Bonnie was not to be the only person to find a much smaller boy to eat at a school fete, and neither would the events be confined to earth. The giant dimension had paralled earth in many ways, and it was about to once more.

Now that Colleen had the ability to teleport anyone from earth to the machine in her own home, she decided to move out of the house near the portal and onto a much larger property. To do that, she would need to accumulate a lot of giant currency as soon as possible.

To facilitate this, she turned the teleporter onto an entire school of earth boys in another country who’d never heard of her, namely Australia, and brought them to her house. She told them of the portal outside, and of how she had originally come there from Ireland She explained that she no longer needed the portal, now that she had adapted Sandra Corlani’s time teleportation technology to be able to teleport people from anywhere on earth to her home. Colleen then sold them to the wealthiest giantess she had met.

Colleen then moved out of the house with the earthbound portal in the garden, sold it to a native born giantess, and acquired her huge giant estate.

The giantess who had bought the school of Australian boys, Kiri Williams, was a mother at Daughters Of Widows Advanced Girls Education Rural School (DOWAGERS). She held a stall at the school’s quarterly Mothers & Daughters Fete, and prepared to sell her rare earth boys for very high prices. It was a school for the wealthy, and she was going to cash in.

She signposted the many boxes with the words:

            TINY BOYS FROM ANOTHER LAND.    

GOOD FOR PETS, AMUSEMENTS,                                                           NOVELTIES OR COMPANIONS.

She arranged the entire stall to be filled with earth boys on all 4 sides, and stood in the middle with a money bag tied around her waist to store the takings.

Guy was a boy almost 14 years old, looking out from the stall tabletop. He saw a beautiful 24 year old girl come and sit on a seat across the lawn from the stall. She was wearing a creamy brown checked long dress that reached a little below her knees. She crossed her legs, thereby accentuating their shapely appearance, folded her arms and looked around for a while. He hoped that she would buy him, feeling suddenly that a size difference was not only not a problem but added to the girl’s attractive appearance enormously. She sat there for a while, then got up and walked over to another stall, which was selling dresses. He saw her pick up a medium to dark blue one and go into the change room tent beside the stall for a while. Soon she came out wearing the dress that she’d tried on, paid for it, and put her original dress into her small backpack. Then she turned to face his direction again, totally concealing the backpack. She walked over to Kiri William’s stall and looked at all of the boys.

*          *          *          *

Faris Buckner was a freelance writer, living in the Blue Mountains district beyond the outer western suburbs of Sydney, Australia. He was extremely handsome to look at, but for some reason had never found true love. There had been a few short lived attempts at relationships with girls who had treated him badly, and also a number of unreciprocated crushes on other girls.

So it was natural enough that he would dream about falling in love. For years, there were just occasional one-off dreams, and the experiences therein were generally as short-lived and unfulfilling as anything that he had attempted in real life.

He was extremely choosy and fussy about potential partners in real life, and his sleeping self was equally disappointed by the opportunities which had so far come his way.

One night, within minutes of falling asleep, he drifted into a deep REM (Rapid Eye Movement) phase of heavy sleeping and dreaming. He dreamt that he could see and hear the face of a beautiful girl talking to him. He had never seen such a girl in real life, with these particular facial features and yet somehow he already knew her name. It was Jodie Moore, or Jody Moore. He couldn’t identify the spelling of a name used in a dream.

*          *          *          *

In the giant school fair, the boy from earth hoped that the beautiful 24 year old giantess would pick him, and smiled at her.

The girl gave no reaction, and he realised that his smiling face was probably too small to make out. So he waved his arm and hand at her.

She stared more closely in his direction, and then picked him up and handed him to Kiri.

“I hope you’ll be happy with your purchase,” said Kiri, “I’m Kiri.”

“I’m Judy, an old girl of the school,” said the girl, “He looks nice.”

After the transaction had been concluded, she walked out onto the lawn and into a larger field with him.

“Thank you so much for buying me!” he said.

“You’re welcome,” said the girl, “I’m going to take you home, and gobble you whole for one of my upcoming dinners in the near future.”

“Gobble me whole!” he said, “That could have a very significant effect on me.”

She blew a raspberry at him, and her dark pink tongue looked more exciting than frightening. Judy slipped him into the low pocket of her new blue dress and went walking. He peeked through the fabric and saw her go and sit down with another old girl of the school. As they talked, he learned that the other girl was named Erin and was 21.

“So you bought one too,” said Judy, “I’m looking forward to eating mine.”

“Mine’s in my handbag,” said Erin, “He’s cute.”

Inside Erin’s handbag, a 14 year old boy from earth named Bobby was listening to Judy’s speech with awe. He thought that being eaten would be the most thrilling and wonderful prospect, but Erin had expressed no interest in doing it. How he wished that Judy had purchased him instead. Then Bobby considered that he could not see Judy. He might not like the look of her mouth as much as Erin’s.

Housing was available in abundance in the giants’ dimension, and both girls had their own homes already. It would only be a matter of time before Judy and Erin furthered their plans with Guy and Bobby respectively.

Back at the stall, a 12 year old boy named Bing was picked up from the table by a 41 year old giant woman named Olive. She was one of the school’s many widowed mothers, as the school had come about as a result of a distant war that had claimed the lives of many men. Their death benefits had been combined into a trust fund that had paid for the school.

“I’ll take this one,” said Olive, “He looks mouth watering.”

Bing could only wonder about his suspicions of the ramifications of her giving him that description. Apparently Kiri was not concerned about it, and accepted her payment from Olive with her usual courteous plesantries. Olive took him to a clearing behind the school grounds, where no stalls had been placed, and sat down in isolation. She took a small art kit out from her bag, having purchased it from another stall earlier in the day, and began to draw, after placing him onto the large wooden log beside her. As he looked up at her elegant face, she remained side on, and went about her creativity without feeling any need to explain her remark back at the stall.

When the picture was finished, she suddenly picked him up and opened her mouth and placed him inside. For only a few seconds, he had seen the beauty of her tongue, and then he was in darkness, lying upon it. He waited and wondered how much time he had left.

*          *          *          *

Faris Buckner, while sleeping, stared into the face of the girl of his dream, Jodie Moore. She had even facial features, long hair, shapely lips and a pleasant demeanour. There was something else about her, not just about her in fact. The entire scene of both her face and the scenery behind her was in black and white. She seemed to be sitting in a garden in the last month of autumn. There were a number of fallen leaves on the grass beside her, and the garden had a timeless romantic quality to it.

“You look very handsome,” she said, “How is it that you don’t have anyone to be with?”

He explained, in the briefest of summaries, the disappointments he’d experienced with dishonest and manipulative women, a number of them older and more experienced at playing games with someone’s heart. He admitted that there were guys who did the same sorts of things, but he wasn’t one of them.

*          *          *          *

At the giant school fair stall, a 15 year old boy named Artie was bought by a pretty 33 year old woman named Samantha. She wore a long black dress and round front shoes in matching black. She took him inside to the tea room, which was being used as the quarterly fete’s café, and sat down at a table. She put him onto the table and ordered a drink and sipped it.

“I won’t be eating you here, just meeting a friend. I’ll cook you and swallow you properly at home,” she said.

He was gob smacked, specifically by the sight of her gorgeous gob mouthing those words. He began to wonder how he could avoid this fate, and soon found himself spending just as much time fantasizing about being in love with her. Soon Samantha’s friend joined her at the table and they talked about their daughters’ school lives for quite some time.

Samantha’s friend told her what she’d like for lunch. He watched, while Samantha went over to the counter, placed her own order and her friend’s and then sat down on a seat with no back, facing away from him and towards the counter. She waited for her meal, while he looked on, and then brought it over to the table.

The meal gave Artie a splendid preview of the sight of her mouth in action. To be placed into that mouth and be swallowed was something to be both anticipated with exhilaration and avoided if at all possible.

When she’d finished her lunch, Samantha folded her arms in front of him, with her high neck and haughty face high above him, and continued talking and laughing happily with her friend.

Then she said goodbye, and walked out to sit in the field where Olive had been sketching earlier. Olive had gone, but she put Artie down in front of her and relaxed and enjoyed the view.

“Is there anything you’d like from the fete?” she asked.

“Well not from the fete, but from you,” he said.

“I’d be happy to oblige, as long as it’s something you can enjoy before you’re due to be swallowed.”

“I could enjoy it right now. In fact the second half of it would help me to prepare for the swallowing. Could I have a kiss first, and then spend some time inside your mouth?”

She gave him a look of interest, and picked him up and pressed her lower lip to his entire face for several seconds, and then withdrew it. She held him in front of her face. He looked down at her elegant dress, and then back across as her mouth opened gently. She held him in front of her lip.

“Would you like to climb in yourself?” she asked.

“Yes, thank you,” he said, and eased his way over her lip and onto her tongue.

All of the remaining boys were purchased that day, and told their story to their owners. Most of them were willing to help the boys try to find their way back to earth. In the weeks ahead, each of them would locate the portal by guiding their new owners back to the property that Colleen had sold to a native born giantess.

*          *          *          *

In his dream, Faris Buckner told Jodie Moore that, in fact, he had tried for 11 months to make a relationship work with a woman 5 years older than him, only to discover lie after lie and endless twisted plots and schemes. Her name was Rosa. One day, he’d been walking through a department store, when a beautiful younger woman had smiled at him in a very pleasant way. Yet he had not responded, simply because he still felt a romantic attachment and loyalty to Rosa. Ironically, five days later he and Rosa had their final irreparable break-up, and the stranger in the store was impossible to locate by the time his grieving had subsided.

Jodie went on to tell Faris that she had been with a partner right up until he had died. He realized that this was the circumstance which had made such a beautiful girl available to him now. She had certainly attracted someone else long before she’d met Faris, but had since lost him. It seemed, that in this dream, Faris had caught her at just the right time.

*          *          *          *

Only one more boy, other than the four already mentioned, would be retained by his owner, after being purchased at Kiri’s giant school fair stall. This was Brody, a 16 year old who was utterly infatuated with the lovely giantess who purchased him. Her name was Florrie. She was wearing a long pale pink dress with a medium height rounded neckline. She was the first to leave the fete, and took him home and into her home.

“My daughter’s a boarder at the school,” she said, “but for you and me, this is my home. I hope you like it.”

“I like anywhere you take me very much,” he said.

She served some baked Alaska, no doubt named something else in the giants’ dimension, but made of the same ingredients, and sat on the couch and ate it, offering him as much as he could eat simply by reaching into the bowl with his hands to help himself. They talked all day and got to know eachother, and then she changed into a nightgown, climbed into bed and smiled at him.

“Would you like me to kiss you?” she asked.

“Very much,” he said.

“I thought you were just a little shy,” said Florrie, “You’re only a young one, I can see.”

“I’m 16.

“I’m 36,” said Florrie, and pressed her lips to his face.

Then she lay down and let him snuggle against her shoulder and her cheek in turn as he tried a few positions for comfort.

When Judy got home with Guy, she took him to the dinner table, put out some food for herself, and positioned him behind the plate.

“Have whatever you want,” she said, “But keep your eye on what I’m eating. You’ll be joining it one day.”

He watched her tongue come out to receive the food, as she spooned mincemeat into her mouth, and saw her staring mischievously down at him. When she finished eating, she picked him up and held him in front of her face.

“Now you can have a closer look at where you’re going,” she said, and opened her mouth wide.

He stared in at the wonder of her radiant pink tongue. Then he looked back down towards the neck he had seen gulping the mincemeat down earlier. This time he was seeing it from a different angle. It looked lovely, and yet foreboding. At the end of the day she put him into a hanging cage near the window, and went to bed. He took much longer to drop off to sleep. In the morning, Judy awoke, had breakfast, found him still asleep in the cage and left him there while she went out for most of the day.

Erin took Bobby home and lay down on her bed, with her head in front of him.

“I love you, little boy, and I just realised I haven’t even asked your name.”

“I’m Bobby,” he said, “You’re a very pretty giant.”

After they talked for a while, she took him to the dinner table, and he watched her dainty tongue coming out of her mouth to receive the food, and was more enervated than ever with the thought that he wished she had shared Judy’s desire for eating little boys from earth.

*          *          *          *

Faris Buckner awoke in real life and realized that he’d been yanked out of sleep by some noise coming from outside somewhere. It soon stopped, and he wished that it hadn’t put an end to the best dream he’d ever had: the dream of talking with Jodie Moore, a beautiful lady who only existed in his dream.

Faris went back to sleep.

Before he knew it, he was talking to Jodie Moore again.

“I couldn’t see you for a while there,” she said, “Did you wake up?”

“I…I don’t fully understand,” said Faris.

His sleeping self had assumed that this dream was reality, in the normal manner in which people do while dreaming.

“I didn’t either, at first,” said Jodie, “I’m only able to talk to see you, when I’m asleep, dreaming. And I have to sleep in the daytime, like the way it first happened. I’ve been sleeping daytimes ever since. My daytime corresponds with your night time. It happened once or twice before, and I saw you, but you hadn’t seen me yet, and so I didn’t say anything until tonight. Because I’d woken up after the first two times, and then started dreaming about you again tonight, I came to understand that I could only see you and hear you while I was asleep, dreaming. It means that I needed to adjust my sleeping pattern to sleep in the daytime. It was the only way to meet you.”

*          *          *          *

At last Bobby decided to break the ice and see what happened.

“Your lovely tongue looks so beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you,” Erin giggled sweetly.

“I love you too, Erin, and I’d love it so much if you were to lick me.”

She smiled affectionately and lifted him gently towards her mouth.

Then her red tongue came out and slid across his shoulders, neck and face like the marvel of the ages. After she’d done it a few times, she withdrew her tongue and opened her mouth just a little. He remained in her gentle clasp and rubbed his hands across her lower lip, and marvelled at the partial view of her tongue in her mouth. She took him back to the bed and lay down and kissed him. The next morning, she went out as well, saying that she was going to see Judy, as they had been friends since their days at school.

When Olive’s mouth opened again, Bing was relieved that she hadn’t gulped him down, and also noticed that she had spent the time walking to her house. She placed him on the carpet and went to adjust the position of a chair. He saw a curtain and ran behind it, turning around just in time to see her stride over and bend down. Her long slender fingers pushed the curtain aside, and her other hand seized him. She sat on the lounge room chair and placed him on the table. He watched her mouth closely as her finger played with her lower lip a little. She hadn’t spelt it out in so many words, but he was still fairly certain that she intended to eat him at some point.

They talked for a while and then she put him down on the carpet again, left the room and closed the door. He heard her making some sort of preparations in the kitchen, and knew that he had to act fast. He looked behind the curtain again and saw nowhere that would conceal him from her. Then he got another idea. The curtain was occasionally moving a little. This meant that the wind must have been blowing it. He used his hands and knees to edge his way up the curtain, pressing both knees together to give him some steadiness while he reached higher with his hands each time, and then pulling himself up with his hands. He got to the window ledge and saw that a cling vine had made its way up most of the outside of the wall. He used it to climb down to the garden below, and then ran across the lawn.

Samantha lay down on her bed at home, with her face just in front of Artie, just as Erin had done with Bobby, except that she had far more definite plans for Artie.

“Do you know that you’ll be the first little boy in my tummy?” she asked, and stared intently at him, waiting for the full impact to strike him, along with the realisation that there was no to change her mind. This much she conveyed with the look of satisfaction in her eyes.

She rested her chin on her hand for a while, and smiled down at him. Eventually, she closed the bedroom door tight and lay down to sleep, resting her head beside him on the pillow.

*          *          *          *

Faris Buckner was still processing the incredible nature of his conversation with Jodie Moore, who had just revealed to him that it was happening while they were both asleep.

“So we both exist in our own real lives, but can only make contact with each other in our dreams, and we both have to be asleep at the same time in order for it to happen,” said Faris.

“As far as I know,” said Jodie.

“You’re so adorable, and yet so unreachable,” said Faris.

“We may not always be unreachable. Who knows what the future might hold?”

“I can see your garden beside you. I can just imagine myself sitting there with you, and what it would be like to snuggle cheek to cheek with you… But then, if you’re asleep, you’re not really in your garden, but in your bed. It’s only in my dreams, that you’re in your garden.”

“That’s right.”

“So where am I in your dreams?”

“You always seem to be in the same place, just like right now. You’re walking through a park. It has a lot of circular trimmed bushes, made to look like large balls. It also has a large square with 64 tiles on it, each large enough for you to stand on. They alternate in black and white.”

“Jodie, that’s incredible! I’ve taken lots of walks in that park. I know the one you mean. I’ve even put my camera on a tripod and managed to photograph myself in that park.”

*          *          *          *

The next morning Florrie changed into a swimming costume and took Brody out to her pool. It was a well patterned one piece purple and white and yellow swimsuit. She sat down on the deck chair and let him snuggle against her neck.

“I’m going to take a swim soon,” she said, “Would you like to rest on the chair and watch me, or go into my mouth and lie on my tongue? I could leave my mouth partly open for you to see the view each time I’m taking my breaths, and gulp in enough air for both of us.”

“Could I climb gently into your mouth myself?” he asked, thinking that it would be a perfect opportunity to touch her lower lip again, following on from the previous night’s kiss.

Florrie agreed and waited until he was inside her mouth. Then she stepped gently down into the water, not wanting to shake him up too much inside her mouth by doing a dramatic dive. She began to swim and he enjoyed the sight of her lower lip from the inside of her mouth so much, that he paid very little attention to the water outside.

Later that day, Guy awoke and saw that Judy had gone. Then he noticed that there was a sheet of paper the size of a giant playing card in the cage with him.

                                                Dear Little Dinner,

                                                I’ll be out until mid to late

                                                afternoon. You’ll have food

                                                to keep you going in your

                                                cage, and I’ll see you later.

                                                Judy.

When the sun indicated that it was about the giant world’s equivalent of 3:30pm, he looked out the window and saw Judy running across the long garden in the distance. This time she was wearing a similar dress, but had her hair worn in a bun behind her head. She drew closer, leaped over a log and kept running. Then she let herself into the house, walked into the room where his cage was, stood in front of it and folded her arms.

“What thoughts have you been having about my mouth and its plans for you?” she asked.

“If you give me a closer look at it, I’ll think about it,” he said.

“Fair enough,” said Judy, taking him from the cage.

She held him in front of her mouth.

Before she could do anything, He leaned his head forward a little and kissed her lower lip, reaching out with his hands to steady his position by pressing his palms against her chin.

The tip of her tongue came out of her mouth to moisten her lips, and touched his face in the process. Even the tip was huge compared to him.

She stared at him, showing the first hint of surprise and the first absence of haughty amusement since she’d purchased him from the stall at the DOWAGERS fete.

“I suppose I’m flattered,” she said, “But you do remember what’s in store for you, don’t you? This can’t possibly go anywhere lasting.”

As she mouthed the words, he saw the front of her tongue in her partly open mouth. It was another prelude for her future dinner plans.

*          *          *          *

Faris Buckner told Jodie Moore about the black and white tiles on the large square in the park that he was known to frequent.

“They must have been designed as a chessboard, although I’ve never seen any chess pieces in the park. There is a park in the city of Sydney, which has a giant chess board built into it, and lots of almost human sized plastic pieces. People tend to play exhibition games in it, while others look on during lunch hours.”

“What’s chess?” asked Jodie, “I don’t know the game.”

