This is a story vaguely following the plot of Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, with ABDL elements inserted (obviously). So… Here’s the first chapter!
Note: Chapter has been divided into smaller chapters within chapters in order to make the layout more similar to the original… If you see what I mean
Alice was bored. Checking her hair in the mirror for the fifth time in two minutes, she ran a hand through her long, brown locks, then gave an enormous sigh. As there was no alternative available, she decided to go for a walk.
Locking the door of her cosy cottage, she strode across the moors, which spread invitingly as far as the eye could see. She walked for miles, losing all track of time as the purple heather passed by. Finally, a wave of tiredness came over her, and she leant against a tree. Feeling a little drowsy, she sat for five or ten minutes watching the clouds, until her attention was brought back to earth by a rustling in the bushes. Looking around, she was shocked to observe a large white rabbit running across the moor before her. Rabbits in that part of the country were usually brown - but that wasn’t what shocked Alice. What shocked Alice was the large white nappy taped between the rabbit’s muscular hind legs. For a moment, she couldn’t move. Then she recovered the use of her feet and leaped up. Chasing after the rabbit, she was just in time to see the seat of it’s nappy vanishing down a huge hole. Without stopping to think, Alice leaped after him.
She fell straight down, for what seemed like hours. It was pitch black, so she caught only a vague impression of the earthen walls rushing past. Finally, however, the tunnel began to grow lighter and Alice could see various pieces of furniture set into the walls. Some were quite ordinary- wardrobes and cupboards- but there seemed to be rather a lot of baby furniture, including things such as cribs and changing tables. The odd thing, Alice thought, was that as she got lower, the furniture got larger and larger until the highchairs she was falling past could quite easily have accommodated her 16-year-old self. And then…
She reached the bottom.
Alice didn’t feel the bone-splintering crash she expected on contact with the ground. On the contrary, she could have sworn that she bounced slightly. Looking around herself, Alice saw a long hall which was lined with doors along both sides, with a low wooden table in the centre.
“How strange!” she exclaimed. Looking at two or three of the doors, she noticed that they were all tall, heavy, made of a polished dark wood- and very definitely locked.
Alice growled with irritation. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life in a small room at the bottom of a rabbit hole! She threw her full weight at the door, but it still obstinately refused to shift. Sitting down on the floor, Alice blinked hard. She wasn’t going to cry, whatever happened. It only wasted time.
Looking at the wooden table in the centre of the hall, she noticed a drawer set into it. Alice wondered if there might be a key for one of the doors in it.
Hurrying over, she pulled the drawer open and found a tiny brass key. Snatching it up, she hurried to the nearest door and tried it in the lock. However, she soon realised that the key was far too small and delicate for the heavy locks in the wooden doors around the room. Throwing herself on the floor in frustration, she stared hard at the wall to stop herself crying and suddenly noticed a thin line, almost imperceptible in the wall. Following it down, she found a miniscule keyhole which perfectly fitted the key she held in her hand. Hurriedly unlocking the door, Alice threw it open and looked through the gap. On the other side were lush green gardens, adorned with flowerbeds and fountains. Pushing her head forward, she did her best to force her way in. However, she soon realised that it was hopeless. Not even her head would go through the tiny doorway, and the rest of her body fitting through was completely out of the question. Stepping back, Alice suddenly saw a baby’s bottle on the floor behind her, which she was certain had not been there before. Attached was a Post-It note, which read ‘Drink Me’.
“Certainly not!” cried Alice indignantly. “Surely they don’t think I’m going to drink from a baby bottle!”
The text on the note changed suddenly, making Alice jump. It now read ’ It’s your only option’