Chapter 18 - Alice
In the strange wonderland of distorted reality, Alice had shrunk to the size of an insect. Surrounded by the unusual and unexpected, she couldn't help but marvel at the wonders before her. She'd seen a flying pirate ship, a bunny cop, a dinosaur in a bowler hat, and even a talking llama, and she was far from done exploring.
Her latest discovery was a garden of enormous flowers. They loomed over Alice like trees, and their fragrance was nothing like what she'd ever smelled before—burning wood, vanilla, gasoline and coconut shampoo.
"How unusual," Alice whispered to herself, her words carried away by the breeze. But she wasn't alone. A voice spoke from beside her, seemingly emanating from a tall rose.
"Yes, darling. We are very unusual," the rose replied, startling Alice.
Every flower around her came to life, their voices joining in a cacophony that made Alice's head spin.
"What kind of garden do you come from?" the rose asked.
"Oh, do you suppose she's a wild flower?" a daisy asked a nearby iris.
"Oh no." Alice giggled. "I'm not a wild flower..."
"Just what specie, or shall we say, genus, are you, my dear?" the rose inquired, wrapping a stalk around Alice's shoulders like an arm.
"Well, I suppose you call me a genus, humanus, eh... Alice!"
"Have you ever witnessed an Alice with such a magnificent bloom?" a daisy asked a nearby iris, their voices hushed but full of awe.
The daisy and iris exchanged glances before the iris spoke. "Come to think of it, did you ever see an Alice?"
"And did you notice her petals? What a peculiar color!" the daisy remarked, lifting Alice's skirt with its stalks and staring at her legs.
"Rather scrawny, I'd say," the iris snorted.
"But I'm not a flower!" Alice protested, stamping her foot on the ground. Though her small stature hardly made her intimidating.
"Aha! Just as I suspected! She's nothing but a common mobile vulgaris!" the iris hissed.
The flowers gasped in horror. "A common what?" Alice cried out in confusion.
"To put it bluntly: a weed!" the iris spat, disgusted.
"Oh no!" the flowers wailed in unison.
"I'm not a weed!" Alice protested, her voice wavering. These flowers were driving her crazy. It was hard to believe that just a day ago, this conversation would have been gibberish to her.
The rose regarded her sympathetically. "In that case, there's only one thing we can do." Alice and the rest of the flowers held their breath, waiting for the solution. "We will have to fuck you to make all of your weed cells go away."
"Excuse me?" Alice stammered, terror etched on her face as all the flowers began chattering at once. "That makes no sense."
"Nothing does," the rose sighed. "It has to be done."
"Dibs!" the tulips shouted eagerly.
"No, we'll do it!" the larkspurs countered.
"It should be us!" one lily exclaimed.
"We're the best fuckers!" another lily added.
"Girls! Girls!" the rose called out to quiet the group. "We can fuck her together."
Alice had never considered having sex with flowers before, but the idea intrigued her. How did it even work?
Many of the flowers had what appeared to be large, slimy tentacles moving towards her.
"You fuck with tentacles?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"These are not tentacles, but young pistils," the rose clarified. Her pistil was the largest, with a long, thick end that flared into a wide, spaded, bell-like shape that was almost too big to fit in Alice' mouth.
Alice wasn't sure about this. She tried to back away, but two pistils from the daisies grabbed her by her blonde hair, preventing her escape. She was helpless against them and whimpered.
More pistils, resembling tentacles, rose from several of the frightening flowers around her and pressed against the arch of her feet, then round and up her thighs, around the backs of her knees, and slowly towards her inner thighs. Her skirt was lifted by some lilies, and the rose gazed directly at her bald pink pussy.
"What a peculiar petal you have," it said, astonished. "And your stalks… they are so elastic and velvety," it added, referring to Alice's legs.
"I told you, I'm not a fucking flower!" Alice screamed, her body writhing as pistils groped her all over.
"Nonsense," the iris retorted.
Alice gasped as the tip of a pistil pressed against her anus. It was moist, soft, and cool. She arched her back and her mouth opened as the pressure built and the tiny, squirming tip slipped inside her, tickling 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 built. 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 she moaned loudly.
"Jesus Christ!" she screamed. "Holy shit, this is amazing!"
More and more of the pistils burrowed inside her, widening her anus and forcing her body to adjust. Her gut churned and convulsed as she instinctively tried to expel the overwhelming fullness. Deep within her, the worm-like tip of the pistil tickled her intimately. Her anus was stretched to its absolute limit. Alice's movements changed as the intense pressure in her gut morphed into an impossibly pleasurable sensation. Her stomach swelled as she writhed and gyrated, her muscles clenching, pushing, and relaxing. Her pussy remained empty, but it swelled and moistened as the pistils filled her from behind. Alice screamed and screamed, her voice hoarse from the orgasmic whimpers.
Meanwhile, the daisies' slime-covered pistils wrapped around her chest, exposing her breasts. They massaged her sensitive nipples, constricting them tightly until they swelled, turned red, and became highly sensitive. Tentacles tugged at her nipples, pulling them forward as her ankles were drawn up and back to her haunches, knees spread wide. Spasms of pleasure coursed through her immobile body.
The larger pistil from the rose targeted Alice's pussy. Its broad flange rubbed against her clit. Alice moaned and her eyes rolled back as the monstrous head of the pistil nestled into the wet crevice. She was powerless to stop it as it slid inside and ascended towards her womb. The feeling was intense, but she couldn't deny how much her body craved it. With each thrust, her toes curled and her clit was rubbed raw by the shaft sliding up and back behind her. It pumped in and out in perfect synchronization with the anal penetration. She screamed and moaned as she experienced continuous orgasms, each one punctuated by brief respites. The muscles of Alice's pussy gripped the massive pistil again and again, milking it. The sound of water splashing beneath her was barely audible over the rhythmic pounding of her heart.
"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Drive those weed cells out of me! Fuck me harder!" she screamed.
When the pistils finally withdrew from her body, Alice was coated in sticky residue and on the verge of passing out. She lay on her back, shaking and jolting uncontrollably. Her hair was disheveled, and her body ached from the intense experience.
"I believe you're no longer a threat to the garden," the rose said smugly.
"Great," Alice gasped, struggling to catch her breath. "Can I go now?"
"Of course," the iris replied.
After a struggle, Alice managed to stand up and hobbled away from the meadow of flowers. Her head was still spinning as she tried to find her was back home, determined to document her experiences in a book. If she ever would get home.