"Look, I might be naked, but I'm in a hurry."

"A hurry..." the first boy said, his hands grabbing the hem of his striped shirt, both sides, and lifting."Introductions first, right?" He lifted the shirt to show off his very pale, very fat stomach.

Alice thought she'd be a little put off, but the rotundity seemed normal, as though he was supposed to be that way. She looked properly and noticed the tattoo. "Dum?" It was written large on the front of his body, the three letters more than nipples to navel. Big, bold, and bright blue against his pale skin.

"No, I'm not," the boy said, promptly misunderstanding.

"No, no," the other responded. "He's quite clever really. We both are."

"Oh, hold on," the first spoke slowly. "I forgot." He turned away from Alice, hoisting the back of his shirt higher, and pulling down his shorts a little over his substantial ass.

Alice kept looking, intrigued now, at another tattoo. Two rows of three letters taking up his entire huge back. TWE and EDL. As he turned back again she could see a stretched E on one side of his body, leading from the six letters on the back to the three on the front.

"It's my name, see? In letters?"

"His name. It's his name. He's not dumb. He's..."

"Yeah, I'm Tweedledum."

"I'm not," said the other, lifting his shirt as well. I'm his brother..."

"Yeah, he's my brother. Tweedledee."

"I'm Tweedledee." He was, too. His body said so, in huge red letters.

"That's what I said," Tweedledum replied, shaking his fat head, but still smiling, as though he couldn't do anything else."

"I see now," Alice responded. "Brothers. With huge tattoos."

"In case," Tweedledee answered immediately, "We get confused."

"I can see that. I can barely tell which of you is which."

"Oh, well, I'm..."

"Yes, yes. I understand. Nice to meet both of you. But please, could you let me past? I have a mouse to chase."

"Ahhh..." Tweedledum hesitated, and then decided to finish what he was saying. "Is that... why you have your pussy out?"

"'Dum!" His brother was shocked. "How could you say that?"

"You're just..."

"Jealous? I am not!"

"You are, too. You didn't think of it."

"Nope. I thought of it, but didn't say it."

Alice had to jump in, then. "Boys!"

"Sorry, Alice."

"Yeah, sorry."

"It's alright. But... hey, how do you know my name?"

"It's tattooed on your chest."

"What?" Alice looked down, relieved to see nothing but her breasts. "It is not."

"Made you look, though."

"Nice breasts."

"Look, Tweedledum..."

"Call me Dum."

"Okay, Dum. Look, I have to go. The mouse ran off..."

"...with your clothes," Tweedledee completed her sentence.

"Yes. I need them back."

Dee turned to Dum. "Well?"

"Let me do the talking."

"I always do."

"No, Dee, you don't."

"Well, I will. This time."

The brothers turned to Alice. Dum started to speak, and Dee leaned over a little, pressing their fat bodies together, and whispered in his ear. Dum looked a little surprised, despite the smile on his face. He turned back to his brother. "You think?"

"I know."

"You sure?"

"I hope so."

"Alice?" Tweedledum turned back to her. "We can catch the mouse for you."

"Oh, would you?"

"Depends."

"Oh, God, not again. On what?"

Neither of the boys answered immediately. Instead they looked at each other, and both pulled their shorts down. The two pairs fell as soon as they were released, and soon lay about their ankles. The two brothers suddenly had erections. Large cocks protruded from two fat groins, solid shafts that looked as though they could easily support a flag each.

Alice was impressed with the equipment, but found herself unable to take it too seriously as there was another strangeness in their anatomy. The skin under the shorts was the same colour as the shorts themselves. Dee, having dropped red shorts to the path, was sporting a crimson hard-on, standing there like some giant doll for adults. His brother was endowed with a large blue specimen identical but for the colour. Their curly pubic hair was a rich black, as was the straight hair on their heads. Somehow this was a shock as well.

"And what exactly am I supposed to do with those?" Alice asked.

Tweedledee answered this time, his voice quiet. "I might not be the clever one..."

"That's right," his brother butted in.

"... but... I can... see, sometimes."

Alice was confused. "See?"

"What you think."

"Oh!"

"Yeah."

"So, what was I thinking?"

"Not now, Tweedledum helped. "He knows what you were thinking before."

"Before what?"

"Before you finished with Bertie."

"Bertie? The rabbit-man?"

Dee stepped back in, trying to glare at his brother, but unable to stop smiling. "Yeah, Bertie. I can only tell what you think when you are... you know."

"No. No, I don't. I hope I don't." Alice was beginning to understand.

"When," and now Dum leaned forward to whisper. "When you were fucking him."

Alice just nodded.

Dee clarified. "That's how we know your name. That's how we know what you are like."

Alice was quickly trying to think what else she might have been thinking about with Bertie, but couldn't manage to come up with anything.

"You were thinking," Dee added further, "about how much you like it. How much you wanted it. How..."

"Yeah, alright, alright. And?"

"You need to.. hold us."

"Both of you?"

"Yes, both," Dum confirmed while Dee stood there nodding and smiling. "And then... do as we say."

"For how long?"

"Oh, not long," Tweedledee butted in. "I'm pretty quick."

Dum stomped on his brother's foot and spoke to Alice again. "Deal?"

"Deal."

Tweedledee looked at his brother for confirmation. "Now?"

"Now."

Dee turned slowly around, his ball-shaped body well suited to spinning. Alice giggled silently at the thought that, though he'd taken the time to pull his shirt back down, he was naked from the waist down. She resisted the temptation to slap his ass.

Alice realised that the more time she spent with these boys the sillier she was feeling. The chase and the clothes hardly seemed important now.

