Been a while since i posted some of my stories... Sorry I've been away so long.. Here is number 7.
Pantyhose in Wonderland
CHAPTER 7
Alice awoke to the chirping of birds and the feel of sunlight, though it seemed to be a rainbow of color against her eyelids as she shielded her eyes before opening them. Looking up she could tell she was in a new place. The room was immaculately decorated in a Victorian style. The ceiling that must have been 100 feet above her had crown molded shapes where it met the wall all around the room. The wallpaper was a rich blue color that seemed a mix of her sea blue eyes and the powder blue of the dress she’d been wearing before the witch had stripped her down to her nylons.
With a shiver, she continued looking around trying to keep the uncomfortable, yet sexually intoxicating memory out of her mind. There were rich oval shaped chairs with thick cushions and padding. Rich warm wooden dressers and tables, enormous mirrors with silver frames, carpets of an unimaginably complex weave a grand bed that was as big as an Olympic size swimming pool, to Alice, and multiple doors with golden knobs leading to closets or other unknown rooms.
Looking down at where she was lying she noticed she was still naked, but had been covered with a fleecy soft blanket that was wrapped around her miniature body. She was on a bed that was more her size. Nearby was an ivory porcelain tub with steaming water and bubbles, as well as a large chest and wardrobe situated around the bed like she was in her own little bedroom with no walls amid the other giant furniture. She had been shrunk by Glinda in order to flee the confines of the witch, and Gwen had carried her away, obviously to this place.
Sitting up, her wavy golden hair spilling over her shoulders, she blinked in the colored light noticing she was in the sunbeam from a stained glass window on the far wall of the monumental room. Standing on the wood floor, she quickly realized she wasn’t on the floor at all but rather the top of a smaller wooden dresser where her own personally sized furniture and bed had been placed.
Staring around, spinning 360 degrees to take in the entirety of the grand room that should have been the bed chamber of a queen, Alice stared at the articulated ceiling and shouted with a somewhat hoarse voice, “Gwendolyn!! Where are you?!”
“I’m right here silly Alice,” came the supple yet booming voice of Alice’s lover and Wonderland guide.
Turning around suddenly towards the edge of the dresser where she stood, Alice saw the telltale blue smoke wisp into existence, grow and eventually take the solid shape of Gwen. As the blue smoke wafted its familiar jasmine scent towards Alice, she saw the beautiful emerald eyes blaze from the center of the cloud and take on the lovely, lightly freckled, chestnut hair framed face of Gwen.
“There you are darling,” Alice said with a gleaming white smile she didn’t bother to hide. She felt amazingly safe and confident in her companion’s care and seeing Gwen’s face smiling back at her without worry or fret was even more empowering and reassuring.
Gwen’s head was gigantic to Alice in her shrunken form. Alice could stand on her shoulders and barely be as tall as the top of Gwen’s head.
“You’re finally awake my darling,” Gwen purred pleasantly, her eyes aglow as the blue smoke finally faded leaving a solidly formed Gwendolyn. Alice could see Gwen had changed her clothes again. She was dressed rather elegantly, matching the room nearly perfectly. A lovely mint green paisley topless dress that was tight against her petite demure body that was slit up the sides to show off her lovely legs that floated slightly off the ground. On her feet she wore deep spruce green high heels that had pearls woven onto the satiny fabric with silver chrome metal tipped heels. On her legs she wore gray green sheer pantyhose that were flawless and gave off the faintest sheen in the setting sunlight. Her shoulders and arms were bare showcasing her creamy skin, while a lovely silver chained necklace, holding an Emerald the size of Alice’s head and shaped like a heart, was around her supple neck.
“How long have I been asleep?” Alice asked, wrapping the snuggly fleece blanket tighter around her body to mirror Gwen’s stance.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been asleep for two days,” Gwen said with caring eyes. “That must have been some ordeal you endured with the witch,” she added.
Recalling her entire adventure along the yellow brick road and the time spent as a hostage in the witch’s castle, Alice found a sudden pang of frustration work its way to the forefront of her expression as she turned on Gwen with a puzzled, yet angry thought.
“Why did you let that happen, Gwen?” Alice asked. “I was helpless and scared and couldn’t get free….”Alice paused holding back a tear that was starting to choke its way into her voice. “…and I needed you…” she ended with a tiny sob.
“Awwww silly Alice, you still don’t understand. I didn’t let that happen… you did,” she said with stern finality.
“HOW!!!!?” Alice shouted, her entire little body trembling at the giant, elegantly dressed green beauty. “HOW THE FUCK DID I LET THAT HAPPEN???!! I was strapped down to a GODDAMN table, humiliated in front of that green psychopath wearing ruby slippers that YOU put on my feet!! In what way did I put up my fucking hand and say, ‘strap me down and nearly fist fuck me out of my mind so you can get some red shoes!!!!’” Alice ended sitting back down on the tiny bed she had awakened on; her voice even more hoarse from shouting and crying at the same time.
“Darling,” Gwen began with the patience of a mother trying to teach a child. “This is a place…”
“….Of my own making…. I KNOW… You keep saying that!!” Alice interrupted with a shout and a huff of folded arms and pouting eyes.
“Yes,” Gwen continued, kneeling down in front of the dresser so she was eye level with her little blonde lover. “Instead of looking at what has happened, have you even tried to ask yourself why these things are happening to you? I don’t know what your mind makes I am only a guide to help you through it. Everything that has happened has happened for a reason.”
“So you say,” Alice replied a little more calmly as she wiped away tear streaks from her face.
“Why don’t you take a bath to calm your nerves and we’ll talk some more over dinner, my sweet dear Alice,” Gwen suggested kindly.
Nodding idly, Alice stood up, dropped her blanket without a thought and stepped over to the tub while Gwen watched patiently. The water felt good, as if it were somehow relaxing her body and her mind at the same time. The more she’d been wracking her brains to try and figure out what all of her days here in Wonderland had in common, or could possibly be telling her, the more her thoughts became a tangled knot of confusion giving her a headache.
Now, her mind was as calm as an untouched pool, serene and free of worry or anguish. She thought about how nice the water felt against her naked body, and set to washing herself everywhere savoring the sensation of being clean from head to toe. The lavender bubbles were therapeutic and she let the smell fill her nostrils as she washed her hair and her privates last.
After 15 minutes of quiet soaking, Alice looked at Gwen who was still kneeling in midair nearby with a smile on her face every time she’d looked at her. “Okay, that feels much better… I think I’m done with my bath,” Alice said, a smile returning to her lips.
Looking around she couldn’t see a towel, or anything nearby to dry herself with. “Gwen, do you have any towels for me? Anything my size that is..?”
“Oh, I’ve got that taken care of,” Gwen said with a slight twist of her head as she held her hand out at the base of the tub like a floor mat.
Standing up, the water and bubbles sloughing off of her beautiful athletic body, Alice wrung her golden hair out as the remnants of the lavender bath dripped from her erect nipples, full breasts, down her long lovely legs and off of her immaculately clean puss.
