Chapter 2 – A Fanciful Wardrobe
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There was no immediate sign of Jay, and Audrey decided to take the win for what it was.
She was still hopelessly aroused, her inner thighs smeared with slick and groin throbbing, but there were no more magic mirrors or portals or anything, so she seemed to be relatively safe. Her new tunnel seemed to be part of a proper rabbit's burrow with its dirt walls and many, many exposed roots, until it got to the point where it was difficult for Audrey to drift downwards without her dress catching on something.
So when she caught what seemed to be a thicker root forming a sort of ledge, she decided to take advantage of the refuge it offered and take a break from her descent. She'd start anew later – she had to if she wanted to find Jay – but that would require going down head first if she didn't want any troubles, which was just- she needed a break. She needed to catch her breath.
Curling up in the low darkness was the closest she'd come to safe since she'd come to Wonderland, and she made the most of it. She needed to strategize, needed to think, but also-
She could feel the change Doug had potioned onto her still very much in affect, and that was- obviously, that was something she'd need to fix before she got back to the real world. She had to be absolutely perfectly proportioned for Ben, she couldn't give him any more excuses to drift away from her, and even if they did drift apart, she still needed to live up to her reputation of perfect beauty for the next prince she formed an alliance with. It wasn't necessarily fair, but it was the hand life had dealt her.
With a swallow, Audrey reached for the hem of her skirt, yanking it up in one deft motion before she could change her mind. She was- yep- still wet, still very much sporting an enlarged clit and maybe- well, Ben was nice. And while he was breathtaking intelligent in some areas, he was also remarkably dumb in others. There was a chance he wasn't familiar with female anatomy yet; she could probably sell this as normal. Or even better, make it seem like only the most fortunate and magically-inclined fairytale princesses were equipped with such enlarged equipment. Yeah, that could work, it would feed into Ben's whimsical side – he did love a good story. Audrey was sure she could come up with some sort of ancient legend or-
"Oh, do you want to get that off?" a voice said from somewhere above Audrey, and she jerked suddenly, brushing her skirt down, only to find it caught on a handful of roots. "We can help you!"
"What?" Audrey breathed, and then the roots seemed to move, all of them, and she realized the voice – or voices now – were coming from them.
"Get it off her!" one of them cheered as she started falling down the hole anew, but this time there were roots everywhere reaching out towards her – almost like hands – smooth but firm, snagging her dress and twisting her to and frow until she felt her skirt getting dragged up, up, up.
"We got it!" a voice declared to a series of jubilant cheers, and then there were roots curling around her ankles, dragging Audrey down while her dress was slowly but surely pulled off of her.
"Knock it off," Audrey growled, trying desperately to keep a hold of her top. She'd already lost her panties today, she didn't plan on losing more, but Wonderland was insistent.
"We're helping!" a root cheered, and with a mighty rip, Audrey's dress was yanked away.
And then she was just- in her heels and bra. That was it. That was all she had.
"Yay!" the roots sang, and they kept touching Audrey. She wasn't falling so much as being lowered by a series of very handsy vines and roots, grazing up her legs, squeezing her butt, her boobs, tickling her abdomen, caressing the low dip of her pelvis until she spasmed, blindsided by a sudden burst of ticklishness.
The vines paused, as though intrigued by this, then attacked her with renewed focus, determined to find those ticklish spots.
"W-What are you-" Audrey gasped as the back of her calves were attacked, vines holding her in place when she tried to yank her feet away. "H-Hey."
"Hay is for horses!" a root cheered as another set of vines started flicking feathery leaves against her inner thighs. "You're not a horse!"
"Or are you?" another root asked. "Are you a horse?"
"We don't get many visitors," a vine said in her ear. "So we try to make it count when we do. Aren't we good hosts?"
If Audrey could catch her breath, she would confirm that they were not, in fact, good hosts, but it was Wonderland so maybe this was exactly what the world of chaos' interpretation of what a good host would be, and it would backfire on her if she tried to dispute it. So she pushed that thought away, instead stuck on the fact that here she was – a princess of Auroria and Ulstead – mostly naked in Wonderland, getting tickled until she couldn't breathe.
