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Alice's Wonderland
by oggbashan©

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Copyright Oggbashan December 2014

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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Alice's Wonderland, or 'Eat Me; Drink Me'

Prologue

The planet Sextiple was known throughout the galaxy as the place to go for gambling, entertainment, pleasure and unusual experiences. If you could afford it, Sextiple was the place to let your hair down.

It advertised itself as bigger and better than the historic US gambling town that most had forgotten.

I wasn't there for pleasure. My employers, a large pan-galactic business management company, had sent me to Sextiple as a senior accountant helping with their audits of the companies who ran Sextiple.

Unlike on many other planets I didn't have to worry about obscure accounting practices to avoid taxes. There was only one tax on Sextiple, a one per cent levy. The tax was collected at the Currency conversion points. Only Sextiple currency could be spent on the planet, and the one per cent was deducted when off-planet currency was exchanged.

It was a serious criminal offence to use any other currency, but why would you? The exchange rates, including the tax, were very good. Almost any planet's currency, once changed into Sextiple money, had a purchase power at least three times that of the original money.

The downside? You couldn't take Sextiple money off-planet. If you won big at poker, you could convert your winnings, or spend it on Sextiple for three times the fun.

Before I landed on Sextiple I had arranged for at least three-quarters of my wages to be paid off-planet. The quarter, paid in Sextiple currency, was more than I needed to live and enjoy myself within reasonable limits, particularly as my employment contract barred me from any gambling beyond lotteries.

Most of the residents on the planet were there temporarily, like me. It was a great place to work when you are young. Most contracts provided full board accommodation at no cost, two trips a year back to your home planet, and facilities for employees.

Anyone who worked for five years on Sextiple, whatever they did, would be able to save most of their earnings, unless they were seduced by the gambling opportunities. At the end of their contract they could return home with sufficient money in the bank to set themselves up for life.

Like many others I was buying a house on my home planet, and would have paid off the loan by the time my stay on Sextiple ended.

Meeting Alice

One of the common facilities offered to employees on Sextiple were staff clubs. They were meant to be only for employees of the particular contractor but that wasn't enforced or even observed. As long as you were a local employee wearing a staff tag, you could go to any staff club and enjoy the free food, free drink and free entertainment.

I, and many of my friends, had tried other staff clubs. The one we agreed was a disappointment had been the Prostitutes' Club. Off-duty, the last thing the Prostitutes wanted was sex. They might talk sometimes about unusual client requests, exchange information about clients to be avoided, but generally they were even more boring than my accountant colleagues.

One Wednesday evening my colleague Brian persuaded me to join him at the Entertainers' Club. His girlfriend Zoe was a serious actress, performing in drama. I had been told that most Entertainers weren't great company off stage, but surely they might be better company than my Accountants' Club where people spent too much time talking shop. The designation Entertainers included those who performed sex in public such as Pole and Lap Dancers.

When I entered the prospects looked much better. The people were all young, attractive, and animated. Some were still wearing their stage make up, because they had just finished a performance or would be starting one shortly. The big names, the headline acts, didn't go to the Entertainers' Club. They had their parties in their luxury hotel suites. Those there that evening were the bit players, the c***dren's entertainers, the specialist performers including the sexual artistes.

In my formal accountant's pinstripe suiting I looked out of place. I had thought I could pretend to be an actor in a play. I couldn't continue that deception if anyone came close to me because my mandatory staff tag showed my employer and my status. I was labelled "Senior Accountant".

Some of the tags near me read "Ingénue"; "Dancer"; "Chorus Line" etc.

Zoe introduced me to her friend Helen. Helen was a tall raven haired woman dressed in a long white Greek dress held together with gold straps. Zoe introduced her as Helen of Troy. Helen's boyfriend was temporarily off-planet visiting his parents.

Helen explained that he was intending to gently break the news that he might become engaged to an actress. She was very willing to be with me for the evening, but as Brian and Zoe's friend, not a replacement for the absent boyfriend. We four shared a table. Brian and I danced with Helen and Zoe several times. I had an enjoyable evening.

Helen was a good companion for an evening. She seemed to like me too and suggested that Brian and Zoe bring me back another night.