Stepping out onto Gwen’s hand, Alice looked up curiously in her shrunken wet nakedness into those lovely glowing emerald eyes curious what was going to happen next.
“This might tickle, dear sweet, silly Alice,” Gwen said as she puckered her lips to form an “O”.
With a quick, gentle, yet powerful exhaling of her lungs, Alice was instantly engulfed in blue smoke that made her shut her eyes tightly in the warm, tickling jasmine breeze. A second later, the cloud dispersed and Gwen was standing as dry as could be, her hair lovingly dried and full of golden body as it hung around her shoulders and down her back.
“Would you like to put on your pantyhose now, darling Alice?” Gwen asked politely.
Smiling at the thought of sliding her silken garb back on after a nice refreshing bath, Alice looked up at her giant guardian with a glint in her eye, a nod of her head, and a simple, “Oh, absolutely my dear!”
Walking around the small dresser to the opposite side where Alice’s miniature dressers and wardrobe closets were set up, Gwen waved an open palm to the tiny furniture looking warmly at Alice as if she were giving her a gift.
Puzzled by the gesture, Alice walked naked and warm over to the furniture that was a rich red cherry wood that had been polished to a glowing luster and was adorned with golden hasps that bore engravings from a forgotten culture. “What’s this about?” Alice asked Gwen with a suspicious curl of her lips.
“Silly Alice… how can I present you with a gift in the future when it is intended to be given in the present?”
Scratching her head in confusion at the riddle, Alice narrowed her eyes with an even more curious and suspicious gaze, and with one hand idly running through her long golden hair, she opened the tall wardrobe closet near her that had full length mirrors framed by elaborate wooden historical scenes as a bas relief in the doors.
“Oh my God!” was all she could mutter as her face lit up.
Pulling the doors open wide, Alice took a step back admiring the enormous amount of clothing in front of her. Literally hundreds of outfits stretched out in front of her in an impossibly long walk-in room that was at least 100 feet deep. At least 100 of her feet, Alice thought with a giggle.
“Oh Alice?” Gwen chimed playfully as she leaned forward, placing her elbows on the wooden dresser and tapping a forest green fingernail on the miniature dresser next to the tiny wardrobe that went on for an unbelievable distance.
Walking over to the dresser, Alice pulled the top drawer open and was amazed yet again. “Oh my God Gwen!” Alice exclaimed wildly.
In front of her was a drawer filled to the top with over a hundred pairs of various styles, colors and patterns of pantyhose that Alice had ever seen, worn or heard of in her life. Opening the other drawers she found one full of silky tights ranging from thin and sheer to thick and incredibly opaque. The next drawer had stockings of every sort, style, make and denier, while the last drawer held underwear and bras.
“Tonight you get to dress yourself for dinner, darling Alice. And I get to watch,” she closed with a smile.
Smiling like a kid in a candy store back at Gwen’s lovely face, Alice ran up to Gwen’s lowered face throwing her tiny arms around her face. With her golden head nuzzled up against Gwen’s cheek, Alice lovingly squeezed her tiny naked breasts against Gwen’s nose and cheek with a boisterous, “Thank you, Gwen.”
Closing her eyes at her tiny princess hugging her face, Gwen simply puckered and planted a large moist warm kiss against Alice’s belly which was right in front of her lips.
“Your welcome honey,” Gwen said with another loving kiss planted on Alice’s supple breasts that bobbed lightly from the gentle attention. “You’d better pick something out my dear as dinner is almost ready and we can’t be late for this very important date.”
Smirking at the reference to the little white rabbit with a waistcoat and pocket watch that Alice had been chasing in her dreams, she simply gave a sexy salute to the smiling Gwen with a “Yes, ma’am.”
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It had taken about 15 minutes before Alice had finally settled on an outfit to wear for dinner. She loved how Gwen had dressed her in the past, with kisses, groping hands and magically appearing nylons that ended with an orgasm, but picking out from the cornucopia of silky and elegant choices was every girls dream. She found it funny that after spending so many hours of her young life playing with Barbie’s and dressing them up in all their little clothes, that she was now the Barbie doll. To punctuate the point, she idly flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder as she carried her clothes out of the enormous wardrobe closet over to the pantyhose dresser that beckoned her naked legs like a siren song to wayward Sailors.
With one hand holding her outfit on a silver hanger; a pillowy white beam preventing the dress from falling off, she opened all three drawers of the pantyhose treasure chest leaving the one at the bottom with the bra and panties closed.
As her eyes scanned the three full levels of nylon and silk, Gwen, who’d been patiently kneeling in the air in front of the dresser and watching Alice’s every move as she’d sauntered up and down the two long isles of the walk-in wardrobe, inquired a bit playfully, “Not picking out any underwear, are we?”
Slumping her beautiful blonde head to one side as she gazed over at Gwen’s larger than life, but prettier than a flower face, Alice replied through half shut eyes that were practically mocking with sarcasm, “Why should I bother with panties and a bra? For the last few days you’ve had me running around in the wilds, through tea parties and into the fields with nothing between me and the world but a couple layers of pantyhose, if that!!” she ended with a coy smile.
“Why start now?,” Alice chimed smugly. “Besides I’m enjoying not wearing underwear with my pantyhose. Feels quite a bit better and it saves time when you’re around too.”
Smiling simply with a genuinely happy expression, Gwen returned her gaze down to the tiny pantyhose dresser as Alice resumed her search for what would be the most important part of her outfit for dinner.
“I can’t decide…” Alice said in bewilderment. “I really can’t. This is like pantyhose overload!! I know I have a lot of hose in my apartment back in New York..” the words making her a little sad, but just for a fleeting instant. “… but I’ve never had this many!”
Biting her lip in concentration, Alice’s face lit up with a devious grin. “Let’s let fate decide shall we?” Alice asked boldly to Gwen who was furrowing her eyebrows in curiosity at what her tiny, foot-tall living doll was up to.
Hanging her outfit on the nearby bedpost, Alice ran naked, golden hair trailing behind her like a veil at a wedding, back to the dresser, pulled the drawer full of stockings out of the dresser, went back to the bed and dumped out the multitude of colored single legged hose across the mattress and her rumpled up fleece blanket. Setting the drawer down she went back and grabbed the second drawer and repeated the same act of dumping all the pairs of tights on the bed, shortly followed by the top drawer that was full of pantyhose in every shade, color, sheen and softness.
Returning to the bed after setting down the third empty drawer, Alice flung herself laughing into the mountain of pantyhose, tights and stockings and began writhing around in the luxuriant pile of silk hosiery that began to bury her as she wiggled and flexed her arms and legs.
“What are you doing?” Gwen asked, a laugh escaping her lips as her eyes lit up briefly with her chuckling.
“mmmmmmm, letting fate decide.. Let’s see what should I wear with my outfit?” Alice asked herself more than Gwen. Rolling onto her belly and pinching her legs together so that a huge wad of pantyhose was snuggled up against her womanhood, she pulled a hundred more pairs up under her breasts like a pillow and gazed with a raised eyebrow at the outfit on the silvery white hanger at the end of the bed.