This was not how she intended to spend her afternoon.
And what was worse was that she could feel herself pulse with excitement, as though she'd been so stimulated this afternoon she couldn't help but register arousal with each and every ounce of attention delivered towards the less-attended areas of her body. She was gasping for breath, trying to evade what roots she could, when she came to another sudden halt, her ankles clasped in firm holds and thrown wide, arms pinned together above her head while she reclined on a nest of roots. Before her, yet another mirror appeared to reveal the shameful display of her giggling and writhing, her enlarged clit bouncing as she got wetter and wetter from this stupid display.
"Look how much she likes it!" a root cheered. "She's so happy!"
"Can we make you happier?" a vine whispered, some of its leaves curling over the cup of her bra, beginning to press against the dainty material and her skin. It was dangerously close to her nipple.
"What can we do to make you happier?" another root asked.
"S-Stop ti-tickling me," Audrey managed to gasp, unable to tear her gaze away from the mirror. She was a sucker for punishment, she guessed. She should be embarrassed, humiliated, but all she could register was a frustrated swell of arousal at her debauched form.
"But it makes you so happy!" the vine said. "Is there something you're missing? Something that can make this better?"
They all kept asking her, voices one on top of the other, they all wanted it to be better and there were touches everywhere and as dumb as it looked and as good as it felt, there was one place they were all stubbornly ignoring, the one on open, willing display by their own efforts, and Audrey- at first she thought they were building up to it, but it seemed like they weren't going to touch her groin at all, and that was- obviously, that should be a benefit, but she was so worked up by now, tired of being constantly on edge- she just wanted some relief, and all the tickling was not helping.
Some of the vines got close, brushing against the clean-shaved area where her pubes would be, and she pulsed with anticipation, throat thick at the thought of relief, that this was finally it, but they- no, they moved no further, content to caress that ticklish spot, leaving Audrey jolting and on edge, far from the relief she wanted.
It was enough to make her patience and common sense finally snap, and since she was very much desperate at this point, she found herself spouting out nonsense before she could think better of it.
"Between my legs!" she shouted, the vines coming to an abrupt halt at the noise. "T-Tickle between my legs."
There was a long, painful pause.
"You mean you want us to finger you?" a root said, making Audrey jolt. "You want us to finger you hard, because you're a needy, needy slut?"
"I'm not needy," Audrey hissed, her face flooding with heat.
"You just tried to trick us," a vine sniffed. "You wouldn't have done that if you weren't a needy slut."
"If you are a needy slut, that's a different matter," a different vine hummed. "You couldn't help yourself. You had to try."
There was a chorus of agreement while Audrey felt her face get hotter, her entire body heat raising because they might not know what a horse was but of course they knew the ins and outs of sexual intimacy.
"I'm not a needy slut," Audrey huffed.
"Then you certainly don't need us to finger you," a root hummed, and then Audrey found herself getting slowly lowered again, but this time there was no tickling, just a bounty of feather light caresses that still left her twitching in response.
Throughout the entire process, there was a steady accompaniment of murmurs that Audrey couldn't quite block out if she tried. Murmurs of 'look how wet' and 'that's a slut alright' and 'she didn't even want her clothes' when Audrey very much had. She was doing her best to hold onto her anger, because lashing out would only worsen her situation, that she hadn't been paying as much attention as she should have. As such, she was unprepared when a thick, almost trunk-like branch settled between her legs, leaving Audrey straddling it with a sudden halt.
But this was- it was different from all the others. It was comprised of the same material that had been on the seat of the rocking horse, all squishy bumps and rigids and tendrils, and that was the only warning Audrey got before she found herself dragged forward, down a slide intended to wreck her restraint.