They did. Several times. I had become almost a regular, with or without Brian and Zoe, even after Helen's boyfriend returned. We had enlarged our group of acquaintances in the Entertainers' Club. I could choose to dance with an increasing number of women who were part of the group of friends.

Several weeks later I was free on a Friday evening. I knew most of our friends wouldn't be there. They were regulars on Wednesday and Thursday evenings, a quiet time for entertainers because most entertainment was staged on Friday and Saturday nights.

Even though I expected to miss most of our friends I thought a few might be there. I didn't recognise anyone. They were a completely different set of people.

But one woman came straight towards me.

"You're a new face, aren't you?"

She lifted my tag.

"Graham Smythe, Senior Accountant? You are slumming, aren't you Graham?"

I looked at her tag. It said: 'Alice Wonderland, Pantomime and Fetish Artist'. She looked like it.

Alice was wearing the traditional Alice in Wonderland outfit of a full skirted blue dress with a white apron. The apron was large, the upper part covering her torso. It was frilled at the sides, had short cap sleeves, and the apron ties crossed her back before being tied behind her waist. Her blonde hair bounced on her apron covered shoulders. But she was no c***dren's Alice. Her breasts strained against the bodice of her dress. Her legs were clad in white stockings but as she had walked towards me the white suspenders had been visible under her petticoats.

Her face looked lived in, world weary. The expression seemed to say 'OK, I'm Alice in Wonderland, but I've seen it all, done it all, and I'm bored of it'.

"Alice Wonderland?" I asked. "Is that your real name?"

"No, Graham, it's not. You couldn't say my real name. Human throats can't produce the right sounds."

"Human, Alice? You look human, a very attractive human."

"Thank you, Graham. I try. But appearances can be deceptive. Just like you. There must be something different under that suit for a Senior Accountant to come here. I'd like to find out how different?"

"Why not? Miss Alice, would you honour me with a dance?"

"I thought you'd never ask. That's why I came across to you."

Alice waved a hand vaguely.

"I've danced with most of those here at least once in the last year. They're OK, but they're too emotional, like most entertainers."

Alice snuggled against my chest. My arm went around her waist. She put both of her arms around me. Our faces were very close as we danced a slow number. I was very aware of Alice's breasts with erect nipples pressed hard against me. After the second dance Alice led me to an empty table. I sat down. She sat on my lap.

Alice stopped one of her passing friends called Moira. Moira was a redhead wearing a clinging green gown that showed an interesting cleavage. She asked Moira to get drinks for us -- the usual. Since drinks at all staff clubs are free, I didn't have to play the gentlemen and buy them. Drinks are provided by dispensing machines.

Moira returned with two drinks. She gave Alice a lurid green foaming concoction. Mine looked clear, like Vodka or Gin.

"Are you sure, Alice?" Moira asked. "He looks nice."

"Don't worry, Moira," Alice replied. "I think so too. He's not a customer. He's a potential friend."

"Don't drink too much of that," Moira said to me. "It can turn Alice into a monster."

Alice laughed. I wasn't too sure. Moira's warning sounded serious.

"A monster?" I asked after Moira had left.

"I did hint that I'm not human, Graham. The fetish part of my role can be monstrous. It depends on the customer's requirements and his imagination. Whatever he wants from Alice, that I can be, within limits. I'll never be a c***d-like Alice. But I can take him to whatever adult Wonderland he wants."

"That sounds interesting. Perhaps slightly frightening. What Wonderland do you want to be in, Alice? What would you choose?"

"Me, Graham? I never get to choose. I play roles for others and get paid very well for doing that."

"If you could choose?"

Alice looked at me carefully.

"Graham. Are you suggesting that I should take you to my Wonderland? Not yours, but mine?"

"Why not?"

"Because you might not like it. You would have to play the role to my direction, do what I want, be what I want you to be."

"And what's wrong with that? Most men want to please a woman..."

"Only if it gets the man what he wants, and that's usually sex."

"Sex is good. But giving a woman what she really wants can be rewarding for the man without necessarily demanding a price for it."

"If I believe you really mean it..."

Alice put her hand over my drink.

"Don't drink that. Leave it there."

"Can I ask why?"

