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TG ME (ALICE IN WONDERLAND TG)
🕑 Added 2024-01-23 03:30:11 +0000 UTC
James felt groggy, stumbling about with eyes squinted, his glasses askew over his scrunched-in face. It was a face of instant regret after he had gone out with some friends for his birthday, his skull making sure he felt what his brain hadn't caught up to as he hoped the thundering pain would stop. He really had to be less of a pushover, all those rounds and shots fun but he knew it'd come at a cost, and now here he was having his first hangover and cursing himself over and over for stupidly indulging just cause the mood was good. It didn't help how sore his back was from the floor he had apparently slept on instead of his bed. Fuck had he really been so blitzed that he couldn't even make it to his bed? Or his floor? Or his... actually where the bloody hell was he?
He needed the cold sobering realization that he was in a strange place, a small decorated lamp dangling over a simple but well adorned table with sweets and glass bottles glinting invitingly in the light. Worryingly, he couldn't spot a door out or a sign of his friends who had taken him out the night before. Less worrying but rather annoying for his light averse eyes was how damn bright the room was even with the small light source, the walls a girly pink and white striped mess that felt blinding, James furrowing his brow as he looked down to hopefully get a respite from the aggressive wall coloring. Instead his eyes glazed over a dizzying array of checkerboarded pastels.
"Come oooon this isn't funny! I know someone's having a laugh at my expense right now. Just get me out of here!"
Still no response, which made James want to punch the walls but that'd just hurt his hands and make him more annoyed. Despite no shortage of things to catch his eyes in the bright patterns, James kept eyeing the glass bottles on the table, each one adorned with a beautifully written DRINK ME tag, his throat dry as he licked his lips, the bottles eerily familiar as he moved over to give them a closer read.
"Th-This isn't funny..."
He repeated it softer as he picked up the blue bottle, the liquid inside really shimmering in the light, everything so familiar, his mind racing as he blushed, remembering one of his earliest fantasies. It looked just like the one from Alice in Wonderland, in fact the whole setup reminded him of the room that had sparked so many fantasies in him. Though it made his hungover mind race even more, which was rather painful all things considered, his throat getting drier the more he stared at the impossibly blue liquid inside. Had he slipped something out while blackout drunk last night? Or maybe this was a different surprise, some kind of escape room he had passed out in that happened to be Alice in Wonderland themed. Even in a daze he could replay the scene of Alice taking her sip, always wondering just what it must have tasted like, how sweet it must have been, how refreshing...
"J-Just a sip and I'll feel better."
He no longer cared if it was a prank or not, or how to even get out, his blush deepening as he worked at the cork, grunting with effort till he snaked a hand in his pockets, pulling out the pale blue cloth he usually used to clean his glasses. With the added leverage it gave him, it only took about three twists to loosen it, the cork popping off with a satisfying pull as a splash of the liquid poured over his cloth. He let it flutter out of his grip, the fabric floating back and forth, shrinking subtly with each shift in direction till it disappeared beneath the table's shadow. Not that he was paying that cloth any attention with his prize in his hands, James taking a sip with a happy, giggly squeal at the flavor, a sip turning to a gulp, then a mouthful before he chugged the entire thing down.
"Mmm~ that really hit the spahhht~?!"
He shivered, his hangover fading as he basked in the delicious yet hard to pin down taste of the drink, a different sort of pins and needles rolling over his body as he gave a pleased moan.
James felt dizzy, feverish, aroused, not fully sure how to express the feeling as the equally elusive liquid hit his stomach, causing a low rumble to start spreading from his core. There was this soft, lapping tension now stretching from his core to the top of his head, the soles of his feet, his outstretched fingers, all of them tingling as a spasm ran through him.
"Hnngh?"
He bent forwards, groaning as something tugged all over, vertigo mixing with the dizziness as the feeling of something happening rolled through, his skin feeling warm and tender, his muscles twitching as he leaned forwards to brace himself against the table before another-
"Hnngaaah~?!"
