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[Story] Down the Rabbit Hole: A Growth Tale

Published: May 5th 2025, 8:58:01 am

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I hope you're doing well! Here is a short story I wrote during the weekend! A simple re imagining of the famous Alice in Wonderland growth scene! I hope you like it. Tiers 3 & 4 members can access some extra images for this story in your folders. New passwords have been sent!

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Down the Rabbit Hole: A Growth Tale

"I'm absolutely certain this is the wrong way," Theodore huffed, adjusting his waistcoat as he ducked beneath the low-hanging branches. His fine clothing, now speckled with dust and adorned with errant twigs, had clearly not been chosen with woodland adventures in mind.

"And I'm absolutely certain you've said that exact phrase seven times in the last hour," Alice replied, her blue dress swishing around her ankles as she continued forward without hesitation. "Besides, I've been here before. I recognize that peculiar mushroom cluster just ahead."

Theodore rolled his eyes. "You claim to recognize every mushroom cluster, every oddly shaped tree, and every curious rock formation we pass. Yet we remain hopelessly lost."

Alice turned back to face him, blonde curls bobbing around her shoulders as she fixed him with a pointed stare. "We are not lost, Theo. We are exactly where we need to be. That's the curious thing about Wonderland—you never truly understand where you are until long after you've been there."

"Wonderland," Theodore muttered under his breath. "A place that exists solely in the imagination of a young lady with an extraordinary talent for getting us both into trouble."

"I heard that," Alice said with a small smile playing at her lips. "And I'll have you know I'm nineteen now, hardly the child who first tumbled down that rabbit hole. Besides, you didn't have to accompany me. You could have stayed at Aunt Margaret's garden party, making tedious conversation about the weather and pretending to enjoy lukewarm tea."

Theodore's expression softened slightly. "And leave you to wander off alone? Your sister would never forgive me. Besides," he added with a reluctant grin, "tedious conversation is considerably more tedious without you there to make faces behind Lady Ascot's back."

A rustling in the brush ahead caused them both to pause. Alice's eyes widened with recognition as a familiar white rabbit in a waistcoat darted past, pocket watch in paw.

"Oh! There he is! The White Rabbit!" she exclaimed, gathering her skirts and breaking into a run.

"Alice, wait!" Theodore called after her, but she was already chasing the creature with single-minded determination.

The rabbit disappeared into a hollow beneath a gnarled oak tree, and without hesitation, Alice dropped to her knees and peered into the opening.

"Alice, perhaps we should consider—" Theodore began, but his words died in his throat as Alice suddenly slipped forward with a startled cry, vanishing into what had appeared to be a shallow rabbit burrow.

"Alice!" Theodore lunged forward, reaching for the spot where she had disappeared. To his astonishment, his hand met empty air. The hollow extended far deeper than it appeared from the outside. Lying flat on his stomach, he cautiously extended his arm into the darkness, finding no bottom. Heart pounding, he made a decision that would change everything. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed his shoulders through the opening and allowed himself to slide forward.

And then he was falling.

The descent was both terrifying and curiously peaceful. Theodore tumbled through blackness punctuated by strange objects floating in midair—bookshelves, clocks, teapots, and other household items suspended as if gravity had partially forgotten its purpose. He attempted to call out Alice's name but found the rushing air stole his voice.

After what seemed like both an eternity and no time at all, Theodore landed with a surprisingly gentle thud on a checkered floor. Dazed, he pushed himself to his feet and found himself in a round hall with several doors of various sizes lining the curved walls.

"Took you long enough," came Alice's voice from behind him.

Theodore spun around to find her sitting calmly at a small glass table in the center of the room, chin propped in her hand.

"Alice! You're alright! We just fell down a... a..." he trailed off, looking up at the seemingly endless tunnel above them.

"A rabbit hole," she finished for him. "Yes, though I must say it was a much more comfortable journey than last time. Almost as if it were expecting us." She gestured around the room. "Welcome to Wonderland, Theo. I told you it was real."

Theodore ran a hand through his disheveled brown hair, trying to process their surroundings. "This is impossible."