“Really? You haven’t heard of chess? Well the game is not won in the usual way. Each player has 16 pieces with different movement capabilities. For example, one can only move diagonally. Another can only move forwards, backwards or sideways. The king can only move one square at a time in any direction, and cannot move onto a square which is threatened by one of the opponent player’s pieces. The aim of the game is not to capture all of the opponent’s pieces, although capturing some of them can help with the overall goal. The game is in fact won, by trapping the opponent’s king: threatening the square he is on, and every square around him, so that he cannot be saved. That victory is known as check mate.”

Faris woke up. For the rest of the day, he couldn’t get Jodie out of his thoughts.

*          *          *          *

“I think,” said Guy, “That it only needs to last until it’s time for what’s in store for me.”

“I’ll think about it,”said Judy.

She prepared dinner and sat at the table.

He watched her eating again, marvelling at her tongue in awe and trepidation.

Then she took him to her room, shut him in her bedside table drawer while she changed into a night dress and then got into bed. She lay beside him and spoke.

“I’ll give you my attentions as you’ve asked me to, but don’t think that it means a reprieve of any kind.”

“I wasn’t hoping for that, but this means so much to me,” he said, “You’re adorable.”

She pressed her lips to him willingly this time, and spent some time talking and kissing him.

“Now it’s time for you to show your acceptance of what you’ll be doing for me,” she said, “I’m going to sleep now, and I’d like you to spend the night inside my mouth. My tongue starts in my throat, as I once learned in science class. So you can lie on any part of it that feels comfortable, depending on how I’m positioned, and it will be just like the ultimate water bed, except with the water on the outside so that you can feel it.”

“What if you accidentally gulp me down?” he asked.

“This is what I’m trying to make you understand,” said Judy, “What difference would it ultimately make, when I’m going to deliberately gulp you down anyway.”

“It would just give us more time together first, I guess,” he said.

“Well you can spend part of it in here,” she said, and opened her mouth wide and beckoned him in with her finger.

He slid into her mouth and lay on her tongue.

An hour later, she opened her mouth again and slid him out onto her hand.

“I’ve set a date and a time to eat you,” she said.

“When will it be?” he asked.

“Tomorrow night,” said Judy, “You can sleep in my mouth or against my cheek tonight, and I’ll try to make tomorrow as enjoyable for you as possible, given that you’ll be living in expectancy of something formidable. I will be looking forward to it.”

The next day, Erin woke up and got out of bed. Still wearing her sleeveless nightgown, she stretched her arms in front of Bobby, and then pushed back her hair with both hands. Everything she did was sweet and feminine and ladylike. Was it possible that she might be as ladylike in responding to his request that he intended to make: that she would eat him?

He decided to use Judy’s announcement of her plans for Guy as a springboard to introduce the idea.

Erin took him to the lounge room and sat down on a chair, as the sun began to fully light up the room.

“What did you think, when Judy said she was going to eat her little boy?” he asked.

“It surprised me,” said Erin.

“I’ve been thinking about it ever since I heard it from your handbag, even though I didn’t see Judy.”

*          *          *          *

“Good evening, Faris,” said Jodie Moore.

It was another night, and Faris Buckner was dreaming again.

“I enjoyed having you teach me about chess,” said Jodie, “I could pick up a piece like you, between my finger and thumb, just as long as I moved one of my own pieces into the right position to capture it.”

“Well the pieces in Hyde Park are a lot bigger than my finger,” said Faris, “They’re pretty much my size.”

“But they’d be no bigger than MY finger,” said Jodie.

“How can that be, if they’re the same chess pieces?”

“I’m in a land where everyone is large enough that you’d be the size of one of our fingers,” said Jodie.

“That would make you a giant.”

“By your measurements it would. And by mine, I suppose it would make you a very small person.”

“So you’re not on earth.”

“No, but I somehow knew that you were from a place of smaller people, the first time I saw you in my earliest dream about you, before we spoke.”

*          *          *          *

Elsewhere on the giant world, Colleen was dreaming about Stanley. She dreamt that she had shrunken him and set him to work luring leprechauns out into the open in the meadow near the home she had once had on earth. They didn’t have any success.

“Welcome back, Tim. Anyway it’s an intriguing start.”

She wondered who had said that, and couldn’t see anyone other than shrunken Stanley.

“Thank you, Nathan Ural. It will get better. Trust me.”

Another completely unfamiliar voice from out of nowhere had invaded the ears of the Colleen who was searching the meadow for leprechauns, with a shrunken Stanley on hand to assist.

“Here’s a picture of the two of us together,” said Erin, lifting a photo album from the table and turning to a recent picture of the two giant girls, “She’s very pretty, isn’t she?”

“I like you more,” said Bobby.

“I never saw Judy’s little boy, but I’m sure I like you more too,” said Erin.

“I do like the novelty of Judy’s idea though,” said Bobby.

“Do you really?” asked Erin.

“I loved watching your tongue while you were eating, and even more while you were licking me. Back at the fete stall, I reciprocated your soon to be declared feelings for me, and then Judy talked about eating her little boy. All I could think of since was how lovely it would be if you were to eat me too, Erin.”

“I wasn’t going to do it, because I didn’t think you’d want me to,” she said, smiling as sweetly as ever, “But if it’s what you really would like me to do, I will.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more. Oh Erin, would you put me into your mouth for a while now?”

“Yes, my little darling.”

Beaming effervescently, she opened her mouth wide. He looked in at her sparkling pink tongue and couldn’t wait to accompany it. Erin tilted her head a little, lowered him into her mouth and closed it. He lay there for some time, swishing from side to side on the limited space that her tongue gave him, and then waited until she opened her mouth and took him out.

“Is it still what you’d like me to do?” she asked.

“I know it is. I can hardly wait. Will you take me to the table and do it now?”

“Alright,” she said.

She took him to the dining room table, set him down on a place mat, and smiled affectionately as she sat down.

“Well I’m settled,” she said, “Do you want to go down straight away?”

“Absolutely,” he said.

“Then I really hope you enjoy it, my love,” she said.

Erin gently lifted him up, and drew him towards her mouth.

He saw the natural movement of her mouth opening and her tongue coming out to receive him. It occurred to him then, that back on earth, he’d seen some girls eat like that and others keep their tongues inside their mouths. He wondered what caused the difference, but was very glad that Erin ate in the way that subconsciously put out her tongue to receive food each time she took a mouthful of anything. In this case, it would be a mouthful of him.

He saw the tongue reach point blank range, and then felt it against his face as he slid into her mouth and continued on down into her throat. He made his way down to her tummy and felt more at home than he’d ever been in Australia. He lay inside her stomache in comfort, and thought about Erin and how much he loved her. She had given him a fantasy made real, which he could never have found by seeking it himself. She had even paid Kiri Williams a small fortune for the chance to take him home with her in the first place. Now she had eaten him.

*          *          *          *

“The fact that you’re a giant is (pardon the pun) a pretty BIG detail to have not told me in the first place,” said Faris Buckner.

“We had just met, and we are slowly becoming acquainted with each other,” said Jodie Moore, “I didn’t know if you would have liked me as a giant. I don’t even know that now.”

“I like you MOORE as a giant.”

Jodie smiled, showing her even teeth.

“I’ve always liked you being so small, Faris. I’ve never felt that my life was complete until I met someone as interesting as you… and as cute.”

“Knowing this makes me want to meet you more than ever now.”

“If only we knew how to get to each other’s realms.”

“I doubt you could come to mine anyway. You’d attract so much attention, and it would be difficult to find somewhere large enough for you to sit down, for example. Then there’d be the problem of affording enough food to fill your tummy.”

“I know… Oh, I’m sorry, Faris. I can feel myself starting to wake up.”

*          *          *          *

Meanwhile Colleen’s nostalgic dream of her experience with Stanley in the meadow on earth continued, albeit with more unexplained verbal interruptions. She dreamt that she and Stanley had failed to find any leprechauns. So she casually announced to Stanley that she had expected such an outcome, and would use her contingency plan of eating Stanley himself instead. She went ahead with it, and soon swallowed Stanley for a picnic treat. Then she heard another voice, although Stanley still didn’t seem to have heard anything other than her words to him. He certainly hadn’t reacted.

“Tim, I like the idea of a giantess having a shrunken guy and basically telling him she's going to eat him, and his only choices are to get with the program and accept his fate, or deny it to the bitter end. Either way she gets what she wants.”

This was a third voice, neither of the two that she’d been hearing during her search of the meadow with shrunken Stanley’s assistance. Then she heard another response from the voice who had previously replied to a Nathan Ural.

“Thank you, Brother Zeke. That’s the part I love over and over again myself.”

Colleen awoke and thought that the dream was rather confusing. She remembered chasing an actual leprechaun who’d come upon the scene, while Stanley had gotten away. She had experienced other encounters with him in real life, and finally caught him and eaten him as a giantess, after he had found his way into her world. What she was unaware of was that all of this was the result of a timeline having been rewritten by the leprechauns’ use of the Ring of Reversal. Somehow she had been dreaming of the events of the original timeline. Although she didn’t know this, neither in her dreams nor while awake. Her memories had been reset by the alterations that had been made to the timeline. (See several chapters throughout Book 1 “To Catch a Leprechaun” for all of the details.)

To Colleen, the dream she had just had was just that, nothing more than a dream. She was now a giantess, and had no idea that she had once eaten Stanley much earlier, on earth. She only remembered having eaten him as a giantess. She could make no sense of a dream about having done it earlier on earth, and considered that it was just some sort of wish fulfilment. She remembered the times on earth, when she had dreamt of eating leprechauns. This had been long before her invention of the shrinking device and her discovery of any real leprechauns to confirm their existence. Her dreams had been all she’d had to get by on. As it was, she felt a greater sense of satisfaction at having caught Stanley for the last time, so much later in the piece, and having gobbled him down as a giantess, after he thought he’d escaped that outcome forever by restoring his size.

The one thing that she couldn’t make any sense of was the presence of three arbitrary voices giving a running commentary on her dream self’s version of events. Who were Tim, Nathan and Zeke, and what was their interest in what her dream self had been doing? They seemed to highly approve of Stanley’s alternate fate as it had occurred in the dream? This fascinated Colleen immensely.

Bing was most of the way across the lawn, before he heard Olive at the window.

“What do you think you’re doing? Come back here?” she called.

He kept running.

“I’ll come out and catch you!” called Olive.

He reached the flowerbed and darted in.

“Alright, but you’ll soon find that you did all that running for nothing,” said Olive.

She still hadn’t overtly stated what she was going to do with him.

He looked at the window, as she climbed through it, stepped into the garden and ran across the lawn. She stopped and put her hands together and looked down at him. Olive crouched down on all fours and crawled towards the flower bed. She caught him, gave him a stern look, and then smiled.

“It’s alright. I don’t blame you for running away,” she said, and gave him a slow kiss. Then she touched him with the tip of her tongue, while the rest remained concealed inside her mouth.

Olive carried him back to the kitchen, and put him into a baking dish. She folded her arms and looked out the kitchen window behind him. Then she placed the baking dish into the oven, turned it on, and walked out of the room.

Samantha put her hair up, sat on a couch and opened her mouth wide, giving him a generous look inside it.  Then she stuck out her tongue at him, withdrew it, stuck it out again and licked his face and shoulders. Suddenly she burst out laughing, showing him her wide open mouth for several seconds, before placing him inside it.

After he’d spent half an hour lying in the most beautiful place in existence, he felt her mouth opening. She took him out again.

“What did you think of that?” she asked.

“It would make an excellent hiding place for a game of hide and seek?”

“How do you play that game?” she asked.

He told her.

“It sounds interesting enough on your little earth world. It should be even more interesting in here, with all the places that a little boy like you could hide,” she said, and put him down on the carpet.

She stood up, covered her eyes with her left hand, and said, “I’ll give you plenty of time to run and hide, because my legs are so much longer. I’ll count to 200,” she said.

He could see nowhere in the room that would give him a permanent escape from her. So he decided to use the opportunity to let her think that he wasn’t looking for one. He ran over to the table and hid behind the leg, so that he could peek around and watch her, while she finished her counting. Then she opened her eyes, smiled mirthfully down in no direction in particular, as she had no idea where he was, and walked around the room. He kept edging around the table leg, in order to remain out of sight each time she changed positions. Eventually, she got down on her hands and knees and began crawling around the floor, looking under low chairs, and still not managing to find him.

Then he saw her eyes fix on the table leg that concealed him.

Surely she could not see his eye alone peeking around at her. Nonetheless, she crawled gleefully towards the table leg. He wondered what had given him away, and then he saw that his shadow was casting at an angle that was visible to her, even though his own body was concealed by the table leg. She came over, picked him up, stood up and enjoyed a glass of soft drink and then a lollipop. Samantha took him to her bedroom and snuggled in with him for a daytime rest, lying down and talking, but not going to sleep.

*          *          *          *

The sleeping Faris Buckner could no longer see the awoken Jodie Moore in his dream. However, he did see something else. He saw himself surrounded by a glowing circular portal, with a tremendous view beyond. It was a giant sized tree on a hilltop, presumably in Jodie’s realm, with a spectacular mountain look out from the grass in front of the tree. Just beyond the portal which seemed to surround him, he could see a flower as large as his own body. It must have been Jodie’s realm.

Faris then awoke and tossed and turned for over two hours in the middle of the night. He was so excited by the dream he had just had, and by everything that Jodie had told him before her disappearance as she’d awoken in real life.

Finally he dropped off to sleep again.

“I’m glad you came back,” said Jodie, “I took a long time to drop off again.”

“It seems that we can remember our waking hours now in our dreams,” said Faris.

“That’s useful for keeping track of things.

“I stayed asleep while you were awake, and dreamt of a giant tree on a hilltop, with a beautiful mountain view behind it.”

“I know where that is!” said Jodie, “It’s my turn to be amazed that you can dream of a place that you’ve never seen.”

*          *          *          *

Colleen had another dream. She dreamt once again, that she was back on earth, and that she had caught a leprechaun in her home beyond the meadow, only to discover that he was really a shrunken student named Henry. The lad had overheard her talking to Frances about shrinking and eating someone. He had subsequently dyed his hair a different colour to disguise himself, snuck into her house, shrunken himself with her machine, and passed himself off as a leprechaun in order to be eaten by her. She had learned his identity and kissed him before eating him. It was then that she heard voices again, the same ones that she had heard before.

“I didn’t think I’d ever be one to enjoy scenarios with willing vore victims in them, Tim, but you’ve won me over. I love this and the way it feels fresh from the normal affair that I enjoy.”

“What normal affair can he possibly be talking about?” thought the dream self of Colleen, “I basically pioneered this eating activity with my shrinking device.

“Thank you indeed, Brother Zeke,” came the voice she knew as Tim, “As it continues, every avenue of interaction will be covered from willing to not willing at all and yet still enjoying it in some way.”

Colleen awoke, befuddled by another bizarre dream, in which events were different from those she remembered in real life. Again she didn’t know that she had just dreamt the events of the original timeline. As she remembered things, Henry had written a story about being eaten by a lady teacher as an English class composition assignment, as a way of letting her know how he felt about the idea. She had then invited him out after school and surprised him with her shrinking device and eaten him with his full cooperation, for their mutual pleasure. (Again, see various chapters of Book 1: “To Catch a Leprechaun” for all the pertinent details).

The next time Brody saw Florrie, she was wearing a black and white dress, which made her look something like a walking chessboard, except infinitely more beautiful. She took him into the kitchen, set him on the bench, and took out a dish to make her next meal.

“What are you going to prepare?” he asked, as she put one hand by her side and one on her hip.

She smiled resplendently at him.

“Why naturally I’m going to prepare you,” she said.

“I thought you were in love with me too.”

“I am. I think you’re a lovely young man to have kept me company since I bought you, and you’ll make a lovely meal too.”

He looked from her face, past her high breasts, down her stomach and all the way to her feminine waist, as he realized that this had been her two fold plan in buying him from the stall all along. The closed her hand around him and put him into the dish.

“But I’ll be in your tummy, forever. I liked being in your mouth while you were swimming, because your tongue is so sweet and stunning.”

“Why thank you,” she said, “I liked it a lot myself.”

“But I don’t want to be swallowed.”

“Well I paid a lot of money for you, and you’re mine to do with as I please,” she said, placing his dish into the oven, as her face took on the first stern look he’d ever seen, “So I will swallow you, and you might as well get accustomed to the idea.”

With that she closed the oven door and walked away over to a chair and sat down.

Judy awoke, put on a long red dress, wore her hair down, came to see Guy, took his cage out and set it on a rock beside the pond in her backyard. She did some gardening, went inside for a few minutes, and casually striding out with a look of mockery and amusement on her face, now wearing a dark brown dress. She sat down on the rock, picked him up and kissed him.

After a while, she took him inside, went and sat on her bed and spent the rest of the morning talking with him until it was late in the day. Guy found that her amusement (at his helplessness and at her own plans for him) only served to increase the attractiveness of the looks in her eyes and on her lips. She was far more exciting than any girl he’d ever seen and admired from afar on earth. Then she stood up, put him on her dresser and folded her arms and smiled.

“Has the morning gone as fast for you as it has for me?” she asked, with a look of amusement in her eyes.

“Yes, but it was worth every second of it,” said Guy.

Her face was still full of laughter while she carried him to the kitchen, prepared him at the bench and placed him into the oven. She walked out of the kitchen and left him to warm up.

*          *          *          *

Jodie Moore then told Faris that, when she’d dropped off to sleep again, it must have been in the period that he had awoken and tossed and turned for two hours.

“What did you dream about, while you couldn’t see me?” he asked.

“The other side of the portal that you were dreaming about, unless I miss my guess,” said Jodie, “It was in a forest, between a village with a high school and a country hillside with a meadow, which was ironically inhabited by folk who are so tiny to you, just as you are to me.”

“There are legends of little folk in Ireland. They’re called Leprechauns. I guess, to you, I’m a Leprechaun in size difference at least.”

“Maybe they have come into your world from a realm of even smaller people.”

“I think it’s more likely that they always lived in Ireland, but in secrecy, if they even exist at all.”

“Maybe you don’t really exist either. Perhaps every conversation we’ve had, even the fact of you telling me about yourself dreaming, is all just part of a dream in my mind.”

“Except that the identification of known places in each other’s realms kind of proves it’s all real. I’m not just dreaming you, and you’re not just dreaming me. We exist. It’s just that so far, we’ve only been able to see and communicate with each other, when we’re dreaming.”

“I’ve never seen the portal you mentioned, when I’ve been at that mountain lookout,” said Jodie.

“There were large flowers in front of it. I noticed one in particular, the nearest one, which showed me that it was in a giant realm,” said Faris.

Then he awoke. He wondered if Jodie had stayed asleep. It was morning.

*     *       *        *

Colleen dreamt of the time she had gone on a sabbatical from teaching while still on earth, and hired Patrick to work as her test subject for a shrinking device which she had actually already invented and perfected, let him romance her until she surprised him by using it.

Then she heard Brother Zeke’s mysterious voice from thin air again, as he said, “The build-up is killing me! I love it though. I’m looking forward to seeing Colleen give Patrick that one-way trip to her stomach!”

Then Tim’s voice responded with, “Several instalments to go, and wait until you see what happens after that.”

Patrick had temporarily escaped into her yard, until she went out in hot pursuit and eventually caught and ate him. He had led her a merry chase, climbing onto outdoor objects and keeping both her mind and body active while she made every effort to run him down. In the end, he’d had to accept that her machine had done its work on him permanently, and that no change of mind on his part, about being eaten later in return for romance earlier, could possibly bring about a reciprocating change of mind on her part. He had gone down her throat, and she had had no regrets.