He was definitely moaning even as something rolled over his guts, not quite a punch but more like a firm, forceful squeeze that made the liquids bubble and circulate, his heart thumping loud enough to hear as his legs squeezed around his erect shaft. He felt dizzy so he trained his eyes on his hands, trying to stay focused till the oddness passed. Had the "Drink Me" bottle always been so big? It barely fit in his palm anymore as he had to grab it with both to avoid dropping it, yet the more he focused on it the more he could feel his fingers sliding against the glass, little spasms making them tap and dance as he giggled at the noises. Were his hands always so cute? So slender? The answer was no and he saw them throb and deflate with a rather rough pull from his stomach, the airier squeak letting him watch his fingers recede from easily wrapping around the bottle to barely clutching the sides as he dropped it, it's opening rolling over to greet his lips as he swore it was almost as big as his entire mouth now.
"What? That's like- GAHH AHHN AHHHHHHHH~!"
The tremors were getting worse, his core squeezing, James's glasses slipping as he stumbled a bit. He could see his sleeves getting looser, longer, sliding down his trembling arms as muscle sank and shrank, a compact femininity spreading.
If he had to describe it, it was like a forced inwards shrug with everything, the pulses making his arms lift slightly into his shoulders, which were pushing slightly together and down to his core, which was pulling on his head, which made his legs quake and shift awkwardly as his feet slid inside drafty socks while his cock almost, wait was his cock pushing ins-
"OHHH~! OHHH GOD OH OHH MY AHHHHH!"
Every time the shrink rolled over his cock he'd moan, his entire shaft trembling as it sank a bit, like a firm gripped stroke rolled from the tip to the base, gently shaping it, pushing it, squeezing it in chunks that were barely noticeable save for the instant pleasure fucking its way deeper into something that wasn't supposed to be entered the way it was. He had to get out, had to find help, but as James turned to run his right shoe shot off his foot, making him half-skid as he almost tripped on his trousers’ cuffs, his other shoe sliding off amidst the shuffle to keep balance. It was much more evident now that his hands weren't leaning on the table how his sleeves swallowed his arms whole, dangling loose and limp past his longer nails, obscuring the light blue polish making them glimmer as he realized it was only his body shrinking and nothing else.
"NNGH No this caaaan't be haaaaahppening this can't- Ah~?"
Everything was shrinking, but some things were going faster than others, James cooing as his voice continued to rise, trying to dig his hands out of his cavernous sleeves before giving a cutesy huff as he undid the top two buttons, his shoulder easing out as he felt up his throat. He moaned with every pulse, his cock struggling not to leak as he felt up the lump of his Adam's Apple. Each pulse it was a bit smaller, his voice a bit higher as the lump flattened fast. Feeling his skin made him aware how tight it was getting over him, hairs eradicated, the smooth, slender slopes of his neck whimpering up and up till a sopranic shriek popped out of his now flat throat.
Now his socks were slipping off, his trousers angled awkwardly, loose even at the tightest notch in his belt as he struggled to keep them on, his shirt folds tingling against his skin as every last hair below his eyebrows shrank till it was too small for the pores, vanishing from existence as his now creamy skin felt all the more tender as muscle and bone throbbed beneath. His briefs were half-tangled around his thighs, making him waddle as he moved, the smooth skin of his legs only encouraging the arousal building with every scrunch as he stumbled about, leaning against the table for support or at least trying to.
"Staaaawp p-please I dooon't- Ah ahh th-the cookies you idiot!"
James realized there was an obvious solution to his problem if it was following the rules from Alice, all those pastries with Eat Me frosted onto them probably the key to reversing this, but he was already shockingly small, his eyes barely peeking above the table even from his tiptoes, his hands having to scrabble as his height continued to dwindle down. In a panic from seeing the tabletop recede from view, his hands desperately tried to latch onto anything to help fix this, his head craned up as he knocked something he couldn't see over, not realizing what the glass clink and glug meant till blue liquid spilled off the side, landing perfectly in his panicking mouth.
"Oooh~ tastes so- WAIT NO NO N-OHHHH~!!!!"