She had a hard time picking out her dress from the wardrobe. When it boils down to what you want to dress up as, every school girl fantasy of playing dress up in your mother’s clothes or being invited to a dress up party where the rental van has every princess dress in it since the beginning of time starts rolling through your head as to which one you want most. Ultimately it had boiled down to one final delightful dream. Something she’d seen as a young lady when she understood what sexy was and knew that elegance and sexy could exist in the same beautiful woman. Funny enough, it had been a cartoon.
Gazing at the dress again as her fingers idly pulled a pair of blue tights across her knuckles, Alice closed her eyes and rolled over onto her back again, and with her arms, legs and almost all of her torso under pantyhose tights and stockings she made fists with her hands grasping something in each greedy claw and held it up above her head.
Opening her eyes she saw a pair of rose colored tights that were somewhat sheer and not completely opaque, while her other hand held a pair of ivory, sheer to the waist pantyhose. “HA!” Alice cried out incredulously at what she had picked out at random. “See that!!! Tell me that isn’t fate working for me!” she cried out in giddy joy at Gwen who she could swear might be close to crying but for the enormous smile across her face at seeing Alice so happy.
“Gwen are you okay?” Alice asked somewhat concerned.
Blinking heavily to hide whatever emotion was beginning to flood her giant green eyes, she just laughed out loud despite herself, as if she’d been tickled, shaking her head idly. “I’m fine, sweet silly Alice,” she replied still smiling. “Now would you please get dressed? We’ll be late for dinner!”
Sitting up abruptly on the side of her tiny Barbie bed, crossing her legs conservatively, toes pointed and holding up the two pairs of nylons to hide her lovely breast, Alice flipped her hair forward dramatically to cover one eye, looking slightly like Marilyn Monroe as she arched her naked back and with a sultry Catherine Hepburn style voice said, “Oh… you want me to get dressed, do you darling? Well maybe I’ll do just that,” she retorted with a haughty jerk of her head making her golden locks bobble in a sassy Diva-esque fashion.
Standing up, Alice put the two pairs of pink and ivory hose over the footboard of the bed, before going back to the side, grasping the sheet and throwing it up in the air sending nearly 500 pieces of woven silk and nylon flying. Whipping around in a powerful pose, Alice threw her head back again showing off a sexy look of her sea blue eyes as she slowly, sensually sat back down on the side of the bed, one leg bent up, the other pointed out straight.
Gwen, who’d been enjoying the show, began to swallow hard as she watched her tiny performer entertain her, making her fidget slightly on her floating knees. Her smile was fading slightly and being replaced by a look of longing and lust.
Holding one arm across her breasts to hide her nipples, Alice reached over with slow methodical movements to draw the pink pair of tights off the end of the bed. Looking up with a twitch of her eyebrow at her green eyed mistress, Alice said, “pay attention, Gwen; this is about to get good.”
Sitting upright again, she rolled up one silky pink legging of the tights and while looking directly into Gwen’s eyes, bent her right thigh up to her bosom, scantly hiding her puss as she felt her toes slip into the tip of the long nylons.
Alice felt the sheer softness cover her toes with a familiar energetic sensation that almost made her shiver. As she looked at Gwendolyn, who was now speechless by her dressing display, she began working her fingers and thumbs back and forth against her shaven smooth legs as she drew the pink tights up her legs.
Though she loved to watch pantyhose cover her legs, it was euphoric to look at Gwen’s reaction as she put on her tights. Her other senses spoke volumes for her eyes though, as she heard the whispering snap of the thick nylons stretch and coat her naked skin with a silky wrapping touch that she purred at as she went past her calf, knee and finally middle thigh.
Looking down she began to roll up the other legging and felt herself becoming excited as one pretty pink leg looked back at her. Putting her right leg down, she pulled up her left leg and repeated the same motion, watching Gwen as she gasped slightly while Alice donned the silky, shiny and half opaque pink tights up her long lovely legs.
With the thick control-top silk bunched up around her thighs, Alice stood and faced away from Gwen, her beautiful heart shaped ass catching the last warm glow of the afternoon sun as it changed from day to evening. Looking over her shoulders, two thumbs at either hip hooked into her pink tights, Alice stood up on her tip toes, her long pink legs pointed as she pulled the tights the rest of the way up her lower body.
She saw Gwen’s eyes transfixed on her tiny shrunken body as Alice pulled up the remainder of the miniature hosier with a light snap. Alice’s body was absolutely turned on, and she rubbed her legs together as she paraded around in front of Gwen. Walking to the end of the bed, Alice grabbed the shiny ivory pantyhose and stepping closer to the edge of the dresser so her little body was closer to the awestruck giant face of Gwen, turned up one of the removed pantyhose drawers setting it on its end and posing one of her bent legs upon it.
“Keep watching sweetheart,” Alice teased as she pulled the bunched up ivory hose along her bent and proudly displayed pink leg.
Rolling the hose up, as she’d done with the tights, she took care of the thin and fragile material, letting her fingers enjoy the feel of the baggy legging as it slid on her thumbs like a pantyhose condom. Bending over so her pink, nylon ass was in the air, Alice put the tip of the reinforced pantyhose toe over her pink foot and began pulling the silk up her bent, tights rich leg.
The combination was amazing to Alice. She could feel the soft, looser silk cover her like a thin film of pantyhose gauze while she immersed herself in a second pair of hosiery. The look of her legs was a pale pink, like a young rose that had an intoxicating sheen to it from the two patterns of silk falling upon each other.
After she had layered one leg up to her thigh, Alice quickly bunched up the other legging and with a nearly breathless effort, drew her other leg into the silky heaven. Putting both feet on the ground, Alice went to the edge of the dresser, barely a few of Gwen’s inches away from Gwen’s agape lips, and looking up into her eyes with lusty intent, pulled up the rest of the silky white pantyhose to cover her crotch in another layer of wonderful silk.
Stepping forward to Gwen’s face, Alice straddled the tip of her cute little nose putting her nylon coated womanhood onto her supple skin while leaning forward just slightly to kiss Gwen on the forehead with a slow loving intent.
Backing up, Alice turned around, her lower body a whisper in pale pink shimmering delight as she grabbed the dress she’d selected and walked over towards the wardrobe where she’d left a few more items. Picking them up, she turned back to look at Gwen and playfully ordered, “Now you stay here my love, and no peeking! Agreed?”
“Yes ma’am,” was all Gwen could mutter, having lost the strength of her voice while watching her precious Alice become a pantyhose goddess at only 12 inches tall.
Alice, dress and items in hand, sauntered to behind the large wardrobe in her double stocking feet with an inaudible patter. It took about five minutes total until she was dressed. Some things she usually had at her disposal when getting dressed at her apartment were her make-up desk and a full length mirror; neither of which she had the luxury of here in her tiny open air bedroom.
After applying the perfect shade of lipstick and a subtle fluffing of her long brushed out locks to cover one eye, she asked around the corner of the wardrobe to an unseen Gwen, “are you ready sweetie?”
“Psshhh, finally!” came the provoking sarcasm of her giant lover.
