knew she had to eat part of the shrinking mushroom piece again, just enough to get back to proper proportions. Her fingers, twelve inches long. She broke off a piece of the shrinking mushroom and brought it to her mouth and paused. Twelve inches. Why did that length sound so familiar?
She remembered her sister Lois telling her about a fact from a book. “Some men’s penises can be as big as twelve inches long!”
Alice couldn’t imagine what kind of books Lois had been reading, but at the time Lois told her that little nugget of information, Alice had been too caught up trying to imagine something twelve inches long going inside of her to ask about her sister’s source.
Instead of eating the mushroom piece, she put it back in her dress pocket and looked at her empty hand. She wiggled her fingers. They looked like stiff snakes with joints. Alice had stuffed penis-sized objects inside of her before, but none of them were part of a warm, living being. Maybe now she had the perfect replica: uncommonly long fingers. Something that could finally make her orgasm.
She lifted up her skirt, hiking it higher and higher, past the long length of her legs. She licked the middle finger of her other hand and brought it to her secret button, rubbing it right. Thoughts of Jack filled her mind. Him appearing at her bedroom door. No. Busting the door open. Standing in the doorway completely naked. Saying her name. Telling her he loved her.
Alice slipped her finger just past the folds, into the entrance. She imagined him holding her, kissing her, telling her how he understood what she was going through, whispering to her that everything would be alright.
Her finger plunged further inside. Her inner walls opened up to her finger and ripples of delight spread across her body. Was this it? Was this what a cock felt like?
She itched around, seeing if there was a G spot to touch. Her finger explored, stirring inside her. She knew her finger was reaching those places Caterpillar’s tongue found, those places she could never reach before. That finger filled her, stretched her, pressed and pushed inside. Deeper still. Her pussy tightened around her sopping wet finger. Alice moved it inside and out, like a cock would, thrusting through her slippery entrance. Faster now. A machine pumping her hard with all it could, with all her strength, and all her energy. Alice focused on what it felt like to have a hard, driving force pounding her deep inside. And it felt good. Felt very good.
…That was all it felt like.
It didn’t get her any closer to orgasm. Alice sighed and removed her finger.
Perhaps it had nothing to do with length and everything to do with…girth? Was that the word? The thickness of the cock. Her fingers were only as thick as regular fingers. Even a small cock was thicker than her fingers. If that was true, then all she needed was to have sex with a man. Any man. And maybe, that would make her come.
Alice took out the piece of mushroom that would make her smaller and ate just enough to shrink herself back to where everything about her body was proportionally correct. No more long neck, no more long legs, no more long fingers. Unfortunately, that brought her back down to rabbit size. She wandered back into the woods to see if anyone else could be of more help than the villagers or Caterpillar.
Chapter 12
A clearing in the forest opened up to a beautiful garden of ripe carrots and tomatoes, potatoes and celery, the care and attention so reminiscent of Jack’s love. And there were peppers. Chili peppers, bell peppers, pepper corns, in red, yellow, orange, and black. Beside the garden perched an adorable cottage with crimson colors and cottontail trim.
Two men sat on the steps to the cottage. One had a frog-like face. The other had a mouth that looked like a fish. They had on curly white wigs, like courtroom judges, and their tailored suits made them look as though they were only interested in getting down to serious business. So why were they sitting on the steps?
Clanging and crashing noises called out from the interior of the cottage. Sounded like pots and pans being tossed about. The men sat there unperturbed, not speaking.
“Hi,” Alice said to the two men. “What are you sitting on the steps for?”
“We have an invitation to deliver,” the frog-looking man said.
“An invitation to what?”
“To the queen’s croquet game.”
Oh! To play croquet with a queen, Alice thought. How wonderful that would be!
Jealousy burdened her heart. Alice wanted an invitation, too.
“Who’s the invitation for?” Alice asked.
“For the duke. So we’re waiting,” Frog-face said.
“Waiting for what?”
“For the duke to finish.”
Alice heard the interior clamoring noise violently shatter the serenity of the garden. She overheard a man inside shouting, “You good for nothing woman! Stirring the soup the wrong way! Clockwise! Clockwise!”
“What’s going on in there?” Alice asked.
“The duke is hurting the cook.”
“What?!”
“The duke is hurting the-”
“I heard what you said!” Alice felt her body grow cold. “Why don’t you stop him?”
“Because of the percentages. You see, we have 100 % responsibility to stop the duke so the two of us have 50 % responsibility.”
“And since you’re now here,” Frog-face continued, “that’s three of us. So each of us have about 33 % responsibility to stop him, meaning we each have about 66 % responsibility to not stop him.”
Alice could hear the duke shouting, “Good for nothing woman! Even sex with you is like stuffing a piece of dead meat!”
Alice clenched her fists. She pounded on the door, “Open up! Open up! Open up!”
She grabbed the handle. It didn’t budge. She hammered on the door yelling for the duke to open it. The door flung open and in the doorway stood a large man. Alice saw the fury in his face. The aroma of chili pepper stabbed her eyes.
He put his puffy red face right up to Alice’s and growled, “What the hell do you want?”
Alice gulped.
The two men behind Alice announced, “My Lord, you are invited to attend the queen’s croquet game.”
Suddenly all the redness in the duke’s face seemed to vanish. “The… the queen’s croquet game! I…I better not be late!”
He put on a coat and turned to Alice. His gaze dripped down her body.
Alice shuddered.
“I’ll deal with you and that fragile, little body of yours later. In the meantime, breastfeed my baby boys.”
And the duke left accompanied by the odd-looking officers.
Chapter 13
Alice tiptoed inside the cottage and walked down the hallway.
“Hello?”
No one replied.
“Ms. Cook?”
The hall led to a kitchen where a slender, big-busted woman crouched over broken plates and cups. She wore only an apron, leaving her backside completely exposed. “Why can’t I do anything right?”
Alice’s eyes stung from the powerful odor of chili peppers. She squinted hoping that would help. “You did nothing wrong.”