"Only if you believe it to be," Alice replied, standing from the table. She approached one of the smaller doors and knelt down to examine it. "Now, if memory serves, behind this particular door is a garden more beautiful than any you've ever seen. But as you can observe, we're currently much too large to fit through."

Theodore stared at the tiny door, which couldn't have been more than a foot high. "So we're trapped here?"

"Not at all," Alice said brightly, returning to the glass table. "Last time, there was a key here that unlocked the door, and a bottle labeled 'Drink Me' that made me small enough to fit through." Her brow furrowed as she surveyed the table. "Though I only see the key this time. How curious."

She picked up a small golden key and approached the tiny door again, inserting it into the lock. The door swung open, revealing a glimpse of lush greenery and vibrant flowers beyond.

"There! Now we just need to find... ah!" Alice exclaimed, spotting something new on the table that hadn't been there moments before. "Here we are. But it's different this time."

Theodore joined her at the table, where a small cake sat on a delicate china plate. Written in icing across the top were the words "EAT ME."

"I'm not particularly hungry," Theodore said skeptically, eyeing the cake.

"It's not about hunger," Alice explained, breaking the cake in half and offering a piece to Theodore. "It's about transformation. Last time, if I recall correctly, the bottle made me smaller and the cake made me larger. Though I must admit, things did get rather confused when I started crying and created a sea of tears."

Theodore took the cake piece reluctantly. "And you're certain this is safe?"

Alice shrugged. "Safe isn't really the appropriate word for anything in Wonderland. But it's necessary if we want to continue our adventure." She looked down at the tiny door. "Though I'm a bit confused, as we need to get smaller, not larger, to fit through the door. Perhaps the rules have changed since my last visit."

"Or perhaps this is all an elaborate dream, and I'll wake up back at your aunt's garden party with a terrible crick in my neck from falling asleep in one of those dreadful wicker chairs," Theodore muttered.

Alice laughed. "Only one way to find out." With that, she took a bite of her piece of cake.

For a moment, nothing happened. Theodore watched her closely, still holding his own piece untouched. Then Alice's eyes widened.

"Oh!" she exclaimed softly, placing a hand on her midsection. "That feels... different than before."

Theodore stepped closer, concerned. "Are you alright? What's happening?"

Alice didn't respond immediately. Her breath came in short gasps as she looked down at herself in wonder. "I feel... strange. Warm. Like something inside me is... expanding."

As they watched, the fabric of Alice's blue dress began to tighten across her shoulders. At first, the change was subtle—the material stretched slightly, the seams straining just a bit more than before. But then the transformation accelerated.

Alice gasped as her arms began to swell, the once-loose sleeves now clinging to increasingly defined limbs. The modest muscles of a young Victorian lady rapidly developed into something altogether different—sculpted, powerful, undeniably strong.

"Theodore," she breathed, watching in astonishment as the fabric across her chest grew taut. "I believe something quite unexpected is happening."

That was an understatement. The changes continued with increasing speed. Alice's height began to increase as well, inch by inch at first, and then more rapidly. The hem of her dress rose above her ankles, then her calves, as she grew taller.

Theodore stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stared up—yes, up—at his companion. "Alice," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper, "you're... growing."

Alice nodded, equally transfixed by her transformation. She raised one arm experimentally, watching as the sleeve split along the seam, revealing a bicep that would put a dockworker to shame. "Not just growing taller," she observed with a curious detachment that belied the extraordinary nature of her situation. "I'm growing... stronger."

By now, Alice stood at least a foot taller than her original height, towering over Theodore. Her once-delicate frame had transformed entirely, rippling with muscle that strained against the confines of her clothing. The bodice of her dress gave way with a loud rip, revealing a chemise that itself was fighting a losing battle against her expanded form.

"This is... most improper," Theodore stammered, averting his eyes even as he found it impossible to look away completely.

Alice laughed, a deeper, richer sound than before. "Improper? In Wonderland? I dare say that's the least of our concerns." She flexed her arm experimentally, watching with undisguised fascination as the remaining sleeve shredded completely, falling away to reveal a limb corded with muscle. "How extraordinary!"