As Gwen watched, her eyes went from curiously peering to full open eyed disbelief. With the sound of clacking heavy purple one-inch platform heels, Alice stepped out from around the corner with one silky ivory pink leg leading the way.
Her walk was sure and confident and 100% sexy as she moved with gracefulness and poise. Her shoulders were back and she led with her legs and hips as she took long, crisscrossing strides that made the long slit in her dress flop open to reveal her beautiful legs up to her thighs. Her dress was a long body tight thin red gown that was covered with satin and sequins making it glitter in the evening light of the Victorian bed chamber. Her flat stomach was hugged by the clinging dress making her curves look sensual and shapely. The dress ended barely above her breasts as a “V” shape accentuated her cleavage which looked to have been severely magnified by the push up of the bustier part of the dress. Her smooth supple shoulders were bare and on her arms she had long satiny purple gloves that ended up past her elbows. Her hair, covering half of her face, framed her beautiful features and sea-blue eye as her blazing red lips and purple eye shadowed lids looked with longing and lust up at the green beauty who was again speechless.
Alice had always found a sense of admiration for Jessica Rabbit and Holly Wood because they were the first cartoon women intentionally made to be sexy on screen. The way they walked, the dresses they wore, how they worked their womanly figures and of course their legs and the power they always portrayed. Though Alice was shooting more for the Jessica Rabbit look with the exact dress, shoes, gloves and lovingly long exposed sexy legs, she couldn’t help but let her golden hair be reminiscent of Holly.
As she strode over to where Gwen was still frozen, immobilized by her little nylon clad beauty. She posed lustfully with her shoulders and cleavage forward, hair hanging down while asking, “Shall we do dinner my dear?”
“Sweet little Alice.. how you’ve grown up so,” was all she could utter as she looked amazed at the foot tall sex icon standing on her dresser.
Relaxing slightly and a little embarrassed by the gratuitous reaction from Gwen, Alice dropped the façade slightly, blushing and putting her hands behind her back playfully saying, “c’mon Gwen it’s just me… Let’s eat.. we don’t want to be late!”
Snapping out of her trance with a smile and a little blush of her own, Gwen winked her dazzling green eyes and then laid out her hand, palm up on the dresser, for Alice to sit on for transport to the dinner table.
Sitting on the side of Gwen’s palm, Alice intentionally filleted her dress open showing off all of her ivory pink pantyhose legs before resting back in another sultry pose that pushed the limits of her dress and made for yet another pristine pin-up snapshot.
With great care, Gwen stood up with the tiny Alice in hand, and walked over to the dinner table that was surprisingly large yet surprisingly empty. Setting Alice down on the table, her heels making a clicking noise on the immaculately polished wooden surface, Gwen walked about four feet farther to the head chair and pulled it out for herself sitting down across from Alice who was nearly in the center of the eight foot table.
Feeling a little misplaced and a bit on display in front of Gwen with nothing else on the table, Alice eventually asked, “Um, Gwen aren’t we having dinner?”
Leaning forward, enjoying the pleasure of knowing what Alice didn’t, Gwen leaned forward on her bare crossed arms, her giant emerald pendant necklace swinging forward to sit on the wooden table. “Right you are Silly Alice!!” she remarked. “Right you ARE!
“VIOALA!!” Gwen shouted with dramatic effect as she raised her arms up suddenly, slamming the palms of her hands, fingers spread onto the table surface which made the table shake and Alice stumble.
It happened so fast that Alice nearly missed it. When Gwen slammed her fists down, blue smoke poured down the table like a seething, bubbling sheet being pulled at lightning speed across the entire face of the eight foot piece of furniture. It zoomed past Alice in a silent blur and then everywhere all at once the blue smoke rocketed upwards in different height spikes and masses surrounding Alice in a blue smoke jungle. By the time Alice had time to blink in the split second that occurred the smoke had POOF’ed into a multitude of food, furniture, tableware, spices, drinks and candles.
Instantaneously the room was alight with blazing yellow light from four, tall tapered three-candle candelabras spaced along the table. The air went from a slightly cool feel to a sensually warm and somewhat heavy texture with the fragrant aromatic scent of all the food that was around her like a King’s feast.
Looking around, Alice was dumbstruck by the quality and unsettling quantity of the delights in front of her. Plates of roasted ham with pineapple glaze and cherries, salted beef Aux Jus, teriyaki chicken and sage paprika rubbed grilled pork stood behind her sizzling, while bowls of steaming mashed potatoes, Alfredo pasta, rich garlic meat tortellini and yellow fried Jasmine rice with chicken and vegetables lined both sides of the table. Enormous piles of delicate buttered breads, flakey parmesan rolls, croissants stuffed with rosemary and cream cheese and some wheat bread sticks basted with honey, rose beyond the meats behind her, and an array of deserts including cream stuffed chocolate covered éclairs, strawberries with chocolate, decadent black triple chocolate cake and blueberry cheesecake with whipped cream fit in around the other plates and dishes as best they could. Enormous decanters of red and white wine sat in crystal containers, the stoppers removed as, porcelain pitchers holding sweet creamed milk and passion fruit juice were in other containers towards where Gwen was seated.
In front of Gwen was a beautiful china plate that was a shimmering pearl white gilded with what looked like liquid gold in intricate leaf patterns around the outside edge. To one side were three forks of various sizes, two spoons and a knife all made of blindingly gorgeous silver. To the other side of her plate was a satiny smooth looking white napkin folded in an intricate shape to resemble a bouquet of flowers. In front of the plate was a large wine glass that Alice would have trouble drinking out of at her size. It was of the finest crystal and gave off prismatic shafts of light as the candles made little pin pricks of red, blue and green on the tablecloth that had also magically appeared.
In front of Alice was an even more amazing site, a miniature version of Gwen’s tableware down to the smallest detail and set on a table about 18 inches long that was plenty long for Alice to sit and eat at. A giant plush chair with a rich décor of gold and maroon was pulled out slightly, and every morsel of food that was around her in heaps, piles and dishes was amazingly recreated at Alice’s size and placed identically on her table.
Looking up, with what must have been the most scatterbrained look ever, Alice saw the pleasure in Gwen’s eyes who was reveling in the majesty her powers still brought when she put them on display for her Alice. “Gwen, I don’t know how you do it, but you are amazing… No doubt about it!”
At Gwen’s polite gesturing hand, Alice sat down in the soft chair at the table, her dress falling open so the back of her right leg was silky rubbing on the satiny cushion. Taking off her gloves so as not to get them dirty, Alice folded them delicately next to her, out of the way of potentially spilled food. Purring slightly she was suddenly famished and instantly began digging into the meal.
Standing with plate in hand, Gwen walked about the full size table, with Alice as the centerpiece amid huge towering candelabras and a ham that Alice could bore out to make a piggy home, as she dished up her plate. Before long they both had an enormous helping of food, a full glass of wine, breads and meats and side dishes that made them both moan with delight as they ate and enjoyed the simple delight of each other’s company.
