Alice’s mouth flooded with his essence. The room echoed the arousing sounds of his cries. His exhilaration got her so excited.
She pressed her chest as close to him as she could, hugging him. Through her dress, she rubbed her breasts against him. All the while, she kept her mouth clamped tight around him, and swallowed, sucked and drank it all down.
The hot liquid warmed inside her belly.
When Alice noticed there was nothing more to drink, she licked the surrounding seed off his shaft until it was wiped clean with her tongue. She let his cock flop out from her mouth and she sat down on the ground.
If Jack could see me now…
The hanged man’s chains rattled and released, dropping him. He hit the ground with a thud.
“Ooh!” Alice reached out to him. “Are you okay?”
The man rubbed his head. He smiled up at Alice. “Never better, beautiful one.”
Alice was surprised to see the chains react by themselves that way. But she hardly had a moment to consider why when she noticed something even stranger. The walls were shrinking. Either the hallway was getting smaller, or she was getting bigger.
“What’s happening to me?”
“You drank me,” the man said. “Words can’t describe the beautiful woman you’re becoming.”
Her belly tingled. What was happening? The tingling spread up and down, to her pussy and nipples. She curled her toes and clutched her breasts, attempting to squeeze all the tingling out of it. Larger and larger, she grew.
Alice now had to duck so she didn’t hit the ceiling. Being this big felt wrong. Not that it was wrong to be big, but wrong for her to be big.
She didn’t deserve it.
Her skin felt like it was stretching. Something was dripping down her thighs.
“Well I’ll be a tucked foy!” The man splashed about and stared at his submerged feet. “You’re causing a little flood down here!”
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Alice squeezed her thighs together, but it just made it worse, just made her more excited. She closed her eyes at the overpowering sensations rushing through her.
“It’s not me,” she moaned. “This is not me!”
Alice had to sit down. Liquid splashed around her.
She was sitting in a pond of her own juices. Beside her, the man was swimming. Her little pond had become his lake.
The more he swam towards Alice, the more distant he became. A strong current was pulling him away from her.
“I’m afraid,” he sputtered. “I can’t…”
While distracted by the arousal washing through her body and leaving out between her legs, Alice could do no more than watch as the current sped him away from her. She shivered with hot pleasure.
I’m becoming so big. I’m feeling so good. It’s not right. It’s not right.
“Alice!” the man called, an outstretched hand disappearing into the heart of her waters.
He was gone.
And as Alice heard the slaps of the waves licking the hallway walls while she writhed in wrongful pleasure, a distant question struggled to speak in her head.
How did he know my name?
Chapter 4
Alice’s big body pressed against hallway walls and the ceiling. She had to be doubled over to fit. In her dazed state of hypersensitive arousal, she saw a table of pies float by her. Couldn’t be.
A sign on the table said, “Humble Pie.” Desperate to try anything to stop the growing, she snatched a pie between her thumb and first finger, accidentally crushing the thing. She put the creamy crumbs to her lips. Odd. It smelled like cherries and tasted like apples. Alice licked the sweet remnants off her fingers. Her other hand pressed her dress between her legs, frantic to find an off button.
What next? What could she do to put out this blaze in her body?
But there was no need to wonder for long. Her body began to shrink and, with it, the fire of her desire.
This is right. Now I’m becoming a size that fits me.
Alice continued to shrink, smaller and smaller, right into the lake of her own wetness. Down to the size of the hanged man.
Had he also eaten the pie? Before she met him?
Alice let the current take her out of the hall and into sunshine. But what was wrong with the sky? It was a bright pink color. The sun wasn’t even setting! The warm sun felt good on her wet face. But how was she going to return to her normal size and get home? Getting her feet firmly on land was the first step.
She saw a distant shore. At least it looked like a shore. She swam in its direction and soon found herself wading near a blond-haired young man with a chiseled chin. Looking at him did interesting things to her body.
“Hi!” She gave him her best smile.
He floated closer to her, his broad shoulders bobbing above the water line. “What is this?”
“What’s what?”
“I was just gathering wood for tonight’s campfire when this lake suddenly appeared.” He looked around at the encompassing lake “What happened?”
“Beats me,” Alice lied. “I’m Alice. What’s your name?”
“Not sure,” he said with a cool voice. “But everyone calls me ‘Rabbit’.”
“Everyone?”
“Yeah.” Rabbit scowled looking around as if trying to find his “everyone.”
“Who’s everyone? And how did you get here?”
“About ten years ago we all shrunk down to this size, but none of us remembers why. Something about boy scouts, scouting, eating pie… Something.”
Alice imagined those square jaws eating pie, and then imagined those same jaws busy between her legs. She forced herself free from the daydream. “Why do they call you ‘Rabbit’?”
“None of us remembers our real names, so we gave each other names of animals,” Rabbit said still looking around. Alice’s smile didn’t seem to capture his attention. “Except for our servant, of course.”
“You have a servant?”
“Yes.”
“What’s his name?”
Rabbit finally looked at Alice and frowned as though she had asked a strange question. “Servant,” he replied.
Alice laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
Alice floated on her back, her dress soaked and clinging to her skin. “Nothing.” A servant called “Servant.” Would his wife’s married name become “Mrs. Wife”?
“What are those bumps on your chest?”
Alice dropped her legs back down into the water. “Shut up!” she laughed, covering her breasts, her hands over the drenched material of her dress.
“Why? What are they?”
Was he serious? His face seemed serious.
Alice examined this handsome, naked man further. Hard to tell below the water line, but his body looked like it complemented his handsome face well.
“They’re breasts,” she lowered her hands and tried to say matter-of-fact. The heat in her face and swelling of her nipples suggested she’d failed.