"Fuck!" she gasped, trying to close her legs to slow herself down, but that only drew her more into the delicious friction, and her wrists were pinned together by vines that kept her arms above her head. She was dragged forward relentlessly, throbbing anew, and after all those minutes of teasing it left an explosion of pleasure behind Audrey's eyelids. It wasn't enough to push her over the edge completely, but it was certainly more than she'd been getting.
Wonderland was dumb, Wonderland was amazing, she hated this, she loved it-
"I told you she'd like it!" a root cheered. "Because she's a slut!"
"I'm not a slut," Audrey gasped, moving forward, forward, forward and it was so good, she was so close-
A gasp, and suddenly it was gone, Audrey held in place with a curl of vines wrapping around her waist, another few holding her ankles wide. She was pitched forward, bent in half, and she could see no more vines or roots ahead of her. They were all behind her, and could see her telling need.
"Are you not really?" a vine asked, and Audrey's breath caught when she felt a leaf prod against her groin, curling against her with the threat to probe deeper, finally exploring the space that had been ignored for so long. "Because if you are, that would be understandable."
Audrey was- she had already lost. She knew that. Maybe if she played along with Wonderland instead of fighting it, she could get through this with slightly less irritation.
It wasn't like Jay was here to see her break anyway.
"I am!" she gasped, throwing her dignity to the wind because it wasn't like it mattered anymore. "I'm a needy slut and I need you to please, please, please finger me. I just- I need to come! Please let me come!"
Her voice seemed to echo with a ruthless neediness, a thundering shame in her ears, but there was no taking it back. She'd said it, and now they knew what she wanted, and she was so close-
"Ah, too bad we don't help sluts," the vine said, slithering away from her entirely, and then Audrey was sent careening into the darkness, swallowing curses under her breath because fuck her damn life.
Wonderland was- ugh. It took what it wanted, but she had to- this was a good thing. She needed to stay focused, not get distracted by her hormones. This was a good thing in the end.
Really.
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Eventually Audrey found herself spat back out into the main tunnel – which was terrible, because she'd lost most her clothes – but made slightly better when she found herself falling into an armchair. Granted, knowing her luck it would find a way to tease and humiliate the hell out of her, but at least for now she had some coverage. That was a minor comfort.
At least until she came face-to-face with a wide-eyed Jay who seemed to be spat out of whatever tunnel he'd been stuck in moments after her. Of course, he was still perfectly, wonderfully clothed.
And Audrey was not.
"Don't look at me!" Audrey hissed, grabbing up the lacy throw pillow that had been tucked against her side and shoving it between her legs.
"I didn't see anything!" Jay pressed, holding his hands up in a sort of surrender, his cheeks flushed with annoyance once more. "I promise."
"What the hell good is a promise from you?" Audrey snapped, knowing it was highly unlikely that Jafar had raised Jay with any sense of honor. "Never mind. Where have you been?"
"Falling?" Jay offered with a shrug. He was still looking at her, but he likely thought the request no longer applied now that she was suitably covered. "It's kind of boring, actually." He cleared his throat. "I'm uh- guessing it wasn't the same for you, seeing as you lost your…"
"Yeah, go ahead and laugh it up," Audrey drawled, her eyes narrowed in frustration. "Wonderland will get you too."
"Sure it will," Jay hummed. "Anyway…"
He trailed off for what Audrey assumed was some sort of sense of theatrics, but then she realized he was distracted by the fact that Audrey's chair seemed to be moving. Instead of invisible arms, the chair itself morphed to raise her legs over the armrests, a bump in the material pushing them back, as wide as they could go, her knees dangling over either side.
"Um," Jay said, his cheeks tinged pink. "You're very flexible."
"Fuck off," Audrey hissed. This was just her luck. Until this point, Jay hadn't been aware of any sexual shenanigans Audrey had been put through, but it seemed that Wonderland wasn't going to be satisfied with that anymore.
"Sure-sure," Jay said, offering the words in rapid succession. "We'll just keep falling- hey look, a map!"
