No way, don't corrupt this story any further!

Could the caterpillar be the cursed character in this story? You doubt it; she’s too minor a character in the tale to be able to corrupt everyone else, even if she did manage to get sweet Alice to lick her hot little box. That was definitely not in the children’s version. Eating out this caterpillar is only going to mess up the story even more, you remind yourself sternly. There must be an innocent way of making yourself big enough to enter the March Hare’s house.

Sitting on the edge of the toadstool, the caterpillar frowns at your hesitation. She jerks her dress up to her waist and spreads her legs even further apart. There is only a light dusting of blonde hair above her pussy, and it provides no cover to shield her slit from your hungry gaze. Her pretty pink snatch is so close to your face that you can see the wetness between her slightly parted lips. You can smell her too, an earthy aroma that strikes you as fresh and clean. You try to avert your eyes from her nakedness, but your body won’t respond to your brain’s commands. You feel frozen, overwhelmed by the sexuality of this beautiful woman.

The horny caterpillar twines her hands into your hair and gently pulls your face into her pussy, and all your thoughts flee your mind like water through a sieve. You gingerly stick out your tongue and dip into her folds. She’s sticky, but you love how she tastes. She murmurs approvingly as you explore her whole pussy with your tongue, but it’s only when your lips find her clit that the caterpillar really starts to moan.

As the blonde bucks her hips against your face, you alternate between fucking her with your tongue and sucking hard on the bud of her clit. A soft rustle of clothing above you tells you that the caterpillar has whipped off her dress entirely, and a minute later you feel her tug your hands up to her naked breasts. Her tits are full and firm, and you enjoy massaging them as you tease her pussy with your tongue.

A tweak of her nipples brings a loud gasp, and the caterpillar softly moans to herself, “Oh Alice, oh Alice! Thank you for teaching me how much I love being eaten!”

The caterpillar is really into it now, and she crosses her legs over your shoulders to pull your head harder into herself. Her legs are snug around your head as you suck even harder on her little clit. Your face is slick with girl juice, and you know you must have swallowed a lot of it too, she’s that wet. She’s bucking so roughly now that you need to grab tightly to her soft ass with both hands to keep your balance.

Her moaning gets louder and louder, and then the caterpillar goes rigid around you, pressing your head tightly between her legs. She shakes in silent climax, but you are held so closely that the world goes dark for a moment.

The pressure disappears suddenly, and your head is free. Looking around makes you stagger because the forest is gone. You are standing in a grassy field, with the house of the March Hare (normal size now) in front of you. Looking down, you can see a handful of small toadstools, but your eyes can’t pick out any caterpillars among them. Looks like eating out that hot caterpillar really worked.

Whew. Your jaw is a little sore, and your face is coated in her juices. You hope you can fix this story soon because you’re not sure how many more of those you have in you. The good news is that now you have a suspicion to work with: hearing that Alice was the one who introduced the caterpillar to the joys of having her pussy eaten makes you pretty sure who the cursed character in this story must be. If you’re lucky, Alice will be at the tea party inside this house and you can get out of here quickly.

You stride forward and easily open the door to the March Hare’s home now that you are the right size. You only get one step inside the building, however, before you pull up in shock at what you see in front of you.