The transformation showed no signs of slowing. Alice continued to grow both in height and musculature, her body redefining itself with each passing second. Her petticoats and underskirts strained against thighs that had thickened with bands of powerful muscle. The waist of her dress, once cinched to accentuate her slender frame, now compressed a midsection carved with definition that no Victorian exercise regimen could ever produce.

Theodore remained frozen in place, unable to reconcile the Alice he knew—petite, proper, if somewhat adventurous—with the Amazon now standing before him. "Alice," he managed again, "perhaps you should stop... eating the cake?"

But it was too late for that. Alice had consumed her portion, and the changes seemed determined to run their course. She now stood over seven feet tall, her head nearly brushing the ceiling of the round hall. Her dress, designed for a much smaller frame, had surrendered to the inevitable, hanging in tatters that offered increasingly inadequate coverage of her transformed physique.

"I feel..." Alice began, searching for the right words as she splayed her fingers, watching the play of newly formed muscles beneath her skin. "I feel magnificent. Powerful. As though I could lift that table with one hand." She glanced at the glass table beside her, which now seemed doll-sized in comparison to her new proportions.

To Theodore's amazement, she did exactly that, hoisting the table above her head with apparent ease. "Look, Theo! It's like lifting a feather!" She laughed again, setting the table down with surprising gentleness given her newfound strength.

"That's... remarkable," Theodore admitted, finding his voice at last. He had to crane his neck to meet her gaze now, an entirely novel experience that left him feeling distinctly vulnerable. Where Alice had once stood a good six inches shorter than his six-foot frame, she now loomed over him, transformed beyond recognition.

Alice looked down at her companion, her expression softening as she registered his discomfort. "I've frightened you. I'm sorry, Theo. I assure you I'm still myself, just... more so." She knelt down, bringing herself closer to his level, though even kneeling she remained taller than him standing.

"Not frightened," Theodore insisted, squaring his shoulders despite the absurdity of the gesture. "Merely... adjusting to our new circumstances." He glanced at the piece of cake still in his hand, then at the tiny door across the room, which now seemed impossibly small compared to Alice's new stature. "Though I must say, this development does complicate our plans for entering the garden."

Alice followed his gaze to the door and frowned. "Yes, that does present a problem." She looked down at her transformed body, taking inventory of the changes. Her arms, once slender and pale, now rippled with muscle that would be remarkable on a man, let alone a young woman. Her legs, what she could see of them beneath the ruins of her dress, had thickened substantially, the definition visible even through her torn stockings.

"I suppose this means my adventures in Wonderland will take a different path this time," she mused, rising to her full height once more. The movement caused another seam to give way, and she hurriedly adjusted what remained of her clothing. "Though I find myself rather poorly dressed for whatever comes next."

Theodore cleared his throat, his cheeks coloring. "Indeed." He glanced down at the cake in his hand once more, a calculated look crossing his features. "I wonder..."

"Theo, wait—" Alice began, but he had already taken a bite.

For a moment, nothing happened, just as with Alice. Then Theodore's eyes widened.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, unconsciously echoing Alice's initial reaction. "That is... most peculiar."

Unlike Alice, however, Theodore did not begin to grow immediately. Instead, he found himself overwhelmed by a strange tingling sensation that coursed through his body, centering in his limbs and core. He looked down at his hands, flexing them experimentally, but saw no immediate change.

"I don't understand," he said, looking up at Alice in confusion. "Nothing's happening."

Alice's brow furrowed as she studied him. "Perhaps it affects different people in different ways? Or maybe—" She cut herself off, her eyes widening. "Theo, look at your waistcoat!"

Theodore glanced down and realized that his clothing, which had fit perfectly moments before, now seemed to hang more loosely on his frame. As they watched, the effect became more pronounced. His sleeves, previously tailored to his wrists, now extended past his hands. His trousers, once ending precisely at his ankles, now pooled around his feet.

"I'm... shrinking?" Theodore asked incredulously, the pitch of his voice rising slightly as panic set in.

"It would appear so," Alice confirmed, watching with fascination as her companion diminished before her eyes. "How curious that the same cake would have opposite effects on us."

