2 comments/ 4192 views/ 10 favorites The Wonders of Wonderland Ch. 01 By: LateNightStories A host of goblins were running over the bridge towards them. Their intent was obvious. They meant to kill them. "You must enter the castle alone," Sir Prance-About told her. "I'll hold them off." "I can't let you do that," Maria cried. "They're too many. They'll tear you apart." "Milady, I implore you," the old knight's voice was determined. "Save yourself. In our journey together, you have shown me the value of friendship." Maria wasn't given the chance to argue. The brave knight drew his sword and charged at the goblins. He deftly struck down several of the little vermin-men with each swing, but there was too many of them for him to hold out for long. Maria looked away. She didn't want to see her companion be ripped apart by angry goblins and there was little she could do to save him. Hopefully, she would get the chance to tell the other knights of his heroism. That seemed unlikely, however. She pushed opened the castle gate. She was afraid there would be more goblins inside - or vampires or ogres or a dragon or something equally horrid. There was not. Just a man in a penguin suit, scribbling into a book using a large, violet feather quill. He looked a bit like an owl, with his beaky nose and his fallen cheeks. "My mother was an owl," the man said. "What?" Maria asked surprisedly. "Never mind. Close the door please, dear. We don't want the goblins to get in. They tend to get a little over-excited in their duties." Maria closed the gate behind her. She could see Sir Prance-About still fighting his way through the horde of goblins. She prayed he'd make it out alive. "You're here to see King Dorian I presume," the man asked. He held his quill up, ready to write her answer into his book. "Yes," Maria answered. "I'm here to see him, all right!" "Good, good." The man scribbled into his book. "I just need to fill out some forms first. Ask you some questions." "Questions?" Maria was a bit confused. Granted, she'd encountered stranger people in her recent journeys. "Yes, just a formality. For example: Will you do anal?" "Will I do anal? What are you talking about, owl-man?" Now it was the man's turn to look confused. He raised one of his bushy eyebrows - the one above his silly monocle. "But, Milady, you are here hoping to bed the King, are you not?" "Bed him!?" Maria snapped. "I'm her to kill the son-of-a-whore! And take back what he stole from me." Immediately after saying the words, she wondered if it had been wise to reveal her intentions. "To kill him?" The man scratched his chin with his quill. "Ah, yes. Some of the young maids who come here have plans of killing him, but they all end up sleeping with him instead. They all find him rather handsome. Are you sure you really want to kill him?" "Yes," Maria insisted. "I'm here to kill him. Not to sleep with him." The man sighed. "Very, well. This will require a lot of paperwork from me." He began scribbling furiously. "I haven't got time for that," Maria said, crossing her arms. "Very, well. We'll do the quick version and I'll just fill out the special forms later," the man said resignedly. "First: How are you planning to kill him? He's immortal, you know." "With this knife," Maria answered and held up a beautiful, silver dagger. She had no idea why she felt compelled to answer the owl-man's questions, but for some reason she doubted he wanted to hinder her. "And why do you believe that knife can kill him?" the man asked, still scribbling as fast as he could. "The Swamp Witch gave it to me. She said it would kill him if I pierced his black heart with it." "Ah, the Swamp Witch. She's the only girl to come here who was so unbecoming of appearance that the King refused to bed her. For hundreds of years she's lived in her little sump, probably planning her revenge. If anyone knows how to kill him, she would be the one. I'll have to interview her once this ordeal is done." A mouse ran across the tiled floor. The man looked hungrily after it, but quickly returned to his scribblings. "You mentioned you plan to take back something he's taken from you," he asked Maria. "What would that be?" "My diary," Maria answered. "He came into my bedroom and stole my diary. I've followed him into his domain to get it back." "Interesting." "Why do you ask these question?" Maria asked. "What are you writing it all down for?" The man pondered the question for a moment. "For my own amusement, I think. I don't think many people in this realm know how to read." Maria rolled her eyes. "Can I go no?" she asked impatiently. "No," the man answered. "I have many more questions." "Will you try to stop me if I simply walk past you?" "Probably not." Maria