When she finally managed to sit up, Alice found herself staring at her surroundings in disbelief. Her parents' house, which had always loomed large in the distance, now seemed to tower over her like a skyscraper. She tried to stand, but her feet were much too small to fit into her shoes. Her socks, which had once been a comfortable fit, now dangled from her hands like floppy, useless rags. Panic rising in her chest, Alice began to frantically search for something, anything, that she could use as protection from the elements and the dangers that lurked in the unfamiliar landscape that had become her new home.
As she wandered aimlessly through the garden, Alice couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable in her nakedness. She longed for the familiar comfort of her own clothes, even if they were too big for her now. The wind whispered through the leaves overhead, carrying the scent of flowers and the distant murmur of insects. Despite the beauty that surrounded her, Alice felt more alone than she ever had before.
Then, as if in answer to her silent pleas, a shadow fell across her path. She looked up to see the large male mouse that had been watching her from the safety of a nearby bush. The creature's fur was an impressive shade of brown, and he stood nearly as tall as she did, despite his smaller stature. For a moment, Alice felt a spark of hope flare within her chest. Perhaps this mouse could help her find her way home.
Cautiously, she approached the mouse, her tiny hands held out in a gesture of friendship. The mouse regarded her with large, curious eyes, his whiskers twitching as he sniffed the air. Slowly, he extended a paw, and Alice gasped as she felt the rough texture of his fur against her skin. She reached out with the other hand, tentatively touching his other paw. For a brief moment, they stood there, locked in an awkward embrace, before the mouse seemed to regain his composure and pulled away.
"Um, hi there," Alice said, trying to sound brave. "My name's Alice. I was just wondering if you could, you know, help me get back home?" The mouse blinked once, then cocked his head to the side. "Home?" he squeaked, his voice surprisingly deep and rich. "What is this 'home' you speak of?"
Alice's heart sank. Of course, the mouse wouldn't understand. She tried to think of another way to explain. "Well, it's this big building over there," she pointed vaguely in the direction of the house, "with lots of rooms and people and things. That's where I live." The mouse studied her for a moment, his whiskers twitching. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, he darted forward.
Surprised, Alice stumbled back, landing on her rump. The mouse didn't seem to notice, as he began to sniff and prod her body with his paws. His whiskers brushed against her skin, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck. She tensed, unsure of what to expect. But after a few moments, he pulled away, his eyes wide with wonder.
"Fascinating," he murmured, sounding almost scientific. "You're the first human I've ever seen like this. Your skin is so smooth, and your body... so curvy. You truly are a marvel." Alice blushed, feeling self-conscious under the mouse's intense gaze. "I could spend hours studying you," he went on, seeming to lose himself in thought.
For a moment, Alice considered asking him to help her again. But something in the mouse's tone made her hesitate. There was a strange, almost proprietary air about him that made her feel uncomfortable. Instead, she settled for saying, "Well, thank you for your interest. I really do appreciate it. But if you could just help me find my way home, that'd be great." The mouse paused, considering her words. Then, with a sigh, he nodded.
"Very well," he said. "I'll lead you to this 'house' of yours. But remember, Alice, once we're there, our time together must come to an end. You must find your own way from there." Alice nodded solemnly, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew that saying goodbye to this strange, fascinating creature would be one of the hardest things she'd ever have to do. But she also knew that she had no choice. She trusted the mouse to keep his word, and she hoped that one day, somehow, they might meet again.
The mouse set off at a brisk pace, his long, furry tail swaying from side to side. Alice struggled to keep up, her tiny legs working overtime to match his long strides. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally reached the edge of the forest. Beyond lay a large field dotted with colorful flowers, and in the distance, Alice could see the familiar shape of her house. The mouse stopped at the forest's edge, her lawn turning to face her.
"You truly are a marvel, Alice," he said, his voice soft with awe. "I can't help but feel drawn to you, to explore every inch of your beautiful body." He took a step closer, and Alice felt a shiver of nervous anticipation run down her spine. "Please," he continued, "let me have this one last moment with you."
Alice hesitated, unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to push the mouse away, to get back to her home and her life. But another part of her, deeper down, found herself oddly flattered by his attention. She took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "Okay," she said softly. "Just for a moment."
The mouse let out a contented sigh and began to prowl around her, sniffing and patting her body with his paws. He examined her breasts, her stomach, her hips and thighs, taking in every detail with an intense focus that made Alice feel both self-conscious and strangely aroused. He even climbed up onto her shoulders and sniffed her hair, making her laugh despite herself.
As he explored her body, the mouse's whiskers brushed against her skin, sending tingles up and down her spine. He circled around behind her and nuzzled her bottom, making her gasp. "You're so soft," he murmured, sounding almost dreamy. "I could spend hours just feeling you like this." Alice bit her lip, unsure how much more of this she could take before she lost control.
The mouse moved up between her legs, his whiskers tickling her inner thighs. She felt a tremor of anticipation run through her as he began to sniff and lick her hairless vulva. His hot breath sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her jerk and arch her back. "Ahh," she moaned, her hands tangling in his fur. "That feels so good."
He licked and nibbled at her, his tongue flicking in and out of her folds, and she felt herself starting to lose control. Her hips bucked involuntarily, begging for more of his touch. His paws reached up to cup her budding breasts. "Please," she whispered, her voice shaky with desire. "Don't stop."
The mouse looked up at her, his eyes shining with a mixture of lust and curiosity. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, his hot breath fanning her face. "I've never met anyone like you." He lowered his head again, his tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh. "I want to know every inch of you," he murmured, his voice thick with strange conflicting desire.
Her heart pounded in her chest as his words washed over her. She tried to fight back the urge to let go, to surrender to the pleasure that was building inside her. But it was no use. She could feel her resolve crumbling beneath the onslaught of his touch. His tongue found her clitoris, and she arched her back with a gasp, her hips grinding against his mouth.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt anything like this before." Her words seemed to embolden the mouse, and he redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking and teasing her until she was certain she would explode with pleasure.
Her whole body tensed, and then she felt it: a powerful wave of release crashing over her. Her inner muscles clenched around the mouse's tongue, and her juices spilled over his lips. He continued to lap at her, his movements slow and methodical, as if he wanted to savor every last drop. When at last he drew away, she lay panting and spent beneath him.
The mouse gazed down at her, his whiskers twitching. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I've never felt anything like that before." He hesitated for a moment, then slowly, carefully, he lowered himself onto her, his hot, hard member pressing against her virginity.
The sensation was intense, and yet somehow right. As he began to thrust inside her, Alice cried out in mingled pain and pleasure. Her body was stretched and filled in ways it had never been before, and yet she felt a strange, intoxicating connection to the mouse. He moved with a practiced rhythm, his powerful hind legs driving him deep inside her, his front paws stroking and caressing her breasts.
She arched her back, meeting his thrusts, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance of lust. The room seemed to spin around them, time losing all meaning as they became lost in the sensation. The air grew thick with the sound of their labored breathing and the slapping of their flesh against each other.
Finally, as the world seemed to tilt and right itself once more, Alice felt a powerful surge of release coursing through her body. Her muscles tensed and spasmed around the mouse, and she cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He followed her over the edge, his hot cum spilling deep inside her, their bodies locked together in a single, shuddering climax.
They look at each other, rest for a while and go their separate ways. A hour later, still in the magical garden, she finds a small pond, but her her it is a lake. She gets into the warm water and washes her nude off. She gets into the water and washes herself. She washes the mouses seaman from her sore vagina. As she continues to skinny-dip, she is unaware that every giant creature here ether wants to Swallow her alive, fuck her or both.
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