Colleen awoke again. This time, the dream had been an exact replication of the events that she recalled from real life back in her days on earth. This was because those events had been the same and unaltered on both the original and the reset timelines. The leprechauns had not known about Patrick’s problems and had therefore made no effort to alter them after they’d used the Ring of Reversal to reset time.

So the only peculiar aspect of this dream was the vocal exchange between the ephemeral Brother Zeke and Tim.

Olive returned to her kitchen and sat down on a wide chair and looked across at the oven, waiting for the timer to ring, to indicate that Bing had warmed up without getting burnt. Bing looked across at her crossed legs, her long elegant dress, her distant look of contentment, and eventually, at her approaching the oven. She took him out and carried him to the dining table and sat down. Her soft hands were just in front of him, and her lips were high above. She smiled across at him.

“It won’t be much longer and you’ll be down in my tummy,” she said.

Olive closed her fingers around him with one hand, lifted him up towards her mouth, which was just starting to show the front of her tongue. She tasted him with the tip, and then put it out a little more and slid it across his face. She did this a number of times, and then opened her mouth wide. He looked inside and saw her full tongue in breathtaking detail. Within seconds he would be inside her mouth, unable to do anything more than he could currently have attempted. Probably within minutes after that, he would be gulped down inside her throat, and carried all the way to her tummy. There was absolutely nothing he could do … except enjoy the pleasurable parts of it.

She squeezed him a little, not tightly enough to hurt him, but just enough to assert her dominance of the situation, and then placed him gently into her mouth, sliding him over her lovely lower lip and onto her tongue. Darkness descended upon him as her mouth closed behind him. He thought back to the fact that, a few days ago, he had been at school in Australia. Now he was about to slide down a beautiful giant woman’s throat. Her tongue felt moist and soft beneath him, and he would not have minded in the least if she’d kept him in her mouth for the best part of her waking hours, and let him out occasionally to talk to him or kiss him. However, her mouth was only the first stop on the journey she had in store for him.

Olive gulped, and he was drawn in helplessly. He knew the futility of struggling, but did his best to remain close to the top of her throat for as long as possible, but only seconds later, Olive relentlessly took a second powerful gulp, despatching him deep down her throat and into her stomach.

Samantha had let down her hair. She put on a long pink dress, sat on a couch, kissed Artie several times, smiled at him with pleasure at the anticipation of eating him, stuck out her tongue, and then opened her mouth a little. He caught glimpses of her pink tongue and could not help admiring it yet again. He considered the fact that the writers of fairytales had never really touched on the pleasant aspects of being eaten by a pleasant giantess. She went and put him on her pillow and lay down with her giant well dressed body beside him for hours, until the day was well into the afternoon.

*     *       *        *

Asleep once again the next night, Faris Buckner told Jodie Moore how much he would like to meet her and kiss her giant lips.

“I could get to the mountain lookout again easily enough,” said Jodie.

“I’ll have to spend my life savings on a boat to Ireland, and then all the accommodation and travelling within Ireland that I shall need to do, in order to find that school, and the meadow.”

“I must be very important to you, if you would go to all that trouble for me.”

“Of course you are. I only hope I’m just as important to you.”

“You have been, ever since I first saw you, even before you saw me.”

As soon as he awoke, Faris went to book his boat trip to Ireland, and packed only one change of clothes as well as pyjamas into a backpack. He would travel light, and wash each set of clothes alternatively, wherever he could, in streams if necessary, while wearing the other. They could be hung out to dry, while he slept.

*     *       *        *

Colleen dreamt about a private investigator named Flanigin being hired to investigate the mysterious disappearances of Henry and Patrick, and then she heard the voices again.

“I like where this is headed with the P.I. This will certainly be interesting!” said Brother Zeke.

“I think it will surprise you enjoyably too. Thanks for the encouragement once again,” said Tim.

“It’s been really nice to spend this time with you, at least,” said Artie.

“I like to get to know my meals, when they can talk and fall in love with me,” said Samantha.

“I certainly have.”

“I’ll bet you wish you’d gotten away at some point though,” said Samantha.

“Of course, but there’s no sense in wishing for the impossible. Better to enjoy the best aspects of a situation as it actually is.”

“Well you might have an opportunity to combine the two, or at least to make your wishes a possibility, while still enjoying the best of it.”

“What do you mean?” asked Artie.

“I’ll give you a chance to get away by playing hide and seek outside,” she said, “It will give you something to hope for, and give me a lot of fun. Since you taught me that game, I’ll consider it fair exchange.”

So, in effect, she willingly set up the same scenario which Olive and Bing were experiencing that day. She took him outside, gave him a countdown with her eyes closed, and then ran through the garden, looking for him, until she got down on all fours and carefully checked all the flower beds. He saw her narrowing things down to the hiding place that he had, and knew that any attempt to flee further away would draw her attention. She closed in on him, and then lay down in front of the plants which had temporarily concealed him, and smiled, very pleasantly, but with a clear warning of what was to come.

He stared at her smiling eyes and her soft cheeks, and stepped forward and kissed one cheek, then walked to the other side of her face and kissed the other. She then turned her head and kissed his face.

“Well it looks like I won,” she said, standing up and carrying him to the kitchen.

She began preparing him.

“It was hardly a fair game, with the stakes being exponentially unequal and you having a huge size advantage and the familiarity with your own garden.

“I gave you a chance, when I could have just eaten you the first day you got here!” she said, and closed the oven door and left him.

If only he and Brody had escaped to compare notes about the similarity of their current situations, it would have made for an interesting discussion.

Samantha sat down, folded her arms and stared at the oven window, clearly still upset by his accusation of unfairness.

The look in her eyes bored into him, even from halfway across the kitchen. It seemed to be saying something else: “I’ll eat you all up, and your opinion of fairness doesn’t mean a thing.”

She soon came and took him from the oven, placed him on the dining table, and then went to fetch a cup of water, before sitting at the table herself.

The friendly look returned to her eyes as she raised the cup to her mouth with both hands and drank from it.

“Now I’m going to eat you all up,” she said.

He tried backing away from her hand, but she giggled with glee as her hand lunged past him and cut off his escape. She picked him up, stuck her tongue out at him, let him savour the view, and then licked him several times. Opening her mouth wide, she placed him inside, and then all went dark. He soon felt her gobbling him down.

*     *       *        *

When Faris reached Ireland, he made no attempt to adjust his sleeping and waking hours to fit in with Ireland’s. It would have thrown his sleeping pattern out of phase with Jodie Moore’s, and made it impossible for them to dream their way into conversations with each other. This meant that Faris had to sleep on the grass for 6 to 8 hours in the daytime, and be awake walking for most of the night.

He had studied an atlas before leaving Australia, and brought it with him on the boat. This had enabled him to narrow down the most likely part of Ireland to find a village separated by a forest with a countryside meadow.  However, there were still several candidate locations to try, and even if he found the right forest, a portal concealed within it would not be easy to locate either.

The first time he fell asleep, he explained this to Jodie.

“But remember that I’ve been sleeping in the daytime in order to dream while you’re dreaming,” said Jodie, “I think that’s why I never met you until the first time I slept in the daytime. I believe that my realm’s nights are concurrent with your Ireland’s nights. That’s why they were out of synch with your Australia’s nights. It’s probably because the portal to my realm is in Ireland. Now that you’re in Ireland too, we can both sleep nights and talk in our dreams, until you find your way here.”

“If I do find my way, and I’ll certainly try,” he said.

“You will. Haven’t you noticed how much clearer our views of each other are, since you got to your Ireland?” asked Jodie.

“Come to think of it, you looked a little like an older worn film, or one taken with a camera not fully in focus. I could see that you are beautiful, but the image of you is clearer now.”

“The same for me with the image of you. At first, I thought that you were slightly unclear because of your tiny size, but now I know what our dream images are improved by closer proximity.”

*     *       *        *

Colleen relived in her dreams the time when she had shrunken Private Investigator Dick Flanigin, and he had escaped her. Now she dreamt of the events where Dick had been found by a former client named Brenda Leesil, who was apparently a former client of Dick’s, when his tiny self had reached the public gardens in the Irish village.

Brenda had eaten Dick herself.

Then she heard Brother Zeke’s voice again, saying, “It was definitely a surprise to see Brenda be the one to suddenly gulp our private Dick.”

While Zeke laughed a little at himself, Tim’s voice said, “Yes, he got deeply into solving that mystery.”

Colleen awoke, intrigued. The events had been the same in both timelines, although Colleen only knew of the events of the reset one, naturally having no awareness of the fact that time had been reset at all. She was again fascinated by her dreams, and on a new level this time. She had not known what had happened to the real life shrunken Dick Flanigin after he had escaped her. She wondered if the dream she’d just had about this unknown Brenda Leesil had been true in real life, or was it an account as equally altered as her dreams of Stanley and Henry? If she’d still been on earth, she could have explored the village to see if a Brenda Leesil existed. It was inconsequential anyway. Colleen had certainly eaten Patrick and Henry, and to her, Dick Flanigin had been the one who’d gotten away. Once again, she didn’t know what to make of Zeke and Tim.

Florrie sat in the another chair, not dissimilar to Samantha’s or Olive’s, but much closer to the oven, so that all Brody could see was her head and torso. He looked at her stern face as she opened the oven door, took him to the table and sat down. Her lips looked more kissable than ever, as he recalled an earth expression, “You’re gorgeous, when you’re mad.” She would never have heard it, but she was certainly giving it a renewed sense of truth.

She licked her lips twice with the tip of her tongue, and then lifted him towards it. Suddenly she swished her tongue from side to side, moving it in all directions. He noticed that the side on view of a swishing tongue was an incredible sight in itself. She then drew him closer, as she continued her swishing motion, so that the side of her tongue slid against his face and neck, and then the other side, and the top, and the tip, as it moved around, exploring every taste sensation which he was no doubt providing her. He did not think it an opportune moment to admit that she was providing him with sensations as well. Then she drew her head back just a little, opened her mouth wide and let him gape inside in awe.

After that, Florrie opened her mouth slowly this time, extending her tongue just enough to cover her lower lip, and slid him into her mouth.

If only she had been planning to let him out again, it would all have been more than worthwhile. Her open maw yawned with him inside it, and a cavernous throat awaiting him in the background. She enjoyed the taste, being sure to get every second of her well spent money’s worth, and then sent him on his way down her throat.

Judy came walking into the kitchen, her long dress swaying casually, as she looked across the room at the oven, taunting him with her eyes. She sat down on a chair and crossed her legs, and rested her hand against her tilting temple, while she waited for him to warm up in the oven. He looked across, infatuated, and studied her stomach for a while, before letting his eyes wander all over the rest of her.

Judy came over and took him from the oven and began carrying him to the table. He looked up at her amused eyes and her soft white neck below her chin. He found himself staring at her lips as she sat down at the table, lowering him to her place mat. She smiled with amusement, looking down at him from a great height which meant nothing to her, closed her hand around him, lifted him up, taunted him a little with the touch of the tip of her tongue, and then put her entire tongue out, slid him over it and into her mouth. He felt a strange awareness of her own sense of triumph, as her mouth now surrounded him and could send him sliding away with a mere gesture.

Judy made the gesture and went to her room to read a book.

*          *          *          *

From the day of his arrival in Ireland onwards, Faris Buckner adjusted his sleeping hours to Ireland’s nights, so that they would line up with Jodie Moore’s nights. That way, they would both be able to talk to each other in the dreams of their nights, and he could search for the portal in the daytimes.

“I think there’s another benefit of this,” said Faris, “The clearer the image of you becomes in my dreams, the closer I am to the portal. If it starts to look less focused, I’ll know I’m going in the wrong direction.”

“And then there’s the most important benefit of all,” said Jodie, “When you do find the portal, we can meet each other in the daytime, while we’re awake.”

After several weeks, Faris came to a village which seemed similar to the description given to him by Jodie in one of their dreaming sessions. It had a high school, a set of public gardens, and a forest on its outskirts. He walked through the forest, looking for the portal, came to the other end and saw the countryside, and found the meadow. It was most likely the correct forest, and yet he had not found the portal.

Then it occurred to him that this would be unlikely, as a portal on a wide pathway through a forest would have been visible to anyone who walked through it. In such a case, Jodie would have found lots of people his size passing through the portal, each time she had gone to the mountainside lookout in her realm. She’d never seen the portal in the mountainside flowerbed either. It was getting late in the day, and he simply lay down in the meadow to camp out for another night’s sleep.

*          *          *          *

Colleen dreamt again, but this time only that she was hearing mysterious voices. Brother Zeke and Nathan Ural weren’t speaking, but a girl named Millicent was:

“What a shame, I was reading the story and didn't leave a review yet? My bad, I'm sorry lol!

Well, I still didn't finish reading the story to the last published chapter as real life was being really busy (I mean it hahaha) and I was having little energy or time left for enjoying stories, but this week things got lighter on me and I'm finally having time to read something without collapsing on bed hahahaha!

My favourite chapter so far is "How he made his way". Having the preteen boy wanting to be eaten by his own teacher and all the thing he did to accomplish his desire was pretty interesting, but I still have almost 1/3 of the story to be read yet, so let's see if it remains being my favourite chapter when I read everything.”

Millicent’s voice was an unfamiliar addition to the invisibly sourced dialogue that Colleen had somehow been hearing. Then she heard Tim again, this time responding to Millicent’s apparent appraisal of Colleen’s dream self’s alternate adventure with Henry. Colleen’s dream self recalled the earlier dream, but still didn’t know that it was actually the event sequence from a previous timeline.
“Thanks for saying so,” said Tim, “It's up to 154 chapters in my manuscript, with plenty of twists and surprises to come.

If I were that boy, I'd be trying everything to bring it about too, along with a time trick or a teleporter to undo the effect afterwards.

Then of course, I could do it again, and again, and again....”

Chapters? Manuscript? Colleen was more confused than ever when she awoke. Had somebody learned of her secret shrinking and gobbling activities and written them down as a form of fictional entertainment? If that was even the case, why did she only know about it while she was asleep?

While dreaming, Faris told Jodie of his progress. She said that she had been going to the mountainside for walks every day, and had lain down and crawled a little way into the flowerbed and seen the portal.

“I’ll lie down with my face to the portal tomorrow,” she said, “That way, you might be able to see my face from your side, rather than just flowers that look much like the trees of your little forest.”

Faris awoke the next morning, and went back down from the meadow, slowly into the forest and well off the path. He had to step nimbly between many trees for over an hour, and then he saw Jodie’s face, or as much as he could make out of it from his side of the portal. Her face was lying sideways on her open hand, looking into the portal.

He saw her lips moving, but could not hear anything.

“Jodie!” he called to her.

She pointed to her ear with her other hand, and her face took on a questioning look, to indicate that she could not hear him either.

He made his way over to the portal and stepped through and virtually threw his face at her giant lower lip. She removed her hand from under her temple and gently lifted him up onto her turning chin, so that she looked up at the clouds. He lay down on her chin, resting his face on her lower lip.

“We found each other,” he said.

“And we’re awake.”

“And it’s real.”

“Of course it’s real, tiny Faris. I knew it had to be.”

“It’s also in colour. Now I know for 100 percent certainty that we’re not dreaming.”

She eventually moved him down to snuggle on her neck, and they talked in person for the next two hours.

“I’ll show you the view,” she said at last, and sat up.

She stood up slowly and stepped out of the flowerbed, walked over to the tree, sat down on the grass and leaned her back against the tree. She put her hands in her lap, and let him sit on the open palm and look out at the cliffside and the valleys far below. It was even more breathtaking than the Irish countryside to which he had awoken that very same morning.

They talked for a little longer, and he felt that first dose of ecstasy that comes from enjoying the conversation with someone much loved and wanting it to go on forever.

Then she lifted him up and sat him on her shoulder. They continued to talk, looking at the view. He often turned his head to look sideways at her face. There was something very sweet and elegant and pleasant about the side on view of a beautiful lady’s face.

After a while, she turned her face to him and pressed her lips to his entire face. Then her hand came up to rest him in her palm, and hold him near her lips.

She kissed him slowly again.

“That’s so nice,” he said.

Jodie slowly put out her tongue. It was right in front of him. She slid it gently from his shoulders and neck, over his face, so that each part of her tongue slowly passed over his shoulders and neck and face. It was soft, moist, incredibly beautiful, and made him feel more thrilled than ever to be with her, rather than any of the girls he’d once liked in Australia.

“That’s so much nicer still,” he said.

“Thank you,” said Jodie.

*          *          *          *

Colleen dreamt that she had dug up the meadow and sprayed the invisible leprechauns with food colouring and caught them all, along with an escaped shrunken admirer named Tarquin.

Then she heard Brother Zeke’s voice again:

“I’m glad that Colleen has finally caught her much longed for leprechauns. I’m looking forward to her making meals of them.”

The voice known as Tim replied, “And you’ll see that for sure, as soon as I’m back in full health. Sorry about the delay, folks.”

Once awake, Colleen was certain of one thing. If this Tim did exist, he seemed to have as much fascination with the idea of being eaten as Henry had done.

She was exhilarated with the vivid recollection of the way the dream had depicted her assault on the meadow and her capture of the leprechauns. The dream had made her wish that she had really achieved such an outcome. She was unaware that, in a previous timeline, she most certainly had.

Jodie moved Faris closer still to her mouth, and then put her tongue out to the side, as he had seen some women do on earth, when they were about to lick their lips. Instead of licking her lips alone, her tongue slid against the left side of his face along with his left shoulder. It looked magnificent, just before it became too close to see clearly, and then felt amazing. Then she turned her head slightly, and moved him slightly too, and did the same to his right shoulder and the rights side of his face, using the other side of her tongue.

“I’m not just in love. I’m more than ever before, much more than ever before … I can’t even express how this feels!” said Faris.

“I know. I feel uniquely happy too,” said Jodie.

She turned to a picnic basket she’d left beside the tree, when she’d first arrived at the lookout alone. She gave him generous portions of lettuce and other food, and ate the rest herself. Then she let him lean into a large thermos and drink as much water as he needed to alleviate his accumulated thirst. After that, she raised it to her mouth, and gulped down the remains of the water. She licked her lips again, and took out a handkerchief and dried her mouth. She sat with Faris, picked him up once more and pressed her lips slowly to his face and kept them there for a long time. It was the kiss that he’d literally dreamt of while asleep and daydreamed about while awake for weeks and weeks.

Jodie slowly withdrew her mouth, and opened it wide. He looked in at her tongue and instantly recalled how much he had enjoyed her licks before they’d had lunch. Jodie slowly put out her tongue again, and he eagerly anticipated another round of exciting licks.

Rather than sliding her tongue itself this time, she lowered him gently onto it. He put his arms out in front of him and slid them from side to side across the back of her tongue.

“This feels lovely, Jodie! I can’t say how much this has been by far the happiest day of my life.”

Jodie’s tongue drew him inside her mouth. He slid around and looked out for several minutes.

He could see the cliffside, the valleys, and more immediately in front of him, her lower lip from the other side this time.

“It’s like a moist mattress to lie on,” he said, “Imagine the dreams I could have here, if we both fell asleep. Are you tired enough to try it? The lunch has made me a little soporific?”

He heard Jodie fiddling with something, and then saw her hold up a sign she’d written on giant notepad paper, so that it was clearly visible from inside her mouth:

                                    “Yes, I am feeling soporific myself.

                                    Let us see if we drop off, and find

                                    out what dreams we might have.”

“Our views of each other in the dreams would be the clearest of all, at this proximity,” said Faris.

