Liz Adams: Alice's Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful World

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?

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.

He put his hands on them. She gasped. He squeezed her breasts then pulled her neckline to look down. Alice knew she should pull away, but became too captivated by watching him explore and discover her body, his face so intent, so driven, as though all the answers could be found down the front of her dress.

Perhaps they could. Her breathing got heavier. She was about to witness his sexual discovery. As though he were a student. Did that make her the teacher? Considering how little Alice knew of men, wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around so that she was the student? Such an experience is the stuff of fantasies. She was supposed to stop him, pull away from him. But just how much of this sexual discovery would actually take place?

Is it really possible for a guy to have never seen breasts before? Alice decided to be passive. See how the moment played out. His education could lead to her own.

He stuck a hand down her dress and gripped a mound of her flesh, firmly but gently. He tested a nipple with the tip of his fingers. He pinched it. Alice squealed in delightful surprise and pulled her body away, but bent forward to keep his hand down her dress. He squeezed her other breast and pushed the nipple in a few times as if to see what the button did.

It certainly did something.

He didn’t know that the effect it had was happening down between her legs.

Too soon, Rabbit removed his hand. Apparently no longer interested.

Alice realized other parts of her body needed attention. Remaining passive went out the window. This young man can be my study buddy, and if I let him stop now, I’ll never get to find out from him how to touch a man.

“Have you seen Dinah?” she said.

“Who’s Dinah?”

“That’s what I call my pussy. Do you want to see?”

“I’m allergic to cats.” Rabbit waded away from her.

Alice followed and laughed. “Not a cat, a pussy.”

“What’s the difference?”

“You know what it’s like to pet a cat, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I’m allergic to cats.”

“Well, give me your hand and I’ll show you what it’s like to pet a pussy.”

Alice took his hand and guided it under the water to between her legs. She relished Rabbit’s reaction. He scowled and stuck his finger deeper without any further coaxing. Alice moaned and curled her toes.

“What…What is that?” Rabbit asked. “Is there something inside?”

“You’ll just have to keep looking,” Alice said wrapping her legs around his waist and resting her arms around his shoulders. Two fingers were inside her now, wiggling trying to get deeper.

“This is a strange box,” he said wriggling a third finger inside. “Are you sure there’s something in it?”

“Keep looking,” Alice breathed heavily.

His fingers persisted, deeper still, reaching, digging, seeking a treasure Alice knew he’d never find.

“Hey!” a voice called out.

Rabbit removed his fingers in a flash.

Alice whimpered. “No!” She didn’t want it to stop. His fingers were doing wonderful things to her. There was nothing worse than turning on the oven without putting in the cake.

“Look!” The young man pointed. “Land! Come on!”

Alice sighed and swam after him, following him toward the shore. The nearby shore seemed surrounded by trees. But they weren’t trees, they were blades of grass, so incredibly tall! They didn’t even look green. They looked like a royal blue. How odd! What was this strange, wondrous land? Some bizarre wonderland?

Where was Rabbit? There he was, nearing the shore.

Having a man’s fingers touch her felt so much better than using her own. If he’d kept on drilling her with his fingers, would she have come? As he stepped out of the water, Alice’s jaw dropped at just how well sculpted Rabbit’s body really was. He wore nothing at all. His cock just hung freely, a long taper candle-sized thing unfettered, untethered. There were dozens of other men there, too, all of them naked. But not a single woman. She didn’t understand. How could she be the only woman there? Was this an exclusive men’s club?