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Alice and Phoebus had finally found their way out of the library and into another hallway. It stretched out ahead of them as far away as they could see, with red walls and funhouse mirrors lining the walls on each side.
As they walked down it, Phoebus observed “It feels like it’s slanting downwards, don’t you think?”
Alice instinctively looked down at her walking feet. “Do you think so? I’m not noticing it.”
Phoebus shrugged. “Maybe it’s just an illusion. Like a mirage. For my feet.”
Alice giggled. “You’re very funny.”
“Thank you. I’m not a good singer, so I have to be skilled at something .”
“Oh, such wit. Your wife must go half-mad keeping you under control.”
Phoebus chuckled. “I’m sure she’d agree with you. She–”
He glanced over at her as he spoke, and then his words abruptly stopped.
“Er, Alice…?”
“Hmm?” she said, looking over at him. Then she realized, she wasn’t looking over at him. She was looking down at him.
The hallway floor had been slanting downwards. Alice had not noticed because as it slanted, she was growing, and so her head remained level. She was now suddenly at least two heads taller than Phoebus.
They both gaped at each other, him up at her, her down at him. Before either of them could say anything, the floor turned slick under their feet. They both fell onto their backsides as they slipped down the corridor-turned-slide. For a few seconds, the world was lights and shadows flying by.
Then they were tumbling out into a larger room. As Phoebus sat up and waited for the world to stop spinning, he said “I know that’s only the second time tonight for us, but I’m getting really tired of unexpected sliding.”
He looked up, and gaped. They were now in a much taller and wider corridor, with the ceiling higher than a cathedral. Alice’s head now almost touched that ceiling.
Phoebus instinctively jumped and crawled backwards, bumping into the wall behind him. Alice was the size of a titan. Her head, now as big as a small cottage, looked down at him, and then looked down at herself.
“Well!” she said, her voice still soft and feminine but booming, echoing off the cavernous walls. “This is interesting! Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time I’ve been this size.”
She instinctively took a rumbling step. Phoebus scrambled away. “Hey! Alice! Watch your step, watch it!”
Alice froze, looking down at him with concern in her eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry! Here, let me get you out of the way.”
Her gargantuan hand reached down to the floor. Phoebus hesitantly climbed on, getting into a sitting position on her palm. Then she slowly lifted him up into the air, giving him slight vertigo. He knew better than to look down.
Alice smiled down at the cute little man, literally in the palm of her hand. She had to suppress a giggle. He was adorable! More men should come travel-sized.
“Let’s put you someplace where I won’t be clumsy and step on you.” She moved her hand towards her breast. Phoebus’s eyes widened even more as he neared her exposed cleavage, which was now longer than he was tall. Was she really going to…?
Yes she was. She gently tipped her hand and let Phoebus slip down between her breasts. Then she used two fingers to gently nudge him into a comfortable position. He was now tucked in up to his waist, between her tits.
Alice was looking down at him, and when she spoke, he could feel the warm breeze of her breath. “Are you comfortable?”
“Uh, yeah.” Phoebus nodded, looking around at the two pale mounds that enveloped his lower body from both sides. They were soft, and he didn’t feel too restrained. That part was comfortable. The uncomfortable part was the massive hard-on that was straining against his pants, desperate to touch the plentiful skin pressing in from all sides.
Alice looked up and took an experimental step forward. Her breasts shook a little, but Phoebus remained in place. He would be secure as Alice walked. So, she did so, starting to stroll down the gigantic corridor.
“On we go then,” she said cheerfully as she walked. Internally, she tingled with delight at the feeling of the little warm body that was tucked into her “compartment”. Something about having a man in so intimate a space, but also helpless and dependent on her, was quite a turn-on. She resolved to savor as much of the experience as she could. And when this was all over, revisit it many times in her fantasies.
She wasn’t the only excited one. Phoebus sharply inhaled through gritted teeth as Alice’s mammaries rubbed over him with each step. His erection was only getting worse. It would be all he could do to avoid climaxing right in his pants within the next few minutes. This would be a test of strength like none he’d ever been through before.
“I don’t think I like this room,” said Aladdin.