"Yes. It produces enhanced emotions. It reduces your inhibitions and lets you express your fantasies. If you want to let me live in my Wonderland, you don't need that drink. We're going to my Wonderland, not yours."

"And my role is what? Knave of Hearts?"

"You'll find out. Come on."

Alice slid off my lap, revealing more suspenders and frilly white panties. She took me by the hand and walked up to Moira.

"Thank you, Moira," she said.

"For what?" Moira asked.

"For warning Graham. He hasn't had that drink. We're going to find out what two people can do without emotional stimulation."

"You don't always need drinks for that, Alice. Just wiggling your boobs can be devastating."

Moira shimmied her breasts. They swung delightfully under her clinging robe. My lower regions felt the effect of Moira's demonstration.

"I know, Moira, I know," Alice replied. "And yours are spectacular. Come on Graham, or Moira's dress will accidentally give you a view."

Moira laughed and turned her attention to a tall man dressed as a Roman soldier who had been watching her breasts with interest. As we left the club they were dancing together.

"It's not far to my place," Alice said. "Just around the block."

Her place was similar to mine. It was an anonymous apartment building of about twenty stories. Alice's unit was up a single flight of stairs.

We sat down in her living room.

"Graham, before we start I must make some things very clear to you."

"Yes, Alice," I said mock-meekly.

"I'm serious, Graham."

"OK, Alice," I replied. "I'm listening."

"I've told you that I'm not human. I'm not. That means several things. First, no matter what we do, there is no way you can make me pregnant. Second, you can't catch any sexual disease from me, and I can't catch anything from you. You can't even give me a cold. Nor can I give you one."

I nodded.

"So we don't need any protection if we do anything sexual. OK?"

"Yes, Alice."

"Third, what we might do could take a long time. Are you free this weekend?"

"Yes, Alice."

"Fourth, I'm a fetish performer and well paid for it. Within limits I can transform myself. I can't transform my clothes unless I am wearing adapted clothing that will move with me. So I'm going to strip. So are you."

We stripped each other, awkwardly at first but then we enjoyed doing it. Alice pushed me to sit on the settee and stood in front of me.

"Look at me, Graham," Alice ordered. "Breast size?"

As I watched her breasts shrank from the large firm mounds to smaller but firm ones with prominent nipples. They grew again to become large and floppy before returning to their original state.

"Wow," I said. "That is different."

"That was simple. This is more difficult. Height?"

Alice without her high heels was a couple of inches shorter than me. As I watched her legs lengthened and her body, retaining its proportions, widened to suit her increased height. She stopped at a height nearly half as tall again as I am. From my seated position I was looking way up past her breasts to see her face.

"I'm not happy shrinking, particularly as Alice in Wonderland," she said, "because I do not do c***dren. I am always an adult in any scenario. But some people like an adult Tinkerbelle."

Alice shrank to what would have been about waist height if I had been standing. She was certainly adult. Her breasts were prominent, almost out of proportion, and her expression was salacious. She chuckled. That was a very adult chuckle.

"I usually wear a green dress with attached wings when I'm like this," she added. "And Tinkerbelle always rides her men."

Alice as Tinkerbelle jumped on to me. I felt her pussy brush across my erection. She stayed there for just a couple of seconds before climbing off and resuming her original size.

"I can be blonde, or brunette."

Alice's hair changed from shoulder length blonde to a glossy brunette bob.

"Or a red head."

Her red hair rivalled Moira's flowing locks. Her pubic hair changed to match.

"I can even pretend to be someone else..."

She became Moira's twin, an exact copy, but stark naked.

"Helen told me about you, Graham."

Alice changed into the Helen I knew as Helen of Troy. If Alice's nude version was a real representation of Helen, I envied her boyfriend. A few seconds later she was back as the Alice I had first seen.

"Which do you want, Graham?"

"That's not why I'm here," I replied. "I'm here to help you with YOUR choice. To go to YOUR Wonderland, not any that I might imagine."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Alice. An accountant's imagination isn't supposed to be earth-shattering. Your Wonderland might be beyond my wildest dreams."

"And you're willing to let me use you to get there?"

"Yes, Alice."

