror into her mind. They attached themselves and began to drain her mind of its power. Her toes twitched and her nose wiggled.

She tried looking at the bottom of her reflection, where the baby clothes were. She checked the mirror then looked down at her actual body. Her clothes were the same. She tried to make sense of it. Was the mirror some sort of... thingy? She couldn't remember the name of it now. Was there supposed to be something inside the mirror that was making her appear like that? How would it work?

Without sitting down for more than a minute, Brenda was up again and walking around. Being so focused on the mirror meant she bumped her foot on the occasional box on the floor. She was barely paying attention to where she was stepping but when a staircase was coming up she kept to the rail and descended.

She was in a hall of paintings. Of what? She didn't know. Her steps were getting awkward. Soon she had to remind herself of what she was thinking of. She had to remind herself of why the strange mirror behaves the way it does.

But then she saw a painting. It was a dragon girl looking valiant in the sun looking over a cliff. Brenda stopped and had to take it in, "Wow, boo-tiful picture!"

More wandering. She walked out towards the garden. Glass windows and doors separated her from the outside. There crops had all decayed. All that was left were weeds. It was ugly, but Brenda took her gaze over a bit to the lake beside the garden. It glistened in the moonlight. It was almost _too_beautiful.

Tranquil.

Brenda's eyes glazed over and her toes twitched again. There was a hissing sound and then wetness appeared on her pants, starting from the crotch and moving down her legs. Drips of liquid exited her legs, onto the ground. The wetness spread all around her pants as it dripped with her urine.

She snapped out of it and looked down. She gasped and looked around, embarrassed. She bit a lip, "Oop!"

Brenda was embarrassed but her ability to care was fading. After a couple minutes of walking around, she failed to remember where the wetness came from or who was responsible. Then she barely could notice it.

She clumsily made her way back up the stairs to the back half of the manor and found another library of sorts. Books were dusty on the shelves. She swatted at one and it toppled on the floor, she reached over to pick it up but then changed her mind like anything else could have been more distracting.

She paced around, unsure what to do. The moonlight shone down on the room ethereally. Brenda looked up. The moon was so beautiful and peaceful, even to her primitive mind. It was relaxing... so relaxing.

FLOOOORRRRP!!!

Brenda started relieving her bowels. Logs of fecal matter escaped her and landed in her panties, pushing a bulge out under her tail. The squelching and snapping continued as Brenda stared up at the pale moon, like she was crapping her pants out of reverence for its beauty. The mush pushed around her cheeks and down to her thighs. A burst of odor shot into the air and filled the room.

She let more of her waste free and the form on her pants shaped outward even further. The pooping slowed and the dumb cat was apathetic that she had a big load in her panties. Walking around made the mass mix around a lot and while she did find the sensation weird, she wasn't going to change herself anytime soon.

The smelly dumb cat walked off to who knows where.

Sarka walked around the manor, looking for her dumb rival. She must have gone completely dumb by now, she thought. Keeping an ear open for the ruckus of a dumbed down cat girl, Sarka moved through the building, finding the mirror left in a stray room. Sarka was careful to cover it up with a cloth and stick it into her messenger bag.

"I'll be keeping this," she said, "Maybe my ex-boyfriend Chuck needs to have this brain erased!"

She left the room and heard something falling over, like a tin bowl. She followed the sound and then a scent hit her. On the ground there was Brenda's shirt and vest, torn up and left alone. The scent got stronger as Sarka moved up the hall towards the sound and there was Brenda's pants on the ground, with a big wet stain all over them and on the carpet belong them. The panties had a mound of poop inside.

Sarka laughed, "Omigod! A little kitty-cat totally messed her pants!"

A big smile came across her as she explored the manor further. Around the corner, on the floor, Brenda was completely naked, chewing on a tin tray she found.

Sarka bit her lip, "It worked! You are totally stupified!"

Brenda looked at Sarka, paying attention to her words but having no capacity to understand them. She took the tin tray and started biting again, eliciting a sharp laugh from Sarka. Brenda got up, saw a bowl of fruit in a painting across the hallway, and raced up towards it only to smack against the wall and fall down confused.

Sarka's laugh was sharp and loud. She teared up in hysteria, nearly leaking into her pants.

Sarka had plans to turn Brenda into a sex slave but didn't know a way to get her out of the building without being found out. No, Brenda would have to be left to be found by someone else. Sarka opened the backdoor for Brenda and let the dumb cat wander out into the night. Sarka left, but with the cursed mirror in her possession.