The sweet flavor of the Drink Me juice made him swallow on instinct, a clatter of metal and crumbs following as his hands desperately held onto the frilly side of the table-sized doily, the tremors and bliss surging inside his stomach causing a violent shudder as his legs dangled off the ground for just a second. His weight pulled the cloth off, bringing everything else with it as he stumbled back, his clothes becoming too much as they draped over his squirming, shrinking form, the world turning blurry as his glasses bounced on the floor, too big for his head, everything so big…
James was like a turtle on its back, his limbs flailing as he shrank, moaning as the pull towards his core shuddered out, his shoulders popping as they rammed together, his balls feeling tight as his hardened cock began to leak. He was swimming in his outfit, his bare feet kicking higher and higher up his trouser legs, the weight of his belt starting to act like a pin as he struggled to escape, his chin slipping under the looming darkness of his shirt's neck hole.
He couldn't see without his glasses, but there was no way he'd be able to put them on now, the lenses each about half the size of his head, the world a blur as each squeal announced another inch lost, another bit of his face entering the dark as the collar pressed against his lips, then his nose, the world vanishing behind a blurry dark barrier as James's squeals were muffled by the gargantuan folds of his outfit as his head slipped under.
He was utterly lost in his clothes, the ridges teasing every inch of his tender naked body, James unable to see, only feel in the dark as he thrashed, feeling his cock throb as his thighs finally battered it beyond what he could take, hips bucking as he came.
"UHHHN OOOH NNGH GYAAAaaa~ ahh no this is bad this is ahhh~?!"
It splattered over the folds below, the ones he was being pulled into, legs thrashing fruitlessly as his toes slid up past the knee line of his trousers, his calves feeling soft and weak as the muscle inside shrank and curved to fat. He was lost, sticky, and still horrifically aroused, that release only softening the base of his cock before he felt his cock shrink in a novel way, the soft centimeters suddenly shoving inside as the penetration made the rest harden anew. He realized he was utterly helpless, his hands unable to make headway through the dark sea of cloth, his own cock fucking him as the rolling shrinkages now lingered over his tip, priming him for more as he squealed, all the muscle in his body shrinking to nothing.
Trapped in the dark, pinned under a belt buckle, James had lost any sense of where he was, only knowing he was getting smaller from the dizzying waves rolling through his shrunken body. He felt so soft, so weak, so tiny, his limbs all smooth and curvy, his stomach soft and tender as his hands moved to feel what was changing, where he was inside his outfit. The sticky cling of his cum-stained briefs was a constant reminder of just how small he had gotten, draped over his lower half like a full body skirt, his toes kicking and tangling inside the lower holes as his cock once again spewed its load.
"Nooo t-hoooo muuuuuuch gaaaaah~!"
It was shrinking faster, his balls pulling tight inside, each release making them scrape and sink further as ungodly pleasure fucked its way into his tiny body. His shaft felt so smooth, so small, sinking into the plush but thin twigs that were his thighs as the force pushing on his tip really stuck it into him. Was this just a precursor to what would happen to him? Would he just shrink and shrink till like his cock he'd vanish? And why did it have to feel so good?!
Eventually he could do little else but squeal and cum, his tip slipping into his shaft, his shaft shrinking into his body, both fucking him as his hips spread apart, his ass curving subtly as he came out every last drop of masculinity in him. His balls were the first to go, two wet slurps as he felt them shrink from balls to cherries to curdled up raisins. It was somewhere in the dark, his hands desperate to grab on amidst the bundled up fabric, accidentally poking his shrunken groin as they popped inside.
"OHMYGODOH SHIIIIIIIIT~!"
A wet slit opened up, his slender fingers sucked in as he fingered himself, squealing as he simultaneously pleasured himself as a woman while stroking the final shrunken nub of his masculinity. Much like his shrinking form, he couldn't stop once it started, his waist sucking in as he screamed like a pixie-sized banshee as James became a woman.
SCHLICK
"KYAAAAAAAA~! NOOOO OHHH FUUUUUCK OHH OHHHHH~!"
