Alice had been warned by her big sister not to even look at the chocolates and pastries on the dining room table. The girl was already in trouble for falling asleep during lessons, which was the only thing that made her hesitate to snatch a chocolate from the silver tray. It would be so easy to take a small one and swallow it whole before anyone noticed it was gone.
“That would not do, though,” she admonished herself. “No doubt she's counted them.”
Alice distracted herself for a while by lying on a cushioned chair sideways, letting her feet hang over one arm rest, while attempting to remove her shoes, one after another, with only her feet. After several tries, she managed to cause the shiny black leather footwear to drop to the carpet, landing with a dull thump, one after another.
Then, flexing her toes within her white stockings, she announced, “Look at me, just like a trained monkey. I may as well have four hands.”
After enjoying a moment of feeling very pleased with herself, she started to become bored, again. Her sister was taking a bath upstairs, and the servants were busy with dinner. Could she really be blamed for taking an interest in delicious treats with nothing else to occupy her attention?
She walked back over to the table, enjoying the feel of the carpets and wood flooring beneath her monkey-like toes. When she saw the chocolates and pastries again, she felt her mouth water. At the same time, she recalled the dream again, and thought about all the strange ways that the things she had eaten and drunk had affected her body.
“It was only a dream,” she reminded herself, repeating what her sister had said when Alice had informed her of the wonderland she had visited. “Pastires and mushrooms will not make one grow or shrink. It's a ridiculous fantasy. That's all it is, just a silly dream.”
She knew that type of reasonableness was what she was meant to think, but the whole experience had felt so real. Those pastries and mushrooms had seemed as real in the dream as the treats she was hungering for right now.
“What if it was real?” she pondered, reaching a hand out towards a heart-shaped chocolate. “What if I grow again when I eat this?”
Alice had to know. She needed proof. Who could blame her for wanting to test if such a marvelous thing could be true? And, after all, there was only one way to know for sure.
She grabbed the piece of chocolate and crammed into her mouth before anyone could see her holding it. Then, she chewed the velvety chocolate, enjoying the delicious flavor as it melted away on her tongue.
“Hmm,” the naughty child hummed in satisfaction.
There was a moment when she wondered what would happen now. Would she grow? Would she shrink? Or, would she only be caught eating sweets before dinner, ruining her appetite?
The answer came swiftly after she swallowed the last traces of chocolate in her mouth.
“Oh!” she cried, delighted. “I'm growing.”
Looking down, she saw the floor below receding away from her and felt her body stretching longer.
“I'm growing taller!” she declared.
However, something felt different this time. She seemed to be changing shape in unusual ways as she grew. Parts of her seemed to be swelling larger as her limbs lengthened. For example, her dress was getting tight around her backside as her rear expanded. Meanwhile, she felt the top of her dress squeezing against her chest as a pair of fleshy mounds grew there, like twin apples ripening on a tree branch.
“What is happening to me?” she pondered, and gasped to hear her voice sounding deeper. “Oh my!” she said. “I'm sounding more like my sister or even my mother.”
Her dress split open at the seams, as her curvy figure outgrew it.
Looking down at herself, she realized what was happening to her.
“I'm not just growing. I'm growing up! I’m becoming a woman.”
Soon enough, her maturing body had torn her dress to shreds, freeing her from it, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. At last, when she had finished growing up, the only article of clothing that still remained intact was her stockings, which were stretched tight over her larger feet and legs. The rest of her was bare, her adult figure revealed in all its glory.
Alice felt thrilled and somewhat terrified at how big she had become. There was so much more of her now! So much additional flesh and wide expanses of bare skin. Such big hands! Such large breasts!
Looking around the room, she was amazed at how different such a familiar place looked from a higher perspective. Was this really her home? Was she even the same Alice that lived here?
“The looking glass!” she said, and walked over to the fireplace to get a view of herself in the mirror above the mantle. Her long legs took only a few strides to transport her face to face with her reflection. The woman who looked back at her from within the glass looked as if she might be another older sister or even a long-lost aunt. “No,” Alice said, smiling. “That's me. That's me all grown up.”
Suddenly feeling bashful at seeing her bare breasts hanging free before her, she blushed and wondered if she ought to pull down some drapes to wear as a toga for the sake of decency. As she began her search for makeshift clothes, she opted to cover her nipples with her hands.
“Oh!” she said, feeling a pleasurable sensation as her nipples pressed against her palms. “That’s new. It feels…” she rubbed her hands gently against her new breasts, and let out another gasp and then a gentle moan. “Wonderful!”