sighed. "Very well." She strode past the old man and over to the flight of stairs that led to Dorian's tower. Had she looked back, she would have seen the old man picking up a mouse by its tail and swallowing it whole. She did not look back, however. It was time to finish this. She was determined not to let anything else distract her. The stairs seemed to go on forever. She climbed step by step for hours. Finally, she reached the top. There was no roof, just a tiny parapet circling a wooden floor. It seemed like she had ascended into heaven - that the tower reached far into space. The moon looked many times bigger than it had done from the ground. Dorian was sitting on magic carpet that levitated in thin air just outside the battlements. He was busy throwing little crystal balls up at the night sky. The balls seemed to attach themselves to the celestial sphere and become new stars or planets. The young man had a bizarre appearance. He was dressed like a 16th century Venetian dandy. On his right eye he had long, fake eye lashes. On his head he balanced a ridiculously small crown, that looked like it was about to fall off. Physically, he bore an uncanny resemblance to Maria's favourite pop star - Vincent Taylor - who she had several posters of in her bedroom. He had the exact same gaunt face and boyish charm. There was an edge to him though - a foreboding sense of malice and danger. This was the King of Wonderland himself - father of goblins, ravisher of young girls and killer of many brave knights. So this was it, Maria thought. After all her struggles and hardships, all she needed to do was to sink her dagger into his heart and reclaim her diary. Then it would all be over and she could return to the real world. She recalled how this ill-fated adventure had started. It was the summer after her graduation from High School. She had not applied to any Colleges and she had not gotten herself a job. Most nights she had sat in her room and listened to music, read fantasy books or written in her diary. Then one night, Dorian had come. Who or what was Dorian? She didn't really know. All she knew was that he had been a constant presence in her life ever since her sexual awakening. The first time she ever masturbated, she had heard him singing to her from outside her bedroom window. Whenever she was sexually excited, she felt his presence. That summer night, however, was the first time he had appeared to her in the flesh. He had climbed in through the window and picked her diary up from her bedside table. When she blinked he was gone. She had immediately realised that this was bad. Her whole identity was written into the pages of that book. If that magical demon was allowed to read it, he would eventually know all her secrets. Knowledge is power, and his power over her would become complete unless she retrieved her diary in time. Therefore, she had set after him. Dressed in only her pyjamas, she had chased him down the dark streets. He had disappeared down a manhole and she had followed. Through the sewers they had run. Down, down, down. She had no idea how long it had lasted. Eventually, she had lost sight of him. Exhausted, she had fallen to her knees. When she had caught her breath again, she saw a sign that read: Wonderland Admission Office. Wonderland? What a silly name. That had to be the place Dorian was from. She walked in the direction the sign pointed and came to a door. The door bore a sign similar to the one from before. The only difference was that someone had erased one of the words with paint and crudely exchanged it with another. It now read: Wonderland Admission Orifice. Inside she found the most vulgar looking person she'd ever seen. His faces was hideous. It was plump with heavy jawls. His round eyes seemed like they were about to pop out of their sockets. All his teeth had been exchanged with gold substitutes. His most disconcerting feature, however, was his tongue. It didn't look natural and seemed to be inhumanly long. He constantly licked his lips with it. From time to time he even stuck it up his nostrils, presumably to wipe away snot. All he wore was a stained sleeveless shirt and a pair of loose-fitting boxer briefs with a buttoned fly. "Greetings, madam," he croaked. He extended his hand. It only had four fingers and there was no sign that there had ever been a fifth on it. Maria did not shake it. "Did Dorian come through here?" she asked. "Dorian?" The man rubbed each of his three chins. "Ah, yes. Good lad. Used to see him running around here when he was a kid. Heard he became king. Or was he always king? I'm not sure if time actually moves down here." Maria suddenly realised that she was awake. This did not feel like a dream. It felt