Something was flooding from her new slit, James squealing as her orgasms chained, fluids spilling out as her slender fingers fell out of her finished pussy, a few more uncontrollable spasms gushing out more mass as her tip finished shifting into her new clit. The shrinkage was a different kind, her smooth waist collapsing into itself, forming curves with every orgasm as she bucked, unaware how pink her nipples were, new erogenous zones just adding to the confusing mess of orgasms escaping between her thighs. If there was one silver lining in losing her cock, it was that the constant force of her orgasms had freed her from the buckle as she rolled about, her flailing limbs gradually shifting her through the layers of shirt, pants and briefs as she desperately tried to escape her puddled clothing.
Just swimming through the folds was unbearably arousing, her nipples tweaking against the cloth, her slit teased by the endlessly shifting fabric as she swam through it. She could feel her skull squeezing with every orgasm, her lips feeling bloated, her eyes scrunched as the one thing growing as they widened to sapphire discs, her lashes longer as the heat reached her head. James had to get out now, feeling something trying to escape her head as she finally pried apart the hem of her shirt, a gap of light hitting her, James giving a cheerful squeak as she pulled herself out, accidentally grinding against the hem as one last orgasm toppled her to the floor, her brown hair surging out to blonde tresses as she whimpered.
It was impossible to say just how small she was now, though the tiny diamonds that made up the pattern on the floor were proportionally large enough for just one to encompass her naked, exhausted body, the table from before an endless monolith that stretched above into the ether like a great mountain. There were a few final spasms as the shrinking finally halted, leaving James a miniscule mess.
The floor felt cold, James immediately regretting leaving her clothes now that she was naked, but she didn't want to swim back through her clothing just to get warm. Speaking of, her clothes looked like some kind of weird mountain range from her perspective as it took about twenty minutes just to get past the pants as she moved to the shadow of the table, hoping some of the cookies from the table had fallen to the floor. Another half hour and she was there, though she felt exhausted, her tiny body not very athletic especially after losing all her muscle.
Honestly for a girl she was pretty flat, her figure not the worst but she would be lying if she wasn't feeling a bit... disappointed? No no she had to focus on turning back. Her figure wouldn't matter once she turned back and this was all just a drunken night-
"EEEK WHAT THE HELL IS- MMGH MMPH?!"
James wasn't paying much attention where he was stepping, so he missed the roiling blue glass cleaner, that tiny scrap of fabric large enough to swallow him whole even after the bits of drink had shrunk it significantly. The way it fully rubbed and formed over her body was more than a little arousing, James squeezing his thighs as panties formed damp, his stick like legs squeezed by black and white striped stockings as a layer of ruffles separated, then another, the folds of a "large" ruffled skirt flaring out as the middle band squeezed the dress tight to his tummy.
"Wh-Why did this happen? I mean a-at least I'm not naked but why is it so..."
James could tell from the stockings, the aproned top over a blue dress, every movement having layers of fabric rub her sensitive body as she blushed. It was a perfect recreation of Alice's outfit from the movie, even a quick feel of her hair finding a large bow tied into it. It was like she was really Alice, forgetting herself for a moment as she posed in it, smiling cutely as she curtsied, a throb of arousal following every cute, adorable-
"Nooo what am I doing?!"
The fantasy of being Alice had eclipsed her reason for a second, James for once glad no one could see her. It didn't help how nice the dress felt on her as she tried not to think of how cute she must look, so many fantasies running through her head as she spotted a fallen cookie in the distance. Everything felt more noticeable like this, her hair bouncing the most of anything, her skin rubbing against the dress and undergarments, her chest awkwardly tender since for some reason the magic had given her everything but a bra, not that she really needed one with how flat she was.
There wasn't any way to tell how much time had passed, but James figured it must have been close to an hour to reach the toppled pastry, unsure how to tackle it since the cookies easily eclipsed his minuscule form. Could she even break off a piece? The answer was a disheartening no, but she refused to give up, deciding on a degrading, but sensible solution. She licked in a large circle, the baked good softening after a few passes till she could dig her nails in, eventually pulling off a dinner plate-sized chunk from the giant cookie.