He lay down on his stomach, with his face and neck resting on the front of her tongue. The feeling was indescribably wonderful. When he finally fell asleep, he immediately saw Jodie.

“Good afternoon, my lovely little friend. I must have dozed off a little before you. I’ve been waiting a while. You were right. It is a very close view now, although I still see you in your Blue Mountains park on the chess board tiles.”

“And I still see you in your garden, but my memories of being on your tongue while your mouth was open are still at the forefront of my mind.”

*          *          *          *

Colleen dreamt again of her capture of the leprechauns. The dream picked up from where the previous one had left off. Then she heard Brother Zeke and Tim talking again:

“Glad to see you're back and in good health!” said Brother Zeke, “Another great chapter! All those lucky leprechauns got to see the inside of Colleen's stomach and now Tarquin is next! I'm surprised none of the other leprechauns came back to save their brethren, smart of them as I think Colleen would have happily gulped them all.

I know if I were one of the leprechauns I would have offered to help her find more leprechauns, either being bait for the remainder in the tunnels, or help her locate others. I'd definitely be a massive traitor.”
“I've actually drafted several future chapters already. There will be a rescue subplot involving the leprechauns so far still free, but I don't want to spoiler malfunction at all. So stay tuned,” said Tim.

This Tim had taken her past experiences to unexplored levels of fiction. If she’d thought of digging up the meadow, she realised after waking up, she could have pulled off the culinary coup of all time, and eaten an entire tiny town of leprechauns as well as Tarquin.

Somehow Tim had known of her aspirations and her activities, and come up with ideas that had surpassed even her own incredible achievements. Colleen wanted to know more, wanted to see what other nonesuch adventures Tim had apparently scripted up for her in whatever realm he occupied. She wanted to know how he was doing all this, and who he was. She wished that she had been able to think of attempting to speak to Tim in her dreams. Yet her dream self seemed to be only capable of living a mixture of her real life recollections and drastically altered versions of events. Not once had her dream self ever thought of trying to verbally interact with Tim.

Something else struck her too. Tim had some form of audience who felt only admiration for Colleen’s dining achievements most of the time. Although Brother Zeke’s latest response did seem to indicate some instinct of self preservation that would eventually come into play. If she ever found a way to meet him, she would soon see to it that his instincts only served him in vain. As for Tim, she still didn’t know what on earth or Giantland to make of him. If he did exist outside of her dreams, was he living on earth somewhere, writing about everything that ever happened to her and more? How could she ever find out? Could she lure him to the Giant land, and if she did, would eating him put an end to all of the dreams and ideas and additional adventures that she’d only discovered while having those dreams?

“I wonder what will happen if we sleep past the sunset. I wouldn’t be able to find my way back home in the dark,” said Jodie.

“Maybe we can will ourselves to wake up after a while,” said Faris.

They talked in the dream for 20 minutes, and then the soporific effect of the food wore off for Faris. He woke up in her mouth. He slid a little from side to side on her tongue, to awaken her too, and then she woke up as well.

He was facing the front of her mouth, so that he would see the view of everything outside, as soon as she opened her mouth.

He felt her mouth moving, and then he was gulped into her throat. He felt it all around him, and then felt another significant gulp carrying him down into her stomach.

He couldn’t feel or smell any of the food that she had eaten before. In fact, her stomach seemed like a dry soft comfortable cavern. He would have to wait for her to cough him up in a few minutes, as he had no means of climbing out of her stomach and back up into her throat and out through her mouth himself.

He felt a slight movement around him and then a more lengthy general movement for over an hour, but no upward movement of himself. Jodie was not coughing, not even attempting to, apparently. He suddenly understood that she had swallowed him intentionally. He lay in her stomach thinking back through everything that had happened in their dreams and in reality, since he had first met her, and took in the fact that it had all come to this.

Hours later, he dropped off to sleep, and began to dream. Soon he saw Jodie and heard her, talking to him in their dreams.

“Jodie, why did you eat me? It’s a wonder I haven’t been digested yet.”

“You won’t be digested at all, little darling. I’ve swallowed you into the front compartment of my stomach. The rear compartment has probably digested all the food that I had for lunch.”

She explained to him about the two compartments of a giantess’s stomach, in much the same way as the giantess Moynie had explained it to another earthling. (See Chapter 87 of Book 1: “To Catch a Leprechaun”.)

“But how long do I have to stay in here before you cough me up?”

“I’m not going to cough you up,” said Jodie, casually.

“How can I be your boyfriend from here? I can’t get near your lips or kiss you, or look at the views anymore.”

“You can see them in your dreams, if I’m dreaming about you at the same time,” said Jodie, “Although that will grow less frequent as time progresses. I already have a boyfriend.”

“But you said he died.”

“That was my previous boyfriend. I met another one soon afterwards, and we’ve been together for quite a while before I first dreamt about you.”

“Then why did you lead me on?”

“I told you that I was incomplete in some way, until I met you. As soon as I knew of a cute guy your size, I knew it would be so nice to eat you up and keep you in my tummy. I knew that you’d fallen in love with me, so that you would seek out a way to meet me in person, just as I’d hoped and planned. I told you everything that I knew you wanted me to say to you, to encourage you along. When you arrived here, I gave you a whole afternoon of kisses and company, and then I gobbled you down. That was always my intention, little friend.”

*          *          *          *

Colleen dreamt of placing Tarquin into a pavlova and the dessert dish into her oven, and then she heard Brother Zeke and Tim talking about it:

“That’s high praise Colleen gave Tarquin there,” said Zeke, “I really love the oven idea. It’s like Colleen gave Tarquin and the leprechauns their own little role and agency in helping her prepare them to be her food.”

“The surviving leprechauns will be back in a few chapters’ time,” said Tim, “I’ve always thought that looking out of the oven window at my giantess would be a visual thrill of anticipation.”

Colleen was gob smacked.

“Who are these people?” she thought, when she awoke again.

Faris remembered that Jodie had called him “little friend” on the mountainside that afternoon. Something had not sounded quite right about that at the time, but he had not been able to work out why. He now saw clearly, that she had not called him “little boyfriend,” because she already had a boyfriend her own size.

“No wonder you enjoyed the thought of my being a chess piece for you to capture,” he said, recalling their early discussion about chess.

“And captured you are, little friend. You will stay in my tummy forever, and only see me in my garden in our shared dreams. This outcome is amply congenial and satisfactory for me, and there’s nothing you can do to induce me to let you out of there.”

“I guess there isn’t,” said Faris.

“I’m glad you’ve accepted that, for your sake. There’s no peace in worrying about things you can’t change.”

“Is it OK if I’m still in love with you?”

“It would be a moot point if you couldn’t stop feeling that way. I’m comfortable with it, and just as flattered as before. You are uniquely cute, perhaps even among people your own size. Maybe that’s why I only dreamt of you and not other earthlings.”

“I guess so. I am unusually handsome.”

“If not unusually modest.”

“Sorry,” he said.

“It’s alright,” she laughed, “You can always say anything to me.”

“In a way this is no worse than before I got here in person. I’m used to relying on the dreams to interact with you.”

“I understand, but it’s not the same as before. Back then, you entertained the hope of finding me and meeting me in person and being my boyfriend in this giant land, didn’t you?”

“That was pretty much how I’d planned it out, yes. I was never going to return to earth. I wanted to be with you for the rest of my days.”

“Well it won’t be as you planned it, but you will certainly be with me.”

They talked until he awoke in her stomach, unaware of the time of night or day it was, and he lay awake and came to terms with his new life.

After a few weeks of interactive dreaming with Jodie, Faris had become sufficiently enamoured of the situation.

“One thing I’m sure of is that I’d rather be with you like this than have never met you at all,” said Faris, “Although I can’t decide whether I’d rather have continued to dream about you on earth, rather than in your stomach. I guess the best of both worlds, within what you were really offering, would have been to have had most of that fabulous day on the mountainside with you, and then escaped to earth and continued our interactive dreams,” he told her one night.

“I’m personally glad that it worked out this way,” said Jodie, “But you’ve seen how infrequent our shared dreams have become. I tend to only think of you when I’m alone in the daytimes now, while I’m awake. I don’t expect that I will dream about you again after tonight. So this will be our last interactive time of talking together. I’ll always be happy to have you in there. You must simply make the most of your situation. Goodbye little friend.”

Just like that, he was consigned to a life in her stomach, with no more interactive dreams, only the feel of her tummy around him during his waking hours, and the knowledge that she had willingly swallowed him into it and continued on with her perfectly happy existence.

*          *          *          *

Colleen’s dreams continued to surprise her. She dreamt of one of her students at the Irish high school named Edith. The girl had snuck into the science laboratory with a boy named Connor and found Colleen’s portable shrinking device. Edith had shrunken Connor and taken him home to eat him. Colleen had no knowledge of any real life occurrences of this nature, firstly because she’d not known about it in the original timeline, and secondly because it had been reset with a replacement timeline.

“I like this character Edith,” came Brother Zeke’s voice again, “Connor may never be her boyfriend. But at least he can be her snack instead! I’d consider him lucky in his own right.”

“I certainly would too,” said Tim, “All the male characters are author surrogates of me at various points in life (although I’ve never been a private investigator, but the private investigator’s encounters with the vore women are adaptations of my own hopes and dreams).”

“Author surrogates?” thought the awakening Colleen, “They seemed real enough to me, when I taught them science at school in the Irish village on earth. Just what is really going on here?”

Once awake, Colleen had naturally been aware that Edith had long since approached her and asked her to make a giantess of her. The two had lived as nearby neighbours in the giant land, until Colleen had decided to move house, and sold some teleported earth boys to a lady at the giant girls high school, to sell at the school fete. She wondered if the dream had given her an insight into the fact that Edith might well have known more about Colleen and her inventions than she’d originally let on.

Not that it really mattered that much, as both of them had been keen to lead similar lives. They both enjoyed eating shrunken boys on earth, if both real life and the dreams was anything to go by. They both had opted to become giants and live in the giant land. They both had then used their new sizes to eat earth boys without any further need for shrinking them, even if it had been harder to acquire the boys. Colleen had eventually solved this problem by adapting some of her own technology and some of Sandra Corlani’s technology, in order to create a device that would teleport earth boys directly to Colleen’s giant home. It meant, that any time Colleen had set her sights on someone through the new machine’s viewing scope, there was really nothing that the boy could do to avoid being instantly transported to Colleen’s giant home and told of his upcoming denouement. Colleen had never been happier with any scenario prior to this new accomplishment. She had not felt any need to aspire to any further scientific developments, at least not until her dreams had given her a growing awareness of the potential existence of Tim and his highly vocal fan club. For her, the last few years had been a series of leaps and bounds into new territory, with many experimental subjects making pioneer journeys down her gullet, most of them without their consent, but all of them equally satisfying. Colleen did not understand what was going on in her dreams or how it was possible. However, she embraced the situation with an open mind, looking forward to whatever would happen next.

*          *          *          *

While Colleen’s dreams were taking her to new realms of wonder, she was currently unaware that she had facilitated an extraordinary encounter for someone else. Twenty year old university student Cam was attending a party he’d been invited to by a lady named Elise, who had noticed him taking photographs of her house. He had explained that the house had obviously been built several decades earlier, with an architectural style which appealed to him, and that he had been in the process of photographing every such house in the suburb. Now it was the night of the party, and Elise had used it as an opportunity to let him see the inside of her house too. After all the other guests had gone, Elise opened a photograph album, to show him some pictures of the outside of the house as it had been when she had first bought it, before having it repainted a different colour. This had been some years earlier. They came to a picture which had a beautiful lady posing in the archway of the front veranda, with Elise standing beside her. Cam was a little over 5 foot 9 inches tall, and Elise was his own height. The other woman was taller than Elise in the picture, which meant she was taller than Cam too.

“Is this lady one of your other friends who couldn’t make it to the party tonight?” asked Cam.

“In a way,” said Elise, “Do you like her?”

“She’s absolutely stunning,” said Cam, “I…I know you’ve already done a lot for me, but I’d give anything to meet her.”

“There’s a lot more of her to meet,” said Elise, “Nobody else knows this, but she found a portal into another world, where all the people are giants. She made friends with another woman from earth, named Colleen, who had invented the means to alter people’s sizes, along with the size of their houses. Colleen brought my friend Cleo’s house to some unclaimed land on the giant world, enlarged it, and turned Cleo Nex into a giantess too. A lot of people are probably wondering what happened to her. She used to be a model, back when this photograph was taken.”

“Wow!” said Cam, “Her lips look amazing enough at normal size. I can only imagine the nature of the kisses she could be capable of giving me now… if she wanted to.”

“I could help you find out, by taking you to her giant home,” said Elise.

Cam gratefully accepted the offer. A few days later he bought the largest bouquet of flowers he could find from a shop. Elise led him through a forest and into the portal that opened out on the giant landscape. They walked through the giant land until they came to Cleo’s garden.

“I know you’d like to tell her of your feelings in privacy. So I’ll head home now. Can you remember the way back by yourself?”

“I think so, and thank you for everything,” said Cam.

He walked across the lawn and looked around for some way to announce his presence. The door knocker and door bell were both far too high for him to ever reach. He slipped under the door with his flowers, and walked along a hallway, and into a living room, where he saw Cleo walking towards him.

“Hello,” he said, “I couldn’t reach the bell, and I wanted very much to meet you. I hoped you wouldn’t mind if I just …., well, if I just came in.”

“Not at all. I understand your situation,” said Cleo.

“I saw a picture of you in a photo album at the end of one of Elise’s parties just at the end of my university summer holidays.”

“So you’ve recently finished high school?” she asked.

“I was 17 when I finished school. Then I worked for two years and then started a course. I’m due to start the second year next week.”

“So you’d be 20 now.”

“Yes, for another few months,” he said, holding up the flowers, “These are for you.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling warmly down at him as she bent down and picked up the bouquet in her hand and held it gently by her side, “I don’t think anybody on earth gave me flowers when I was your age. It’s a first time experience for me.”

“I’d give you anything you wanted,” he said, “I’ve been in love with you ever since I saw the photograph at Elise’s house last week.”

“I’ve had a happy time as a giantess, but there’s certainly one thing you could give me that I haven’t tried yet.”

“Name it,” said Cam.

“The most mouth watering meal I could ever imagine,” said Cleo, “There’s one thing that’s never been available in any shops or restaurants in this land.”

“I’ll come back here with as much of it as I can possibly carry, although it might only amount to less than one mouthful for you, unless I make several trips and bring it here in stages,” said Cam, “Just tell me what it is.”

“You,” said Cleo.

She smiled down at his stupefied silence.

“You … want to … eat … me?” he said.

“I do,” said Cleo, “But I think I’d better dispense with the idea of you coming back with such a meal another day. I don’t know that I could count on you to return. One of the advantages of being a giant is that I can count on making sure you don’t run away from me right here in this room now.”

She taunted him with the smile of her lips and the mischief in her eyes.

“Well … umm… when Elise told me you had become a giant, I was even more fascinated by your full shapely lips. Would you consider kissing me first?”

“I think that could be arranged.”

She stooped down, picked him up and stepped back and sat down on an armchair. Then she raised him to her lips and pressed her full lower lip against his face.

“I … I think that makes it all worthwhile,” he said.

Cleo opened her mouth wide in amusement. He looked in at her tongue.

“Your mouth looks beautiful inside as well,” he said, marvelling at the sight and finding the whole situation more arousing than ever, “I think I’m going to like touching your tongue.”

“That will give you something else to look forward to then.”

“I’m guessing that you can be careful with your teeth.”

“Of course I will. I’m going to gulp you down in one mouthful naturally. You’ll still be able to feel everything around you, as you’re sliding down my throat.”

“It sounds amazing.”

“Well why don’t we go to the kitchen and get started then?”

She took him to the kitchen, prepared him slowly, getting to know him in friendly conversation, while he looked up from the bench at her towering beauty and then felt her hands picking him up and preparing the meal he would soon become. When she took him to the table, he was transfixed by the carefree happiness on her face. He was driven into a frenzy of ecstasy while she picked him up and opened her mouth wide, put out her tongue and licked him like a lollipop on a stick. He was totally out of control with excitement as she opened her mouth wide in front of him, let him look in at it for a few seconds, and then placed him inside her mouth. There would be no coming back from this experience in a few moments’ time. He lay on her tongue, enjoying the feel of it below him, and then felt it moving, as she drew him into her giant throat. He slid down, feeling the vertical part of her tongue (where it started in her throat) as he slid down it and deeper into her neck, down, down, down, until he reached her stomach.

There were three portals in Ireland, all leading to the giant world. One was in the high forest at the top of the hill near Colleen’s old meadow. It linked the high forest with the garden of giant house now owned by Edith, who had once been a girl at the village high school on earth, before becoming a giantess. Her boyfriend Eddie knew of this portal and was still using it to visit Edith periodically. (See Book 1 “To Catch a Leprechaun”)

A second portal linked the valley woods behind the village high school with the garden of the giant house that Colleen had owned for a while, after becoming a giantess. Colleen had since sold it to a native born giantess and moved to a larger and better positioned house. (See chapter 1 of this book.)

A third portal linked the woods between the village and the meadow with a giant mountainside lookout. Giantess Jodie Moore and earthling Faris Buckner, who had the extraordinary ability to communicate with each other through their dreams, had discovered this portal (in chapters 13-14 of this book).

There had always been other portals, leading from other places on earth into other parts of the giant dimension. For example, a fourth portal had been found and used in the last few decades, by a number of members of a boy scouts group high in the Swiss Alps. The scouts were 12 years old, and the scout masters were in their twenties. Their story began more than thirty years earlier. They had planned a lengthy hiking and camping trip led by scout leaders in their early 20s. The scouts themselves were in their teens. Several days into their journey, they came across the fourth portal, and stepped through together to explore it. They found themselves in a thick jungle with an abundance of giant fruit. There were strawberries. There were red, black and green seedless grapes, and other naturally growing treats. There was something different about the fruit too. It not only tasted nice, but seemed to relax all their inhibitions and concerns about life back on earth. Each boy and each adult scout master decided to find a spot in the jungle and pitch his tent and live there indefinitely.

After they had gone to their separate locations, spreading out and exploring, they discovered that they were actually in a giant sized park. It had an open air stage, with a large lawn area for audiences to congregate on, and a sign banner permanently hung from two trees above the stage:

Beautiful Elegant Regional Organized Women’s Regularly Active

Music Society. (B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music Society).

Performances on Middle Day each week.

An entire group of country musical singers must have consisted of many people, for them to need such a large wide stage, thought scout master Andy. Elsewhere, scout master Dennis had reached a similar conclusion, and realised that the jungle, if they were on a giant world, would actually have been nothing more than a flower garden in the giant park, which happened to grow fruit too. If this was the case, then how large must the women singers and their audience be?

*          *          *          *

Colleen’s next dream told her more about the fate of Connor, and then her dream self listened to more commentary from Brother Zeke and Tim, who in their own minds at least, were apparently writer and reader.

“Great end to this subplot,” said Zeke, “I really liked this idea of being eaten by a girl who already has a special someone in their life. That special someone isn’t, and never will be Connor. But at least he got to satisfy her some way in the end!”

“Well the idea being that, to Edith, Connor was a dining pleasure, and the special someone was a romantic pleasure,” said Tim, “I don’t play with this idea too often, for fear of causing moral conundrums, but I worked it in at least once.”

So to Tim, Edith was apparently merely an idea that he ‘played with’, no doubt with some aspiration to walk in Connor’s footsteps, all the way into Edith’s mouth, no less.