Although her body had grown older, Alice still possessed the impulsive mind of a young girl. Having discovered a way to give herself such intense pleasure, she saw no reason to cease doing it. As her hands fondled her breasts and caressed her nipples, she found her way back to the chair she had been sitting on only minutes ago, kicking aside her little-girl shoes with feet far too large for them. Not removing her hands from her chest for a moment, she sat down on the cushioned chair sideways again, finding it smaller and less comfortable now that she had grown so much larger. However, that did not matter at all right then. As her ecstatic whimpers showed, she was too lost in pleasure to care about any minor discomfort.
Soon, she felt a dampness between her legs and a similar sensitivity there as well. One hand reached down to explore what was happening, and discovered two surprising facts. Firstly, she had curly hair on her crotch now. Secondly, her female parts were even more sensitive than her breasts.
Now, she was rubbing herself with one hand on her breasts and the other hand on her crotch.
“Being a woman…” she said and paused to gasp. “...is better than all my birthdays at once.”
“Alice!” a woman's voice called from somewhere above her. It was her mother! “Make sure to clean up before dinner. Your sister will be out of her bath soon.”
Alice froze, that voice having woken her from her delightful self-pleasuring, like having a cold bucket of water dumped on her.
“Oh no!” she said, looking down at her mature body, her naked skin slick with sweat and the fluids that leaked from between her legs. “I can't let them see me like this.”
She swung her legs over and set her stockinged feet back on the carpet. She considered hiding, but where could she go? Under the bed? Not likely, she probably would not fit now. In a closet? They would find her there soon enough. No. She would need to return herself back to normal somehow.
“The pastries,” she said, hurrying back to the table and looking at the tray of sweet treats. “One of them ought to turn me back to normal. Right? I just know it must.”
Not having a moment left to debate her options, she grabbed a small chocolate cupcake and stuffed the whole thing into her mouth.
Alice chewed and hoped that the magic would save her from being found looking so immodest, or worse, being caught eating sweets before dinner. She swallowed the cupcake and made a silent wish to be just a little girl again.
Unfortunately, instead of shrinking down to her regular size and age, she felt her body begin to grow again.
“Oh dear!” she said, feeling her whole body getting larger and larger as the dining room seemed to close in around her. “Not again.” This time, however, she had no sense that her body was changing shape as it grew, instead retaining her womanly figure as she became a giantess. As she crouched down to prevent her head from bumping into the ceiling, she sensed that those sensitive mature parts of herself that she had been playing with before were becoming even more sensitive and stimulated. Once more she felt pleasure radiating from them, which only grew in intensity as she grew larger. The impulse to touch herself again became too intense to resist. Her hands got to work fondling herself again as she sat on the floor and felt the furniture being pushed aside by her growing body. She soon became so lost in those powerful sexual feelings that she barely noticed the panicked shrieking of the servants or the ceiling crumbling apart against the top of her huge head.
A splash of warm water hit her chest, catching her attention at last, and Alice discovered that a miniature bath tub was sitting on top of a pile of scattered rubble and broken boards resting on her breasts, looking like something out of a doll's house. In the nearly empty tub was the still-soapy naked body of her sister, who herself seemed doll-sized to Alice. The smaller woman stared up at Alice’s enormous adult face in horror, too terrified to make a sound.
Ignoring the presence of everyone else, Alice was taken by the perverse impulse to keep going. She knew it was wrong, even lacking the words to describe the enjoyable thing that she was doing. Her hands moved on their own, fingers probing inside of and all over herself. She had lost control of her body, a helpless slave to pleasure. There was no stopping now, not until she finished somehow. And, she sensed an ending approaching, a grand finale.
Then, as Alice reached the overwhelming peak of her pleasure, she felt a sudden release of pure ecstacy. Her body tensed a moment, and she collapsed in a heap of pleasure onto the ruined floor of the house, the glow of absolute bliss radiating all through her.
“Alice!” cried her mother from above.
Still lost in the daze of her first orgasm, Alice looked up through the destroyed floor of the bathroom, just in time to see the woman standing in the doorway faint in shock at the sight of what her daughter had become.
“Oh dear!” Alice said, watching her small soapy sister climb out of the tiny tub to slide off Alice’s body and escape.
“I really hope this is all a dream,” Alice said, cupping her enormous breasts in her hands and sighing. “Because, if this isn't a dream, then I'm in big trouble now.”