Warning: This story is intended to be erotic/pornographic. As well as 
breast enlargement it contains some of my other favourite fetishes. Do
not read it if it would be illegal in your country of residence for
you to do so.


Alice in Pornoland  by Hot Dog
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1. Beginning: B-Cup.

Alice was spending a boring evening at home studying for the school 
exams which she would be taking in a few weeks time. Her parents had 
gone out for the evening, so it had been peaceful and she had been 
able to get a lot of work done.  

Alice had just turned 18. She was a very pretty girl, tall and slim, 
with a 32B bust. She had a strong determined face and shoulder-length 
dark hair. Her main claim to fame was that she was the 
great-granddaughter of Alice Liddell, famous for being the inspiration 
for the "Alice" of Lewis Carroll's books.

She lay down her book for a moment and stretched. As she did so she 
glanced out of the window. She saw 50 yards or so of well-kept lawn, 
and beyond it a wood. At 9pm on a warm May evening, it was beginning 
to get dark outside. She thought she could see a light in the gloom of 
the wood, which was odd since the nearer part of it was an extension of 
their garden. Opening the french window, she went to investigate.

As she walked, the wood seemed to recede from her, so that after she 
had been walking for a full minute it still appeared to be the 50 
yards away that it was at the start. "Very strange," she thought. 
Turning to go back to the house, she gasped. The house had 
disappeared. In its place was what looked like a rather seedy 
nightclub, with a garish flashing neon sign above the entrance: 
"PORNOLAND" it said.

Feeling that she had little alternative, Alice walked into the foyer. 
There she was accosted by a man-size white rabbit, with staring red 
eyes, and wearing a dark suit. Alice blinked, but the rabbit was still 
there. "You're late", he said. "Your great-grandmother was just the
same. Your dressing room is over there", he added, pointing at a door 
on the far side of the foyer. He grabbed her by the shoulder and, 
whilst she was still too numbed with surprise to react, hustled her 
across the foyer and through the door, closing it with a bang behind 
her.  


2. "Quack!": C-Cup

Alice immediately turned and attempted to open the door, but it 
appeared that the rabbit had locked it. Examining the room, she 
discovered it was about twelve foot by eight. Its walls were painted a 
rather bilious shade of pink. It had no window, but was harshly lit by 
a powerful unshaded light-bulb. There was a grating in the far 
corner. Underfoot was a rather threadbare carpet. The room contained a 
dressing table; on its top were the usual sort of items you might 
expect to find: make-up, comb, hand-mirror, and so forth. The drawers 
of the table appeared to be locked. In front of the table was a chair. 
There was also a full-length mirror, and next to it a wardrobe.

She opened the door of the wardrobe. Inside were a number of brightly 
coloured outfits on hangers. The hangers were numbered one to twelve. 
The first hanger had a piece of paper attached to it. On the paper 
was written: "Wear the outfits in order. The door of the room cannot 
be opened until you have put on the correct outfit."

"Well," thought Alice, "it appears I have very little option." 
Thinking this must all be a dream, she felt intrigued rather than 
frightened. She took the first outfit, which appeared to be alarmingly 
skimpy. As she removed it from the wardrobe, her own clothes shimmered 
for a moment and then disappeared, leaving her standing naked. "And 
even less option now," she added. The outfir comprised: a bright pink 
skimpy pair of panties; a scarlet skirt whose hemline was no more than 
six inches below her crotch; a gauze top in the same colour, with long 
sleeves and a high neckline but which was totally transparent; a 
garter belt and silk stockings in the same shade of pink as the 
panties (Alice struggled a little with these items, since being a modern 
girl she had never worn stockings before); and finally red shoes with 
two inch heels. No bra.

"I look like a cheap tart," thought Alice disconsolately, as she 
examined herself in the mirror. Then she noticed that her breasts 
appeared to be a little fuller than she remembered. Finding a 
measuring tape on the dressing table, she found that her bust 
measurement had indeed increased by about an inch. Putting down the 
tape, she noticed another note, that she had not seen earlier. This 
one said: "Every time you put on a new outfit your tits will grow by 
an inch." And there were twelve outfits, so if she had to wear them 
all that would make...a slight pause for mental calculation...an M 
cup. Alice pouted. She had to get out of here.

Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by the door being thrown open 
and the rabbit shouting "You're on!" Leaving the room, she found the 
foyer had somehow been transformed into a stage. Beyond the lights, 
she could barely make out an audience which, though it seemed to 
contain many strange creatures, she had little doubt was all male. At 
the side of the stage was a full-length mirror, in which she could see 
her very nervous-looking reflection. Standing there, shifting from 
foot to foot, not sure what to do, she heard the rabbit give her a 
rousing introduction: "Gentlemen, we are very fortunate to have with 
us this evening, all the way from the Real World, the famous 
polymorphing Alice!" She didn't like the sound of that "polymorphing".

