Alice was spending a boring evening at home studying for the schoolexams which she would be taking in a few weeks time. Her parents had gone out for the evening, so it had been peaceful and she had been able to get a lot of work done.
Alice had just turned 18. She was a very pretty girl, tall and slim, with a 32B bust. She had a strong determined face and shoulder-length dark hair. Her main claim to fame was that she was the great-granddaughter of Alice Liddell, famous for being the inspiration for the "Alice" of Lewis Carroll's books.
She lay down her book for a moment and stretched. As she did so she glanced out of the window. She saw 50 yards or so of well-kept lawn, and beyond it a wood. At 9pm on a warm May evening, it was beginning to get dark outside. She thought she could see a light in the gloom of the wood, which was odd since the nearer part of it an extension of their garden. Opening the french window, she went to investigate.
As she walked, the wood seemed to recede from her, so that after she had been walking for a full minute it still appeared to be the 50 yards away that it was at the start. "Very strange," she thought. Turning to go back to the house, she gasped. The house had disappeared. In its place was what looked like a rather seedy nightclub, with a garish flashing neon sign above the entrance: "PORNOLAND" it said.
Feeling that she had little alternative, Alice walked into the foyer. There she was accosted by a man-size white rabbit, with staring red eyes, and wearing a dark suit. Alice blinked, but the rabbit was still there. "You're late", he said. "Your great-grandmother was just the same. Your dressing room is over there", he added, pointing at a door on the far side of the foyer. He grabbed her by the shoulder and, whilst she was still too numbed with surprise to react, hustled her across the foyer and through the door, closing it with a bang behind
her.
2. "Quack!": C-Cup
Alice immediately turned and attempted to open the door, but it appeared that the rabbit had locked it. Examining the room, she discovered it was about twelve foot by eight. Its walls were painted a rather bilious shade of pink. It had no window, but was harshly lit by a powerful sunshaded light-bulb. There was a grating in the far corner. Underfoot was a rather threadbare carpet. The room contained a dressing table; on its top were the usual sort of items you might
expect to find: make-up, comb, hand-mirror, and so forth. The drawers of the table appeared to be locked. In front of the table was a chair. There was also a full-length mirror, and next to it a wardrobe.
She opened the door of the wardrobe. Inside were a number of rightly colored outfits on hangers. The hangers were numbered one to twelve.
The first hanger had a piece of paper attached to it. On the paper was written: "Wear the outfits in order. The door of the room cannot be opened until you have put on the correct outfit."
"Well," thought Alice, "it appears I have very little option." Thinking this must all be a dream, she felt intrigued rather than frightened. She took the first outfit, which appeared to be alarmingly skimpy. As she removed it from the wardrobe, her own clothes shimmered for a moment and then disappeared, leaving her standing naked. "And even less option now," she added. The outfit comprised: a bright pink skimpy pair of panties; a scarlet skirt whose hemline was no more than six inches below her crotch; a gauze top in the same color, with long sleeves and a high neckline but which was totally transparent; a garter belt and silk stockings in the same shade of pink as the panties (Alice struggled a little with these items, being a modern girl she had never worn stockings before); and finally red shoes with two inch heels. No bra.
"I look like a cheap tart," thought Alice disconsolately, as she
examined herself in the mirror. Then she noticed that her breasts
appeared to be a little fuller than she remembered. Finding a
measuring tape on the dressing table, she found that her bust
measurement had indeed increased by about an inch. Putting down the
tape, she noticed another note, that she had not seen earlier. This
one said: "Every time you put on a new outfit your tits will grow by
an inch." And there were twelve outfits, so if she had to wear them
all that would make...a slight pause for mental calculation...an M
cup. Alice pouted. She had to get out of here.
Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by the door being thrown open
and the rabbit shouting "You're on!" Leaving the room, she found the
foyer had somehow been transformed into a stage. Beyond the lights,
she could barely make out an audience which, though it seemed to
contain many strange creatures, she had little doubt was all male. At
the side of the stage was a full-length mirror, in which she could see
her very nervous-looking reflection. Standing there, shifting from
foot to foot, not sure what to do, she heard the rabbit give her a
rousing introduction: "Gentlemen, we are very fortunate to have with
us this evening, all the way from the Real World, the famous
polymorphing Alice!" She didn't like the sound of that "polymorphing".
