The Wonders of Wonderland Ch. 01

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A few hours after escaping from the school, they came across a band of goblin's searching through a large pile of junk. As they came nearer, Maria noticed that all the stuff in the pile were things from her bedroom. She saw her bed, her cupboards, her teddy bears, her schoolbooks and all of her clothes. The goblins were looting her things.

"Chase them off, Sir Prance-About," she screamed.

The knight charged the goblins and scared them away. The goblins fled for their lives with as much of Maria's underwear and old Barbie dolls as they could carry.

"Whose stuff is this," Sir Pounce-About asked, looking down at a male underwear catalogue, a couple of seedy romance novels and some embarrassing sex toys Maria had gotten for Christmas from her cousin.

"No idea," Maria lied, "but there seems to be some clothes here I can wear."

She found a pair of her skinny jeans in the pile and put them on. Then she exchanged her pyjama shirt for a tank top. It was also nice to be able to change into a clean set of underwear. Sadly, there was only a single pair of panties left, so she couldn't bring any along for later. Blood goblins, she thought to herself.

The trio kept walking. After a few days they came to a barren wasteland. There was nothing to eat and little to drink. The further they walked, the hungrier they became. They were close to starvation when they came upon a trailer. There was a sign on it that read Bernie the Baker's Bakery. Outside stood a man - presumably Bernie - behind an improvised counter. He had massive side-burns, wore a dirty baker's cap on his head and ripped plastic gloves on his hands. His apron was adorned with a picture of a pin-up girl baking buns.

"Hey, Mister," Maria shouted. "Can you offer us something to eat."

"I only got titty-cake left," Bernie answered apologetically. "And some phallic carrots, but little girls shouldn't eat those."

Strangely, Maria remembered having seen many types of food on the counter. Now there was only cake and carrots.

"It looks like normal chocolate cake," Maria said. "We're very hungry. We'll eat anything."

"It is normal chocolate cake," Berne said. "And like other chocolate cakes it's full of sugar, butter and calories."

"That's fine."

Bernie handed the carrots to Fred and Prance and cut a slice of chocolate cake for Maria. She took a bite. It was delicious - the best chocolate cake she'd ever tasted. Suddenly, however, she became aware of a strange tingling sensation in her body.

"What's happening?" she exclaimed.

It didn't matter. She was too hungry. She needed to eat, and therefore she took another bite. The tingling sensation returned. Her jeans were becoming tighter, as if they were shrinking or as if she was growing. Similarly, she felt her bra tightening around her bust.

"What's happening to me?" she repeated.

"Well, looking at how skinny you are, dear," Bernie explained, "I assume you haven't eaten much cake before. Cake tends to make you gain weight."

That was true. Maria had become a vegetarian at 13 and stopped eaten candy at 16. At 17 she had gone to counselling for anorexia and only recently had she regained a healthy weight.

"But I need to eat more," she sobbed. "I'm still so hungry."

"Then eat," Bernie encouraged her. "You could use some meat on your bones."

Maria greedily pushed the rest of the cake slice into her mouth. She couldn't help herself. She was so hungry and the cake tasted sooo good. Immediately, the top button of her jeans came flying out. Her bra was now so tight that it was hard to raise her chest to breathe. She looked down on her bust and saw that her breasts were being squashed under her restrictive a-cup bra. It was terrifying having this happen to her body, but she couldn't stop eating.

"Can I have another slice, Bernie?" she asked. Chocolate was smeared along the sides of her mouth.

"Sure," Bernie said and cut her a new slice.

Maria greedily dug into it. Her butt immediately began expanding again, pushing the zip on her fly open. The strain on her breasts was starting to become painful.

"If I eat anymore," Maria sobbed. "My clothes won't be able to fit me."

"Eat and be happy," Fred encouraged her, while munching on his carrot.

"If you need to eat more, milady," Sir Prance-Around said. "You can have my cape, but I doubt my metallic amour would fit you."

He unhooked his big red cape from his back and offered it to Maria.

"Thank you," she said, "could you all turn around while I eat the rest of my cake?"

"Of course, milady," Sir Prance-About declared. "We will not invade upon your modesty."

The knight turned away from Maria. Then he grabbed Fred's rabbit mask and turned it backwards so that he couldn't see anything. Maria could hear Fred's muffled cursing from inside his costume. Maria looked at Bernie.

"I'm not looking away, missy," Bernie declared. "This is my bakery shop and I look where I want."

Maria sighed, but did not press the issue. She needed more of his cake to quell her insatiable hunger. Her jeans had become way too tight for her. She slid them down below her hips. To her horror, she noticed that it wasn't only that her butt had grown: Her hip bones had widened. Strangely, her thighs seemed just as skinny as before and so did her waist. While she studied the changes to her body, the hooks on her bra suddenly snapped. Her previously rather flat chest now sported two sizeable perky tits. If they grew any bigger, they would push their way out of her tank top. Luckily, the fabric was flexible. This was nightmarish, but she couldn't fight her hunger.

"Give me more cake," she commanded.

Bernie gave her a malicious smile. "Have as much as you want, dear." And cut her a new slice.

Maria munched away more cake. She felt the cotton fabric of her panties stretch itself over her new bubbly butt. Then her breasts popped out of her top. There was now use trying to put them back in. She just kept on eating. Crumbs rained from her mouth as she ate faster and faster. Bernie stared hungrily at her. It made Maria feel unwell.

"Milady," Sir Prance-About suddenly asked. "How much cake have you eaten?"

Maria didn't answer.

"Has it actually made you any less hungry?" the knight inquired.

Maria stopped eating. "No, I'm just as hungry as I was when we came."

Sir Prance-About span around, grabbed Bernie by the throat and lifted the little man into the air. There was anger in the knight's fiery eyes. Maria quickly wrapped herself in her cape. Fred readjusted his mask and studied the figure of Maria's cloaked body with interest.

"What have you done to her?" Sir Prance-About demanded of Bernie.

"Nothing," Bernie pleaded. "She said she wanted titty-cake."

"I did not," Maria snapped. "You said it was all you had."

Bernie began to laugh. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Maria recognised her handwriting on it.

"Dear, Diary," Bernie read. "I think my boobs have stopped growing. I wish..."

Maria's cheek turned tomato red.

"Trickster and demon," Sir Prance-About screamed and impaled the man with his sword.

Maria gasped. "Sir Prance-About! I'm shocked at you. Do you have to kill everyone?"

"He turned you into a monster," the knight said defensively.

"A monster!? I'm not that much bigger."

"I thought you liked being skinny," the knight responded.

"And maybe the baker knew a way to shrink me back to my original petite shape," Maria snapped.

"I didn't think of that," the knight said apologetically. He looked her over. "If you'd allow me, milady," he continued, "I would say that it really doesn't look that bad. You're still rather slender, just a little more ... shapely than before."

"I think you look fantastic," Fred exclaimed.

They had continued on their journey through the desert. Before they left, Maria was forced to leave behind most of her clothes. She strode across the sandy dunes with the knight's cape wrapped around her like a bath towel. Luckily, it was easily big enough to hide her modesty. At first she had kept her panties on, but they were so uncomfortable that she eventually left them too behind. Her new womanly assets could easily be made out even through her cloak. She knew that from now on she'd always feel partly exposed, even when wearing proper clothes. It would be impossible to conceal her curves even with baggy clothes.

Finally, they saw the edges of a forest in front of them. Perhaps they would find something to eat inside ... and something else to wear.