Often times, Alice or Gwen would raise their glasses high in toast to pantyhose, tights, tea parties or whatever else entered their thoughts. They sat there for nearly 30 minutes chatting and laughing.
From time to time, Alice would pick up one of her large pastries, such as an entire miniature chocolate cake that was no bigger than a peppermint, walk up to Gwen, and as she leaned forward, delicately placed the desert in her large mouth. Often times, Gwen would intentionally slurp up Alice’s arms in the intimate bite, letting her tongue slide over Alice’s tiny arms and in between her dainty fingers. Gasping the first time it happened, Alice had repeated several trips to get such attention again from Gwen’s warm mouth.
Repaying the favor, Gwen took her pinky and idly dipped it in the whip cream and blueberry topping of the cheesecake presenting her fingertip to Alice. Leaning forward, holding her hair back, she opened her mouth at the finger that was as big around as a can of coffee. Sensually placing her tongue to Gwen’s skin, Alice lapped up a heavy portion of the sweet delight leaving a white puff of whipped cream on her cheek that made both women giggle.
After sharing drinks from their wine glasses that started to make them both warm and fuzzy Alice asked incredulously, “Gwen… this meal has been fantastic!!! How do you do it? And how did you know what all my favorite food are?”
With a sudden booming laughter that shook the table, and almost scared Alice out of her chair, Gwen lost herself in a fit of guffaws that was becoming slightly insulting to Alice as she watched her chestnut haired guide nearly turn invisible from the strain that was making her turn vaporous blue and translucent.
“What’s so funny?” Alice asked trying not to sound agitated to ruin the otherwise impeccable meal.
“You!!!” Gwen said through teary green eyes. “You are silly little Alice. How did I know what your favorite foods are? Because you know what your favorite foods are… Silly Alice.”
“What do you mean?”Alice asked more sternly, obviously upset and a little embarrassed to be the source of Gwen’s insane outburst.
Composing herself with repose, Gwen pushed the nearly empty plate of food away from her and grasped her wine glass, drinking down nearly ¾ of a glass with a few heavy gulps. Setting the glass down, Gwen leaned in closer, putting her bare arms on the tablecloth as she ran one finger around the top of the crystal goblet.
“You’ve heard me say that this is a place of your own making, and yet you seem determined and defiant to refuse the fact that it is,” Gwen started off rather seriously but patient at the same time.
Uncrossing her silky legs under the table and drinking down a good portion of her own wine before refilling the glass, Alice took the full glass, got up from the table and walked over towards Gwen, looking up at her as she crossed the 4 foot distance in several strides.
“Go, on,” Alice beckoned with a wave of her hand while she stood there, a perfect pink, red and purple Jessica Rabbit doll with a glass of wine.
Lowering her face more so she was closer to Alice again, she continued to finger the top of the glass as she went on. “Let me prove it to you, my sweet little Alice doll,” Gwen said matter of factly.
“Remember when we met? Remember how embarrassed you were to be seen naked in front of me? And look at how you were with your bath and getting dressed?” Gwen asked with a raised eyebrow.
“So?” Alice said playing devil’s advocate. “I know you now Gwen, we’ve shared many wonderful things that have made us closer, of course I would feel different and more comfortable being naked in front of you. You’re my Gwen.”
Smiling bashfully at the compliment from Alice, Gwen went on after finishing her wine. “Remember when I asked you if you wanted to have your pantyhose back when we first met? Remember how ashamed you were to admit it? Look at you tonight getting dressed, nearly begging me to dress you and reveling on a bed full of pantyhose ripe for you to writhe around in.”
Pondering this, Alice still didn’t seem convinced. “I’ve been in pantyhose the entire time since I’ve been here and things have changed there too because ‘YOU’ keep dressing me in pantyhose.”
“No,” Gwen corrected quickly. “You are dressing yourself in pantyhose.”
“Excuse me… but you were the one caressing silk onto my body magically and sometimes orgasmically, I was just the recipient,” Alice tried to rebut.
“How did I know your favorite foods? How do I know you like wearing pantyhose now without your panties on? How do I know you like having at least two pairs of nylons on now?” Gwen asked to further her debate.
“You’ve been around me enough to see my reaction to them. Tonight just confirms that to you,” Alice said flatly.
“What about the witch, Silly… Little… Alice?” Gwen said with a suddenly serious and almost menacing demeanor that made Alice take a step back while she punctuated each word. “How did she know to wear pantyhose with a slit along her black dress to show off for you? How did she know about your high school days as a cheer leader? How did she know about your college roommate? How did she know about me?? I wasn’t even there?”
“Her kiss… she used her kiss to read my mind,” Alice answered after a moment of thought.
“NO!” Gwen said slamming down a large fist onto the table making the plates and wine glasses rattle. “Wrong, Silly little Alice. YOU are afraid of who you are. You have been hiding behind the façade of another person who walks around in skirts and smiles at work, but thinks about nothing else in her life other than her pantyhose, tights and nylon stockings. You love your parents and your friends, but they don’t know who you really are. Why don’t you have a boyfriend, Alice? Why don’t you have a girlfriend? Why do you run to the bathroom at work to sneak on an extra stolen pair of pantyhose when you have a drawer full of them at your home in New York? Why do you sit in front of your mirror at home and watch yourself pull up your nylons every.. single… time? Why do you gaze at other women in hosiery and ponder if they are like you? And why have you never, ever told anyone else about your obsession for legs and pantyhose?.... WHY??!!!”
“I…..” Alice started unsure of how to answer so many questions at once. “I love pantyhose so much it is who I am,” she said after a few moments choosing her words carefully. “High school, college, work… they are all times in my life that have defined how much I love pantyhose and made me happy. I…. I never..”
“You never what Alice?” Gwen prodded with an even stare that made Alice suddenly feel embarrassed and small again about talking about herself in this way; about pantyhose. With Gwen though it was different and after a second she continued.
“No one knows who I am, Gwen,” Alice said with tears starting form. I feel so ashamed for who I am and how I live with my obsession. I’m afraid to share who I really am, because… I suppose I don’t think anyone else is like me. I’ve only ever felt at peace with my college roommate who I… I”
“Who you were in love with before life changed and she went away,” Gwen finished.
Nodding with tears on her beautiful cheeks, one side covered by her golden blonde hair, Alice lowered her face sniffling slightly.
Pulling the soft napkin off of her lap, Gwen twisted it a couple times and in a puff of blue jasmine smoke, the napkin became a handkerchief of white satin and lace that she handed to her tiny lover.
Taking the handkerchief, Alice wiped at her eyes. “I was in love, Gwen” Alice went on. “I was in love and then I was alone with my feelings and no one to understand who I truly am… until you. You accepted me Gwen, and even showed me things about myself that I didn’t know or even want to admit.”
“Oh, sweet precious Alice,” Gwen said with a smile of sadness as she lowered her hand again for Alice to sit upon as she stood up from the table.
Sitting in her upturned palm, Gwen raised Alice up to her face and used her free hand to smooth back Alice’s hair ever so gently with her large fingers. “Don’t you understand yet darling?” Gwen went on with the questions.