"...W-Well here goes nothing."
James was a bit nervous that nothing would happen at first, but he chomped into the pastry, ready to grow, to change, to turn back. Much like the drink though, the taste was addictive, a nibble turning to a bite turning to ravenously tearing chunks off the cookie as sugar and magic flooded his body once more. Each swallow was its own orgasmic experience, the sugar turning to fat as he swallowed, Jales almost choking from a forced moan as a sugar rush accelerated through his head.
"Ohh~ my something feels rather OOOH~! Ahh no no n-OHHH MYYYY~!"
There was an added daintiness to how she talked now, her stomach grumbling as her thighs thickened, her stalk-like legs stretching up and out as twigs turned to trunks, a trickle of memories cumming out as a flood of new ones filled Jalces's head.
She was certainly growing, though not in the way she had expected, memories flooding in as her life continued past college, a variety of passionate but polite flings making her fall to the floor, Jalce groaning as her hips spilled over with fat, her legs kicking as her thigh highs could barely cover her calves as her maturing figure continued to grow, her hair spilling down to her swelling rump as now thoughts of entering the work force, her time as a temp, then a secretary then-
"OHHH~ HEAVENS I CAAAAN'T STAAAAAAHP~!"
Crumbs fell onto her apron, the bit of mess bounced off as more forceful surges of fat pushed against her chest, Jalice's features maturing from cute to sexy as her body continued to grow, aging up past her 20's, her 30's not lasting much longer as the lack of a bra became much more of a problem as her chest began stretching the loose top of the dress. It made the hem look like it was receding, making it much shorter on her fuller figure as her sopping wet panties peeked from her spasming legs, her thighs triple their former size, her ass even more full and plush as her cutesy moans gained a sultry confidence to them.
Jalice tried to hang onto anything of her past self, yet the more she thought of who she was, the more her older memories felt like a past boyfriend, one of those sweet adorkable guys she had gone out with for a semester in college b-but no she was-
"AH AHH AHHHLICE~!"
Older fantasies were spilling over past memories, twice her former years in memories flooding in, feeling impossibly good as the name continued to wipe out more of her resistance, thoughts of being a man melded into a new romantic history as she came, the fabric stretched tight over her now absurd figure as her choker strained to contain her swollen breasts. If she could just have a moment to think, t-to remember why she felt so good, so mature, all those memories pounding against her skull as she screamed one final orgasmic cry as Alice finished changing.
There was a bit of mental fuzz as the final pieces of her new history slotted into place, Alice a youthful but mature 42-year-old office worker on her way to becoming an executive. She had worked up from temp to secretary to higher positions, though occasionally she went too hard at the after work office parties. Alice remembered going to the pub, celebrating her birthday while refusing to tell people her age and then...
"Oh dear lord what am I wearing? Th-This is-"
Immediately her face was flushed, the horrified girl staring at a dress that would have been a bit tight in her college days, her breasts straining the stitching up top, her stomach pinched by the tight band in the middle while her calves bulged out the side of her stockings.
What had she been thinking?! Had she drunk enough to regress back to her freshman days? How had she even gotten into the blasted thing? It seemed far too tight to just slip on. What time even was it? Looking around, Alice finally noticed her predicament, the massive scale of the room looming over her, everything super sized as she glanced around, trying to make sense of it all as she looked at the fallen cookies, giving her squeezed stomach a pinch.
"I think I've had enough sweets for this poor dress. Now where am I?!"
Thankfully she noticed a door her size in the distance. It took another hour and a half to reach but soon she was through and greeted by a psychedelic landscape as if nature had been painted in neon and checkerboard patterns overnight. All sorts of odd creatures lingered in the distance as Alice briefly considered going back, but if she wanted to return it seemed this wonderland was her only way forwards.
"Curioser and curioser. Let’s see how far this goes."
And so began Alice's journey through Wonderland, just one of many strange things she'd experience, though soon the strange would become commonplace as Alice would find no way back, James but a forgotten memory lost to Wonderland…
