Alicia Through the Looking-Glass

A very whimsical and raunchy story, heavily inspired (ripped off) from Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland".

1 -- Cumming to Arrive

Alicia had just got back from a crap day at work.

Not for the first time, she grumbled to herself that life would be so much easier if she didn't have to deal with clients.

Earlier today, a major client had phoned and demanded a progress update on their project and then complained the work was taking too long, even though Alicia was still well within the agreed timeline. Then came the dreaded"suggested"changes that they wanted, quickly followed by the inevitable,"but they were only small changes, so the work shouldn't take any longer", it might even speed things up the client had suggested.

Alicia had tried not to let her frustration show. She knew the"small"changes would instead add days of work for her and knew that her weak-willed boss would agree to absorb the additional cost, whilst also pushing her to work"more efficiently,"or at least put in longer hours to get the job done.

Worse, she knew that she wouldn't get any help from her manager, who, as well as being completely spineless, also spent most of his time inappropriately trying to flirt with her, even though she had made it completely clear, on multiple occasions, that she wasn't interested. The guy was a total creep.

She kept telling herself that this was the last straw, she would leave and find a better job. But she had also been telling herself the same thing for two years now. She told herself that she was capable of better things, there were much better jobs out there, other companies would jump at the chance to employ her... but in the end it was always easier to put up with the crap, keep quiet and just get on with what she was told.

It was quite depressing that she felt like this, but unfortunately, she just didn't have the energy to change.

In the end, Alicia had worked late at the office in order to begin trying to make up some of the extra time the new client changes were going to cost her. This meant it had gone 9:00pm before she finally made it home.

Despite how mentally and physically tired she felt, she was also too angry, frustrated and tense to consider trying to sleep. Luckily, she knew just the toy to help her relax.

Her white rabbit was her favorite toy. It was sleek and long, produced fantastically strong vibrations and the way the little bunny ears snuggled up to her clit would have her quivering with pleasure in minutes.

She hoped that after one... or possibly two, good orgasms, she should just about be relaxed enough for bed.

Just in case she was too tired afterwards, which was sometimes the case, she decided that it was probably a good idea to get ready for bed before she took care of her "relaxation" needs.

In the bathroom she started by sponging off most of her make-up, before then running some water in the basin. Lowered her head and used her cupped hands to thoroughly wet her face, a couple pumps from the soap dispenser, and she began to wash off the remainder of her make-up.

Already, she could feel the way the warm water and the fragrant scent of the soap was beginning to have a calming effect on her.

She lowered her head again and brought more water to her face as she cleaned off the last of the soap.

Rising up, she suddenly froze when she saw that her reflection in the basin mirror was grinning at her.

Except it wasn't really her reflection. Although it was certainly her, her reflection was dressed very strangely. She seemed to be wearing a blue and white pinafore dress, the sort she associated with Victorian young ladies from adventure books.

In her confusion she actually looked down to check what she was wearing and found that she was still in the bra and pencil skirt she had been wearing when she entered the bathroom, her blouse already having been taken off in the bedroom.

She looked up again. Her reflection's grin had gotten wider and now her reflection seemed to be beckoning her forward.

Alicia's vision began to turn a pinky-white color and she began to feel a little dizzy. Her eyes blinked shut for a moment and she felt herself falling forward.

The sense of falling was a shock to her system, so she snapped her eyes open again, only to find she was now looking at herself through a strange window.

With a start Alicia realized it wasn't a window she was looking through, instead she was looking through the bathroom mirror, from the other side. She could even see her bathroom behind her other self.

This was really confusing. Her other self was now wearing her clothes, and she was now wearing the blue and white dress.

She looked around in panic.

On her side of the mirror, all she could see was complete blackness. It was so black that she couldn't even make out what she was standing on.

She looked at herself through the mirror again and saw that her other self's grin had taken on a mischievous tone. Her other self slowly raised a hand before waving goodbye to Alicia.

Alicia had a moment of confusion... and then let out a scream as she suddenly began to fall through the inky blackness.

She still couldn't see anything but her body let her know by the queasiness she felt in her stomach that she was falling, and falling fast.

She screamed again at the thought of the pain her inevitable hard landing was going to bring with it.

The fall went on and on.

Seemingly without end.

Her vision dimmed.

She...

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Alicia slowly woke up and despite finding herself lying on a flagstone floor, she appeared to be surprisingly unhurt.

She quickly stood and checked herself over. Yep, definitely unhurt, although she also still appeared to be wearing the blue and white pinafore dress that her other self had first been wearing. She flattened the dress against her legs and looking down and was surprised to see that beneath the dress she was wearing a pair of knee-high black leather lace-up boots. If this was meant to be a cosplay costume in the theme of a Victorian woman, then the boots were surprisingly kinky and with a surprisingly high-heel.

Alicia looked around.

She was in a small dimly lit stone walled room, although surprisingly she couldn't quite make out where the dim illumination was coming from.

The only furniture in the room was a low table, on top of which sat a small bottle, and the only exit appeared to be a very small door, no higher than six inches tall in the middle of one wall.