Looking at Alice again as she spoke the questions again, “Think Alice, How did I know your favorite foods? How do I know you like wearing pantyhose now without your panties on? How do I know you like having at least two pairs of nylons on now? How.. do… I… know??
With realization that came to her like being struck by lightning, Alice’s hands instinctively flew up to her mouth as she held her breath finally understanding what Gwen was trying to tell her. “Because… this is a world of my making,” Alice whispered in unison with Gwen.
Everything came back to her in shocking detail, she loved pantyhose. She loved wearing them without panties, she loved making love in them, masturbating in them, she loved being with other women in pantyhose, she loved it all. Everything that had happened to her, her own mind had created. Her own desires, lusts, wants, and obsessions had been manifested into physical form here in her Pantyhose Wonderland. Every pair of nylons in this world worn by her or anyone else, she had loved absolutely and lusted after to touch or wear. Anything she’d ever dreamed of doing she had done here. The statue in the mirror room, the woodswoman in the cabin, the tea party, the golden phallus and Aurora in the wilds, even being tied down and being fingered by the witch, it had all been her own mind doing that to her.
Of course the witch knew all her past memories. Of course she knew how to manipulate Alice’s desires and know her inner most secrets that she’d never say aloud. In her own right, Alice had been using the witch to admit these things to herself. The witch wasn’t even real.
“I made this place, Gwen….” Alice said with a reassuring smile. “I wanted to be dressed every single time in the clothes you gave me. I wanted to be loved by you and the Hatress at the tea party to the point I squirted. I wanted to be saved from my own admission of my pantyhose obsession so I created Glinda. The ruby slippers… they aren’t magical or even real.. that was my mind making me admit what was in my heart about how my obsession is part of who I am,“ Alice continued looking at Gwen’s green glowing eyes.
“If all of this came from my own mind then… Then I know who I am,” Gwen said simultaneously with Alice. Seeing Gwen repeat her own words confirmed it. “Then that also means..”
“That you created me and I am part of you,” Gwen affirmed knowing all along.
“If I know I’ve made this place then and understand who I am, then why am I still in Wonderland and not back home?” Alice asked somewhat confusing herself with the rush of mental images and puzzles still in her head. She was thinking of every little detail from the moment she fell down the hole in the asphalt. Butter cream frosting was her favorite on cake just like the saliva from the sexy female statue in golden stockings. She’d masturbated herself once in tan tights out in her tree house when she was a teenager. “The stump in the woods and the red riding hood..” Alice said to herself softly. The tea party, the double nylons with Gwen and the Hatress. Alice could trace back every fantasy she’d ever had to those sexual moments in her tights, pantyhose and stockings.
“The reason you’re still here, silly Alice,” Gwen interrupted her thoughts, is because you aren’t ready to go back. “Knowing you’ve made this place is one thing, admitting that your obsession is a part of who you are is another, but you need strength to get home. You need my strength to move beyond this place and find your way to the white queen and life beyond Wonderland.”
“If I know I made you up, why are you still here?” Alice asked almost cautiously, as if she was afraid Gwen would disappear.
Taking Alice over to a very luxurious large bed that made her think back to castles of old, a fire erupted in the fireplace spreading warmth and yellow light all around her and Gwen, as Gwen kicked off her shoes and laid down on the bed, setting Alice down softly.
Removing her own shoes and tossing them over the side of the bed, Alice walked on the squishy soft, plush velveteen comforter up to stand next to Gwen’s face as she lay on her side holding her head in one hand.
“I’m still here, Silly Alice, because you need me to get you back…. After all I’m your guide whether you made me up or not.”
“So what happens next? Where do I go from here,” Alice asked Gwen.
“You’ll need to climb the beanstalk in the morning to find the harp. The harp will be there when you find out the next step,” Gwen answered matter of factly
‘Wonderful’, Alice thought. ‘Got to find the harp.. Of course!’
“Okay.. I’ll bite, how am I supposed to find the beanstalk or the harp?” Alice asked fearing the answer.
“You already know how to find them Silly Alice, but you aren’t strong enough to get there yet,” cooed Gwen, a sexy and shapely dark silhouette created by the fire. Even in the darkness of the shadows falling on her face, her green eyes were as bright a flashlights and her lovely chestnut hair glinted shafts of golden light from the fire.
“So how do I get strong enough, Gwen?” Alice asked her arms flapping in frustration and hopelessness at having to follow the string of riddles.
“I must give you your gift from the past that was meant to be given to you in the future for the present,” Gwen said with a lilting tone.
“WHAT??” Alice asked stupefied.
“Remember when you awoke I said, ‘Silly Alice… how can I present you with a gift in the future when it is intended to be given in the present?’” Gwen said with an almost opera house echo from her quoting herself in her own voice.
Nodding her head in vague remembrance, Alice squinted her eyes wondering where this was going and what the gift was.
“Well now it is the future from when we were talking, when you awoke, and the future is now the time that I may give it to you in the present.”
“What present GWEN?!!” Alice yelled frustrated with all the riddles.
“No no dear sweet, silly Alice. I’m going to give you a GIFT in the present that was the future in the past!....My powers. My powers are the gift. They will only be temporary and by the time you’re done using them, you won’t need them anymore,” Gwen went on almost a little sad.
“You’ll draw strength from my gifts, and find in yourself the strength that has been there all along.. you just need to rediscover it,” Gwen added with a smile.
Walking over to Gwen’s face, Alice placed her tiny hands on her cheek and rested her entire body against Gwen’s neck. “How am I supposed to get your powers, Gwen?” Alice asked as she felt Gwen’s heartbeat from her throat pulsing against her stomach.
“Ah… that is the best part, sweet, silly little Alice,” Gwen said with a smile as she rolled away slightly from Alice to lay on her back, still looking at the foot tall mistress. “You have to take them from me.”
Before Alice could satiate her curiosity with a question, Gwen slowly ran both of her hands down her body from her breasts to her thighs. As her hands passed over her gown, the spruce and mint green ensemble began to vanish as if Gwen were dusting it off her body in a light blue mist that vaporized almost instantaneously. After a few short seconds she was laying there in nothing but her gray green sheer pantyhose before Alice’s feasting eyes.
“Very nice Gwen,” Alice said with a sultry smirk, hands on her hips as she looked longingly at Gwen silky legs that were as long to her as a pick-up truck. “So how exactly do I ‘take’ your powers?” Alice asked, walking down to Gwen’s legs as she ran her hands down the entire length of her thigh and calves with her tiny hands stroking the shiny nylons.
“How did you get your pantyhose on when I dressed you, Alice? How did you have your vision of the yellow brick road when we were intimate with the Hatress?” Gwen continued, drawing the riddle out of Alice.
Stopping in mid stride against the sole of Gwen’s silky left foot, Alice looked up over Gwen’s toes and said with realization, “You made me cum.”
Looking down her gorgeously petite body and shimmery green pantyhose to look Alice in the eye, Gwen simply smiled widely as she rested her head back down on the pillow.