Theodore continued to decrease in size, his clothes becoming increasingly ill-fitting as he shrank. What had started as a tall, well-built young man of six feet was rapidly becoming a significantly smaller version of himself. His once-commanding presence dwindled as he lost inch after inch of height.

"This is most distressing," Theodore said, his voice noticeably higher now. He had to tilt his head back at an increasingly extreme angle to meet Alice's gaze as the disparity between them grew ever more pronounced.

"On the contrary," Alice replied thoughtfully, "it's quite fitting for Wonderland. Nothing is ever as it appears, and even the same stimulus can produce wildly different results." She knelt down once more, though now she loomed over him even more dramatically. "Besides, this rather solves our door problem, doesn't it? You'll be able to fit through with no difficulty at all soon."

Theodore was not comforted by this observation. By now, he stood barely four feet tall and continuing to shrink, his clothes hanging off him like a child playing dress-up in his father's wardrobe. The transformation finally slowed and then stopped when he reached approximately three feet in height—a full five feet shorter than Alice's new seven-plus foot stature.

The contrast between them was stark and surreal. Where Theodore had once looked down at Alice, he now barely reached her knees. His clothing, designed for a man twice his current size, draped around him like voluminous robes. Alice, meanwhile, had been transformed into something out of a mythological tale—a giantess with the muscular development of a classical statue, her shredded dress revealing glimpses of a physique that defied Victorian sensibilities entirely.

Theodore gathered his oversized clothing around himself as best he could, attempting to maintain some dignity despite the absurdity of their situation. "Well," he said after a moment, his voice now noticeably higher-pitched, "this is... not at all what I expected when I agreed to accompany you today."

Alice couldn't help but laugh, the sound filling the round hall. "No, I imagine not." She reached down, offering her hand to him—a hand that could now easily envelop his entire arm. "But as I believe I mentioned earlier, Wonderland is rarely what one expects."

Theodore eyed her outstretched hand warily. "I'm not certain I'm ready to be... handled."

"Don't be ridiculous, Theo. You can hardly go wandering about in clothes ten times too large for you. Besides," she added with a mischievous smile, "I believe I saw a tiny waistcoat floating in the rabbit hole that might be much more suitable for your new proportions."

Before Theodore could protest further, Alice gently scooped him up, lifting him as easily as she had the glass table earlier. He let out an undignified yelp as he found himself elevated to her eye level, held securely in hands that could now easily crush him if she weren't careful.

"This is... most improper," he repeated weakly, acutely aware of his vulnerability.

"As you've already noted," Alice replied, her voice resonating through her transformed chest. "But necessity often trumps propriety, especially in places such as this." She set him carefully on the glass table, where he now stood at approximately the height he would have been on the floor before their transformations. "Now, shall we see about finding you some more appropriate attire before we continue our adventure?"

Theodore looked up at her, still struggling to adjust to their reversed dynamic. Where he had once been the protector, the guide, the voice of reason, he now found himself literally and figuratively looked down upon by the very person he had promised to supervise. It was humbling, disorienting, and—though he was reluctant to admit it—oddly exhilarating.

"I suppose we have little choice," he conceded, attempting to gather what remained of his dignity. "Though I maintain that this entire situation is utterly preposterous."

Alice smiled down at him, her transformed face somehow still capturing the essence of the young woman he knew despite the dramatic changes to her physical form. "Preposterous is precisely what makes Wonderland wonderful, dear Theo. Now, let's find that waistcoat and continue our journey—though I suspect it will be a very different adventure than either of us anticipated."

As she spoke, the door they had unlocked earlier swung open wider, as if inviting them to enter despite their drastically altered proportions. Beyond, the garden beckoned, lush and vibrant and full of unknown possibilities.

"After you," Theodore said with a resigned sigh, gesturing toward the door. "Though I believe you may need to duck."

Alice laughed again, the sound reverberating through her powerful new frame. "Indeed. It seems Wonderland has a great many new lessons to teach us both about perspective." She knelt down, her massive frame folding elegantly despite its new proportions, and peered through the doorway into the garden beyond. "And I, for one, am most eager to learn them."

With that, she carefully lifted Theodore once more and, cradling him against her transformed body, stepped toward the next phase of their unexpected adventure.