real. She took a few steps away from the strange man. "Perhaps I took a wrong turn," she said. "You can't leave," the man croaked. "At least, it wouldn't be wise." "Why not?" Maria asked, trying hard not to look scared. "Because you are a messed up little kid," the man replied with a mischievous grin. "Unless you're willing to make your way through the maze surrounding your subconscious mind, you will never be able to grow up. Part of being an adult is knowing yourself." "And you think you can help me learning to know myself?" Maria crossed her arms. "Perhaps," he giggled, "but you shouldn't be so quick to trust the people that dwell in this twisted place. Dorian created this place based on your subconscious mind. The problem is that Dorian is quite a quirky character. He may have twisted your fantasies just a little." "What does Dorian want with me?" Maria demanded. "Why did he steal my diary?" "Stealing your diary was mostly symbolic," the man croaked from deep within his throat, "but symbolism is a powerful thing in Wonderland. I would do anything to get it back if I was you. As for why is after you in particular..." His big, bulging eyes ogled Maria's petite figure. She had a pencil shaped body - not much to grab onto. Her face was almost beautiful, but most would simply describe it as cute. She had a heart-shaped face that ended in a narrow chin. Her cheeks were round and freckled. Her pyjama shirt was decorated with a picture of a cartoon princess with similarly long curly blonde hair. "I don't know why he picked you miss," the man croaked and held up his arms. "You're kinda cute, but you're not my type. Too skinny. I bet your momma gave her best to your sister or something." Having always been sensitive about her lack of feminine curves and being in general not too fond of having her physical attributes critiqued, Maria was starting to lose her patience. "Just tell me where to go," she snapped at the man. "Very well," the man rose from his chair. Maria suddenly became aware of the ridiculous length of his legs. They were more than twice as long as they should be. To make up for this bizarre disfigurement, the man walked with his knees bent - as when you're squatting. He sat himself in front of a chessboard. "There are two ways you can convince me to show you the way," the man explained. "Either you beat me at chess..," he pointed at the board, "or..." "Or what?" Maria demanded. The man smiled. Then he took his boxer briefs and slid them down his long legs. His deformed penis looked comparatively tiny between his other longer limbs. "Or you suck me off," the man croaked. Maria held her hand in front of her mouth. She couldn't look at the ugly little thing dangling between the man's legs. She turned towards the way she had entered, but noticed that the door she came in through was gone. There was nothing but a solid brick wall. She composed herself and turned back towards the man. "The pieces have already been moved," she objected, "and there are far more black pieces than white." "Yes," the man confirmed. "That is why you play as white, my dear." Maria studied the board. Then a smile came across her face. "Check mate," she said, grinning. The man looked flabbergasted at her. "What?" "You're already in check mate," Maria explained. "The white queen threatens your king and you have nowhere to move." "Damn it," the man cursed and pulled his briefs back up. "I forgot which side I was supposed to play." Maria crossed her arms. "Where do I go? How do I find Dorian?" The man gave her a defeated glare. "Go through the wardrobe." "The wardrobe?" Maria suddenly became aware of the big wardrobe in the corner. Strange that she hadn't noticed it before. She turned back to the man, but he was gone. An ugly toad was jumping across the floor and escaped into a pipedrain. Walking toward the wardrobe, Maria was struck with an almost overwhelming sense of foreboding. She knew that finding Dorian would not be easy. Who was Dorian? What did he want? It struck her that the man she had just met had looked strikingly similar to a creepy old man who had groped her on the subway. Was this all twisted dream? Was she going mad? Maria opened the wardrobe. Determined to find answers and not caring about how she would ever find her way back home again, she pushed her way through the old frocks, suits and coats. **** She had found herself surrounded by tall trees in a mighty forest. Where did she go from there? How did she find Dorian's trail? She hadn't really. She had just started walking in a random direction. There was no Yellow Brick Road to follow. Dorian's realm was confusing and difficult to navigate. She was unsure how long she had travelled through the