“Bottle on the table?” Alice inquired, turning to look for it, “But I didn’t see any bottle on the table when I came in here... where did that come from?” Alice noticed a little glass potion bottle on the table with a label tied around its neck that read “Drink Me”.
“Takes a minute to notice things around here, doesn’t it?” Dory chuckled, “I’d recommend keeping your eyes open in this place, especially in the places past me. Mind you with that glint of curiosity in your eyes, you shan’t have any trouble with that!”
“I could swear that the table was empty a minute ago,” Alice said, picking up the bottle, “I am glad that it’s not labeled poison, elsewise it would most assuredly disagree with me sooner or later... but it isn’t, so...” With that sentiment she downed the contents of the bottle in one gulp. “My! What a curious flavor.” She began to shrink bit by bit, her clothing becoming much too big for her, as she described the potion’s taste, “It’s like... cherry tart... custard... pineapple... roast turkey... toffee... buttered toast... and is that cum in there too? Very curious... oh! I shrunk! My clothes are too big for me now!”
“There you are, Alice!” Dory cheered, “just the right size now! Don’t worry about being undressed, it’s perfectly natural around here. Oh my, I didn’t know you were a futa girl!”
“You never asked,” Alice reasoned, “Of course as futanari go, I’m told that I am rather... ‘textbook’ is the word people use for me. Erect length of six and a half inches, which is really quite average, and a mostly modest and petite body for a lady my age. At least my face is neotenous enough to be described as above average, and my skin is clear of any serious blemishes.”
“Oh you’re perfectly fine, Alice dear,” the talking door assured her, “you’re going to find yourself changing size a great many ways in this place, I promise. Now then, care to open me and see what’s on my other side?”
“Well I went to all the trouble of shrinking down, didn’t I?” Alice reasoned, “I’m going to open you.” With that, Alice walked up to the door and tried to turn the knob. Unfortunately, try as she might, the knob wouldn’t budge. “Umm, Dory? I think you might be locked.”
“L-locked? Me?” Dory exclaimed, “Oh botheration! I hate when that happens! No wonder I feel so stiff. You wouldn’t happen to have a key on you, would you?”
“Umm... I don’t think so?”
“Now don’t tell me that you left it up there,” Dory sighed, glancing up at the table. Sure enough, there was a small key where there wasn’t one before.
“Oh dear,” Alice cried, “How am I meant to reach up there?”
“With the biscuits, naturally,” Dory explained, “otherwise you could try ‘picking my lock’ as it were, but you might end up with bruises or splinters or something.”
“Picking your lock?” Alice cocked her head, “How do you mean?”
“Well I wasn’t made to look like a big voluptuous woman for no reason, dear,” Dory explained, “You could very well have sex with me and unlock me that way. Or you could try the key on the table after tasting one of the biscuits in the tin sitting right next to that table leg. Choice is yours, Alice dear.”