Now small of size, Alice was exploring Wonderland on her own. It was a place where nothing was as it was supposed to be and everyone was what they weren't supposed to be. Alice kept getting surprised by the magnificent creatures and places she encountered. She never wanted to go home. By now, she had seen a strange looking blue dog, a flying pirate ship, a dinosaur in a bowler hat and a talking llama, and it just kept getting stranger, as she went along.
Now, she was walking through a garden of flowers. Most of them were taller than her, given that she was only three inches herself after all. It was so weird how the flowers were the size of trees from Alice' perspective. They were quite beautiful though and smelled like anything but flowers. Like burning wood or vanilla or gasoline or coconut shampoo.
"How unusual." Alice was thinking out loud. No one could hear her anyway. Or so she thought.
"Yes, darling. We are very unusual," a voice said. It was weird, it seemed like it came from a tall rose.
"I beg your pardon, but uhh… did you… oh, that's nonsense. Flowers can't talk," Alice said and shook her head in disbelief.
"But of course we can talk, my dear," the rose said, seriously freaking Alice out.
"If there's anyone worth talking to," an iris behind her suddenly burst out, making Alice turn on her heel.
"Or about!" a daisy said and laughed.
All of a sudden, every flower around her was speaking all at once. The whole meadow of flowers came alive.
"Hey!" she yelled as loudly as she could with her little squeaky voice.
"Sorry, my dear. So what kind of garden do you come from?" the rose asked her.
"Well I don't come from any garden…" Alice said innocently.
"Oh, do you suppose she's a wild flower?" a daisy exclaimed.
"Oh no." Alice giggled. "I'm not a wild flower…"
"Just what specie, or shall we say, genus, are you, my dear?" the rose said and pulled a stalk around Alice' shoulders like an arm.
"Well, I suppose you call me a genus, humanus, eh… Alice!"
"Ever seen an Alice with a blossom like that?" a daisy said to an iris.
"Come to think of it, did you ever see an Alice?" the iris said and examined Alice' appearance.
"And did you notice her petals? What a peculiar color!" the daisy said and referenced to Alice' white and blue dress. Then it lifted up on her skirt with its stalks and pointed at her legs. "Just look at those stems!"
"Rather scrawny, I'd say," the iris said and snorted.
"But I'm not a flower!" Alice protested and stamped on the ground. Although she weren't that intimidating with her tiny stature
"Aha! Just as I suspected! She's nothing but a common mobile vulgaris!" the iris whispered.
"Oh no!" all the flowers shouted with frightened voices.
"A common what?" Alice yelled at a loss.
"To put it bluntly: a weed!" the iris said disgusted.
"I'm not a weed!" Alice didn't know what to do. These flowers were impossible to talk to. Strange how that sentence would have been gibberish a day ago.
The rose looked concerned at Alice. "In that case, there's only one thing we can do." Alice and the rest of the flowers waited anxiously for the solution. "We will have to fuck her to make all of her weed cells go away."
"Excuse me," Alice said terror-stricken, as all the flowers started talking once again. "That makes no sense."
"Nothing does," the rose said. "It has to be done."
"Dibs!" the tulips yelled quickly.
"No, we'll do it!" the larkspurs said.
"It should be us!" one lily exclaimed.
"We're the best fuckers!" another lily added.
"No, we daisies fuck better, no doubt about that."
"Girls! Girls!" the rose said to calm the masses. "We can fuck her together."
Alice had never considered fucking with flowers but the idea made her kind of curious. How did it even work? She would soon find out.
A lot of the flowers had what looked like big fat slimy tentacles come towards little defenseless Alice.
"You fuck with tentacles?" she asked and gulped.
"These are not tentacles, but young pistils," the rose said. Her pistil was the largest. The end was long, thick, and a wide, spaded, bell-like flare that you could hardly fit your mouth around.
Alice wasn't sure about this. She stumbled backwards and started to crawl away, but two pistils from the daisies grabbed her by her blonde hair, as she tried to escape. She was helpless against them and whimpered.