forest. Hours, days, weeks, months, years, minutes? Time was hard to measure. She had met many strange characters. Uncle Fiddler, the violin player; Pussy Galore, the invisible, mute and yet ever-present cat; Hilmar, the always hungry ogre; Hildur, the always horny troll; Wilma Voyeur, who liked to pretend she was spying on herself when she went skinny dipping in the lake and Peeping Tom, who actually was spying on her. Many of these people seemed to have some bizarre sexual quirk. Even the hat maker - who for some reason wore a very old hat, instead of one of his brand new ones - had - after she had had a delightful conversation with him over tea - begged her to wiggle her bum for him. Bunch of bloody perverts the lot. None of these people had been much help to her. Eventually she met her first companion: Sir Prance-About the knight. Despite his considerable prowess in battle, he had never ever defended a village from trolls or slain a dragon. He preferred to prance about in his shining armour and boast of deeds he was planning to perform - someday. By the time she met him, Maria had become pretty desperate. She managed to convince the old knight to show her the way to Dorian's castle, though he quickly confessed he did not know the way. Later, they teamed up with Fred Furry. Fred was apparently a human, but nobody really knew for sure, as he was always dressed in a pink rabbit costume. Fred had been to the castle before, but may have been drunk at the time and was unsure if he could find his way back. He was eager to help, however. Very eager. Maria would often see his silly bunny ears peeking out from behind a rock or a tree when she went into the bushes to pee. This put a strain on their relationship and she was forced to have Sir Prance-About stand guard whenever she went to relieve herself. Other than that, he was a very loyal - if somewhat useless - friend. **** One day when she had squatted down inside a bush to pee, she had been abducted by an old goblin hag. This was the goblin schoolmistress herself, and she dragged Maria with her to her classroom. In front of her little goblin students, she began asking Maria riddles. "Let's see if you've done your homework," the goblin mistress had said. "What is greasy and long and can penetrate the rustiest padlock?" "I have no idea," Maria had been forced to answer. "I'm not a student in your class." "Maybe not," the goblin snapped, "but your old physics teacher, Msr. Wilkinson, asked me to give you a test." Maria had looked at the old crone in disbelief. Did the hag really know Mrs. Wilkinson? How was that possible? Maria had not been Wilkinson favourite students. She had skipped many of her lessons and almost flunked her final exam as a result. "How many eggs can a dragon lay during its lifetime?" the hag screamed. "I have no idea," Maria shouted back. "You American girls are all the same," the old goblin snapped. "Tramping through our forests like the bloody tourists you are. Never taking the time to actually learn anything about the lives and culture of the people who live here." "Give her a spanking, miss," one of the goblin students shouted from his desk. "Silence," the hag spat back. "I decide who deserves a spanking. Incidentally, I think this human girl could do with one." "You should strip her clothes off before you spank her," the student suggested. "Shut up you," the crone yelled and waved her pointing stick at him. "Be quiet." Maria looked affrightedly at the old hag. "Don't you dare touch me," she threatened. "Sir Prance-About will come and save me." The hag ignored her and grabbed her arm. With unnatural strength, the wrinkled old crone pulled the young girl onto her lap. Maria looked out at the goblin students. Their faces seemed to be twisted and deformed caricatures of her old classmates. They stared back at her in anticipation. Smack! Maria screamed in pain and shock. Tears pushed against her eyes. She tried to pull herself free, but the goblin hag twisted her arm in a lock. "Please," Maria begged. "Don't hit me again." "What did you say?" the goblin hag giggled. "Did you want me to pull down your pyjama bottoms before I continue?" The goblin students howled with laughter. Maria sobbed as the crone put her bony fingers into her pyjama bottoms and pulled them down over her knees. "What about your panties, dear," the old crone cackled. "Do we leave them on or take them off." "Leave them on," Maria pleaded. "All right! We'll leave them on for the moment, but the next lesson of today will be human anatomy. Then they will have to come off." The hag kept gave Maria several slaps across her bum. The young girl bit her lip and tried her hardest not to cry. Her vision become blurry as her eyes filled with water. The