He tried to divert his focus and Audrey, for once, joined him, though she was looking for a wardrobe more than anything else. She needed new clothes. She also needed to get a handle on her bitterness – she was the noble one who had come to save Jay, but she was also the one getting all of Wonderland's bullshit. It wasn't fair, but that was just Wonderland. Expecting the chaos of the universe to be fair was unreasonable, and-
Audrey jolted, her eyes going wide as she did everything she could not to look down. There was- her clit, it felt like it had slid through a gap in the lace of the pillow, and it was- it was warm and good and buzzing, which might have been what she'd wanted before but it wasn't what she needed now, but the more she tried to pull herself away, the more trapped she felt.
She tried to keep her movements subtle at first, but she stopped caring the more firmly the pillow pressed against her groin, threatening it with the same warm texture. She needed this off, damned if it covered her. She could just use her hands-
"Um," Jay said, and when Audrey looked up, she caught a mirror just behind Jay that gave her a good view of what he saw, which was-
Audrey, the greatest princess of Auradon, eagerly rutting into a pillow.
"I'm not-" Audrey gasped, her hips seeming to move on her own. "I'm not doing this on purpose."
"I uh- didn't think you were," Jay said. "Not in front of me. I mean-" He scrambled to protect his reputation. "There was a chance that I'd finally gotten through to you-"
"You haven't," Audrey huffed, something that transitioned into a loud moan when the pillow seemed to morph around her, shifting around, below, until with a flash of light, it materialized as a pair of ruffled, lace panties. It would be a step up if the ribbed texture inside didn't keep teasing her clit, or if the material was slightly thicker. As it was, she knew it wouldn't take her long to soak through these things, leaving them absolutely see through.
With a snarl, she pushed away from the chair, Wonderland allowing the action and banishing the piece of furniture into the void.
At least she had more clothes now.
"Fuck this fucking place," she muttered, and had a second to compose herself until something caught her hard in the stomach.
It was a thick branch – with a normal branch texture, thankfully – and the force of her descent left her bent over it, which would have been slightly worse were Jay not in front of her. Thankfully, he was, and he also seemed to come to a halt while Audrey tried to figure out what else Wonderland was going to throw at her before she felt a sharp smack delivered against her rear.
She flailed, and tried to push away from the branch, only to find herself trapped in place again. Which – of course. There was nothing she could do but lie there and take it, spank after spank delivered by what seemed to be a paddle, if the helpful mirror behind Jay was any indication.
She'd trained to maintain her composure in even the most dire of circumstances, so she was doing a good job of holding back her pain until a sudden blow between her legs – soft but completely unpredictable – startled a curse from her.
"Fuck," she hissed, and was rewarded with ten more rapid blows, which just- the only way this could be worse was if she was bent over Jay's knee and he was doing it himself, though if it were Ben who were interested in such things…
Shit. She felt herself getting wet again, could feel the thin material of the panties begin to cling to her, and she could only imagine the sight she must have made – at least until the mirror behind Jay helpfully reflected the image displayed in the new mirror that lowered behind her, something that very much displayed her excitement in the matters at hand. By the time the paddle stopped, the material by her crotch was completely translucent, and Jay a dark shade of red, for all that his gaze was awkwardly pointed at his boots.
"Um," Jay said as they began to drift down once more. "Maybe Wonderland doesn't like foul language."
"At this point, you might be right," Audrey grumbled, rubbing at her sore bottom. "Wonderland's rules are inconsistent, applied how they want, but there does seem to be a minor correlation-"
She gasped when she felt fabric get dragged up her legs, and looked down to see that she was falling into a set of puffy bloomers, not unlike Lady Alice might have worn in her time.
"Cute," Jay noted when they had settled in place.
Okay, at least that was more coverage. Maybe it was to make up for the soaked through panties? She'd take it.
"Thanks," Audrey muttered, giving politeness a shot. She needed to get back on track. She'd allowed herself to be distracted for too long. "Now, the only way to make it through Wonderland successfully is to follow its prompts to the best of your ability. Eventually, it will let you out again."