"Thank you. Can we go to my bedroom?"

Entering Alice's Wonderland

I took her hand. The bed was four times the size of the largest normal double bed. It was covered with a white satin sheet and there were eight pillows piled against the head board.

Alice picked up a large bottle of baby oil.

"You need to be oiled. OK, Graham?"

"Yes, Alice."

"You can shower afterwards."

She asked me to lay down at the edge of the bed. I don't know how, but the oil was warm. She rubbed it all over my body, rolling me from side to side until I was completely covered. She plastered my hair flat.

She positioned herself leaning against the pillows.

"Have you ever read Alice in Wonderland?" she asked.

"Of course," I answered.

"There were two significant labels. 'Eat Me' and 'Drink Me'."

"Yes, Alice."

"We'll start with 'Eat Me'."

Alice pointed between her spread legs. I shuffled up the bed and lowered my head towards her pussy. Her hands reached down to direct me to the exact place. I extended my tongue and began to lick. Alice's hands contracted around my head as I began to arouse her. She pulled me closer. Her labia spread wider to allow my nose to follow my tongue and lips. Her taste and scent was unlike any woman I had ever enjoyed like this, not that there had been many. I was enjoying her and tried harder to please her.

After a few minutes I was aware of several odd deviations from normal pussy eating. Her outer lips had spread wider than I thought possible. My mouth and nose were deep between them. If I was as deep inside her pussy as I seemed to be, I should be suffocating. I wasn't. I was breathing normally, breathing in her delicious perfume, but I ought to be short of breath.

I assumed that Alice had made herself larger than normal, as she had done before. Her pussy was all I could see. Although I was aware of the satin sheet under me, and her hands behind my head, her pussy was swamping my senses.

"Graham, this won't hurt..." Alice's voice seemed far away.

Her hands moved down to grip my upper arms. From the first touch those hands seemed enormous. They grabbed not just my arms but the sides of my torso. They pulled me towards her. I might have squeaked as my head entered between her spread lips. If I did, the sound was lost inside her.

A tight band of pulsating muscle slid downwards past my nose, beyond my chin and slackened around my neck before clamping my arms tight against my body. I was still sliding inwards into a pink haze that was turning red and darker beyond. I could feel that Alice's hands were now holding my hips.

A third of me, my head and upper body, was inside Alice. How, I didn't know. How I could continue to breathe? I didn't know that either. I was just grateful that I could.

I began to realise that I was penetrating Alice far more than I ever could with a penis. The whole of me was being Alice's sex toy, an animated dildo. Could I make the encounter better for her? I tried wriggling my body. Her muscles reacted by clamping around me. I wriggled some more, trying to replicate the thrusts I would make if I had penetrated with an erection.

Alice's muscles matched my rhythm as I slid deeper, pushed by her hands on my lower legs. The red light that had been ahead of me was now behind me. My eyes were in complete darkness when I sensed my head passing through another band of Alice's muscles into a wider area. My head must be in her uterus. My feet were no longer touching the satin sheet. Alice's hands were holding them until she pushed them. They entered between her outer lips that slowly closed behind them. My whole body, except my free head, was being rhythmically squeezed as I wriggled.

Alice seemed to be reaching a crescendo. Her muscles clamped harder and the rate of contractions increased until I was flung around, still tightly held, as her body writhed frantically.

Her muscles relaxed slightly and slowed down before another orgasm built itself up, reached its peak and subsided again. I was doing what little I could to help arouse Alice but I was tiring. Using my whole body as a sexual tool was draining.

At last Alice seemed to have finished. I could feel the constriction around me slacken. There was a short period of just being contained before her muscles went into action again. This time they were starting to contract around my ankles and moving up my body in a wave. I was being pushed deeper into Alice. Once my shoulders had entered the wider area, the rest of me followed within a few seconds. I slithered down the curve of a warm slope to end curled in a ball at the bottom. I could feel the change as Alice stood up. I was a foetus inside her, somehow still breathing normally, but the passage I had entered by had closed behind me.

What was the last thing I had heard Alice say?

It hadn't. It had been enjoyable, arousing and exciting but now what? I was trapped in a woman's uterus. Would I have to stay there for nine months?