hag hit her harder and harder. As she tried to breathe through the pain, she saw a vison of a giant, pink Easter bunny storming into the room. "Charge," Fred Furry yelled and grabbed the goblin hag with his furry paws. With surprising strength he threw her to the ground. The old crone was quickly back on her feet, however, and ready to pounce at the rabbit-man, but Sir Prance-Around cut her head right off her shoulders with his sword. A goblin student jumped onto Fred's back and tried to bite him in the neck, but his teeth couldn't penetrate through his bunny suit. "We must retreat, milady," Sir Prance-Around shouted to Maria. "There's too many of them." Maria tried lay on the floor and tried to pull her pyjama bottoms back up. A goblin tried to pull them off her and she was forced to flee without them. The trio ran for their lives. They may not have been able to escape with their lives, had it not been for the fact that a dragon was coincidentally wreaking havoc in the schoolyard. It was eating students and teachers alike. The Wonders of Wonderland Ch. 01 **** A few hours after escaping from the school, they came across a band of goblin's searching through a large pile of junk. As they came nearer, Maria noticed that all the stuff in the pile were things from her bedroom. She saw her bed, her cupboards, her teddy bears, her schoolbooks and all of her clothes. The goblins were looting her things. "Chase them off, Sir Prance-About," she screamed. The knight charged the goblins and scared them away. The goblins fled for their lives with as much of Maria's underwear and old Barbie dolls as they could carry. "Whose stuff is this," Sir Pounce-About asked, looking down at a male underwear catalogue, a couple of seedy romance novels and some embarrassing sex toys Maria had gotten for Christmas from her cousin. "No idea," Maria lied, "but there seems to be some clothes here I can wear." She found a pair of her skinny jeans in the pile and put them on. Then she exchanged her pyjama shirt for a tank top. It was also nice to be able to change into a clean set of underwear. Sadly, there was only a single pair of panties left, so she couldn't bring any along for later. Blood goblins, she thought to herself. The trio kept walking. After a few days they came to a barren wasteland. There was nothing to eat and little to drink. The further they walked, the hungrier they became. They were close to starvation when they came upon a trailer. There was a sign on it that read Bernie the Baker's Bakery. Outside stood a man - presumably Bernie - behind an improvised counter. He had massive side-burns, wore a dirty baker's cap on his head and ripped plastic gloves on his hands. His apron was adorned with a picture of a pin-up girl baking buns. "Hey, Mister," Maria shouted. "Can you offer us something to eat." "I only got titty-cake left," Bernie answered apologetically. "And some phallic carrots, but little girls shouldn't eat those." Strangely, Maria remembered having seen many types of food on the counter. Now there was only cake and carrots. "It looks like normal chocolate cake," Maria said. "We're very hungry. We'll eat anything." "It is normal chocolate cake," Berne said. "And like other chocolate cakes it's full of sugar, butter and calories." "That's fine." Bernie handed the carrots to Fred and Prance and cut a slice of chocolate cake for Maria. She took a bite. It was delicious - the best chocolate cake she'd ever tasted. Suddenly, however, she became aware of a strange tingling sensation in her body. "What's happening?" she exclaimed. It didn't matter. She was too hungry. She needed to eat, and therefore she took another bite. The tingling sensation returned. Her jeans were becoming tighter, as if they were shrinking or as if she was growing. Similarly, she felt her bra tightening around her bust. "What's happening to me?" she repeated. "Well, looking at how skinny you are, dear," Bernie explained, "I assume you haven't eaten much cake before. Cake tends to make you gain weight." That was true. Maria had become a vegetarian at 13 and stopped eaten candy at 16. At 17 she had gone to counselling for anorexia and only recently had she regained a healthy weight. "But I need to eat more," she sobbed. "I'm still so hungry." "Then eat," Bernie encouraged her. "You could use some meat on your bones." Maria greedily pushed the rest of the cake slice into her mouth. She couldn't help herself. She was so hungry and the cake tasted sooo good. Immediately, the top button of her jeans came flying out. Her bra was now so tight that it was hard to raise her chest to breathe. She looked down on her bust and saw that her breasts were being squashed under her restrictive a-cup bra. It was