At least, that was what the firsthand recollection of the few individuals that had accidentally stumbled into Wonderland's depths and managed to come out again reported.
Of course, they certainly hadn't reported anything like this, but if their adventures were anything like Audrey's, she wouldn't have said anything either. These experiences were going to stay in Wonderland and Wonderland alone.
"Seems easy enough," Jay hummed. "I mean, right now all we're doing is floating, and that's not too hard."
For him. For Audrey it was an exercise in losing clothes and getting turned on by a series of absurd circumstances.
"We should be nearing the bottom soon," Audrey said, peering down. Yep, this was totally normal. Just chilling with a VK in only her underwear. This was fine. "If it's anything like Lady Alice's story-"
She cut off when a familiar umbrella drifted into view, and she wasn't even surprised when it hooked into the bottom of her bra, right between her cleavage.
At some point, she needed to take her own advice – follow the prompts.
"Could you look away, please?" she asked through gritted teeth, and Jay was all too eager to oblige, perhaps not smart enough to realize what was going on.
With a sigh, Audrey reached behind her and undid the clasp to her bra, watching with a faint annoyance as the umbrella puffed open and lifted it away.
She hadn't even done anything that time. Hadn't been rude, she was cooperating, and she was still topless.
It was bullshit.
"So uh- I'm guessing you don't have a top anymore," Jay said, still looking at the far wall.
So he had put the pieces together. But he'd looked away.
Nope, not falling for that.
"I do not," Audrey confirmed, covering her chest with one arm. "I-"
She flipped again with a cry and found herself going headfirst into some kind of wardrobe. It was a Wonderland wardrobe, of course, so it was much bigger on the inside than the outside, and hosted a variety of clothing that drifted past her too quickly to evaluate, some bright pops of color, others focused more on volume, and Audrey seeming to careen through most of them, getting hit in the face with ruffles and feathers and hangers. She couldn't hear Jay anymore, so he probably couldn't hear her either, so she tried to focus on her immediate issue. She needed clothing and Wonderland had put her in a wardrobe. That was the closest to a victory she'd gotten that day, so she started grabbing whatever was in reach, hoping something might be useful.
It didn't go well. The hangers were the real issue, and in short order, Audrey found them catching onto the bloomers and dragging them off her legs as she fell forward. A moment later, this was repeated with her new panties. Somehow or other, her heels caught on something, and she lost them too, until she was completely naked, tumbling through a series of stupid clothes.
"Please, please, please," she gasped, scrambling at the fabric. "Give me something."
A shift, a turn, and she felt something get dragged up her legs, something settle on her feet, and when she drifted past a mirror she realized she'd been given thigh high stockings and dainty high heels with platforms impressive enough that it would be difficult for even her, with all her training, to walk.
It was something, but it wasn't enough, which was all Audrey had time to process before she found herself become entangled in some sort of fluffy lines. She flailed, spinning and jerking, and found herself helplessly tied up by- feather boas?
Yes, it was boas that had her awkwardly suspended in the air. Her knees were bent, ankles bound up behind her. There were some lines around her shoulders that made her back arch, something had her chest sticking out proudly, and of course none of the feathers actually covered anything she cared about. She was trapped, and when she tried pulling on one boa to give herself some slack, it would cause something else to shift.
She was in the process of trying to figure out the best way to free herself when a stray feather seemed drift by, brushing past her breast. The long, soft tip seemed to catch against her nipple, and the odd sensation made her twitch, breath catching at the odd rush that followed.
There was a pause, and then another long feather manifested, this one deliberately spinning around her other nipple.
Audrey jolted.
"S-Stop," she gasped, face hot as she realized she was enjoying the odd sensation. It wasn't the time though, she couldn't just enjoy this, but then- "Shit," she hissed when a mirror materialized before her, because there was another feather teasing her enlarged clit, and she couldn't- not like this.