"Her tits aren't very big," shouted a raucous voice from the front row 
(belonging to a gryphon, Alice thought). "Don't worry, Sir," leered 
the rabbit. "I'm sure you'll have no complaints on that score by the 
end of the evening. Now, who would like to suggest the first change 
for our lovely guest?" A voice from somewhere at the back yelled out: 
"A duck's bill." "Don't be ridiculous," snapped Alice. This started 
off in her usual voice, but finished sounding like Donald Duck. 
Looking in the mirror, she saw that where her mouth had been she now 
had a bright yellow duck's bill some nine inches long. "I suppose you 
think that's funny," she quacked indignantly, which brought a great 
burst of raucous laughter from the audience. 

"And what next?" asked the rabbit. "Make her belly nine months 
pregnant," came a voice. Immediately Alice felt a stretching in her 
midsection. In just a second or two her belly swelled until she did, 
indeed, appear to be nine months gone. As a result of this her hemline 
had risen, so that the connectors on her garter belt were showing, and 
the bottom of her blouse had parted company with the top of the skirt, 
displaying some six inches of midriff - not that it made much 
difference given the blouse's tenuousness.
 
Unfortunately for Alice, somebody decided to cap the last speaker, and 
called out "Make it ten months!" "No, eleven months!" from the other 
side of the stalls. Again the stretching sensation. Alice's panties 
gave up the unequal struggle, and fell to her ankles. Pulling at the 
hem of her skirt, she hoped her decency was preserved, but then she 
remembered that she was on a raised stage and that the audience 
probably had an uninterrupted view. Looking in the mirror, she saw an 
almost unimaginably large belly, with a skirt hanging precariously 
over the lower part of it, her blouse mostly above it, and her breasts 
lying on top of it. 

"Move about the stage," urged the rabbit. "Give all the punters a good 
view." So Alice slowly and unhappily waddled from one end of the stage 
to the other, wondering what other indignities could befall her. The 
answer, at least for the moment, was none. "There will now be a ten 
minute intermission," announced the rabbit, "before Alice returns for 
her next spot." Alice was able to return thankfully to the comparative 
sanctuary of her dressing room.

On the table was a large jar of vanishing cream. "I'm sure that wasn't 
there before," thought Alice. "I wonder..." Applying the cream to her 
bill and then her belly, she found to her relief that it did indeed 
make them disappear. Attempting to reduce her breasts to their normal 
size did not work, however.


3. Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud: D-Cup

Looking at the grating in the far corner, Alice found that it was held 
in position by nothing more than rust. A few good pulls, and she had 
removed it. There was some sort of tunnel going back as far as she 
could see, which looked as though it would be a tight squeeze. 
However, she now only had a couple of minutes of the ten minutes 
interval remaining, and if she made a run for it now she was sure she 
would be caught before she could get very far. Better to wait for the 
next intermission.

Having decided this, she hurriedly flung off her outfit, which 
promptly dissolved into thin air, and put on the next one. This was 
better! A beautiful white ball-gown, with a slightly low-cut but not 
embarrassing bodice, and a knee-length skirt complete with voluminous 
under-skirts. There were white panties (but still no bra, she noticed, 
making a face), white silk self-supporting stockings, white shoes with 
comparatively sensible heels, and to complete the outfit 
shoulder-length white gloves. As she hurriedly pulled on the outfit, 
she noticed that her breasts were again substantially larger. She 
didn't have time to measure them, but she had no reason to doubt that 
the promised one inch increase had occurred.

The rabbit poked his head round the door and called "Time." Last time 
the stage had been on the same level as her dressing room, but now she 
found she had to descend a few steps. She was taken by surpise to find 
herself going down into thick oozing mud, which rose nearly to her 
knees. She was in something like a swimming pool without the water, 
some 15 feet square, and with its rim at her eye level. It was filled 
to a depth of about a foot with a mixture which looked like three 
parts mud to one part tar. Round the edges of the "pool" sat the 
audience.

"And now," said the rabbit, "we bring you mud wrestling: Innocent 
Alice against Donna the Dominatrix! Three three minute rounds, and may 
the best girl win." Alice did not like the sound of her opponent, and 
when she saw her descending the steps at the far side of the pool she 
liked her even less. Alice was fairly tall, but slimly built (apart 
now from her breasts). Her opponent, however, stood at least 6 feet 
tall and, though voluptously curved, clearly was well-muscled. She was 
also far more suitably dressed for the bout than was Alice - a bikini 
made out of what looked like black rubber and thigh-length leather 
boots.