"Her tits aren't very big," shouted a raucous voice from the front row
(belonging to a gryphon, Alice thought). "Don't worry, Sir," leered
the rabbit. "I'm sure you'll have no complaints on that score by the
end of the evening. Now, who would like to suggest the first change
for our lovely guest?" A voice from somewhere at the back yelled out:
"A duck's bill." "Don't be ridiculous," snapped Alice. This started
off in her usual voice, but finished sounding like Donald Duck.
Looking in the mirror, she saw that where her mouth had been she now
had a bright yellow duck's bill some nine inches long. "I suppose you
think that's funny," she quacked indignantly, which brought a great
burst of raucous laughter from the audience.
"And what next?" asked the rabbit. "Make her belly nine months
pregnant," came a voice. Immediately Alice felt a stretching in her
midsection. In just a second or two her belly swelled until she did,
indeed, appear to be nine months gone. As a result of this her hemline
had risen, so that the connectors on her garter belt were showing, and
the bottom of her blouse had parted company with the top of the skirt,
displaying some six inches of midriff - not that it made much
difference given the blouse's tenuousness.
Unfortunately for Alice, somebody decided to cap the last speaker, and
called out "Make it ten months!" "No, eleven months!" from the other
side of the stalls. Again the stretching sensation. Alice's panties
gave up the unequal struggle, and fell to her ankles. Pulling at the
hem of her skirt, she hoped her decency was preserved, but then she
remembered that she was on a raised stage and that the audience
probably had an uninterrupted view. Looking in the mirror, she saw an
almost unimaginably large belly, with a skirt hanging precariously
over the lower part of it, her blouse mostly above it, and her breasts
lying on top of it.
"Move about the stage," urged the rabbit. "Give all the punters a good
view." So Alice slowly and unhappily waddled from one end of the stage
to the other, wondering what other indignities could befall her. The
answer, at least for the moment, was none. "There will now be a ten
minute intermission," announced the rabbit, "before Alice returns for
her next spot." Alice was able to return thankfully to the comparative
sanctuary of her dressing room.
On the table was a large jar of vanishing cream. "I'm sure that wasn't
there before," thought Alice. "I wonder..." Applying the cream to her
bill and then her belly, she found to her relief that it did indeed
make them disappear. Attempting to reduce her breasts to their normal
size did not work, however.
3. Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud: D-Cup
Looking at the grating in the far corner, Alice found that it was held
in position by nothing more than rust. A few good pulls, and she had
removed it. There was some sort of tunnel going back as far as she
could see, which looked as though it would be a tight squeeze.
However, she now only had a couple of minutes of the ten minutes
interval remaining, and if she made a run for it now she was sure she
would be caught before she could get very far. Better to wait for the
next intermission.
Having decided this, she hurriedly flung off her outfit, which
promptly dissolved into thin air, and put on the next one. This was
better! A beautiful white ball-gown, with a slightly low-cut but not
embarrassing bodice, and a knee-length skirt complete with voluminous
under-skirts. There were white panties (but still no bra, she noticed,
making a face), white silk self-supporting stockings, white shoes with
comparatively sensible heels, and to complete the outfit
shoulder-length white gloves. As she hurriedly pulled on the outfit,
she noticed that her breasts were again substantially larger. She
didn't have time to measure them, but she had no reason to doubt that
the promised one inch increase had occurred.
The rabbit poked his head round the door and called "Time." Last time
the stage had been on the same level as her dressing room, but now she
found she had to descend a few steps. She was taken by surpise to find
herself going down into thick oozing mud, which rose nearly to her
knees. She was in something like a swimming pool without the water,
some 15 feet square, and with its rim at her eye level. It was filled
to a depth of about a foot with a mixture which looked like three
parts mud to one part tar. Round the edges of the "pool" sat the
audience.
"And now," said the rabbit, "we bring you mud wrestling: Innocent
Alice against Donna the Dominatrix! Three three minute rounds, and may
the best girl win." Alice did not like the sound of her opponent, and
when she saw her descending the steps at the far side of the pool she
liked her even less. Alice was fairly tall, but slimly built (apart
now from her breasts). Her opponent, however, stood at least 6 feet
tall and, though voluptously curved, clearly was well-muscled. She was
also far more suitably dressed for the bout than was Alice - a bikini
made out of what looked like black rubber and thigh-length leather
boots.