She couldn't be the princess that was so desperate that she got off from feathers. That wasn't something she wanted in her mind, and yet the feathers were relentless, and there was no denying that the princess reflected in the mirror definitely enjoyed what was going on, her folds twitching anew with each insubstantial tease.
"Come on," she huffed, yanking on a random boa out of frustration and crying out when it made a different boa slam hard between her legs.
Her position shifted, her legs falling with a sudden rush, something that increased the pressure of the new boa. It was tight, too tight, and in the mirror she could see the lips of her vagina spill over the edge, could feel it grinding against her clit and gravity- it was working again, pushing her full weight into it. She pulled on a different one and ended up bouncing up and down, something that rocked her with bursts of new need, and all the while, her nipples were teased into hard nubs that proudly protruded into the air, something that would be impossible to hide without a new bra.
"I-" she gasped when she felt she was getting close to a release.
She didn't care if it wasn't the time, she was tired of being on edge. She just wanted to get this over with, since Wonderland seemed determined for it to happen anyway, and if this was how she had to do it-
Without any warning, the boas disappeared, and Audrey found herself tumbling again.
She landed a few moments later with a soft thump, sliding down what seemed to be an ottoman curved like a slide until she came to an abrupt halt, her hands pinned together by the remnants of the boas. An insult to injury, really, but she was immediately distracted by the pressure eased against her groin as Audrey's descent properly slowed, her feet hitting a wall and bending as gravity coaxed her close to it.
With a blink, Audrey realized she'd tumbled into what seemed to be a mess of shoes, and the pressure against her groin was the ball of a purple boot not unlike the kind Mal might wear. In fact, it looked exactly like-
Well, that was- fine, whatever. Audrey had bigger problems, honestly. She supposed her next course of action was to free herself from the boas properly. At least she wasn't hanging anymore. The bad news, of course, was that gravity was still in effect, and with the ottoman slanted as it was, it left Mal's- the purple boot, pointedly pressing into her.
There were worse things, though, so Audrey kept her focus on the boas, raising her wrists to her mouth to see if she could bite them off. A princess had to do what a princess had to do, after all. She was in the process of searching for a knot that may or may not exist when the weight between her legs suddenly shifted, lifting up just enough to grind against her clit in a deliberate motion.
Audrey startled, head jolting back, but the boot continued to grind against her in deliberate motions, a steady, unrelenting pressure that was- it was fine, but then it'd catch her clit and-
"Fuck," Audrey gasped, because she really learned nothing.
A moment later found her flat out on her back, her arms above her head and her heels caught in something that kept her close to the purple boot that kept teasing her with pressure that was enough to be stimulating without ever properly following through. She bit back a moan of frustration before she found her hips shifting, Audrey chasing the boot to take care of things herself. Only then did she find a smidgeon of satisfaction, something that left her pulsing all over again, and this was- oh fuck, there were feathers teasing her nipples again, making her shudder and shake.
She hadn't realized her eyes had fallen shut until she opened them and found – but of course – another mirror up above her, and that was- not hot, no, nope, it wasn't hot to see her eagerly rutting into what seemed to be Mal's boot. It was degrading and sad, and not something she should be enjoying, but it felt so good.
She'd just given up on her personal dignity for the moment when the pressure finally disappeared, and she looked down to see the boot pulling back, shifting to reveal the sold of it jutting up at an angle. Without thinking, Audrey followed it, the boa allowing the slack she needed to do so, until she was leaning against the wall of shoes with her bound hands, lowering herself in an odd crouch so she could continue to get friction against the bottom of the boot and- yes, she was humping it, humping it like a sad dog, but she needed something and if she had to straddle this boot to get it, then so be it.
It continued like that for a few minutes, at least until Audrey realized that she was never going to get the proper leverage she needed to actually get off. Through the fog of arousal, she realized she'd been wasting time, and while she was confident she'd get back to Jay sooner or later, she should probably focus on getting some clothes rather than chasing her own pleasure.
Biting at her bottom lip, she remembered the haughty voices of the roots from before.