He and Dorothy were walking through a long room that looked almost like a shop. On the walls all around them were utensils hanging from hooks. But utensils for what? There were large wooden spoons, paddles, riding crops… what did they all have in common? Aladdin, thinking back to some of his punishment sessions with Jasmine, had a hunch. That was why he wanted to hurry out of here as soon as possible.
Dorothy started to say “Well, it could be worse–” when suddenly there was a clattering sound somewhere behind them.
They both stopped and looked back. “I don’t see anything,” said Aladdin.
“Me neither,” Dorothy whispered.
They hesitated another few moments before slowly turning back to start walking again. As soon as they did–
Whoosh. WHACK.
Something swished through the air and struck Aladdin from behind. He yelped and jumped, clutching his ass with both hands. They both whirled around in time to see one of the paddles flying through the air of its own volition, returning to the hook it had come from like a boomerang.
Aladdin’s fear was coming true. “Run!” he cried. The two of them took off, heading towards the glowing door on the far side of the room. A crop came out of nowhere and took a swinging swipe at Aladdin’s running bum. He grimaced and ran faster.
As the exit was getting closer, Aladdin tripped over something and stumbled forward, flopping his stomach over something that looked like a cushioned bench, just sitting there in the middle of the room.
Dorothy looked back and stopped. “Aladdin!”
Aladdin looked up, still laying across the bench as he caught his breath.
“I’m okay, I’m okay, don’t worry–”
A wooden spoon flew up and attacked Aladdin’s defenseless rear. It gave him several quick swats before floating away. Immediately after it was gone, another paddle appeared and did the same. Then another riding crop. It was as if the instruments were all waiting in line to spank the poor boy. The constant pressure prevented him from getting up.
“I’m sorry!” Dorothy shouted, “I don’t know how to stop them!”
Aladdin panted, wincing from the pain of the now-constant ass beatings. “No, no, it’s actually not– ow! –that bad. My wife has given me– ugh! –worse!”
“Your wife?” Dorothy asked, less scared and more confused.
He looked sheepish, even through the pain. “Only when I’ve– ah! –been a bad boy. So this is really more– mmf! –annoying than anything else.”
“Well even so,” said Dorothy, a little calmer now. “I’m gonna look for a way to stop it.”
“ OW! –thank you!”
Dorothy glanced around the room. All she could see were the flying tools of pain. She kept instinctively wincing, even though they were all only aiming for the man in the room. She started to walk around to get a better look at everything, carefully not to get in any instrument’s path.
It took her a minute to spot it, but she finally noticed something: there was a spot in the room where none of the tools were flying. They were still just hanging on the hooks. She hurried over, and soon enough there was a plaque on the wall there. Rather than a rhyming riddle, it simply said:
PULL THE HOOKS IN THE RIGHT ORDER.
She frowned. What was the right order? She looked around again. She gazed with sympathy at Aladdin, still getting his ass whipped by all the flying instruments. Wait… the instruments…
Dorothy realized that there was a pattern. The tools going at Aladdin were doing so in a pattern of types. Paddle, riding crop, spoon, paddle, crop spoon, paddle, crop, spoon…
She turned back to the wall and pulled on a hook holding a paddle. It went down like a lever. Excited, she pulled down a hook with a crop, then one with a spoon. She went through the pattern two more times, until she had pulled every hook in this spot.
Suddenly an opening appeared in the wall nearby. Just big enough for an adult to enter. A soft warm light came from it. Dorothy called back to Aladdin “I’m going to look in here!”
Aladdin, sniffling and dangerously close to crying, put on a brave face for her and said “O-Okay!” as nonchalantly as he could. He squeezed his eyes shut to stall the tears a little longer.
Dorothy crept through the opening and found herself in what seemed like a storage room. It was warmer than the other rooms, and the golden light was cozy. Dorothy turned around to look back out into the other room, and was startled to see that the opening had vanished. Now what would she do?
“Oh, hi! Welcome to where the magic happens.”
Dorothy whirled around. The voice had come from an open entrance to another room, of the same size. Dorothy cautiously walked over to the entrance in peered in.
The main difference in this other room was a large display of several screens across one of the walls. Each of the screens were flashing images of different rooms. Below the screens was someone sitting in a chair. Dorothy was now so disoriented that it took her a moment to recognize the ticket-taker from outside. Her cheeks immediately went warm again.
“Oh,” she said, “uh, hello.”