It should be remembered that the scouts’ adventures with the B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music Society occurred over many years leading up to the period when Colleen discovered the giant land and became a giantess. So the period of Colleen’s dreams is very much in the present, while the period of the scouts’ adventures is very much in the past. As both developments are of equal importance, each chapter will continue to open by identifying the point in time at which the chapters events are occurring.

Decades earlier, there were ponds in various parts of the giant park that the earth scouts had discovered, some in the flower gardens and some in the open grass areas. They would nave no shortage of water for drinking as well. All of their scouting experience and training would come into play, making it easy for them to adjust to life in the giant world, for as long as they chose to stay there.

When night fell, they all slept well, having hiked for a long time on earth and then come into a giant land, which was somewhat out of phase with Switzerland’s time zone on earth. It meant that their “day” had been longer than usual, and they were all extremely tired. Nobody came into the park the next day, and they surmised from the word “Regional” in the B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music Society acronym, that it was a somewhat isolated country spot, and little used. Being from earth, they had no idea which day of the week was Middle Day. One scout had taken German classes as part of his school curriculum, and knew that the German word for “week” was “Woch”, and that the German word for “middle” is “Mit”. So the German word for Wednesday was Mitwoch. He gathered that a similar naming system had been used for the giant dimension’s Middle Day.

The following day was an exciting one for the scout group. By the middle of the morning, they saw a group of ladies and teenage girls arriving, all wearing elegant feminine clothes, which lived up to the name of the B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music Society. They walked into view, set up a few small items they’d brought with them on the stage, and then spread themselves around on the lawn and began eating their lunches.

Observing them from their positions in the gardens, the scouts were surprised by another factor, not just their gigantic size.

Every one of the B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music Society members looked exactly like a celebrity that they had known on earth. Each scout began to theorize in his own thoughts, as they heard the singers talking to each other, using the same names of their regular sized earthling doppelgangers. Carla Olt and Julianne Stringer were each both models and actresses on earth. Brie Shoole was a teenage actress on earth. Annie Stephalist, Lissa King, Nina Pozzona, Sophia Dredle were young actresses in her twenties. Annette March was an actress in her late thirties on earth. Lorna Night was a cooking show hostess on earth. Trudy Cole was a famous comedian in her thirties on earth. Belle Pearson was a retired model in her fifties on earth. Maria Roccs was an actress in her forties on earth. Somehow, this particular part of the giant dimension had produced a generation of giant parallel counterparts of earthlings. Presumably, those that were celebrities on earth, because of their beauty and talent, had counterparts who were equally beautiful and talented in the giant dimension. However, since television did not seem to exist there, at least not in this isolated regional country area, they had formed the B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music Society instead, and played to a much smaller (in number if not in physical size) audience.

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Colleen had a new dream which was a sequel to the ones in which she had caught and eaten many leprechauns and Tarquin. In this instalment, the surviving leprechauns were holding a council of war. Then she heard Brother Zeke and Tim again.

“I’m happy to see the leprechauns back,” said Zeke, “They better hope they haven’t underestimated Colleen!”

“You’re in for a very enjoyable surprise in the next few chapters, I think, as you see who’s underestimated whom, and the results play out,” said Tim.

“So am I,” thought Colleen, both while asleep and again when she woke up.

Decades earlier, the B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music society members talked about their upcoming performance that afternoon, and then went up onto the stage, as members of the audience began to arrive too. It soon became known to the eavesdropping earthlings, that this park was on the outskirts of a giant village called Ladiesville. Some of the ladies might well have associated with giant men in other villages, but Ladiesville was zoned exclusively for girls and women.

A group of ladies from the audience sat together and it soon became apparent that they were an organized fan club of the B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music Society. The fan club secretary Fiona May called the roll, and each lady announced her presence: Alexandra Bayliss, Alison Bowles, Donna Henry or Doris Henry (as it was hard for the earthlings to hear Fiona’s pronunciation, with other groups of ladies talking on the lawn), Jenny Hocking, Beth Mitchell, Anabel Sheehy (or it could have been spelt Annabel), and Jocelyn Smith. They were all stunningly beautiful women, all giant sized, and were probably also counterparts of women on earth, albeit not earth celebrities. For that reason, the scouts were unable to recognise them as being doppelgangers of anyone they knew, with one exception. Scout Master Clark had been interviewed for a job on earth by an employment agent called Fiona May. He had never forgotten how beautiful she looked, and how ladylike she had been. It was unusual in a modern office environment, and stood out. Clark had not been successful in obtaining that vocational position, and had not been able to approach Fiona again. Now he was staring from a garden at her gigantic doppelganger. She was the closest to the garden, and he was determined not to lose what seemed like a second chance.

The group turned to face the stage, as they could see that the Music Society were about to perform. From where Clark was, everyone had their backs to him, including Fiona. However, she sat so far back, that she was also behind everyone else in the audience.

At around 2:00 in the afternoon, the Music Society began its performance. As 15 year old Brie Shoole’s giant counterpart began to sing, a 12 year old scout named Jordy, the youngest of them in fact, took out his binoculars and was able to look more closely into Brie’s mouth at her sparkling tongue.

The feeling of lost opportunity with the earthling Fiona May had spurred Clark on to take any step and any chance necessary to approach the giant Fiona May. He ran out of the garden, ran silently forward on the grass, until he was right beside Fiona’s long skirt as she sat on her legs. He tugged at her skirt to get her attention, and looked up as she turned her head and looked down at him in surprise. She gently clasped him in her fingers and lifted him up until he was right in front of her full shapely giant lips. Not to lose any momentum in his rapid courtship, he kissed her lower lip and then looked for a reaction.

In the present, in the giant land, Colleen’s next dream was again a sequel to the one about her consumption of the leprechauns and Tarquin. She dreamt that the surviving leprechauns had used a rare scientific artefact known only to them, called the Ring of Reversal. They had reversed the flow of time and averted Colleen’s consumption of their own people and a number of shrunken boys and men as well.

The real Colleen awoke with a startled surprise.

“Could those things have really happened and then been rewritten by a new timeline? Is that why I don’t remember them, except somehow in my dreams?” she asked herself, “Have my dreams somehow tapped into a series of events that once occurred before they were retroactively removed from Irish history? I hope I fall asleep soon, so that I can see where this goes.”

It took her over an hour to drop off, and when she did, she could only see the inside of her old Irish hillside home. However, she could hear the voice of Millicent, another of Tim’s fans.

“So, after reading the whole story (so far), plus the two last chapters posted today, I can now tell everything I think about the story lol,” said Millicent, “The story has the known touch and feel of a Tim story. It has his style, his preferences, his soul, and if one's already used to his stories, and likes them, so he'll like it too. Despite not being at first a frequent reader of his stories, I enjoyed that one. Mostly the last chapters, as the story began to vary more, adding more people and more dangers as Colleen admittedly began eating more than just leprechauns.
If, and only if, constructive criticism is allowed: I found it a bit strange that there wasn't given more details to the first time Colleen ate a leprechaun. I mean, I know that the story now doesn't spin around the idea of eating just leprechauns, but this was the reason Colleen started eating people and the main reason of the story’s existence, I guess. So I thought that, when a leprechaun was finally found, the scenes involving him would be more long, with more interactions between the leprechaun and Colleen, maybe even some romance (yeah, I thought it, sorry lol). But the leprechauns were just discovered and more than half of their kingdom was eaten in one chapter, with little to almost no descriptions.
Well, the story is now putting a lot of attention on the leprechauns, so maybe my observation is not seeing what is to come yet...
Also, another positive observation, something I enjoyed a lot: the fact that Colleen just proceeded with her normal life, as if nothing had ever happened, every time she ate a guy, be him human or leprechaun. I mean, she went on eating men, leprechauns, boys, for about two whole years or more. Tim is known for not caring about writing internals, digestion and all, but those who know my stories and style know that I love writing about those aspects of vore and, reading the story, I couldn't avoid imagining that, while Colleen had her life, the ones that ended eaten by her were digested slowly, being liquefied and turned in parts of her own body, a body which continued to swallow and digest and absorb more 'live snacks', eliminating the parts of the snacks it didn't need by the 'natural way' (no need to describe that here hahahah).”

To the sleeping Colleen, it was as if Millicent had micro-analysed all of the minutia of two years of Colleen’s life on earth. Yet now she was appraising and assessing Tim’s way of writing about it as well.

Millicent continued her dissertation concerning Tim’s ‘story’ about Colleen: “This is so subtly callous for Colleen that makes the story enjoyable even for those who likes cruel giantesses: there's something more cruel than eating a man whole and alive and just living her life without a care about what will be of the poor man inside her acidic stomach? As I'm a writer who writes both gentle and cruel stories, I'm surprised to see a so cold girl in Tim's work, as Tim is known for writing just gentle/soft vore scenes. Yeah, the vore here is still soft, but when you go deeper in the life of Colleen, seeing that she's all careless about those who she eats... kudos to Tim, as it must be hard for him to write about a theme which isn't exactly in his comfort zone.
This is what I think, up to now. There's way more chapters to come and I can't wait to keep reading them! This story gets better and better, and with the time travel, now lots oh leprechauns saved and all, I can just imagine what will happen next!
Also, thank you Tim for the personal note, let's see what Ellie Blish does in this story... and how many guys she eats.”

“Come to think of it, you're right,” said Tim, “The leprechaun gobbling scenes were very lacking in detail. I think it's because I write as a human with a fantasy of being shrunken and eaten, and the presence of the mass leprechaun gobbling was to show the effects on Tarquin witnessing it, knowing that as their numbers dwindled, his time in her mouth and tummy were drawing ever nearer. Also the way she dug up and attacked their kingdom, after he'd been shrunken and taken refuge there was my other dramatic moment. I could imagine myself as a shrunken human being eaten, but having never been a leprechaun, I can't seem to throw my heart into writing about their denouement as effectively. Similarly, I find with comic book characters, that earthborn characters are easier to relate to than some super powered alien, who comes from another planet. But I do like seeing an alien team-up with an earth man as a strong supporting character.  I just used the leprechauns as a backdrop, first for Tarquin's POV and then to use the Ring of Reversal to unleash more plot developments. There will be some major ramifications of the Ring of Reversal in Chapters 115-149, when I get to posting them. It won't involve the leprechauns, but the time reversal effect will have some interesting side effects. Well you've sure made an interesting observation about Colleen. For me, the callousness is part of the arousal effect, as wierd as this whole sub-genre is. God forbid that my church friends would ever see these stories, or anyone outside the giantess community for that matter. Anyone without these fantasies just doesn't understand how we writers and readers feel about it. For me personally, the fantasy ends the moment the tiny reaches the bottom of the giantess's throat. So I don't like to dwell on the digestive issues in detail. And lastly, the Ellie Blish character will pull a lot of mischief that leads to other girls/women's acts of vore, before she discovers the fun of it herself around Chapter 168. (I'm posting one chapter a day, to give readers a chance to read other authors' works as well, without being swamped by mine). Plus it keeps this yarn on Most Recent much longer. Thanks for such a long and comprehensive review.”

Colleen awoke and pondered on what she’d heard from Tim and Millicent for hours. A timeline altered by leprechauns. A readership of her life story over two timelines. A girl student she recalled named Ellie Blish, who had apparently gotten hold of a shrinking device that Colleen Balfour and her friend Frances Woodfield had misplaced. Countless literary assessments of happenstance which to Colleen was either memories of cold hard facts or dreams of alternate versions of events. What did it all mean?

Decades earlier, Fiona May pressed back against Clark’s face with her lips, and then sat him on her shoulder and pulled her hair over him to conceal him. He was able to part her hairs just enough to see the Music Society, but was far keener on looking at Fiona’s soft white neck.

When the afternoon’s musical came to an end, around 3:45pm, Belle Pearson thanked the audience for attending.

“We all enjoy this venue, and we often come here in the later days of the week to eat picnic lunches or read here, while you’re at work. Some of us swim in the stream too. But what we enjoy most is singing for you, and we hope you’ll come and see us again this time next week.”

That had been useful information for a group of amorous scouts and scout masters with an interest in seeing these giantesses again. All of the giantesses began to leave the park, except for Fiona May. She kept Clark well concealed in her hair, until she had walked away from the gradually dispersed gathering and into another section of the park. Clark had been wondering whether or not to tell her of her counterpart on earth. He decided that a lady wanted to be liked for herself, not her resemblance to somebody else.

Fiona sat down and heard his story of how he’d been hiking in Switzerland and come across the portal. The other fact that he left out of his dissertation was the presence of other scout masters and young scouts. It seemed best for each of them to keep the giantesses unaware of the number of scouts who were now secretly inhabiting the giant regional park.

Fiona returned his affections and invited him to come and live with her permanently. He naturally accepted and enjoyed countless giant kisses and her lovely company in the future.

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One day, Jordy was standing on the edge of the garden, where it met the grass, and saw Brie Shoole walk into view. She was wearing a long pale yellow dress with short sleeves. When she saw him, she continued over and stopped in front of him and put her hands on her hips.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to run away and hide from me now, little boy,” she said.

“I can’t think of any reason why I would want to,” said Jordy, “I watched you singing with the B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music Society and I like you very much.”

“That’s very sweet,” said Brie, “But I might be planning to eat you all up.”

She folded her arms and looked down at him confidently.

“How?” he asked.

“Don’t you think it would be very easy?” asked Brie, “I could easily fit you in my mouth, and down you’d go.”

“But if I ran away, I’d never see you again. You’re so pretty, and you have a lovely voice too.”

“That wouldn’t be of much benefit to you, if you were in my tummy.”

“It would if you were my friend first.”

She sat down and looked at him with amusement.

“I like you, Brie,” he said.

“How did you know my name? I didn’t say it, and nobody else said it at the musical.”

“Someone in the audience thought you were the best performer there,” he said truthfully, covering his faux pas with the omission that he was referring to himself.

“So are you going to tell me your name?” she asked.

“Of course. I’m Jordy.”

Brie stuck her tongue out at him a long way and left it there for several seconds, before withdrawing it back into her mouth.

“That looked beautiful,” he said.

Brie giggled with surprise.

“You’re a funny little boy,” she said, “I don’t think I’ll eat you today, probably not for some time to come. You’re so much fun.”

She took him to her home, where she lived as an orphan. This was different to her earthling counterpart, whose mother was still alive.

In present day, Colleen dreamt that she heard Brother Zeke replying to Millicent’s long speech about the timelines and the leprechauns:

“I just read Milla's review so this is somewhat of a response to that,” said Zeke, “I completely agree with Milla so much on Colleen's character and her callousness. Like Milla I do admittedly love to fill in the blanks of what happens to the victims after they're swallowed. It's something I like about this story, that it allows me to do that, everyone gets to have their cake and eat it too. The second comment I left on the story mentioned that I'm not normally into willing vore, but the way you write it and Colleen and the other giantesses personalities makes me really into even the gentler aspects of the story despite me being into the crueler, more graphic aspects of vore.  One thing I disagree with Milla on though is how the leprechauns were handled -- I actually liked that aspect of how you wrote them, I thought it was fitting that their demise wasn't given much fanfare. The way I looked at it was, to Colleen, leprechauns are merely food. She doesn't converse with them like she did Tarquin, there's no romance, and she doesn't even ask if they have names. From page 0 she's always fantasized about making them food and that reflects in how differently her attitude is towards shrunken humans and leprechauns. Tarquin was her little romance, and the leprechaun were just snacks. That's just my own personal headcanon for why there's not much detail given onto the leprechaun's time with Colleen. Like with the fate of the vored, I also very much enjoyed filling in the blanks on the leprechauns. Inspired by how you write vore, I liked to imagine that even if they were initially distraught at their lives being upturned by the human woman, when their time came to be eaten, a lot of them were actually very accepting of becoming Colleen's food, some asking Colleen if there's anything they can do to help her enjoy them more -- like wriggling on the way down. Many others felt it was unfair to the very end, like Connor with Edith, but nonetheless they all travelled down Colleen's throat all the same. That's just how I filled in the blanks anyways.”

Then Tim spoke very briefly: “Looks like you've both done very comprehensive reviews on it.”

Once awake, Colleen considered the ramifications. If there was a large readership who were apparently all aware of her voracious activities with shrunken earthlings and other earthlings who’d later encountered her as a giant, they all seemed very accepting of this. In fact, they were even downright enthusiastic, from all that she’d heard. Their voices managed to reach her in her dreams, and continued to give only complimentary assessments of what she had enjoyed doing for some years now. She wondered about the privacy aspects of the situation, but was not overly concerned. If there was such a readership, it was certainly made up of normal sized humans on earth. One of the readers was female and seemed to read out of a desire to place herself in the role of Colleen herself, while the male readers aspired to be the boys and young men that Colleen had eaten. Even if they could find their way to the giant land, they would have no intention of putting a stop to Colleen’s activities, even if they could. She began experimenting with the view screen of her teleporter, aiming the screen at random places on earth, but failed to come up with any images of Brother Zeke, Millicent, Nathan Ural, or Tim.

Decades earlier, but some four years after Brie Shoole met Jordy, a scout named Dino was 16, when he saw Nina Pozzona come and sit on a chair in the park. She had a long dark pink dress, and still had the short dark hair that he’d seen, when she sang at the first musical performance that the scouts had attended. She began to eat from her picnic lunch. He looked in amazement as she took a piece of meat in her fingers, tilted her head a little, as she brought her hand to her mouth, and then put out her tongue and placed the meat onto it and drew it into her mouth. He watched her lovely neck gulping it down. If she were the same age as the Nina Pozzona on earth, which seemed to be the case with all of the earth celebrities and their giant counterparts, then she would be 26. Dino didn’t own binoculars, unlike Jordy, and so his view of her tongue from the garden had been unclear, but he was nonetheless driven wild with the thought of being placed upon her giant tongue and swallowed whole. It eclipsed any thoughts of the ramifications, and none of the scouts had yet learned of the front compartments in the giantesses’ stomachs, in which earth boys could conceivably live long term.

Dino walked into view and introduced himself. To his delight, Nina picked him up and kissed him. The touch of her lips was the first contact he had ever had with any female, and it left nothing wanting, except the rather unapproachable subject of her eating him. She invited him to come to her home and live with her, and he accepted, enjoying his romantic moments whenever they came along, even taking the first steps to initiate kisses as time went on and he gained a little more confidence. He never lost sight of his secret goal, to gain a journey through her mouth and down her throat.

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The next year, a 17 year old scout named Archie saw Annette March come and sit on a chair in the park for a while. He let her see him, and she picked him up and put him into her handbag without a word. Some time later, he watched her open the bag above him, take him out, place him on her bed, and then lie down on her stomach. She reached for a photograph album on her bedside table, opened it and showed him pictures taken ten years earlier. In some, she was posing in a two piece bikini. In others, she was standing in a long white dress, similar to the one she was wearing now. Back then her hair had been longer. It was now of medium length and stopped just above her shoulders, but had a wide bob to it.

They talked a little at last, and then Annette took Archie to her living room and set a table with some snacks. He watched her eating, and enjoyed whatever she broke up with he fingers and passed to him. At bed time she invited him to climb into her mouth and sleep there, as she suggested that it would be comfortable for both of them. He looked as she opened her lips and displayed a perfect wide sparkling taste organ. He climbed over her lower lip and slid into position and then felt her mouth closing around him. He knew that this would make for an amicable way to sleep for many years to come.