While Tweedledum hummed tunelessly, Dee completed his slow pirouette, and Alice pictured him in a tutu, pink, laughing to herself yet again. But when the big boy had completed the turn, she was distracted. The mouse was hanging from Dee's big hand, her nightie over its head, bunched up where Tweedledee held him, her knickers hanging from one of his ears.

Dee shook him, and as the mouse squealed the clothing fell from him, and lay crumpled on the dirty track. Tweedledee threw the mouse into the air, and as the rodent fell Dum kicked him and he rocketed away from the group, squealing loudly. He hit the grass with a thump, jumped up, and ran off.

Alice bent to pick up the clothes and was stopped by Tweedledum clearing his throat. She looked up at him, and remembered she hadn't completed the bargain yet.

"Where?"

Dee shook with glee, and interrupted. "The grass. Naughty girl."

"You're not exactly behaving well yourself, Dee."

The boys just smiled. They looked ridiculous standing there with boldly coloured erections, but they didn't seem to care, and Alice couldn't help but pick up the mood. She moved up and took both of them by the hand, and walked between them off the track and across to a reasonably clear area of grass. They stumbled out of their shorts and afterwards managed to keep up with her.

Lying down on the grass between the two of them, she wasn't quite sure what to do. She needn't have worried. They both sat for a moment, smiled, and lay back on the lawn.

Two large right hands lifted from their sides. Each boy took hold of his own cock, and began to stroke. Alice, it became apparent, was only required to think dirty thoughts. That came as naturally as sleeping to her, and she lay back between the two of them and daydreamed.

Men sailed through her mind. Big men and small. Eager and reluctant. Young, old. Competent, expert and novice. Alice stumbled over a memory of one of her first lovers. She'd had to sneak into his room through his window, and then be unusually quiet, so as to no wake his parents.

The feeling of him next to her, of his body on hers, of his hardness inside her was fresh and clear, as though it had just happened. She could still feel him sliding over her slipperiness and stopping at her entrance, looked at her for confirmation. She'd pulled him down inside herself, grunting as he spread her.

Alice opened her eyes, and sat up. Both the boys had their cocks in their hands and were stroking in some sort of mutual rhythm. She turned and moved around so she was on her knees between them, facing towards their smiling faces.

She reached over first and took Dee's red erection in her hand. She stroked her hand up until she met his fingers coming down. He looked up at her, and she gently pried his hand away from his cock. She wanted, she realised, to do this for him.

Her hand stroking lightly up and down his cock, she reached out to the other brother. He'd had his eyes closed, but looked up when she touched him. Seeing what she was doing with the red cock, he released the blue one into her care without hesitation.

Two cocks, two hands, an easy rhythm. She closed her small hands more firmly around the two shafts, closed her eyes, and dreamed some more.

Alice remembered, suddenly, the boy who'd told her he couldn't come by hand. Not his, and not anyone else who had tried.

She'd taken him into the library, and proven him wrong. Her hand had snaked down his jeans and taken hold of his cock. Her fingers worked with her voice to stroke him. Slowly at first, and then with more speed, she'd talked to him quietly, her suggestions and her hand in synch, and before long he'd begun to squirm in her hold. She hadn't taken any notice, and kept both stroking and talking. He'd come, in his pants, his groan attracting attention from nearby shelves. She'd carefully removed her hand, wiped it on his shirt, and walked out. It became a regular thing.

Alice opened her eyes, and looked up at Tweedledee and Tweedledum. However it was that this psychic link functioned, it was clearly working. As she felt a heightened tension in the shafts in her hands, both bodies surged. Liquid spurted from both cocks. Alice was relieved to see that it was the normal colour.

The semen shot through the air and landed in various small puddles on the brothers' shirts. They groaned, shook, thrust, and slowly calmed down.

Alice crawled up between their bodies and kissed both of them on the lips before climbing to her feet. She walked back over to the path, relieved to find her clothing still there.

When she picked it up though, she was more than a little dismayed. The nightgown was dirty, stained and torn. The knickers were dusty from lying in the road. Not exactly inviting.

The boys arrived while she was holding the items at arms-length and wondering what to do. They both looked even more ludicrous now. Naked and brightly coloured below the waist, semen-stained above. Still smiling though.

Dee reached his red shorts, bent down with a grunt and picked them up. He shook the dust from them, and pulled them back on over his now thoroughly deflated member. Somehow the shorts looked clean again, even though they couldn't possibly be. He lifted his shirt then, and pulled it off over his large head. He hung the shirt from the end of his arm, and gave it a single shake. When he put the shirt back on, Alice was stunned to realise it was also clean. She watched as his brother did the same thing.

"Boys, could you... do that, with this?" She held out the nightie to anyone who might take it. No one did.

"Ah, no." This was Tweedledum, not that it honestly mattered much. "I can't. Sorry."

"Oh. Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to wear it like this. Can't stay naked forever."

Dee spoke up. "But Alice, why don't you clean it?"

"Well, no water, no soap. In any case, it's all torn. Look."

"Wonderland."

"What?"

"This is Wonderland. Just do it."

"Just..." She held the ripped cloth at the end of her arm, and shook it. Nothing.

"Now believe it."

"I... I can't."

"Just try.

She shook it again, closing her eyes to shut out reality. When she opened them again, her nightie was white. Clean and white. Smooth. And the tears were all gone. She grinned at Dee, and pulled the nightgown down over her head.

Alice still had the black briefs in her other hand. She looked at Dum. He smiled even more than usual, and nodded his head.

She closed her eyes, shook the knickers stupidly in the air, and opened them. It worked again. She stumbled into the knickers before something else went wrong, and stood grinning at the two big brothers.

Without speaking, the two of them bent over at once and kissed her on both cheeks before skipping off down the track.

Alice stood there and watched them leave. "That's the only problem with young men," she thought. "They forget about me. I'm sure they're very relaxed, but after that I gotta get laid."