The ticket-taker, still in her black robe, was sitting casually with one arm slung over the back of the chair.
“You figured out the pattern, really impressive. Most people who stumble in that room just run out as fast as they can.”
“Thank you, but my friend’s still stuck in there–”
“Nah, he’s fine, the spanking stops as soon as the entrance closes again. See, look.”
She pointed to one of the screens on the wall. Dorothy stepped closer. Sure enough, the screen showed the room Dorothy had just come from, with all the instruments floating back onto their hooks, and staying there as if nothing happened. While the women watched, Aladdin shakily got up from the bench, looking around. Rubbing his bottom, he looked over at the wall, where the opening used to be.
“He’s all alone, I think I should–” Dorothy started.
“Wait,” the other woman said, “I think he’s gonna be fine here in a second.”
Aladdin wandered over to the door on the far side of the room, the one he and Dorothy had originally been heading for. When he opened it, he was swept inside. It was hard to tell from the distance, but it appeared as if he had been lifted up by a sudden burst of air.
“What happened to him?” Dorothy asked. The ticket-taker pointed to another screen. This one showed a cluttered room, where two objects were gliding across the floor. Again, it was hard to see, but they looked almost like beds or cribs or some sort.
“Your other friends are coming into this room,” the ticket-taker explained, “and also-”
On the other side of the same room were a couple doors. One of them opened and Aladdin flew out, landing on the floor.
As the little Aladdin on the screen got to his feet, the ticket-taker nodded in satisfaction. “I thought so, I can sometimes tell when rooms are going to converge. He’s going to meet up with your other friends right now.”
“Oh,” said Dorothy, watching as tiny versions of Wendy and Eric appeared on the screen, talking to the tiny Aladdin. Eric seemed to be wearing some sort of costume, but Dorothy couldn’t tell what it was.
“So… what do I do now?” she asked.
The other girl shrugged. “Good question. I actually can’t remember the last time somebody solved the pattern and got in here. It’s really kind of a special secret-bonus-thing. You are a clever chick.”
Dorothy was suddenly blushing so furiously that she looked down and pretended to examine something on her hand in a desperate attempt to hide it. “Gosh, I don’t know about that …”
“So, you could hang out a little bit, and savor your accomplishment. Or I could show you the way back out into the main building. Up to you!”
Dorothy looked around. Trying to sound casual, she said “I s’pose I could hang around a bit. Since it’s such a special honor.”
The ticket-taker grinned. “Glad to hear it. You can call me Amethyst, by the way.”
“Oh, that’s a pretty name!” said Dorothy.
“Thanks,” said Amethyst, “actually, if you want, you can call me Amy for short. Not many people can. But you can.”
She winked.
Dorothy smiled shyly. “Oh, well, lucky me.”
She looked around again. “You know, this isn’t the first time I’ve found a secret control room hidden in a wall.”
Amethyst raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? You really get around. I’d love to hear about the other time.”
Dorothy waved a hand. “Oh, you don’t want to hear that, it’s a long story.”
Amethyst chuckled. “Your friends are still wandering around, I think we have time. Take a seat if you want.”
Dorothy looked around. “I don’t see another chair.”
Amethyst looked around. “Hmm, I guess you’re right. Well, you can sit on the floor, or…”
She gestured at her own lap. “It’s a sturdy chair. It will hold us both.”
Dorothy’s eyes went wide. Her heartbeat sped up. “Are-are you sure? I don’t want to cause any discomfort.”
“I’d be totally comfortable with it. If you’d be uncomfortable, then of course that’s okay! I’m just putting the option out there.”
Dorothy hesitated. She had to admit, she wanted to. But did she dare?
She remembered that it was supposed to be an exciting night of fun, of adventure. Going with her impulses, she walked over and tenderly lowered herself onto the beautiful gothic woman’s lap.
Amethyst smiled. “There. Comfy enough?”
Tingles of excitement shot through Dorothy. “Y-Yes,” she stammered out, “thank you.”
Amy patted Dorothy’s shoulder, just her touch making Dorothy shiver with giddiness. She hoped Amy couldn’t feel it.
“Anyway,” Amy said, “your story?”
Dorothy settled into the soft fabric of Amy’s robe, and started telling the tale of how she went to Oz.