“Oh!” replied Alice with sudden realization. Then with a sultry look in her eyes, she smiled unconsciously, biting her lip as her imagination started rolling. “Ohhhhh, this is going to be fun,” she said with a devilish lilt.
Standing behind the cover of Gwen’s pantyhose foot that barely came up to the tops of her breasts, Alice reached behind her and unzipped the red satin dress, wiggling out of the tight gown, below Gwen’s line of sight. With an obvious intent, Alice picked up the red fabric pile and threw it off the side of the bed with a huge grin.
Taking a step forward, pressing her lithe body against the pantyhose lined sole of Gwen’s foot, Alice placed her arms in a giant bear hug around Gwen’s toes rubbing her naked breasts and double pantyhose lower body against the silky wall in front of her. “Ooooooo that feels nice,” Alice chimed subtly as she wiggled her tits from side to side against the large canvas of silk, making her nipples instantly hard.
Moving to stand between Gwen’s pretty green silky feet, Alice pulled Gwen’s feet apart with as much strength as she could, giving her giant lover the hint to spread her legs.
Complying without a word, Gwen opened her legs a good distance letting Alice walk in between them as she approached her encased womanhood. Gwen’s legs came up to waist level on Alice in her shrunken form as she passed her calves up to her knees. All the while as she walked, Alice rubbed her silk pantyhose together as she leaned against Gwen’s inner leg, each silky step making her get slick in the middle. It was a dream-come-true for Alice to have so much nylon at her disposal to the point she could rub her entire body against a pantyhose surface.
Reaching the point, just above Gwen’s knee, Alice turned and vaulted herself up onto Gwen, swinging both of her ivory pink legs to either side of Gwen’s left leg so that her crotchless , seamless silky tights and pantyhose were rubbing intimately against the firm, warm muscles of Gwen’s lower thigh. “mmmmmmm, that does feel good,” Alice purred.
Rubbing her legs in long swinging strokes against Gwen, Alice heard Gwen moan softly, her head rolling to one side, eyes closed as she enjoyed the tiny nylon pleasures Alice was giving her.
Leaning forward, Alice put her entire body against Gwen’s thigh, barely one body length from Gwen’s triangular shaped pubic patch that was pressed flat under the sheer shiny gray green nylons. With her legs and arms working in unison together, Alice crawled on her belly, dragging her miniature foot long body sensually along the pantyhose length of Gwen’s thigh, moaning in delight with every inch as Gwen’s leg rubbed against Alice’s pantyhose encased clit.
As Alice’s shoulders became even with Gwen’s quim, she laid down flat with her head turned towards Gwen’s intimate spot that was wiggling slightly in anticipation. Alice enjoyed the magnified look of Gwen’s pussy lips as they moved underneath the gray green hosiery, rubbing back and forth in the seamless pantyhose and making the faintest moist spot in the silk.
Kissing Gwen’s thigh, Alice smiled at how much she loved the feel of pantyhose on her lips. Spreading her legs wide Alice began rubbing her legs again against Gwen, as her left hand reached over to rub Gwen’s love button through the pantyhose.
In instant reply, Gwen nearly jumped off the bed when Alice’s tiny hand cupped her clit and began rubbing up and down in between her legs.
“Oh? Do you like that my giant, Gwen?” Alice asked playfully.
“Yes, sweetie, I love it,” was Gwen’s throaty reply as she began breathing harder.
Smiling to herself, Alice stopped rubbing Gwen, teasing her slightly and sat upright astride Gwen’s thigh. Finding her balance she stood up on Gwen’s silky hips and began walking up Gwen’s body. Across her pantyhose waistband, flat stomach, past her ribs (which tickled Gwen as Alice’s tiny feet poked at her demure athletic form) and right up in between her breasts. Kneeling down in between Gwen’s giant b-cups, Alice crawled the rest of the way on her hands and knees up Gwen’s chest so she was face to face with her lover yet again. Placing her tiny hands on Gwen’s chin, Alice leaned in, bending over erotically so her pink pantyhose ass was in the air, and planted several tiny sucking and licking kisses along Gwen’s lips that were as wide as a huge serving platter.
Trying her best to keep still, Alice could tell that all of her love was only driving Gwen crazy for the size she was and the impact she was having. Deciding to spice things up, Alice turned around and crawled away from Gwen so she could enjoy the view of her tiny pussy that had made her own very sizable wet spot in the crotch with all the pantyhose rubbing and foreplay.
Approaching Gwen’s right breast, Alice took the soda can sized nipple in one hand and like a giant phallus began squeezing it with both hands while licking the top in long slow wet circles. Instantly Gwen responded as Alice pulled and sucked at her nipple. Soon her nipple was so hard, it was difficult to even squeeze. Moving to the left side, Alice repeated the same attention, sucking and squeezing till both of her lovely petite breasts were as hard as diamonds.
Grabbing the nipple firmly in one hand and tugging upward forcefully enough to be playful but most likely not nearly enough to cause her pain, Alice looked back at Gwen, past her pantyhose thigh and asked, “are you ready for more, honey?”
“Yes, please sweet Alice,” came her reply. Alice could tell that her body was so small that she was essentially torturing Gwen with tiny pleasures that she wanted more of at her own size. Thinking it over in her head, Alice idly slid off the side of Gwen’s body and pointed to the large pillows at the head of the mattress.
“Put one of those under your rump, so your pussy is in the air!” Gwen commanded with an almost comical order.
Eager to please her miniature mistress, Gwen picked up a large firm pillow and tucked it under her lower back so that her hips were easily several inches off the soft velvety comforter.
“Good girl,” Alice praised. “Now bend your knees up and spread your legs for me darlin’,” Alice continued to direct.
Complying so that her green shiny legs were touching, heels to ass, toes pointed erotically, Gwen could nearly put her knees to her breasts, her pussy and wet pantyhose pointed straight up, exposed widely for Alice.
“Good, now pick me up and put me right on your clit, sweetheart,” Alice said with a smile and a sensual leer in her voice.
Smiling back, the firelight flickering yellow against Alice’s entire body making her ivory pantyhose seem golden, Gwen took the utmost care in picking up her nearly naked pantyhose and tights clad Barbie; hoisting her in between her exposed legs and setting her down directly on her clit.
As Alice was set down, she was very aware that Gwen’s clit was getting harder. Spinning around so she was facing away from Gwen, Alice slid her silky butt, with legs together, directly on top of Gwen’s baseball sized clit. It was a wonderful feeling having pantyhose all over her pussy as well as the nylons rubbing back against her from Gwen’s own apparel. Like she was on an enormous exercise mat made entirely of shimmering pantyhose.
Digging her heels inward so that her feet pushed against Gwen’s opening, Alice anchored her hands so she wouldn’t slip off and began rocking her crotch back and forth across Gwen’s swollen, erect clit. It was amazingly delightful to Alice. The huge mass pressed hard against her pussy made her lips part and the lubricant she’d been making started to soak into the double layers of nylon even more. Her pussy felt energized with all the pantyhose around her, and she could tell she was making Gwen even crazier.