A woman? Alice wasn't a woman. She had said she wasn't human. I was feeling the proof of that. There was no way an adult man could be swallowed through a woman's pussy into her uterus. Even if that were possible, he couldn't survive the lack of air. Yet I was deep inside Alice breathing normally. What was Alice? What would she do now? Would I get out? When?

Something had changed in the air I was breathing. Apart from Alice's female perfume it seemed to be soporific. I was gradually losing consciousness as I continued to breathe. It might have had some ingredient to reduce fears. I felt cradled, protected, owned by Alice. As I finally passed out I seemed wrapped by her love.

I was awake again as I was sliding out between Alice's lower lips. She was giving birth to me. My head slid against the satin sheet, slick with baby oil.

Alice's hands reached down to ease me out. She put me down on her slack tummy. I looked around. Alice was small against the massive bed, normal size. I was tiny. How? I expected Alice to have grown because I knew she could. Apparently she hadn't. I'd shrunk and I was still small.

"How are you, Graham?" Alice asked.

"Worried," I said. "Will I get back to normal, or am I stuck like this?"

Alice laughed. I bounced around as her body shook.

"Remember Alice in Wonderland? You've done the 'Eat Me'. All you need now is the 'Drink Me' and you'll be yourself again -- but not yet. We have the rest of the night. While you were in there you take nourishment from me. I've had a couple of meals while you were inside. Do you feel hungry or thirsty?"

I had to think.

"No, Alice. I feel as if I have eaten well."

"You have. You have let me experience my own Wonderland, once. I want to do it again because that was the first time for years. Will you let me?"

Alice's face showed an expectation of disappointment. I could see she was concerned that I wouldn't agree.

"Are you sure I'm not permanently like this, Alice."

"I'm sure. If you want, I can change you back now, and repeat the whole process. I'd rather not. It is very tiring for me to change you. But I'd understand."

"It was a different experience. I could feel that you enjoyed it..."

"...but it wasn't satisfying for you?"

My silence was enough.

"OK, Graham. I'm going to satisfy you, as you are now, and will you consider taking me to my Wonderland again? It means so much to me."

"How can you satisfy me, when I'm like this? I'm baby size."

"But you are NOT a baby. You are very small but an adult male."

Alice's hands turned me over so my back was against her tummy and my head was between her breasts. One of her hands gently stroked me and I became erect.

"And if I do my Tinkerbelle act..."

I could feel Alice shrinking underneath me. Her breasts moved closer to grip either side of my head.

"...and I enlarge part of you..."

Her smaller hand grasped my erection. It swelled and lengthened inside her hand until it was completely disproportionate, almost my normal erect size.

"...and turn you over..."

Alice rolled me over. Her hand eased my large erection into her smaller body. My head was just below her splayed breasts. She moved her hand to my backside and pressed hard. I slid deeper into her. With my small size I couldn't thrust into her but her hands around my buttocks were a very capable substitute. I lost myself in the sensation of making love to Alice. She took me to the edge of ejaculation several times before letting me complete. I slumped against her.

"Well, Graham?" I heard her say as if from a distance. "Was that satisfying?"

"Yes..." I murmured.

"Want a rest?"

"Yes."

"In a warm safe place?"

I knew what she meant. Back into her Wonderland. Why not?

"Yes, Alice," I said louder.

This time she lifted my feet and pushed them inside her alongside my penis. I could feel her growing back to her normal size as my legs slid deeper.

"Relax and enjoy it," was the last thing I heard Alice say as my ears were covered by her warm flesh. My head was turned back. I could still see between her closing outer lips as she climbed off the bed. She dressed herself. The white petticoats blinkered my vision before the view of her white stocking legs were cut off by her white panties.

My last view was the gusset of those panties covering the narrow space left between her outer labia. The labia closed and her muscles pulled me upwards into the warm darkness inside. I was asleep before my body had wholly entered her womb. As I drifted into u*********sness my emotions were mixed. I was helpless, totally at Alice's mercy. I was being used to excite her. Yet I felt loved, caressed, held, embraced and even protected by Alice's body.