terrifying having this happen to her body, but she couldn't stop eating. "Can I have another slice, Bernie?" she asked. Chocolate was smeared along the sides of her mouth. "Sure," Bernie said and cut her a new slice. Maria greedily dug into it. Her butt immediately began expanding again, pushing the zip on her fly open. The strain on her breasts was starting to become painful. "If I eat anymore," Maria sobbed. "My clothes won't be able to fit me." "Eat and be happy," Fred encouraged her, while munching on his carrot. "If you need to eat more, milady," Sir Prance-Around said. "You can have my cape, but I doubt my metallic amour would fit you." He unhooked his big red cape from his back and offered it to Maria. "Thank you," she said, "could you all turn around while I eat the rest of my cake?" "Of course, milady," Sir Prance-About declared. "We will not invade upon your modesty." The knight turned away from Maria. Then he grabbed Fred's rabbit mask and turned it backwards so that he couldn't see anything. Maria could hear Fred's muffled cursing from inside his costume. Maria looked at Bernie. "I'm not looking away, missy," Bernie declared. "This is my bakery shop and I look where I want." Maria sighed, but did not press the issue. She needed more of his cake to quell her insatiable hunger. Her jeans had become way too tight for her. She slid them down below her hips. To her horror, she noticed that it wasn't only that her butt had grown: Her hip bones had widened. Strangely, her thighs seemed just as skinny as before and so did her waist. While she studied the changes to her body, the hooks on her bra suddenly snapped. Her previously rather flat chest now sported two sizeable perky tits. If they grew any bigger, they would push their way out of her tank top. Luckily, the fabric was flexible. This was nightmarish, but she couldn't fight her hunger. "Give me more cake," she commanded. Bernie gave her a malicious smile. "Have as much as you want, dear." And cut her a new slice. Maria munched away more cake. She felt the cotton fabric of her panties stretch itself over her new bubbly butt. Then her breasts popped out of her top. There was now use trying to put them back in. She just kept on eating. Crumbs rained from her mouth as she ate faster and faster. Bernie stared hungrily at her. It made Maria feel unwell. "Milady," Sir Prance-About suddenly asked. "How much cake have you eaten?" Maria didn't answer. "Has it actually made you any less hungry?" the knight inquired. Maria stopped eating. "No, I'm just as hungry as I was when we came." Sir Prance-About span around, grabbed Bernie by the throat and lifted the little man into the air. There was anger in the knight's fiery eyes. Maria quickly wrapped herself in her cape. Fred readjusted his mask and studied the figure of Maria's cloaked body with interest. "What have you done to her?" Sir Prance-About demanded of Bernie. "Nothing," Bernie pleaded. "She said she wanted titty-cake." "I did not," Maria snapped. "You said it was all you had." Bernie began to laugh. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Maria recognised her handwriting on it. "Dear, Diary," Bernie read. "I think my boobs have stopped growing. I wish..." Maria's cheek turned tomato red. "Trickster and demon," Sir Prance-About screamed and impaled the man with his sword. Maria gasped. "Sir Prance-About! I'm shocked at you. Do you have to kill everyone?" "He turned you into a monster," the knight said defensively. "A monster!? I'm not that much bigger." "I thought you liked being skinny," the knight responded. "And maybe the baker knew a way to shrink me back to my original petite shape," Maria snapped. "I didn't think of that," the knight said apologetically. He looked her over. "If you'd allow me, milady," he continued, "I would say that it really doesn't look that bad. You're still rather slender, just a little more ... shapely than before." "I think you look fantastic," Fred exclaimed. They had continued on their journey through the desert. Before they left, Maria was forced to leave behind most of her clothes. She strode across the sandy dunes with the knight's cape wrapped around her like a bath towel. Luckily, it was easily big enough to hide her modesty. At first she had kept her panties on, but they were so uncomfortable that she eventually left them too behind. Her new womanly assets could easily be made out even through her cloak. She knew that from now on she'd always feel partly exposed, even when wearing proper clothes. It would be impossible to conceal her curves even with baggy clothes. Finally, they saw the edges of a forest in front of them. Perhaps they would find something to eat inside ... and something else to wear.