The match began, and it was not long before Alice was having the worst 
of it, being thrown full-length into the mud at frequent intervals. 
Her stockings were soon round her ankles, some of her underskirts had 
come adrift and were hampering her mobility, and the flimsy top of her 
dress soon tore and was round her waist. By the end of the last round 
she was wearing only a few scraps of clothing and was covered in thick 
sticky black mud from head to toe. Only her teeth and the whites of 
her eyes provided any contrast. Meanwhile her opponent had suffered 
only a few minor splashes. 

The girls climbed out of the pool. The result of the bout was a 
foregone conclusion, and the rabbit duly announced Alice's opponent as 
the winner. Then he went on to say: "As is traditional, there is a 
forfeit for the loser." Alice groaned inwardly - what now? "The number 
of turns that Alice will do has been doubled from twelve to 
twentyfour." Well, that was all right, as she didn't intend to stick 
around to do them anyway. "There will now be a twenty minute interval 
to allow Alice time to clean up." Excellent - that would give her more 
time to make her escape. 


4: Seven Up - E-Cup.

Alice found her room had magically acquired a shower that hadn't been 
there before. A very hurried washing and towelling used up a precious 
seven minutes. She grabbed the next outfit. She hoped it would be 
suitable for scrambling through a tunnel, but she didn't have time to 
search through them all. She was in luck. It was a schoolgirl's 
gymslip in dark green, with mid-thigh skirt, white button-up blouse 
with a thin brown ribbon to tie at the collar, white ankle-length 
socks, and yellow flat shoes. No bra, and no panties this time either. 
As she put it on (and her tits swelled again) she wondered what sort 
of turn she would have been expected to give in an outfit like this.

Removing the grating, she crawled into the tunnel. Its floor and walls 
seemed to be made out of concrete. At first a little light was 
provided from the room behind her, but after a minute or so, by which 
time she estimated she had gone some 30 yards, it was pitch black. The 
air felt cool on her face and a little damp. A little further, and she 
detected a light at the far end. Eventually, after she had crawled 100 
yards or so, she came to the far end. Beyond another grating, she 
could see a sunlit meadow (which was odd, as by her calculation it 
should be about 11pm).

Giving the grating a good push, she was glad to find that it easily 
gave way, and emerged blinking into the sun. Behind her was a 
featureless brick wall, the back of the building from which she had 
just emerged. Fortunately, there didn't appear to be anyone around to 
observe her.

Just then she became aware that something, probably a mosquito picked 
up in the tunnel, had been crawling around inside her blouse for the 
last couple of minutes, and had bitten her several times. She gave a 
slap where she estimated it might be. Unbuttoning her blouse she drew 
out the body of the squashed mosquito. It was easily the largest she 
had ever seen, over two inches long. She could see five separate 
little red bumps where it had bitten her all over the front of her 
torso from below her breasts down to just above her navel. As she 
looked at the bumps, she saw that they were rapidly growing in size. 
They soon swelled beyond the size of the largest insect bites she had 
ever seen. "My God," she thought. "They're turning into breasts." And 
so they were. Within a few minutes she had five additional breasts all 
as large as her original two now were. "Damn, I forgot to bring the 
vanishing cream with me," she realised. Not that there would have been 
any guarantee it would have worked.

It didn't take her long to realise that trying to rebutton her blouse 
over the top of her new assets was a hopeless task. She couldn't even 
do up the lowest button, never mind the rest. She was able to retie 
the ribbon at the collar, but this did nothing to hide her multiple 
tits, which stood out proudly. One advantage of this alternative plane 
of reality (or dream, as Alice preferred to think) seemed to be that 
her breasts did not sag. Perhaps the gravity was less; at any rate 
carrying them around did not appear to cause her any discomfort or 
strain, although she soon found that any sudden movement would cause 
them all to jiggle, and to start rebounding off one another in a 
rather disconcerting way.  

Spotting a cottage on the far side of the meadow, some quarter of a 
mile away, Alice could think of nothing better to do than to walk to 
it, and see if she could find any help there.

[This chapter was inspired by:
 http://www.tt.rim.or.jp/~tagro/F-ASUKA2.jpg]



A note on the chapter titles:

"Mud, mud, glorious mud" is a quotation from "The Hippopotamus Song", by
 Michael Flanders and Donald Swann.

Seven-Up is (or at least was) a popular soft drink in the UK.