My last feeling was that the experience was pleasant and one I'd like to repeat. ... When I woke up I was outside Alice. She had put my small body against her breasts, outside her dress, but inside the bib of her apron. I could feel her warm flesh through her bodice. I could see the buttons straining to hold her bodice together. The apron cut off any view of the bedroom. It extended beyond my body in all directions. I couldn't escape from its embrace.

Below me the waist band was tight. Above me there was no gap between the bodice and the neck of the apron. Each side was strained to contain my body. I heard Alice snoring softly. I would have to wait until she woke up, unless...

My small hands reached for those buttons. If I could unfasten one or two I might be able to get at her breasts. The first two were easy. The next few were slightly harder because of the strain on them. Her bodice gaped beneath me. Alice wasn't wearing a bra. As I wriggled downwards to undo a lower button Alice moved in her sleep. I couldn't stop myself. I fell into her cleavage. Her breasts were pressing against both sides of me and I was slipping deeper.

Alice moved again. The white apron tightened behind me. I was imprisoned in her cleavage. If she rolled over I might suffocate. I tried to use my arms and legs to push back against the apron but I had no leverage.

"Enjoying yourself, Graham?"

"Phew! You're awake. I was afraid you'd smother me."

"Perhaps you shouldn't have undone those buttons."

Alice was laughing at my predicament.

She loosened her apron ties. I thought she was going to release me. She didn't. She fastened the bodice's buttons behind me. I was trapped between her breasts with her dress imprisoning me.

"It's time for 'Drink Me'," Alice said. "Hang on in there a few seconds. I'm too large now."

I felt her body begin to shrink. I was lying on her smaller breasts and the bodice was much looser.

"Find a breast," Alice ordered, "Open your mouth as far as you can, and suck."

I did. Even at my small size I could put my lips around most of an aureole. If her breasts had stayed as large as they had been I might have managed a nipple, no more.

I began to suck. Nothing happened at first then milk began to flow into my mouth. I felt myself growing in size. Alice took off her apron, unbuttoned her bodice and eased my legs out. I sensed them stretching down past her waistband and into the folds of her petticoated skirt. As I became close to her current Tinkerbelle size she began to grow with me so that my lips were sucking on a larger and larger breast.

In a few minutes I was my normal size again, still sucking at Alice's breast.

"You can stop now," Alice said. "You won't get any larger than your original size."

I stopped sucking, lifted my head from her breast and looked up at her face. She pulled me upwards to her lips. We kissed.

"Thank you, Graham. You've been in my Wonderland, and let me enjoy it too. It's years since I had someone in there and I had missed the sensation. I would have liked longer, but I have to work. So do you."

"I do?"

"Yes."

Alice turned her head to look at the bedside clock.

"It's six o'clock on Monday morning. When do you have to be at work?"

"Eight thirty," I said automatically. Then the reality hit me.

"Monday morning! We met Friday night."

"We did. And you've been in my Wonderland most of the weekend."

I had been. All that working day I couldn't believe that I had been in Alice's Wonderland. At the end of the day I still couldn't believe it. It seemed impossible.

That evening I was back in Alice's flat and soon afterwards I entered her Wonderland again.

Over the next few weeks Alice repaid me with mind-blowing sex for each time I let her use her Wonderland. Her imagination was wilder than mine. I made love to an adult Tinkerbelle, to Helen of Troy, to Cleopatra and many other famous women, historical and fictional.

My friends, particularly Brian, Zoe and Helen were worried that Alice and I were retreating from reality too often, but we two knew there would be an end. Alice was due to go back to her home planet for a holiday. She and I agreed that holiday would be the right time to end the relationship that had been great for both of us.

We knew there could be no long term future for us because we weren't the same species.

When Alice returned, I entered her Wonderland for a final visit. She had found a partner who would be coming to Sextiple in a couple of months' time. They hoped to marry and have offspring eventually.

At her wedding, I acted as the Bride's father and gave her away. Zoe and Helen were her bridesmaids. Alice's groom, who called himself Ronald, looked like a 1930s Hollywood leading man, and joined Alice in Pantomime productions.

I never did know what Alice and Ronald really looked like, nor what their real names were. But I'll never forget being in Alice's Wonderland.

'Graham, this won't hurt...'