The match began, and it was not long before Alice was having the worst
of it, being thrown full-length into the mud at frequent intervals.
Her stockings were soon round her ankles, some of her underskirts had
come adrift and were hampering her mobility, and the flimsy top of her
dress soon tore and was round her waist. By the end of the last round
she was wearing only a few scraps of clothing and was covered in thick
sticky black mud from head to toe. Only her teeth and the whites of
her eyes provided any contrast. Meanwhile her opponent had suffered
only a few minor splashes.
The girls climbed out of the pool. The result of the bout was a
foregone conclusion, and the rabbit duly announced Alice's opponent as
the winner. Then he went on to say: "As is traditional, there is a
forfeit for the loser." Alice groaned inwardly - what now? "The number
of turns that Alice will do has been doubled from twelve to
twentyfour." Well, that was all right, as she didn't intend to stick
around to do them anyway. "There will now be a twenty minute interval
to allow Alice time to clean up." Excellent - that would give her more
time to make her escape.
4: Seven Up - E-Cup.
Alice found her room had magically acquired a shower that hadn't been
there before. A very hurried washing and towelling used up a precious
seven minutes. She grabbed the next outfit. She hoped it would be
suitable for scrambling through a tunnel, but she didn't have time to
search through them all. She was in luck. It was a schoolgirl's
gymslip in dark green, with mid-thigh skirt, white button-up blouse
with a thin brown ribbon to tie at the collar, white ankle-length
socks, and yellow flat shoes. No bra, and no panties this time either.
As she put it on (and her tits swelled again) she wondered what sort
of turn she would have been expected to give in an outfit like this.
Removing the grating, she crawled into the tunnel. Its floor and walls
seemed to be made out of concrete. At first a little light was
provided from the room behind her, but after a minute or so, by which
time she estimated she had gone some 30 yards, it was pitch black. The
air felt cool on her face and a little damp. A little further, and she
detected a light at the far end. Eventually, after she had crawled 100
yards or so, she came to the far end. Beyond another grating, she
could see a sunlit meadow (which was odd, as by her calculation it
should be about 11pm).
Giving the grating a good push, she was glad to find that it easily
gave way, and emerged blinking into the sun. Behind her was a
featureless brick wall, the back of the building from which she had
just emerged. Fortunately, there didn't appear to be anyone around to
observe her.
Just then she became aware that something, probably a mosquito picked
up in the tunnel, had been crawling around inside her blouse for the
last couple of minutes, and had bitten her several times. She gave a
slap where she estimated it might be. Unbuttoning her blouse she drew
out the body of the squashed mosquito. It was easily the largest she
had ever seen, over two inches long. She could see five separate
little red bumps where it had bitten her all over the front of her
torso from below her breasts down to just above her navel. As she
looked at the bumps, she saw that they were rapidly growing in size.
They soon swelled beyond the size of the largest insect bites she had
ever seen. "My God," she thought. "They're turning into breasts." And
so they were. Within a few minutes she had five additional breasts all
as large as her original two now were. "Damn, I forgot to bring the
vanishing cream with me," she realised. Not that there would have been
any guarantee it would have worked.
It didn't take her long to realize that trying to re-button her blouse
over the top of her new assets was a hopeless task. She couldn't even
do up the lowest button, never mind the rest. She was able to retie
the ribbon at the collar, but this did nothing to hide her multiple
tits, which stood out proudly. One advantage of this alternative plane
of reality (or dream, as Alice preferred to think) seemed to be that
her breasts did not sag. Perhaps the gravity was less; at any rate
carrying them around did not appear to cause her any discomfort or
strain, although she soon found that any sudden movement would cause
them all to jiggle, and to start rebounding off one another in a
rather disconcerting way.
Spotting a cottage on the far side of the meadow, some quarter of a
mile away, Alice could think of nothing better to do than to walk to
it, and see if she could find any help there.
"Mud, mud, glorious mud" is a quotation from "The Hippopotamus Song", by
Michael Flanders and Donald Swann.
Seven-Up is (or at least was) a popular soft drink in the UK.
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