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The following year, Jordy was 2 months away from turning 18, when Brie Shoole told him that she was turning 21 the next day, and that he would be invited to join her for her birthday dinner. When the night came, she wore a long dark green dress, and took a large cream cake out of its box and placed it on the kitchen bench. She picked Jordy up, and stood him in the cake up to his neck.

“Now you’ll have to wait and see just how much involvement you’re going to have in my birthday dinner,” Brie giggled.

She took him to the table, stood towering in front of it for a minute or so, while she adjusted things on the table, and then sat down and began to eat the cake. When she had eaten all around him, Brie picked him up and licked his face clean, and then dipped him in a bowl of water. After that, she used a napkin to dry him off completely.

“Did you think you were going to be eaten this time?” she asked.

“It’s still not confirmed that I won’t be, I guess,” he said.

She went and sat down on the living room carpet and snuggled him to her neck for a while, and then softly kissed his face.

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Still another year later, 19 year old Swiss scout Zimmy saw 31 year old Annie Stephalist come into the park wearing a long pale pink dress, almost white in its colouring. She had her hair worn up. She looked down at him, bending a little, and then sat on the grass. He told her how he had seen her performing, in the week of his arrival years earlier, and that he had come from earth. She had no knowledge of earth until he explained the portal to her.

“I think there might be a wind coming,” she said, and put out her tongue and licked her fingertip, “Yes, it’s going to blowing in the same direction as my home. I can take you there and shelter you indefinitely if you like.”

He thought it was as good a way as any to see a lot more of her.

In the weeks ahead, she let down her hair, wore long feminine dresses, asked him about life on earth, learned of chasings and hide and seek, and played a combination of both with him, as this has appealed to other native giantesses in these chronicles too. She would sometimes kiss him, and in doing so, slip out the tip of her tongue and brush it over his face.

After nine months of dating bliss had passed, Annie set him down on the windowsill overlooking the back garden one day. She was wearing a long neck to ankles blue and white patterned dress with long sleeves. Her long hair was down as usual, and she looked lovelier than ever.

“I thought you’d like to take a good look at the garden, while I do some reading,” she said, “I’ve enjoyed having you here all year, and tonight, I’m going to enjoy having you for dinner.”

He was about to protest, but something about the look in her eyes told him that it would do him no good. She had set herself on a certain path, and nothing he said would sway her in another direction.

Annie turned and walked out of the room, her arms displaying a certain detached confidence and haughtiness, while her dress swayed behind her.

Zimmy grabbed at the curtain and tried to pull it through the window. However, it was too heavy for him. He would not be able to use it to slide down to the garden outside. Then he had another idea. He walked to the far end of the windowsill and was just able to lean out and reach the curtain cord. On this giant world, it operated in a similar way to the cords of window blinds. The cord was light enough to pull up to the windowsill and then drop the end out the other side. He slid down it, as though it were a rope, until he reached the garden bed, and then ran across the lawn. He had almost reached the garden bed at the far side of the back lawn, when he heard Annie calling from the window.

“You can do this if you like, Zimmy. To me this is just another game of chasings, and we both know who won all of those!”

“But I won some of the games of hide-and-seek,” he thought, and darted into the flowerbed, just as Annie opened the door. He looked back, retreating backwards, as she ran across the lawn.

There was something uniquely arousing about the sight of her running after him in that dress. She reached the edge of the lawn and stood and stared down at him. He ran sideways between flowers, while she did the same on the grass with minimal strides for her giant legs in order to match his progress. She came to a log and sat down on it and folded her arms. She waited for him to make another move. He retreated backwards a little. Annie crouched down and reached in with her hand and snatched him.

She carried him back to the house, put him into a baking dish, placed it in the oven, and walked confidently out of the room, much as she had done when she had left him on the windowsill.

Soon she returned, sat on a chair and looked in at him for a while, and then took him to her dining table. The sun outside had now fully set, and the lighting in the room illuminated her radiant towering features. As she picked him up, the feel of her slender fingers was both comfortable and enjoyable. She brought him towards her mouth, put out her tongue and licked him several times, then stopped and smiled.

“Make yourself comfortable in the front room,” she said, “I’ll be using the back room to deal with some substantial sustenance.”

She placed him into her mouth, and soon swallowed him. He went down her throat, wondering what she meant by her references to rooms. When he reached the front compartment of her stomach, he found that there was no acid, and only limited living space, with no exits other than the unreachable one above him, from which he had just come. Soon he heard sounds coming from another part of her stomach, and gradually worked out for himself the internal anatomy of a giant woman’s stomach. So he was not to be digested, but to remain in her stomach.

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Two months after that, 19 year old scout Algernon saw giant singer Sophia Dredle sitting in the park near his flowerbed. She saw him.

“I’ll catch you!” she said, and began crawling after him.

The thought of being caught by her was very appealing, but he played along and back stepped his way thought the flowerbed. She gained on him very quickly, and then stopped right in front of him. Her full lips smiled, complementing the mischievous sense of triumph displayed in her eyes.

She took him to a table in the park, where she’d left a salad she’d prepared in a bowl at home. She sat down at the table, put him into the salad bowl and invited him to help himself. He watched her eating, as she would pick up a piece of salad with her fingers and put it into her mouth. Several times, she sucked or licked her fingers free of salad dressing and then continued, until they had finished off the dish. Then she drank a small bottle of water, after passing him the lid and filling it, so that he could drink from that. After that, she picked him up and put him into her mouth and began walking.

When she was home, she took him out of her mouth and changed into a long dress. She let her hair down and stuck her tongue out at him several times, and then licked his face a number of times too.

“You can stay here with me. We’ll do this many more times,” she said.

He had no objections at all.

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By April of the following year, Dino had enjoyed being with Nina Pozzona for four years now. One day Nina took out a bag of chocolates, sat on the couch, and began opening her mouth wide to put the chocolates inside, one by one. He saw the clearest views he had seen so far of her tongue inside her mouth, and wished that he had been in the position of the chocolates. Yet he was simply too shy to bring up such an unusual prospect to her, despite that fact that his size was unusual enough in her world anyway. She had grown her hair longer, and continued to kiss him frequently. For the moment, he would make do with that.

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Lissa King came and sat in the park one day. It had been eight years since 20 year old scout Perky had watched her first performance with the B.E.R.O.W.R.A. Music Society in the park. He told her that he had seen that performance and always remembered her. She was friendly and smiled with appreciation at so small a fan, and eventually got up to leave. He watched her walk away, wishing that he could have made more of an impression. Then he realised something familiar about her manner that he had seen in her counterpart’s eyes during an interview on earth. She most likely had it for the same reason: a boyfriend. She was 28, and it seemed that he had struck out with both his non-existent chances of meeting her earth counterpart and his equally non-existent chances of getting anywhere with this giantess.

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Five years later, the once twelve year old scouts had turned 25. One scout named Roland had walked further than any of the others, taking his tent with him. He found the stream that the Music Society had mentioned at the end of their first performance. He saw Carla Olt come running down to the stream and wading into the water for a while. Then she stood up and came slowly walking out of the water and lay down in her swimming costume, on her side.

He stayed behind plant cover and shyly looked at her resplendent figure, wishing he knew what to say or do. Then the brief window passed, as she stood up and walked away.

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Two years after that, Perky saw Lissa King sitting in the park near the flowerbed. She was wearing a long sleeveless dress, which showed off her shapely arms and long neck. He was 27, and she was 35.

“You look lovelier than ever,” he said.

“Thank you. You’re a dashing little fellow yourself.”

“I thought you had a boyfriend,” he said, “It was just a feeling.”

“A very intuitive one. I did, when I saw you last time,” she said, “But I’m alone now.”

“I would be so happy, if you were to kiss me,” he said.

“Alright,” said Lissa.

She lifted him gently and pressed her lips to his. Then she lay down on her picnic rug and let him snuggle against her cheek, and later her neck. They talked for some time, and then she stood up and set him down on the ground, while she packed up her picnic rug.

“I should be going home now,” she said.

“Will I see you again?”

“It would be a risky undertaking for you. Both today and seven years ago, I thought it would be very nice to gobble you all down whole. If I saw you again, I might well end up going ahead with it. Goodbye, little darling.”

Lissa took her basket in hand and turned and walked away. He watched her departure, captivated by her and yet ruminating on what she had said.

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The next day, 27 year old scout Golo saw Trudy Cole come into the park. He knew from the tabloids that he’d read on earth, that the earthling Trudy Cole was six years older than him and was 6 foot three inches tall. When he’d watched the giant Trudy Cole performing with the Music Society, he had seen that she was taller than any of the other women. She now wore a long medium blue dress with white dots on it. It was unbuttoned below the base of the neck, had short sleeves, and reached to her ankles.

She saw him, sat down right at the edge of the garden, and heard his tale. Her neck was proportionately wide as well, in comparison to other giantesses he’d seen that day. He climbed along to it, as she lay down on her back. He snuggled against her huge neck and kissed it. Then he asked her to kiss him.

“It’s the least I can do before I gobble you up,” she said.

As she pressed her enormous lips to his face and neck, he took in the surprise of his impending journey down inside her own neck. Then she opened her mouth wide and showed him her red tongue, and popped him in on top of it. She started to draw him into her throat. He panicked and grabbed tightly for the nearest part of her throat with his hands. In so doing, he unwittingly pinched the inside of her throat in two places, causing her to suddenly cough him out of her mouth. He fell onto a flower, crushed it and ran for all he was worth, as she crawled after him. Fortunately for him, his was the closest location to the portal. He ducked through it and escaped back to the Swiss Alps. He snuck back through the portal an hour later, checked that Trudy had gone, and then retrieved his camping gear. Having been away from earth so long, he did a mixture of camping in the Alps and in the giant park’s garden, which still had an abundance of giant fruit and water to live on.

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28 year old scout Dino had been living with beautiful giantess Nina Pozzona for 12 years now. One day he saw her come home from the hairdressers with slightly shorter hair, wearing a long dark blue dress. She lay down and let him lie on her lips. At some point, she yawned without thinking. Her mouth opened, and he let himself fall into it, secretly happy, and slid around on her tongue until she sat up and took him out again. It was the closest he’d come to being eaten by her, and he wanted to come closer still.

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When Scout Nigel turned 30, he saw 38 year old Lorna Night talking with Fiona May, the secretary of the Music Society’s fan club, in the park. Fiona told him about her romantic relationship with the tiny earth scout master she’d met the day of the first musical performance to have been seen by the earth scouts.

“He sounds delicious,” said Lorna, “I’m sure he’d make a spectacular dinner. Maybe I’ll catch one of my own some time.”

Nigel knew that Lorna’s counterpart was a cooking show host, who naturally enjoyed eating. In fact, she’d published a book called “The Simple Art of Eating.”
It made it less of a surprise, as he took in the fact that Lorna would have made short work of him at her next meal, if she’d been able to see him in the garden at that time. He stared up out at her beautiful features, until Fiona got up to head home. He wondered if Lorna might start looking for earthling scouts, and retreated away.

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Brie Shoole’s permanent earth scout houseguest Jordy was now 33, while Brie was 36. She put on a nice long dress with black pattern designs on it, set him on the mantlepiece and danced in front of him to music for a while, and then lay down in bed and occasionally kissed him, and then let him snuggle to her long neck.

“I’m still sure I’ll eat you one day,” she said, “But not today.”

She stood up, took off her dress, to reveal a one piece blue swimsuit, and sat up in bed and licked him several times, then placed him into her mouth and let him lie there for hours while she read a book.

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34 year old Nigel could not get Lorna Night out of his thoughts, despite the fact  that she would certainly have eaten him, given the chance. He went back to the flowerbed, day after day, and sat in the garden replaying the scene of her telling Fiona May of her desire to eat an earthling. One day he was on his way through the flowerbed again, when he saw her already standing at the edge. She had her hands on her hips, was wearing a pale pink jumper and a long dark pink skirt and was looking straight down in at him.

“I’m sure I could make a nice meal out of you,” she said.

He started to back away, but was still fascinated by her nonetheless.

She briefly folded her arms, and then sat down and looked in at him. She reached for him with her huge hand and captured him in one fell swoop, stood up and took him home to her kitchen and placed him on the bench, while she prepared to cook him in a baking dish.

Her huge high breasts thrust her jumper a little, high above him, and her stomach was just about at his eye level. He saw her palm opening as her hand reached for him and placed him into an already largely cooked baked Alaska. Then he looked as she lifted the whole dish up and placed him into the oven and closed it in front of him. He looked out at the kitchen and saw her leave the room for a few minutes, and then return to collect him and take him to the table.

She sat down at the table and gave him the most generous views of her tongue repeatedly coming out to receive the food, before she licked him clean and then put out her tongue to receive him.

She remained in that position for a few minutes, and then slid him into her mouth and savoured the taste of him for a long time, before gulping him down with irresistible pressure.

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36 year old scout Brul saw 42 year old Maria Roccs walk into the park, wearing jeans and a white jumper. She sat down and then lay on her side in front of him.

“I saw you singing here 24 years ago, and several times since,” he said.

“Well I hope you liked it,” said Maria, “I’m going to take you home and eat you.”

With that she snatched him up, rose to her feet and walked home. She put him on her dining table, and then left the room.

She came back wearing a neck to knees aquamarine coloured sleeveless dress, and carrying a bowl of pavlova.

He watched as she sat down, spooned it slowly to her mouth, looking at his reactions to her eating movements, and ate it, spoonful by spoonful, until it was all gone.

“That was a nice appetizer,” she said, “Now for the main course.”

She pushed him into the bowl with her free hand, cornered him with the spoon, scooped him up and lifted him towards her face. She put out her tongue in an adorably motion, and then with drew it, and slowly put it out again as she spooned him into her mouth.

He slid around on her tongue, until she swallowed him with a carefree gulp.

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38 year old scout Archie had lived happily with beautiful 59 year old giantess Annette March for two decades, enjoying her friendship every day. One day he awoke on her pillow, to see that she’d turned over a little in bed, and the sheets had half fallen off. He enjoyed the view of her upper arms and snuggled briefly against her shoulders.

Then she took him on a nice walk to the park and back, and sat with him talking for the afternoon, during lunch and a period on the couch. At dinner time, they talked again, while she spooned food into her mouth and passed him his usual smaller portions to enjoy.

After they’d washed it down with some water, she picked him up and held him in front of her face, while they talked some more.

“I think my life would have been very empty without a friend like you,” he said.

Annette popped him into her open mouth and swallowed him. He briefly felt the touch of her beautiful tongue and then found himself in her stomach less than a minute later. She had given him no warning at all, never raised the possibility before, simply done it now, and was no doubt doing her washing up in the kitchen before settling down for the evening.

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41 year old scout Dino finally decided that his best chance of being eaten by Nina Pozzona would be to offer himself to her while he was still relatively young and appetising. One day, after several kisses on the couch, he spoke in a way that would lead the conversation towards it.

“These kisses are almost the closest I’ve come to the ultimate happiness,” he said.

“What was the closest then?” she asked.

“The time I fell into your mouth. I liked your tongue very much.”

“You almost fell down my throat,” she said.

“Ever since I first saw you eating in the park that day, I have wished that you would eat me too,” he said, “I’m younger and hopefully tasty, and small enough that you could swallow me without any difficulty.”

“I suppose I could let you stay in the front compartment of my tummy,” she said.

“What’s that?”

She explained it.

“So I could be eaten, but not gone altogether. It sounds wonderful. Oh Nina, would you do it?”

She agreed, and put on a fancy silver dress with blue patterns on it.

He enjoyed looking up at her, as she went about preparing the dish that would include him, enjoyed the sight of her friendly smiling lips and eyes at the dinner table, as well as the look of her long neck. As she took him gently in her hand, he watched her mouth open wide to show her magnificent sparkling tongue, felt her sliding him over her lower lip and onto her tongue, and then eventually drawing him into her throat. He felt her gulping him downwards, until he reached her stomach’s front compartment, where he lay down and made himself comfortable.

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42 year old scout Liam was in the park, when 48 year old Julianne Stringer came walking around the garden and into view. She was wearing a pair of jeans, and a T-shirt that didn’t cover her bellybutton.

She smiled mischievously down at him.

“It’s a good thing you can see my belly,” she said, “You’ll soon be inside it.”

He watched as she lay down on her chest with her face right in front of him. She lunged for him and then stood up and then put him between her breasts and carried him home that way. She locked him in a cage while she went to change, came back in a dress, sat down on the couch and set him on the arm of it.

She looked at him with a smile of confident amusement, and then took him in her hand.

Her tongue was longer than his entire body, when it came out and licked him several times.

Then she placed him into her laughing mouth and soon gulped him down.

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43 year old scout Mack saw 47 year old Belle Pearson walking through the park.

“My, don’t you look yummy!” she said and picked him up.

Before he knew it, her huge sparkling tongue came out and licked him.

She smiled with glee, and then opened her mouth, placed him inside, tasted him for a while and then swallowed him.

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44 year old scout Algernon had been living with giantess Sophia Dredle for many years. One night at dinner, she took him to the table as usual, and he noticed that there was no food on it.

“What are you serving tonight?” he asked.

“You,” she said, “I’m going to gobble you all up.”

“Well…goodbye then,” he stammered.

“That’s about it,” she said, and picked him up.

He saw her tongue licking his face and neck and shoulders a number of times, and then remaining out to receive him, as she placed him into her mouth and gulped mercilessly.

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After 18 years since he had last seen her, 45 year old scout Golo returned to the giant garden and was seen again by Trudy Cole. She caught him before he could escape, gave him another kiss, and then spoke.

“I won’t swallow you now, but you might as well get used to being in there.”

She opened her mouth wide and placed him inside it, while she headed for home.

Once there, she sat on the couch and took him out of her mouth. She put her tongue out again and again, licking him countless times. He made sure that he enjoyed every second of this, until the moment came when she said that she was going to despatch him down her throat.

“I know I wouldn’t have caught you, if you hadn’t loved me enough to come back and see me again,” she said, “But you’re going down all the same. Goodbye, Golo.”

She opened her mouth and pushed him into it, and he lay on her tongue until she gulped him down with all the force of a dunking wave in the surf.

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The next time scout Roland saw giantess Carla Olt, he was 46, and she was 52. She came walking into view with her hair up, wearing a long black dress with white patterns on it. She saw him this time, and looked down at him in surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, and told her of the previous two times he had seen her, at the initial musical and the time she’d been swimming in the stream.

“Well that’s very nice. If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d take you on a date before I ate you,” she said, picking him up.

She swished her tongue from side to side, brushing it over his face and shoulders several times, and then gave him an adorable open mouthed smile.

She took him in her hand and began walking home.

He could think of nothing to say. So he just rode out the journey in silence.

She left him on the kitchen bench, went and changed into a red dress with a plunging neckline, came into the kitchen and bent over the bench laughing in glee at his helplessness. She lifted her back leg, showing her shapely lower leg’s curvature, while his eyes alternated from this view and the more proximate sight of her round cleavage.

She put him in the oven, stuck out her tongue at him, and then sat down and watched him warm up. Soon she took him from the oven to the table, and sat down again.

When she picked him up and licked him, her tongue came out over and over again, exciting him wildly, to the point that he was unable to feel any fear for what was coming next. The same was true when he saw her wide open laughing mouth awaiting him, with her tongue now spread out inside it.

She fed him into her cavernous orifice and let him slide around on it for a long time, while she enjoyed the taste of him thoroughly.

Finally she slid him into her throat and gulped him down and down.

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47 year old Perky saw Lissa King come into the park for the first time in 20 years, since she had told him that it would be risky to see her again, given her desire to eat him up.