Alicia got on her hands and knees so that she could examine the miniature door. It was then that she noticed a very small sign on it"All who cum are welcome."A friendly message at least, even if the spelling was a little suspect. She tried the door and was surprised to find that it opened easily. She tried to angle her head to see what was on the other side, but the light on the other side was too bright to see anything. She tried to reach through with her arm, but again, couldn't feel anything.

Finally, having exhausted all the options that the door had to offer, Alicia stood and walked over to the only other thing of interest the room offered, the miniature bottle on the table.

She picked up the bottle and saw that it had a label on it,"Drink me".

"Fuck that!"said Alicia out loud, except what actually came out of her mouth was"Love that!"

"What the fuck?"turned into"What the love?"

Whatever was happening? Alicia wondered. She tried some more words.

Shit"Poop."

Crap"Poop"

Sex"Love"

Orgasm"Bliss"

Worryingly it appeared that somehow, some sort of PG filter was being enforced on her speech. She could still think whatever she liked, it was only what she said that appeared to be filtered. However, with some experimentation, she had discovered some oddities with whatever was controlling her. For example, whilst"Cock"would get translated to"Member", amazingly she was still able to say the word"Cunt", and whilst any variation of"Ass"or "Anus" would invariably get changed to"Bottom", she was pleased to discover she was still allowed to say"Tits".

Realizing that she was getting sidetracked by the bizarre language filter that was being imposed upon her, Alicia brought her focus back onto her main problem, how to escape this room?

She spent the next hour walking slowly around the room looking for anything she might have missed on first glance. She pressed on every stone looking for a secret button, she peered into any crack looking for a hidden keyhole and she thoroughly examined the table, four times, in case there was a key or anything else useful hidden on it or under it... there wasn't.

She sat dejectedly in the corner of the room. After an hour of searching, all that she had accomplished was to confirm that all there was, was the small door, the table and the bottle.

Then the thought occurred to her. A small door and a bottle with the words"Drink me"written on it?

Then her memory clicked.

"Gracious me"she exclaimed in surprise (fucking language filter).

Wasn't there a children's story about a young woman trapped in a room with a small door and a bottle, and the only way she could get out was to drink the contents of the bottle, which then made her shrink to the size of the door?

But that was a children's story, this was real life... unless... was she dreaming?

Alicia pinched herself hard,"Loving Underworld!"she exclaimed, she had pinched herself harder than she had intended.

Unfortunately, her situation hadn't changed, so either pinching yourself awake whilst dreaming didn't work, or else... but no, that was impossible. This whole thing was impossible. She had to be dreaming.

Then a thought came to her. If she was dreaming, then why didn't she just drink the contents of the bottle? If it really was a dream, all she had to do was to follow the dream through to the end and she would wake up back in bed.

Part of her mind tried to remind herself that she hadn't actually been in bed when all of this insanity had started, but the promise that this was all a dream was becoming too persuasive.

Hesitantly she moved over to the table and picked up the bottle.

She checked the label again, but there was no secret message she could see, just the words"Drink me". She unstoppered the bottle and took a sniff -- no smell. She swirled the bottle around and could feel the weight shift within it as the liquid inside sloshed around.

She took a deep breath, she really shouldn't be doing this, but what choice did she have?

At the last minute she decided to sit down on the low table rather than remain standing. She was almost sure nothing too bad could happen to her whilst she was dreaming but also didn't want to risk having a nasty fall on the off chance that she came over dizzy again.

Another deep breath, then Alicia swigged the contents of the small bottle before she could change her mind.

She felt the liquid sliding down her throat, it tasted of... well, nothing much really. It was thick and warm, slightly milky in color, with a faintly salty taste, but that was it really.

She waited to see if she would suddenly start shrinking, but nothing was happening. She waited a little longer, but nothing continued to happen.

Except something was beginning to happen. It started very gradually, but Alicia could feel herself getting slowly hotter. Except it wasn't an all over type of heat, instead it was a very specific kind of heat, and it was centered between her legs.

Alicia let out a small gasp as she unexpectedly found herself becoming more and more aroused.

She tried to ignore her growing arousal, but it just kept building and building.

She had begun to fidget as her body sought relief from her building lustful heat, but every small movement just seemed to inflame her passion even more.

Alicia gritted her teeth and pressed her thighs together, trying to force her body to stillness... but still her arousal continued to grow.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Lifting the hem of her dress with one hand, she placed her other hand between her legs, hoping to ease the overpowering lust that was growing inside of her.

She was extremely surprised to find that she was no longer wearing any panties, but by now she wasn't at all surprised at how hot and wet her pussy was, she was practically dripping wet.

Too late she realized that placing her hand between her legs had been a massive mistake. Instead of easing her desperation, the touch of her hand had sent her arousal skyrocketing.

As if obeying the demands of her body instead of her mind, her hand began to frantically rub her clit.

"Oh gracious!"she was so wet, the slickness helping her rub harder and faster against her desperately sensitive button.

As her hand worked frantically between her legs, Alicia leaned backwards so she was lying fully on the table. Just before her eyes squeezed shut at the intensity of the pleasure flowing through her body, she thought she saw something strange happening to the room around her -- except her mind didn't have time for such frivolous observations, all it cared about was riding the surge of pleasure that her fast rubbing fingers were causing between her legs.