But she wasn't a needy slut. She wasn't, not matter what she'd said in a moment of desperation.
With a shake of her head, Audrey refocused her energy on breaking free of the boa, shifting her weight back onto her heels. Which might have been successful if she'd remembered the platform stilettos she was wearing, but she hadn't, so of course she lost her balance a moment later, unceremoniously toppling off the edge of the ottoman with a flail.
Damnit, damnit, damnit, why had she wasted so much time? She needed to find some clothes-
"Do you need help?" a cheerful voice asked from nearby, and Audrey assumed it was part of the wardrobe somehow manifesting a personality not unlike the roots from before, but this time when she looked over, she found a small fairy floating down beside her.
Audrey decided to take the olive branch for what it was.
"Yes, please," she said, remembering that manners were important. "I need to get some clothes."
"Oh, I can help with that!" the fairy cheered, and that was how Audrey found herself floating onto a pedestal that was positioned in front of a three-way dressing mirror, something that caught Audrey at all angles. "We'll have you fixed up in no time!"
"Thanks," Audrey sighed. "Could you just-"
A wave of the fairy's wand, and she was already launching into action, causing an explosion of shimmers to drape down Audrey's body, until at last the light faded away and was replaced with-
Honestly, it might have been better if Audrey stayed naked.
"What the-" Fuck, she managed to keep internally, but the thought was there. Instead of a proper dress, she'd been gifted a new skirt so short, it didn't cover much at all. If anything, she could see her panties poking out from underneath it, and if she turned at an angle, she could see that majority of her butt because she was definitely wearing a thong, and instead of a blouse, she had a bikini top.
"You don't like it," the fairy said, sounding disappointed. "Is it the skirt? Is it too long?"
"Too long?" Audrey echoed. "It's barely anything!"
"Well, I can't make it longer," the fairy huffed. "Then they won't be able to see your cute underwear."
Audrey rolled her eyes, deciding to take advantage of her now boa-free hands, reached down to get a proper look at the panties, lifting up the hem of the skirt to find-
"Light," she breathed, because the words 'Eat Me' were definitely printed on her crotch between all the ruffles and lace, and that was not appealing.
"I can fix that," the fairy said, and then in the next moment Audrey was greeted with a definite breeze as the entire crotch of her panties disappeared altogether.
Which also wasn't hot.
"And the top," the fairy continued, and with a wave of her wand, the bikini top glowed, twinkling for a moment before it slowly but surely began to shrink.
"H-Hey," Audrey said, her cheeks filling with warmth as she watched the pink fabric ride up her boobs in the mirror. It went higher and higher, until the bottom of the thing caught on the underside of her nipples, displaying a generous swell of underboob. The cups of the bikini had shrunk into tiny triangles that only just barely covered her nipples, leaving almost everything on display. One wrong move, and it would all be over. If she actually wore this in public-
Not that- she definitely couldn't do that ever, no matter how much she rocked it. It wouldn't be becoming. Even on a private beach with Ben, she couldn't-
"How about this?" the fairy asked, and then the skirt was fading away, Audrey's panties shifting. The crotchless window was replaced with a thin band that covered her most precious area and nothing else. There was a small bump where her clit strained against it, and it was- she may as well be wearing nothing. Did people actually buy stuff like this?
No, obviously they couldn't, there wouldn't be a market for it- right?
"You like it," the fairy cheered, sounding smug. "I can see how much you like it."
"That doesn't mean anything," Audrey snapped, because that arousal was definitely from before. "I need proper clothing. Stuff that will actually cover me."
"Fine," the fairy huffed, and with a flick of her wand, the flimsy strings that had once been Audrey's panties multiplied into lacy, ruffle-bound bloomers.
They were tight and definitely didn't cover the entirety of her rear, her cheeks spilling out the bottom of them, but they were a step up from before. Atop that, she was gifted a generous but short petticoat, something that puffed out obnoxiously. No matter how she moved, they would definitely show off the panties, but at least they were substantial.