“Lissa!” he called from the garden, “I’m here!”

She turned to look at him.

“You’re taking quite a chance,” she said.

“Not really, not at all. I came to tell you that I’d like to be eaten by you. I’ve already had your kisses, and I’d love to do this, to make you happy, and also because it would be so exciting and thrilling for me too.”

“You’re so sweet,” she said.

She picked him up and took him home, now 52 and looking ever elegant.

She lay down on her bed and talked with him for a while, and then took him to the kitchen and prepared him in a way that varied little from the other descriptions given of earlier incidents involving these giantesses and earth scouts.

Then she slid him gently into her mouth at the table, and swallowed him.

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Jordy had been with Brie Shoole for nearly 40 years. He was 48, and Brie was 51. One day she placed him onto a plate at the kitchen bench, and looked down at him and spoke.

“You won’t have to go into yet another meal wondering whether or not you’ll be eaten,” she said, “This time I am going to have you for my dinner, and it will be the last time you ever see the outside of me.”

He had no regrets. He’d been with her for the best years of her life, and was now going to give her the ultimate repayment for all the happiness she’d brought him.

Brie carried him to the table, sat down and lifted him up and slid her tongue over him time and time again. It seemed to go for nearly an hour, before she finally stopped, and opened her mouth wide.

“In you go,” she said.

She put her tongue out again, lowered him onto it, drew him into her mouth and closed it.

He lay there thinking back over all the time that they had been together, and then felt the gulp that drew him down her throat.

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(During all the decades that the parallel giant doppelgangers of celebrities had been encountering the earth scouts, the events of Books 1 and 2 had been occurring in Ireland and other parts of the giant world.)

The events of the past few decades in the giant land came to a conclusion. Meanwhile, in the present day, Colleen continued to dream of her past adventures, while hearing strange voices which represented some kind of author and fan base of a fictionalized version of her own life story. Colleen dreamt of an encounter that her younger self had had some time deep in her own past.  She had not fully understood it at the time, but according to the dream, one of the lads she had shrunken had remained tiny in the past, after the Ring of Reversal had reset time. He had encountered an earlier Colleen, who at least initially had no idea who he was. (See the chapter “To an Earlier Colleen” in Book 1: To Catch a Leprechaun).

Now, she again heard the voices of Brother Zeke and Tim.

“In a meta way, if ‘To Catch a Leprechaun’ is Colleen’s diary of vore, then her not even giving the leprechauns much screen time on an individual basis means she likely didn’t even learn any of their names. She just gulped them night after night,” said Zeke, “I like that callousness, even if I’m just ascribing my own head canon to her personality.”

“I guess that, to her, they were meals to be enjoyed and then forgotten,” said Tim.

Colleen felt somewhat in agreement with each of them, when she awoke and thought over what she had just dreamt. In a way, it added a new spice to the whole business. She now not only had her memories of what she had done. She not only had that and an account of some alternate timeline, which may or may not have existed in real life, but certainly existed in the mind of some mysterious writer whom she had not been able to locate, except as a disembodied voice in her dreams. She now also had the pleasure of hearing her past vore conquests discussed by her dream life’s author and his fan base.

“I never knew that those enjoyable meals, and the ones I don’t even remember, would create so much discussion,” she thought.

Her adventures had been titled with an umbrella theme of sorts: “To Catch a Leprechaun.”

Before long, she dreamt again, and heard what Millicent had to say about the time reversed Kenneth’s encounter with her.

“Now I'm wondering... the young - and now tiny - Kenneth meets the young - not as younger as him – Colleen,” said Millicent, “She probably knows the 'legend' about the leprechauns, and suddenly sees a tiny boy. And has no problem showing himself her mouth when he asks for it...What if it was Kenneth himself, in Colleen's past, who made her start enjoying the idea of eating tinies - leprechauns mostly? Interesting concept lol. Maybe if he just asked her to help him she'd do it and not show him her mouth, never coming to enjoy the idea of gobbling him (and other tinies) down her belly... what makes Kenneth the only responsible for the event he's actually trying to stop in the future. Ok, I'm wondering too much! Back to waiting for the next chapter...”

“You've been watching those science fictions about predestination paradoxes,” said Tim, “I like to think, that on the original timeline, Kenneth hadn't sent his consciousness back in time yet. So Colleen's interest in leprechauns developed without this incident.

However, I do use the predestination time loop approach in a much later batch of chapters involving a new character. So you'll get to see it both ways.”

More unfolded, and then they spoke again.

“Wow, wow, this only gets better!! Let’s see what happens in the next episode…” said Millicent.

“Thank you, as always. Plenty more surprises to come,” said Tim.

Colleen awoke again and thought about it all. So the Colleen of these dreams, and perhaps the Colleen of her own personal reality, had known a Kenneth and shrunken and eaten him before the timeline had reset. Then the new timeline had seen Kenneth’s younger self encounter Colleen’s younger self. Kenneth had retained his memories, but Colleen hadn’t. She had ended up with a tiny Kenneth at her mercy and enjoyed the situation.

In Colleen’s next dream, she heard more from Brother Zeke’s voice.

“Nothing gets past Colleen,” said Zeke, “She’s as sharp as a tack. And I love that about her (as well as her voracious appetite for shrunken humans and leprechauns of course). I’m looking forward to seeing where this goes next. It’ll be interesting to see whether or not we, the observers, hop timelines again to see how things play out for the leprechauns or even eventually see the original timeline again.”

“The original timeline is gone,” said Tim, “But the ramifications of the change will play out many times, in many ways, and with new characters over time too.”

Colleen dreamt things she recalled, about being temporarily foiled in her attempts to catch and eat various characters she’d known on earth.

“Wow. I’m starting to feel bad for Colleen in this timeline,” said Brother Zeke.

“She’ll have plenty more dining pleasure in store,” said Tim.

“You just gotta love Colleen’s bluntness and determination to get what she wants, regardless of if her prey disagrees,” said Zeke.

“In a way, I’d love it as a victim,” said Tim.

Then Colleen’s nostalgic dreams jumped a groove, well into her time as a giantess.

“As usual, I can’t get enough of Colleen’s voracious appetite,” said Zeke, “I Wonder if she’ll ever encounter the leprechauns again, especially now that she’s a giant.”

“It’s unlikely anyone will meet the leprechauns in this second book,” said Tim, “But there will still be plenty of shrinking guys and giantesses to enjoy.”

“A second book,” thought Colleen, still asleep, “It looks like my time up here in giant land has become a sequel.”

“There’ll be a third instalment too,” said Tim, “I know you’ve been trying to get in touch with me, at least in your hopes and dreams, like the one you’re having right now.”

“Have I ever!” said Colleen, “Just who are you?”

“My full name is Timothy Scribener, and I exist in another dimension.”

“I know,” said Colleen, “I came from it, before I grew to my current size.”

“You've been watching those science fictions about predestination paradoxes,” said Tim, “I like to think, that on the original timeline, Kenneth hadn't sent his consciousness back in time yet. So Colleen's interest in leprechauns developed without this incident.

However, I do use the predestination time loop approach in a much later batch of chapters involving a new character. So you'll get to see it both ways.”

More unfolded, and then they spoke again.

“Wow, wow, this only gets better!! Let’s see what happens in the next episode…” said Millicent.

“Thank you, as always. Plenty more surprises to come,” said Tim.

Colleen awoke again and thought about it all. So the Colleen of these dreams, and perhaps the Colleen of her own personal reality, had known a Kenneth and shrunken and eaten him before the timeline had reset. Then the new timeline had seen Kenneth’s younger self encounter Colleen’s younger self. Kenneth had retained his memories, but Colleen hadn’t. She had ended up with a tiny Kenneth at her mercy and enjoyed the situation.

In Colleen’s next dream, she heard more from Brother Zeke’s voice.

“Nothing gets past Colleen,” said Zeke, “She’s as sharp as a tack. And I love that about her (as well as her voracious appetite for shrunken humans and leprechauns of course). I’m looking forward to seeing where this goes next. It’ll be interesting to see whether or not we, the observers, hop timelines again to see how things play out for the leprechauns or even eventually see the original timeline again.”

“The original timeline is gone,” said Tim, “But the ramifications of the change will play out many times, in many ways, and with new characters over time too.”

Colleen dreamt things she recalled, about being temporarily foiled in her attempts to catch and eat various characters she’d known on earth.

“Wow. I’m starting to feel bad for Colleen in this timeline,” said Brother Zeke.

“She’ll have plenty more dining pleasure in store,” said Tim.

“You just gotta love Colleen’s bluntness and determination to get what she wants, regardless of if her prey disagrees,” said Zeke.

“In a way, I’d love it as a victim,” said Tim.

Then Colleen’s nostalgic dreams jumped a groove, well into her time as a giantess.

“As usual, I can’t get enough of Colleen’s voracious appetite,” said Zeke, “I Wonder if she’ll ever encounter the leprechauns again, especially now that she’s a giant.”

“It’s unlikely anyone will meet the leprechauns in this second book,” said Tim, “But there will still be plenty of shrinking guys and giantesses to enjoy.”

“A second book,” thought Colleen, still asleep, “It looks like my time up here in giant land has become a sequel.”

“There’ll be a third instalment too,” said Tim, “I know you’ve been trying to get in touch with me, at least in your hopes and dreams, like the one you’re having right now.”

“Have I ever!” said Colleen, “Just who are you?”

“My full name is Timothy Scribener, and I exist in another dimension.”

“I know,” said Colleen, “I came from it, before I grew to my current size.”

“It’s not just that kind of dimensional barrier we’re talking about, but one that separates the realms of reality and fiction,” said Tim, “I’m not on the earth you came from. That’s why your teleporter view screen can’t find me, as well as the fact that you wouldn’t even know on which continent to start looking.”

“You fascinate me so much. I don’t know whether I want to find a way to get hold of you and eat you or just keep you around to answer all my questions. Since I don’t have much choice, I think I’ll go with the latter option. Did that other timeline really happen?”

“Only in a story I wrote. You’re part of it,” said Tim.

“Are you saying that you think I don’t really exist?”

“From your perspective, you most certainly do,” said Tim, “You’re that part of my creative processes which was needed to address a recurring sense of loss and lack of wish fulfilment. From the age of 5 or 6 years old, I found myself involuntarily fantasizing about the thought of being shrunken and placed into a pretty lady’s mouth. It was not the result of any outside influence working on my mind. At that point I’d never read any fairy tales, and when I did later, they just gave new life to an idea that was already well and truly embedded in my mind.

The fantasies developed into going into a giantess’s mouth while retaining my full size, and then ultimately into being eaten in either case. You are a fictional projection of those fantasies after they’ve had many more years to evolve in my thoughts.”

“Surely I must be more than that,” said Colleen.

“Don’t let it diminish you, especially since we both like the idea of enlarging you, pun intended,” said Tim, “13 years ago, I discovered a fairly secret community of like minded people, who were also fascinated with the concepts of giantesses eating tiny boys and men. 10 years ago, I connected with a lady in that community, only to lose her when a cruel quirk of fate undermined her interest in the subject. I retreated away from the community and manifested my fantasy only in the privacy of my own mind. Then two years ago, I met another lady, named Jessica. She told me she’d grown to the age of 28 over some ten years of reading my stories, ironically using the old archive of publications largely during that period when I had not been active. We fell into mutually strong vore crushes on each other, role played for six months over a global communications system called the internet. She used it to send me photographs of her face, and her open mouth, so that I could imagine making my shrunken way down inside it. We might have even been able to meet in person. She lived in Brazil, and we had met in the middle of a series of nationwide lockdowns in response to a newly born global pandemic virus. Brazil, I had learned in recent years, seemed to be a hot spot for would be giantesses and shrinkers of men. I transposed this factor onto Ireland in your story, Colleen.”

“Maybe there’s a warp from your earth’s Brazil, that takes you to somewhere in this giant land,” said Colleen.

“If there is, I wouldn’t know how or where to find it,” said Tim, “Sadly, Brazil was also a hot spot for the pandemic virus. By Christmas time, Jessica had caught the virus, and died of it in a Brazilian hospital. For a year, I simply grieved, and then I started writing your story, came out of my early writing retirement and published it where the secret community could see it. The voices you’ve been hearing are the comments made in reviews by some of the readers.”

“Some of the readers?” asked Colleen, “I think I’ve only heard three of them so far, and you.”

“The rest have been affectionately known as ‘lurkers’,”  said Tim, “The first book ‘To Catch a Leprechaun’ deals mainly with your time in Ireland, and as of today has 92463 readers and 22 reviews by the 3 people you’ve heard. The second book, ‘To Giant Realms and Beyond’ has 7586 readers and one review by Brother Zeke, although it goes for around 100 chapters too, and not many of them have been published yet, while some readers are still discovering the first book. The very conversation we are having in your dream right now is part of a third book, entitled ‘I Dream of Giantess’.  None of it has been published yet, as it exists only as a manuscript on my computer.”

“Maybe I do exist in another dimension, not just across the warps between earth and this giant land, but across a warp that leads to an entirely alternate earth,” said Colleen, “Perhaps you’ve just tapped in on that somehow and made use of it, the same way I’ve tapped in on your fans’ reviews in my dreams.”

“There is some fictional precedent for that in the writing of certain comic books,” said Tim, “So I do not discount the possibility.”

“But what will you write from now on? From the moment that you explained all this to me, you might have inadvertently short circuited your ability to continue the series with any subsequent chapters?” said Colleen.

“I felt that that might be coming to a close anyway. I was largely just introducing scores of new characters into plots that began to retool old ideas,” said Tim.

“That Jessica seems to have left the most significant impression on you, and she hasn’t had a mention yet,” said Colleen.

“She was my own special memory, up to this point at least,” said Tim.

“But your readers will get up to this chapter where you’ve told me about her,” said Colleen, “Don’t you think they’d like to read about your letters to and from her? Authors have sometimes had their letters published posthumously in sell out books. In this case, you’re still alive, and there might well be a market of people who’d like to know what you two shared, especially given the rarity of the subject matter and the way it would appeal to their common interest. Perhaps it could even be considered essentially selfish not to share those memories, and make her legacy count for nothing,” said Colleen.

“I suppose I could think about it,” said Tim, “Although much of our exchange got lost in an email account. I’d only have the bits I copied into a document and kept.”

“It might even augment your grieving process in some positive way,” said Colleen, “I don’t grieve anyone I’ve eaten, but in your case, you’re dealing with grief for someone who never got the chance to shrink you and eat you. Maybe she’d be happy for you to share it with your readers. And if they talked about them in that reviewing process, I’d be able to hear the discussion almost every time I fell asleep.”

So taking the counsel of a giantess whom Tim believed he had only created as a character in a work of fiction, he began to release…

Hi! I'm Jessica, it's nice to meet you!

Thanks for the stories, Tim. I was getting used to the idea I would never read them again, as we girls are minority on the site but, thanks to you, now I can read them when I'm on my lunch break. I also like digestion, I must admit, but I don't know if it can be considered soft vore, as it very often involves pain and all, but I completely dislikes gore. For me, hard vore involves cruel gore, much blood... Swallowing and digestion, even if painful, for me is still soft vore as cruelty is not described (OK, to digest someone alive is something actually cruel, but you got my point, I guess). So I guess you're right, we have similar tastes (just following your pun).

I can remember, even you deleted some of your stories, but I've been told that you did it because you're now a Christian man and was uncomfortable with some stories of yours. Well, I absolutely respect your freedom to believe in God and if you felt better doing this, it's fine for me, although I can't deny I would be glad to read some of your deleted work too, if I ever had the chance. Like, to know that there are stories of some writer I didn't read makes me feel like reading an incomplete series of books.

I'm now 28 years old and I do prefer stories with young adults, at least (twenty-something yo and up).

Again: thanks for the stories!

Jessica

From Tim:

My vore feelings began when I was about 6 years old, so I have lots of fascination with the idea of BEING a 6 to 20 year old being eaten by women. All the deleting I did was of stories where the vore crushes (to coin a phrase) involved married women. I was actually a Christian when I wrote them in 2009, but I was so stunned by the discovery of a vore site and fellow vore fans, that I wasn't thinking straight. When I got my head together I didn't want to lead readers into the same mistake. So since I had so many stories up there, I just deleted the ones with married women in the plots.

I can go with digestion and swallowing as a massively arousing fantasy, although I wouldn't want to face the excruciating pain of digestion in real life, and couldn't commit suicidal vore on myself as a Christian either.

I tend to put a lot of plot into the circumstances and dialogue leading up to the vore, which can be varied a lot from story to story and from character to character. It's harder to write about the vore itself in detail in every story, because it's pretty much the same in each case, hard to vary the description of being licked, put into a mouth and swallowed by a beautiful giantess.

My fantasies would, I think, totally reciprocate yours.

It's a shame we can't literally do it and then indulge my fantasy to teleport out of the woman, reset the clock and do it all again with a different chase and catch and eat scenario over and over. I'd enjoy it as would you, I imagine.

I must admit that another reason I ran from the site was that (as you say, with girls being a minority), I'd make connections with someone, and then they'd be talking to countless other guys too, and I'd get lost in the crowd.

I tend to have a better time just writing to indulge my own fantasy, but that may change, depending on the girl...

Tim

These letters would continue to be published on Tim’s earth. On the other earth, a historical photographer named Merton had recently turned 30. For eight years, he had been travelling around New South Wales, taking photographs of Australian buildings and scenery and landmarks which had not altered at all in several decades. Sometimes he would find that an old building had been repainted with a far more modern looking colour scheme. So he would use the black and white adjustment feature on his computer at home later, in order to disguise the modern colour scheme and make the photograph look generally more older anyway in black and white than it did in colour.

Merton had more recently discovered an Australian historical photographs website on the internet, where he and other people would post either their own photographs or far older ones that they had discovered in their research.

From Jessica:

With me, my vore feelings began when I entered puberty. I don't know why, but I started to feel aroused by the idea of eating my colleagues, my teachers... well, it developed inside my mind and I can tell it is still very strong on me. I don't know if it will go away someday, but I don't feel like wanting to let it go. It's good to imagine myself eating someone, (un)fortunately it can't happen in real life. But don't bother, if someday I get to build some shrinking machine, you already have your seat inside my stomach.

Jessica

From Tim:

My favorite fantasy is where I find a beanstalk or a warp into a giant land and get chased, caught, and slowly eaten by a beautiful giant woman. But I have a lot of shrinking myself on earth fantasies too.

Do you have any kind of  favorite?

I don't know if the attached looks appetising after shrinking (me that is).

Tim (email includes a Tim photo)

From Jessica:

Well, I guess we share the same feelings. If something doesn't feel OK for me in public, I usually don't want to let it be public as I think it won't be OK for everyone else...

My favorite is when I am myself a giant woman and I go around the city, interacting with the tiny men and eating most of them. To be normal sized in a tiny men's world is something I imagine a lot too. I often don't imagine digestion but I like to imagine the tickles their movements inside my stomach would give me... I guess it would be pretty good! (Un)Fortunately there's no way I'll be a giantess someday, so I'll just keep it in my mind.

And I surely think you're very appetizing! ^^ I can take care of your dog after I gobble you down my belly if you want. Now, see if I'm worth swallowing you too... I'm taking a photo of me now as I'm going to work, so it might seem like it was taken in a hurry, but I can give you some better photos later if you want.

Jessica

From Tim:

Sure I’d love extra photos, and how kind of you to offer to take care of the dog later, but she passed away in 2015.