Leaning forward, spreading her legs, a giant clit pressed against her own pussy, Alice grasped Gwen’s pantyhose and with her nails, pulled as hard as she could, finally ripping open Gwen’s seamless crotch so that her pink pussy was exposed to the bed chamber.
“Oh, God Alice!” Gwen nearly shouted in surprise.
Apparently not expecting Alice to be so aggressive, she had caught Gwen off guard. “You said I had to take your powers from you, so I’m taking them baby,” Alice said with a wink.
With the green pantyhose no longer an obstacle, Alice’s breath came short and quickly with the anticipation of what she was about to do next. With one pretty ivory pink foot, Alice slid her entire foot along Gwen’s greased slit, letting her essence coat and soak her foot. Pressing firmly with both feet to get them drenched, she played with Gwen’s pussy lips, parting them playfully with her tiny feet, making Gwen’s hips buck slightly from the attention.
“Hold still baby, you’re going to love this,” Alice said looking back over her shoulder. Gwen’s eyes were transfixed on the tiny goddess sitting on her pantyhose clit, as she practically held her breath waiting in rapture.
Slowly Alice slipped both of her soaked pantyhose feet to Gwen’s pussy opening and ever so slowly began pressing down. Reflexively she could feel Gwen’s pussy spread, accommodating her tiny nylon feet. It was a unique experience to immerse her feet in Gwen’s warm wet hole, and as her ankles slipped inside, spreading her open ever so slightly. Alice looked back at Gwen and asked, “more sweetie?”
“Please, little Alice.. More please.”
Taking the hint, Alice pushed with more assertiveness gliding her lower legs in as Gwen’s own liquid ointment rushed up to soak her pantyhose against Alice’s skin. Gwen’s pussy was tight and was puckering slightly with every move Alice made. Sliding forward even more, Alice put Gwen’s clit under her pussy again and began rubbing back and forth along it as the tops of her knees slid inside Gwen.
Alice felt so complete being this deeply intimate with Gwen. She was masturbating Gwen with her pantyhose legs and she could tell with every twitch and convulsion that she felt, that Gwen was in rapture at being penetrated. Lightly kicking her feet back and forth in the sopping pussy, Gwen felt the wet pantyhose rubbing together on her calves and the coupled sensation with her own pussy being massaged by Gwen’s clit almost mad her cum right there.
“More, please, Alice…” Gwen said, her hips bucking slightly.
“Oh you want more?” Alice said looking back again. “Fine, I can do that.” Sliding around Gwen’s opening like a cork screw in a wine bottle, Alice kept her legs inside of Gwen but was now sitting on a patch of stretched pantyhose directly above Gwen’s asshole as she looked across the throbbing clit into Gwen’s green eyes.
Fixing her gaze so that Gwen watched every move she made, Alice stood up slightly, allowing her weight to carry her deeper into her lover. Gwen’s mouth opened with silent delight as Alice’s thighs spread her pussy wider. Laying her body on top of Gwen’s clit, so that her breasts held the love nub firmly between them, Alice forced herself down, bending her knees and wiggling her ass until she felt all of her lower nylon clad body sink deeper. Her pantyhose and tights covered thighs became warm and wet as she inched down slowly. Then after a few more seconds, Alice wiggled some more and eventually felt her pussy, ass and waist get sucked hungrily into Gwen’s wet opening.
Alice’s body felt amazing, it was so warm and wet inside of Gwen, and as Gwen’s pussy muscles squeezed her legs in building orgasm, Alice felt hugged as her own tights and pantyhose were pulled and flexed inside. Bending over to put her mouth to Gwen’s clit, Alice began licking it like an ice cream cone, making Gwen go wild with delight. Alice also brought her legs forward letting her feet search for Gwen’s G-spot as she gyrated her hips in grinding circles. Feeling the sunken patch of ribbed tissue with her toes, Alice began sliding the pads of her feet downward like she was trying to walk up a washboard.
With a yelp of pleasure, Alice was suddenly taken by surprise as Gwen grasped her around her chest and as gently as she felt she could, began using Alice as a phallus, stroking Alice’s pantyhose legs deeper inside herself.
Propping her arms on top of Gwen’s massive hand, Alice flattened herself, locking her legs so that Gwen could use her body. It was heaven to see the pleasure in Gwen’s eyes as they rolled back under closed lids, while the pumping became more and more intense. Alice’s entire lower body began feeling squeezed as she was plunged in up to her belly button into Gwen’s pussy. As Gwen pushed her body in deeper still, Alice felt her feet touch Gwen’s cervix which pushed and flexed with every thrust of Alice’s body
“Oh, Alice, you’re going to make me cum.. your sweet little pantyhose legs are going to make me cum…. OH GODDDDDD!!!!!!” She cried, as her bent up green pantyhose legs began to shake with the orgasm rippling through her. Alice’s legs felt as if they were in the vacuum of space as Gwen came again and again in shrieking moans of pleasure that filled the room.
Then something odd happened that Alice didn’t quite understand. Her legs were being squeezed so tight it was almost painful and then suddenly she felt smaller hands around her chest as she was pulled quickly out of Gwen’s pussy.
With a tight slurp and another orgasmic cry from Gwen who nearly dropped Alice on the bed, Alice noticed that the hands hadn’t gotten smaller. She had grown about another foot in the span of just a few seconds. If Gwen hadn’t pulled her out, she most likely would have hurt her lover with her increased bulk.
“Alice… that was incredible.. I’ve never done that before,” Gwen panted, trying to catch her breath.
Looking at herself as Gwen set Alice down on her soaking wet pantyhose feet, she was sizably larger. Her pantyhose were considerably tighter making a definite bulge of her stomach over the tops of the strained tiny hose. Smiling at Gwen as she lay there shuddering, Alice asked a question she probably knew the answer to, “Why am I growing Gwen?”
“You’re taking my powers sweetie… And please GOD don’t stop!!” She said with a chuckle to back it up.
“As you wish,” was all Alice said. Kicking the giant pillow out from under Gwen, her green moistened pantyhose butt flopped back onto the bed. Something else was different but Alice couldn’t put her finger on it quite yet. Stepping easily over Gwen’s smaller legs, Alice knelt in between them, laying down in front of Gwen’s pussy.
Gwen’s clit was now about the size of a walnut and Alice opened her mouth wide to suck it into her mouth. Apparently still sensitive, Gwen’s hips bucked wildly, but Alice, being bigger and stronger than before, put an arm on her lower stomach to hold her in place while her tongue worked its magic on the large sensitive tip.
Rubbing her pantyhose legs together, feeling how slippery wet they were from being inside Gwen and the mixture of her own juices that had obviously ebbed out during the heat of passion, Alice placed a hand on Gwen’s opening, massaging her labia with slippery strokes.
“More,” Gwen replied huskily.
“My God Gwen, you’re sure hungry for sex aren’t you?” Alice said a little surprised. She hadn’t seen Gwen this horny ever, even when she was straddling Alice’s face at the Hatress’ tea table.
“It’s soooo nice, little Alice… soooo nice,” she droned mindlessly, still numb an