More of the tentacle-like pistils from several of the frightening flowers around her rose and pressed against the arch of her feet, then round and up her thighs, round the backs of her knees and slowly toward her inner thighs. Her skirt was lifted up by some lilies and the rose looked directly at her bald pink pussy.
"What a peculiar petal you have," it said amazed. "And your stalks… they are so elastic and velvety," it added, talking about Alice' legs.
"I told you, I'm not a fucking flower!" Alice yelled while being touched all over her body by too many pistils to count.
"Nonsense," the iris said.
Alice gasped. The tip of a pistil pressed against her anus. It was moist, soft and cool. She arched and her mouth opened as the pressure build and the tiny, squirming tip slipped inside her and began to tickle the very inside of her gut.
"No!" she grunted. She didn't sign up for this!
Her fingers closed into fists, as she squirmed, rocked her hips back and forth and tried to expel the slippery feeler, but the pressure only build. Some pistils from the tulips wrapped around her thighs, separated her legs and pulled her hands back over her head. The motions turned her on as much as she didn't want them to. Pistils from some larkspurs grabbed her hair and made her throw her head back and stiffen as the mass of the pistil at her ass abruptly slipped through her tight anus. A sensation she had never felt before took over her body and made her moan loudly.
"Fuuuck!" she screamed. "Oh my god, fuckfuckfuck! How wonderful it is!"
More and more of the pistils pushed inside as the width forced her anus to open wider and wider. Her gut pushed and contracted again and again, as she instinctively tried to expel the increasing fullness. Somewhere, deep inside her gut, the worm-like tip of the pistil was tickling her. Her anus was as stretched as it could possibly be. Alice' movements changed as the deep pressure in her gut became impossibly pleasurable. Her flat belly stretched, as she moved her hips back and forth and her muscles clenched, pushed and relaxed. Her pussy was still empty, but it opened swelled and damped, while the pistils were filling her up from behind. Alice screamed and screamed. She couldn't even formulate words, just loud orgasmic whimpers.
Meanwhile, the daisies' pistils slimed over her chest and pulled down her dress, leaving her tits exposed. They fondled her boobs and the tips of them were tightening, noose-like, around her distended nipples, cutting their circulation, making them swell, red, moist and sensitive. Tentacles tugged her pinched nipples forward as her ankles were drawn up and back to her haunches, knees spread wide. Spasms of pleasure wracked her immobile body.
The larger pistil from the rose came for Alice' pussy. The broad flange of it slipped to the place where her skin began to divide and began to rub her clit, making her juices flow. She moaned and her eyes rolled back, as the monstrous head of the pistil lodged on the wet nook. She could do nothing to stop it, but moan her lounges out. Her face reddened with anticipation, as the pistil wetly opened the lips of her pussy. Her eyes widened and rolled again, as the pistil suddenly popped inside and effortlessly slid upward toward her womb. The feeling was great, but she didn't want it as much as her body did. However, her body was mad for it.
It thrusted again and again in unison with the anal penetration which was also going on. Each push made her toes curl. The shaft sliding up and back behind her distended and exposed clit, rubbing it, made her tremble. It pumped in further and further until her whole body was moving from the double pounding. She let out screams and moans, as she orgasmed continuously with only small pauses in between. The muscles of Alice' pussy powerfully gripped the huge pistil again and again, milking it. Over the white noise of her own heartbeat, she barely heard the rhythmic splash of water beneath her as you squirted. Only the whites of her eyes were visible.
"Yesyesyes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck those fucking weed cells out of me! Fuuuck!" she screamed.
When the pistils in her ass and pussy - or wherever they were hanging out on her body - finally withdrew, Alice was all sticky and close to being unconscious. She was laying on her back, still shaking and jolting. Her hair was messy and her body sore.
"I believe you're no danger to the garden anymore," the rose said complacent.
"Great," Alice gasped while breathing heavily. "Can I go now?"
"Of course," the iris said.
After some struggle, Alice managed to stand up and hobbled away from the meadow of flowers, her head still spinning.
Once she got home, she should write a book about this place, she thought. If she ever did get home.