"Do I have to change the top?" the fairy asked. "You like it so much."
"I don't," Audrey hissed, and then the tiny triangles surrounding her nipples seemed to squeeze down around them relentlessly, molding to them and pinching. Audrey gasped at the sudden sensation, eyes widening as she watched the firm nubs get flicked and rolled by the enchanted fabric, until she was panting all over again, feeling herself begin to moisten the new panties.
"It's not good to lie," the fairy said in a singsong voice.
"Get- get this off me," Audrey snapped, trying to pull the enchanted clothing from her body.
"I thought you wanted to be covered," the fairy said, sounding smug.
"I do, just not with-" Audrey gasped when the inner texture of the cups seemed to change, and it was- the tentacles from the rocking chair, they were attacking her nipples, almost like- as though something was licking, and it was so unfamiliar yet so strangling good that she couldn't help but moan.
A beat, and she realized in the reflection of the mirror that she was no longer attempting to pull off the top so much as dig it more firmly into her nipples, pinching and squeezing to increase the friction.
"Do you still want it off?" the fairy asked, teasing.
"Y-Yes," Audrey managed. "Yes, I-"
Audrey's head fell back with a sharp cry when she felt something- did it push into her nipple? A small tendril, firm but insistent, and it was slurping around the inside, wiggling and-
Oh fuck, she was so wet.
She moaned, one hand falling to palm between her legs, deftly tucking up under the petticoat to grind against her panties. In the mirror, her breasts bounced and strained within the enchanted confines of the top.
A small part of her wondered how much Ben would like it.
"Let's build these up," the fairy hummed, and Audrey had no idea what that meant, couldn't care as she increased the pressure of her hand. She fumbled for the waistband of her panties, trying to get a finger inside, but they were stretched taunt and she- fuck it, she didn't care, she'd get off on grinding, and-
Just as quickly as it was there, the top was gone, and the tentacles gone with it.
As Audrey caught her breath, she could only stare dumbly into the reflection of the mirror, awareness slowly but surely drifting back to her.
It was then she noticed that her nipples were much larger than before.
Fucking fuck, it'd happened again.
"You're welcome," the fairy sang, catching the recognition on Audrey's face. "Let's get something to show those off, shall we?"
Thankfully, showing off in this instance still kept Audrey covered, even if it wasn't ideal. She found herself thrust into a too tight, too short, distinctly too low-cut version of Lady Alice's dress – though hers was done up in a respectable pink. The dress seemed to adhere tightly to her nipples, molding to reveal every bump and curve, leaving nothing to the imagination, and the torso of the dress seemed designed to push her breasts up, making them look extra perky.
Still, at least she was covered. It was a win she would gladly take at this point.
She was debating offering thanks when the skirt puffed up like a parachute not unlike before, and she found herself drifting out of the wardrobe, somehow even more aroused and frustrated than earlier.
"Hey, a new dress!" Jay cheered, seemingly entirely unphased by her new sexy attire. He didn't even stare at her cleavage once, or her legs, though she supposed at this point, he'd seen far more from her than this. "That was nice of Wonderland."
He seemed to mean it too, which was even more insulting. Part of her wished he'd simply leered. It would have been easier to handle.
"Nice for you," Audrey grumbled, trying to keep a hold of the status quo. "Though I suppose it's better than-"
Both of them grunted as they came to a halt, Jay collapsing in what seemed to be a pile of cushions while Audrey's ankles caught on the same stupid bar Lady Alice had encountered. Her skirt flipped down again, but Jay had already seen worse from her so Audrey didn't react as she righted herself, even though she wanted to.
Okay, badmouthing anything seemed to also get her 'punished', much like cursing. Obviously, she just needed to behave. Or do whatever Wonderland considered behaving.
She'd figure it out by the end of things, hopefully.
Hopefully.
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Endnotes:
Shoutout to everyone who supports this smexy wonderland nonsense! Thanks for all the encouragement, team, it makes me feel better for indulging in these whims.
Until next time :)