Just as she reached the climax of her pleasure, Alicia cried out and plunged two fingers inside of herself, stroking forcefully throughout her earth-shattering orgasm.

Afterwards, for the longest time, Alicia just lay on her back, her eyes still closed, her hand resting casually on her absolutely sodden pussy, trying to calm her breath whilst trying to figure out whatever had just come over her.

Eventually, with her breathing and heart rate almost back to normal, she sat up.

Immediately she saw that something was very different. The room around her had grown massively... except it wasn't the room that was big, it was the fact that she had shrunk.

Previously Alicia had been sat on the edge of the low table, but now she scrambled quickly back from the edge as she saw how high above the floor her now shrunken body was.

Judging by how big the table now appeared and how far away the floor was, she judged that now she couldn't be any more than four inches tall.

A safe distance back, she stood and walked carefully nearer the edge of the table. The distance to the floor was massive compared to her now diminutive size, she would certainly break something if she were to fall off.

Alicia took a circuit of the tabletop, looking for any way down, even though she knew from her previous searches that there wouldn't be any.

Finally, she was back where she started.

Although the transformation had been a little unsettling, it did also give Alicia some relief, because now there was absolutely no doubt that she was dreaming.

Eventually, with some trepidation, as she had never been particularly good with heights, Alicia got on her hands and knees and slowly crawled over to the edge of the table to where she could look over the side.

She could see the table-leg beneath her. It was cylindrical and although it now looked like a massive column due to her current size, it appeared just thin enough that she could probably just about shimmy down it, if only she could reach it. The problem was, there was a slight overhang between the tabletop and the top of the table-leg.

There was nothing for it, if she wanted to escape this room, she was going to have to make the attempt.

Still on all fours, Alicia turned around until her bottom was facing the edge, then slowly began to shuffle backwards, all the time repeating her new mantra"It's just a dream, It's just a dream, it's just a dream."

As soon as she felt her feet reach the edge of the drop, Alicia lowered herself onto her stomach and began shuffling backwards again until her legs were now dangling over the edge.

She moved slower now until her hips reached the edge of the drop. Alicia reached her arms back until her hands were gripping the edge of the table, then she edged back even slower... suddenly there was a sickening sensation as the top half of her body slid over the edge and she found herself dangling by her hands over the massive drop to the floor.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Alicia looked between her upwardly stretched arms and could see the table-leg directly in front of her. Gingerly, so as to not disturb her hand hold, Alicia reached out with one foot until it was hooked behind the table-leg, then she did the same with her other her foot. Once she had a grip with her feet, she was able to pull her legs further over until her legs encircled the table-leg where she gripped it tightly between her thighs.

But now came the trickiest part of all, she somehow had to get her hands from the edge of the table-top, past the overhang, and onto the table-leg.

Alicia was breathing hard now. Part of it was probably due to exertion, but a large part was definitely due to the fear of falling.

But she had reached the point of no return. She knew she didn't have the strength to pull herself back up, so the only way was down -- which meant she would have to release her death-grip on the tabletop.

She took a deep breath -- and then released her hands.

Alicia screamed as she felt herself initially falling, but then her arms were suddenly around the giant table-leg and she was desperately gripping it with her arms and legs like her life depended upon it.

She stayed where she was, just panting with fright until she could stop her heart pounding in her chest. A quick check reassured her that when she had released her hands, she had only slid down the table-leg a couple of feet (or was it inches?) -- it had just felt far, far further.

Finally, once she had gotten herself under control, Alicia began easing her way down the giant wooden column. It was at this point she discovered her next problem.

With her legs wrapped around the table-leg tightly, she found her pussy was being pressed hard into its wooden surface. Even with her clothes between her pussy and the smooth wood, she could feel how the rubbing of the surface as she slid down the column was beginning to get her aroused again.

She couldn't believe what was happening, this was absolutelynotthe time to be getting aroused. But apparently whatever had been in the bottle had made her pussy hyper-sensitive to the slightest stimulation.

Alicia began her decent down the giant table-leg once more but had to stop when the arousal had become too much. She clung shaking and panting against the column until her arousal began to recede once more, then set off on her downward journey again.

But soon she had to stop again. Her arousal had increased so much that her legs had begun to quiver and she was afraid that she might fall off.

After a rest, she started to descend once more but again had to stop when the delicious pressure on her sensitive pussy became too much. Worryingly, she hadn't been able to resist her arousal for as long during the last attempt.

Alicia completely lost track of time as she continued to make her stop-start journey down the column. The decent was torture as she constantly found herself on the verge of orgasm but couldn't allow herself to actually cum in case she fell off in the throes of her passion.

Finally, she reached the floor, where she immediately collapsed at the base of the table-leg and proceeded to frantically rub herself to a sharp and explosive orgasm. The orgasm was short, but after edging herself for so long on the table-leg, the release was absolute bliss.

Although Alicia was briefly tempted to stay where she was and bring herself to another, slower and more relaxed orgasm, she felt that it was time to leave this room.