“I want to feel you completely.' He thrust his hips against Alice 'Skin on skin. So I pull up your dress, reach around your waist, and rub you with my fingers as I thrust against you. Like this. You arch your back for me to push against that blossom between your thighs. I reach below and feel your wetness with my fingertips and the underside of my cock.”
Alice bent forward at her waist, hitched her skirt over her hips, and yanked down her panties. They fell to her ankles. She pressed her pussy directly against him and slipped up and down his length. Alice realized she wasn’t just feeling his cock, she was also feeling his arousal, his excitement, that she brought on. Damned if that didn’t prove how sexy a woman she truly was. Jack was missing out. He’d never get the pleasure of knowing how sexy she could be.
Alice reached between her legs with a hand and found her hidden bud that, when she circled it, threatened to unleash a shuddering wave over her.
“Oh, yes!” The hanged man cried out. “So beautiful!”
She was higher now. Higher than she’d ever been before.
“I’m being released!” he shouted.
Damn! Alice thought. Too soon!
She spun around and planted her mouth full down on his cock. Squirt after squirt filled her mouth. Some dribbled from the corners of her lips. She swallowed the salty liquid, caressing his abs.
As she kept his cock in her mouth, Alice’s disappointment took over her thoughts. Still a virgin. Still no orgasm. But at least she was about to grow back to her normal size.
Alice swirled her tongue around his shaft collecting his remaining seed. He shrank limp in her mouth. When his cock flopped out from her lips, the chains that held him to the wall sprung open. He collapsed to the ground.
Alice scooted herself beside him to cuddle with him. Placing a hand on his chest and her other between her legs, she kissed him through that bushy beard of his. He kissed her back, guided her hand away from between her legs and placed his own fingers there. She moaned into his shoulder.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Two of his fingers found their way inside her. The buzz felt better and better. It wasn’t just because of his fingers. Alice realized she was getting bigger again.
“Look at you,” the hanged man whispered. “You’re getting more and more beautiful by the minute.”
It wasn’t long before he had his whole hand inside her. Exploring every part of her inner core. Alice moaned.
And she got bigger. Was she getting bigger than her normal size? Alice had to stoop over to avoid hitting the ceiling. Her arm brushed aside the bed. She still had the top of her dress at her waist and her panties at her ankles.
“My love,” the man said, “My heart is big enough to hold you, but I’m afraid this room isn’t.”
He pulled his hand out. Alice sighed. So close, yet not close enough. She shivered.
The formerly hanged man ran out the door throwing words over his shoulder. “I’ll be with you again, Alice. I promise.”
Alice had little time to dwell on how much she’d miss him, for the size of her body demanded that she crouch to avoid cracking her head on the ceiling. She still grew bigger! If avoiding the ceiling wasn’t enough of a problem, Alice realized that even without the hanged man’s hand inside her, she was dripping like crazy.
“You don’t frighten me,” a voice said.
Alice quickly covered her breasts with her hands. And then wondered why she was hiding her beautiful breasts.
The voice came from Rabbit standing at the door by her feet. “You don’t frighten me one bit!”
Alice felt her clit throb for her attention. I’m supposed to have a bra on, right? I can’t remember why, though.
She looked for her bra and saw the tiny garment on the floor. It hadn’t grown with her the way her other clothes that touched her body had.
No way that’ll fit me now.
She put her arms through the short sleeves of her dress and with some difficulty buttoned the back. She couldn’t let her hands stop there. Alice brought her hands to her now covered breasts and unabashedly squeezed them, choking them to life. She felt like the most gorgeous woman. So big. So lovely. It wasn’t right.
Rabbit narrowed his eyes at her. “I brought my friends to make sure you leave our village once and for all!”
Giant Alice struggled to respond through her sexual arousal. “There is nothing I would like more,” she managed. “But as you can see, I’m stuck.”
Someone behind asked Rabbit, “What do we do?”
“Maybe we should burn the house down.”
Alice shouted, “Don’t you dare!” She coaxed her hands away from her nipples long enough to pull up her panties from her ankles. Why did she need these stupid clothes covering her supple, strikingly attractive body? She rewarded herself by granting her frisky fingers access between her thighs and she drew urgent circles and other slippery patterns within.
Rabbit scowled. “Yes. It would be a shame to lose my cottage. Would you please stop flooding my bedroom with your elixir?!”
“I don’t mean to…” Alice bit back a moan. “I’m just…I can’t stop.”
“Maybe that’s the problem,” Rabbit crossed his arms across his buff chest. “
“I know what she needs,” Rabbit said snapping his fingers. “We need to make you small again before you flood the village!” He stormed out of the bedroom.
As much as Alice wanted to be big and beautiful, she realized once again that such a size didn’t fit her. Rabbit was right. She needed to shrink down to size.
Alice smelled warm cherries. Rabbit came back holding a pie.
Having flooded the bedroom floor with her fluids, eating humble pie seemed like the appropriate thing to do.
Alice’s huge fingers picked up the tiny pie like a crumb out of Rabbit’s now-small hands and swallowed it down without even chewing.
As she shrunk, a lizard slithered into the bedroom and crawled all over, knocking vases, books, and sentimentals off of the dresser and shelves. It was just the distraction Alice needed to escape the bedroom before the villagers could get their hands on her.
Chapter 10
Alice trudged through the forest of tall, blue grass. Blades of grass the size of trees. The purple, wooded floor poked and pinched the soles of her feet. Her breasts swayed freely beneath her dress, the fabric partly wet from sitting in her own juices. Her arousal had passed, and now the wet parts of the dress felt cold in the open air.
Alice thought of her predicament. Not only could she never return to the village, but also she might never see the hanged man again. That hurt more than anything else. He was the only one that could make her big again. More than that…she loved him. Was that silly? She didn’t even know him. He didn’t know her. Maybe it was a crush. A puppy love. Not like Jack. Her love for Jack was true love.
True love unrequited.
She sighed, not noticing her surroundings until she arrived at a clearing. Among the tall blades of grass was a giant mushroom with someone sitting on it. A man with a head of golden blond hair. He hadn’t seen her, yet.
From her vantage point, a few feet away, he looked very strange. Dozens of arms came out from the side of his body. Everything else seemed normal. Alice bit her lip. If she couldn’t go back to the village, perhaps this… creature could help her. He wore nothing but jeans and one of his arms had a tattoo. As she neared him, she saw the ink on his bicep was a picture of an orange and black butterfly.
“Who are you?” the creature asked in the most rumbling sexy voice.