You do look like a pretty lady to be eaten by. I could imagine being kissed by your giant lips and snuggling against your soft cheeks while we talked for a while in anticipation of the gobbling.

I hope I would provide very satisfying tickles in your stomache for you.

If you’re wondering what kind of photos would enhance my vore, I  find that there are a few kind of pictures that help with the fantasy, all with hair down:

(1) For the chase scene, a shot that enables me to imagine you standing in front of me:        

 -all body in shot

            -hands by side, but fully visible

            -a plain t-shirt tucked in at the waist

            -a long skirt that  starts at the waist and stops just a few inches above the ankles,                               closed at the front at least and even ended (enhancing the idea that I                                 could never outrun giant legs)

 feet just a few inches apart.

shoes with round fronts and closed toed.

(2)  For the preparation scene an open hand reaching for me.

(3) For the farewell kiss: lips closed.

(4) For the eating scene:          -tongue right out and fully in the shot, facing the camera

                                                -tongue to the side as if trying to lick your cheek

                                                -tongue in mouth, opened wide.

That was all very pedantic, wasn't it, and you may not be able to take them, but I must admit it makes all the difference in the world.

Here are some other photos of me to help illustrate your cookbook. I do come complete with a free jar of seasoning to enrich the flavour. Ironic that my happiest ones are of me eating, when for our discussion I want to be eaten, but at least you get some facial close ups. License to Drill came out of a 007 gag photo at church, when the pastor was using a drill to fix the screws on the church windows one night.

Sweet regards,

Tim

At some point, Merton had started making his way up the Blue Mountains. He would allow one day each week to walk all through one or two suburbs and photograph anything that fell into the historical criteria of his own personal interest. When he reached Mount Victoria, which was probably the highest point in the Blue Mountains, he took what was probably his last opportunity to have a bushwalk at the end of a long morning of photography in the suburban streets. First he had lunch in the park, which was completely deserted on a weekday in such a low population density area as the upper Blue Mountains.

It took him some time to find a way into the bush which didn’t involve an immediate verbal plunge from the edge of a rocky lookout, but the search was worth it.

After over an hour of walking, he noticed the air around him starting to glow in a strange way, and found that he had passed through a previously undiscovered portal and emerged in a giant garden.

From Jessica:

Oh I'm sorry... I had a dog too and I know how it's so heavily sad to lose our fluffly little friends...

Thanks. I'm sending some other photos I do have here, and I'm afraid I'm feeling a little shy to take the photos with the clothes and positions you asked, at least for the time being... maybe someday. But I see you also like interactions. It would be good to be a giantess near your house, so everyday I would go around your house and take you with me for a ride in the city or somewhere else, having a picnic where you would eat your food and I would eat some men I grabbed while walking. I would go in this routine until the day I decide to make room for you inside me and savour your body in my mouth, letting you slide down my throat and enter my stomach.

Jessica.

From Tim:

You could always make me the first menu item on the picnic.

Somehow I suspect we may never be telling our friends outside the giantess community of our fantasies. I tried trusting someone with that when I was a fresh year out of school teenager.

He blabbed it around the office.

I've never made that mistake again since.

I was quite surprised to find that the fantasy was so widespread after thinking it was just me all those years.

Your mouth looks lovely to climb into, especially in that waterfront picture.

I could just see myself being gulped down your adorable neck too, no way to avoid it once I was in there.

I believe that giantessworld grew out of a group who were once on a site called The Big Gulp around the late 1990s, long before my time.

One of my strongest fantasy story build ups is to shrink, be found by a woman who knows me and have her mistake me for a pixie and take me home to eat me.

Then I tell her who I am.

She says "I didn't recognise you" and gives me a giant kiss.

Then after a while she smiles mischievously and says, "I still think it would be nice to eat you all up" and thinks about it and decides to do it anyway.

I found a long scene in one of my stories which is pretty much in line with your giantess eating men in the city fantasy.

It's in a novel I wrote a few years ago specifically for giantessworld called "Captain Miniature and the Red Moll Conundrum."

Much of the plot is a giantess vore themed super hero satire.

If you start from Chapter 12, you'll see the introduction of new giantess Brandi Gold, who is so hungry that she asks the patrons of the City of Sydney's revolving restaurant atop Centerpoint Tower to let her eat one of them. Just imagine her (inserting yourself into the story in her place) shaking Centerpoint tower with giant arms strong enough to do so, while I'm the Brayne character inside (send up of ….), with everyone inside wondering if you'll find a way to seize one of them and eat him. I attached the whole novel and a picture of Centerpoint Tower too.

I can't remember a lot about the early chapters, except that it started with a 1960s teenager who became a shrinking super hero and then was suspended in animation until the 1990s. I also can't remember if I kept it up on giantessworld or not, but you'll have the whole thing here.

I won't give away how it turns out, but in the chapters that follow, you might also enjoy a subplot where 4 hungry giantesses attack a high school, and breach classroom walls in search of a meal.

Of all the countless vore stories I've written, I think this one caters best for your "tastes", and I hope you really enjoy it,

Although much of the story is silly satirical nonsense (right down to all the names of the  Villainesses), which I doubt I'd have written into it these days.

Tim

Merton soon noticed a gigantic house, and realised that he was in somebody’s back garden. He looked towards the distant giant window and saw that a gigantic woman was preparing a bowl of food, presumably to eat for her lunch. He drew closer to the house, and then saw that she had moved out of view. He wondered what to do next, when the back door of the house opened, and the giantess came out and sat at a table on the lawn. He ran through the foliage, getting as close to the table as he could, without stepping out into the open. Then he saw the giantess begin to spoon the food into her mouth. The thought of it was fascinating, but the view from such a distance was unclear to his eyes. He had discovered three years earlier, that he would need glasses to be able to drive legally, but having come to Mount Victoria by train, he had preferred to leave the glasses behind.

From Jessica:

I just loved that chapter and the subsequent chapters too! II as thinking he would be eaten when in the woods with her, but the unexpected plot twist got me! And it was so good, now I completely wants to read the story whole!! It's a very long story and I'm going to take some time to read it whole, but once I do, I'll say you what I think about it. 

Jessica

From Tim:

I was a bit of an immature writer in 2013. You'll find some of it a bit crass and highly reflective of a childhood spent reading comic books, although I can clarify that I wasn't berating plus size ladies. I just made the first pun that comes to mind, and in fact I find plus size ladies very attractive vore prospects, given their large tummies to end up in.

So if you find anything you don't like, it's not a reflection on my overall personality, just my writing efforts at a particular point in time many years ago.

But I'm glad you are liking it.

There's a sequel novel to that one too, which I constructed by taking an existing sci-fi book I'd written and inserting an ongoing vore subtext. The only thing is that the vore doesn't take up much page time and is spread over the whole book. So I just gave you the first one, which was written specifically to be full of giantess vore agenda.

The evolving relationship dynamic between Wooss Brayne and Brandi Gold continues on, and could be a potential blueprint for any fantasy between you and me.

Happy reading,

Tim xx

From Jessica:

It's OK, no need to worry. Also, I know you're very talented with words. Your stories in giantessworld.net always have many puns with names, and rhymes, poems... you do have talent!

Also, answering an e-mail you sent me before, it's sad your 'friend' did it to you back in the office. I told a boyfriend I had about my vore feelings and, even considering it completely strange, he accepted it, just didn't role play it with me. I also told my best friend and and she not only confessed she also had vore feelings, but introduced me to giantessworld.net. I tried telling another friend about it, but I was completely unsuccessful. He just felt like I was a cannibal or something and ignored me then. So i never told anyone about it. 

Anyway, I'm glad you liked my neck and mouth. As a female vore fan, I must take good care of my mouth, neck and belly, so my 'victims' can be sure that they're being gulped down through a nice mouth, to a nice stomach.

Jessica.

From Tim:

I loved the way you worded that last paragraph (very mischievously arousing), and I have to say that I'm very happy to roleplay with you any time.

Given that vore fans are a very small fraction of the population, probably well under 1%, it's extraordinairy that your best friend was on giantessworld.

It's lovely talking openly about it with a girl who doesn't think I'm sick.

One former girlfriend told me I had a fixation with tongues, and a girl who was showing an interest in me got angry when I talked about my vore and said, "Talk normally, Tim!"

Which is understandable. From anyone else's perspective, vore fans are downright strange.
You are a wonderful change.

I find when I'm watching women eat, they have no idea of the effect they have on me when their mouths are in action, or when they're licking ice creams or lollipops, or sticking their tongues out like so many celebrity women do. It's a male vore fan's dreams come true... almost.

 Thank you for contacting me, sweet Jessica. 

Tim 

Merton could see that the giantess’s tongue was extending from her mouth to receive the food from her spoon. He felt the strong urge to gain a closer vantage point, but didn’t dare to move any closer. Then he remembered his camera. He took it from his backpack and switched it on. Without snapping any pictures, he simply used the zoom lens to get a clear look at the giantess eating.

Her tongue was at least as large as his entire body, and was the most exciting thing that he had ever witnessed in his life. The giantess was clearly at least a decade older than him, which only added to his shyness, but he found himself eagerly longing to change places with every spoonful of meat and salad that slid gracefully onto her awaiting tongue.

From Jessica:

Well, if you wanna role play, I'm here... no need to talk 'normally' to me...

Yes, we're veeery rare! Unfortunately, as for me it's good to to talk with someone who wouldn't think I'm a freak. If there were more vore fans, maybe humanity would already have built a shrinking machine? I could have used it on you! ;)

If we happen to meet someday, remember me to chew my food very slowly, so you can enjoy your view. I'll let you watch the food being gulped down my neck and you can even touch my neck while I swallow, so you can feel the lump descending until it disappears under my collarbones. Then, it'll be your time to travel my digestive tract...

Heheheh, I love when time passes by and the tiny is still alive in the woman's belly. It gives me a subtle sense of complete domination, something I do love to feel. 

Jessica.

From Tim:

I would certainly pay close attention to the gulping of your food, and I think I would also make the most of the opportunity to kiss your giant neck, and stand on your shoulder and snuggle against your soft white cheek. Actually it would be nice to lie down on your pillow snuggled against your cheek and talk with you for several hours before I made my Journey to the Center of the Girl (to express it in the Jules Verne-acular).

My stories sometimes use shrinking machines, sometimes use shrinking tablets, and sometimes involve finding a giantess who has always been a giantess living in a giant land. I think I also had something called the Shrink Drink once. It would be thrilling to meet you in reduced circumstances. Perhaps you could gently position me standing up in a pavlova, with my neck and head sticking out the top, add strawberries and whipped cream around me, take it to your dining table, and sit down and eat around me with a spoon, and then lick the remains from me until my face is sparkling clean again, and then wash your mouth of cream and sugar with a glass of water, and then lick me again several times, and then tilt your head back a little, as you put out your tongue to receive me into your mouth.

Then I’d lie on your tongue inside your mouth for a while, until you were ready to gulp me into your throat. I’d struggle a bit in your throat, but eventually the gulping pressure (of the neck I’d previously admired and kissed from the outside) would be too strong, and I’d be drawn down into your tummy.

(You’ve preserved the interiors of your mouth and belly for little me).

I think I’m getting that shrinking feeling right now…. if only you knew where to find me.

Tim                    

From Jessica:

I do remember many of your stories in general. Even some stories that were deleted long ago. If I'm not wrong, there was a story where a guy consulted a psychologist to help him with his vore desires, but the psychologist, who happened to be a woman, just shrunk him and, as payment, he let her eat him. I liked that story, but it's gone. 

I would also take you in my purse with me, letting you with me everywhere I go, and later in the day talk a lot with you in my bed about how was your day together with me, hidden in a place nobody but me knew you were. I'd share with you a tasty ice cream, but you would soon discover you're the topping of my ice cream, going down my throat as soon as I lick the last spoon of ice cream. Or I could, instead, let you free, sleeping with me between my warm breasts until the next morning, when I would throw you in my morning fruit juice, pouring some sugar together and mixing everything, you included, in my glass, then drink everything in large gulps until I feel something bigger going down my belly...

I would do it now, my stomach is rumbling in anticipation, but I just can't see you around... were you shrunk? I guess I'm going to look for you in every corner on the room now... 

Jessica

Merton had never been in anything remotely resembling a situation like this before, and he simply did not know what to do. How could one introduce oneself to a giantess, let alone find any talking point for raising the subject of requesting that she quite literally eat him? These things were simply not done in polite society on earth, and most likely not done in polite society in this realm of giants either. He was still processing the fact that such a place even existed.

As he stared through the camera, transfixed by the entire performance, the giantess finished eating her lunch, got up and turned around and walked back into the house.

Merton needed to think, to plan his next move, and to anticipate her response, if he could.

From Tim:

HOLDING ONTO THE SIDES

-Thursday 20 August 2020.

Just a few short weeks ago, you took the time to send my way

Email messages, in search of she who’d chosen not to stay.

So I shared my stories too, and found some comic book satire

Somewhat silly, which I’d written once, where woman towered higher

In the city, than tall Centerpoint, and sought to sate her hunger

Craving, eating someone so much smaller and a little younger.

And you liked that story, showing our reciprocated goals.

Kindred spirits, you and I, were made for playing online roles,

In a realm of gobbling fantasy, where I I was bound to enter

Mouth of Jessica, and while you gulped, I’d cling to your back denture

With my face and chest against your tongue, I’d fight against the gulp,

Holding tightly to your rear most molars, not reduced to pulp,

If I didn’t touch the tops of them, just held onto the side,

Trying hard to just delay what started, once you’d opened wide.

Even then, you’d finally gulp so hard, that I could not resist,

Loving you for eating me, and glad your giant lips first kissed.

You would swallow me, and I would wonder if I’d then be missed.

If you put your hand over everything except for the first letter of each line, what do you see?

GIANTESSCON

(a vore saga poem about Tim and Jessica)

Tim went to Giant Girls Convention (giantscon for short),

Where the girls, who wished that they could grow, explained their favourite sport,

Which was having boys of normal size for breakfast, lunch or dinner;

And with boys who really wanted that, each one would be the winner.

He met Jessica, with crimson hair and perfect even teeth,

And he thought about the sparkling tongue which also lay beneath.

When the evening came, the ball was on, and one tall girl DJ’d,

While a mix of vore crush slow dance songs was (for the first time) played.

Tim danced with Jessica, and felt her cheek against his own.

She said, “time you have outside my stomache’s merely time on loan.”

Since he felt like that himself, he gladly chose to play along,

As they whispered in eachother’s ears, until the final song.

“Would you like to come to my place now?” she said, and drove him to

Quite a moonlit forest, with a path, which they could then walk through.

Deep within the forest, they stepped through a circle made of light

Into somewhere quite apart from earth: a fascinating sight.

Then the circle closed, and Tim knew that he’d somehow been stranded;

And she grew to towering giant size, and picked him up, one handed.

“This is where I live these days,” she said, and took him to her house,

Saying, “Hide yourself somewhere in here, and we’ll play cat and mouse.”

“What will happen when cat catches mouse?” he asked, and watched her head

Swing back laughing. “I’d have thought that it was obvious,” she said,

“We’ll do more than mere convention games and roleplay made of text.

You can slide around upon my tongue, and guess what happens next.

But don’t worry, little Tim. You shall not be getting sore,

When I’ve swallowed you down whole. I much prefer the softer vore.

You might even find a place to stay down there. I hope you’ll move,

So I’ll feel you even more than when we danced to every groove.

Or you’d otherwise, just like your early stories, face deleting

By my stomach acids, once we’d finished up this game of eating.”

Then she took him to a room in which she’d built a model city,

Which was normal sized to him. He thought her giant face was pretty.

“All the buildings come with stairs and windows, and an elevator,”

She explained, and added, “Choose your place to hide, and soon I’ll cater

For the meal you never thought you’d really be.” She left the room,

While he took his chance to face the most arousing kitchen doom.

Then he chose the second tallest building, walked into the lobby,

Knowing: if she found and caught him, she’d indulge her favourite hobby,

With no chance for him to get away. Before the girl returned,

He went straight up to the highest floor, where all his passions burned.

So he hid beside a window, peeked around until he saw

What was Jessica soon pushing slowly open that room’s door.

She stepped in and stood with hands beside her side,

And her lips, on which her eager moving tongue would slowly glide.

“Little Tim, now it’s time for me to hunt you through the town.

Once I’ve caught you, first we’ll have some dating. Then I’ll gulp you down.”

He looked out, and watched her stand and crawl to check each building’s level,

While despite his coming fate, her lovely features made him revel.

When she reached his building, she stood high and pressed her face, to peek,

Through the window, spotting him, while he was so close to her cheek,

Separated only by the wall and window, which she gave

Gentle pushes. It fell out, like Lego. Nothing now could save

Him from being caught eventually. He tried to make retreat,

While she smiled and reached for him and said, “You know I’m going to eat

Little you for one of my upcoming meals. You can’t escape.”

As her hand cut off his movements, he could only stand and gape.

Then her lovely fingers closed around him, gently, not too tight,

And she said, “While you anticipate, remember: I don’t bite.

I will swallow you intact. I’d like to feel you in my throat.”

He was driven wild by all her lovely smiles, while she would gloat.

“Back at Giantess Convention, I would never thought that this

Could have really happened,” Tim said, and gave her lips a kiss,

Which enveloped him, when she responded, pressed against his face.

Then she set him on her shoulder, where he sat on soft white lace.

Then she took him to her bedroom, where she’d left a cup of jelly,

Sat in bed and placed him in it, saying, “Now check out my belly.”

She removed her short sleeved top and then he saw her black bikini.

“As you see, there’s lots of room in there, my little teenie-weanie.”

Then he watched her eat the jelly, up until she licked him clean,

As her massive tongue in action made for quite a thrilling scene.

Then she cleaned her mouth by gulping water, licked him once again,

And she dried him on her nearby top, and let him wonder, “When?”

She lay down and let him snuggle to her cheek and neck, and soon

Right between two other places. Then he slept right through ‘til noon.

Then she took him on a picnic at a very scenic spot,

While the danger he was in became the problem he forgot.

“Well I have to say: a lovely mouth and neck are what await,

With your belly at the end of it: at least a gorgeous fate,”

Tim said, “You’re lovely, Jessica, or should I call you Kim?

When you’re having me for dinner, it won’t be a minor whim.”

“Thank you, little friend, I always take a lot of proper care

Of my mouth and neck and belly, so that you, when bound for there,

Will enjoy the view as much as possible, with circumstances,

And you never saw this coming, when we had our evening dances.

I will let you watch me swallowing, for your imagination

Of your own trip down the same way, when this great infatuation

Takes a turn which will be definitely so loaded in my favour.

After licking jelly from your face, I’m sure you’ll have the flavour.

You can touch my neck to feel my latest mouthful now descending,

So you’ll have a better understanding of your final ending.”

She positioned him against her neck, and Tim reached around,

As he felt that neck’s great movements and he heard the gulping sound.

Then she took him in her purse with her, while she went to the store

Up in giantland, to buy some cream to go with him served raw.

Then she also brought a fruit juice, dropped him in while she walked back,

Drank the lot and poured him in her mouth as well. Then all went black.

With her huge mouth closed, he couldn’t see a thing, but lay upon

Such a soft and moist arousing tongue, and guessed he’d soon be gone.

Then she opened wide and took him out, and said, “That’s just a preview

Of our final dinner date, but now I’d much prefer to see you.”

Then they sat and stared into eachother’s vastly different eyes,

Different in the very sense that they were of a different size,

And they talked of love and vore; and then she said, “I’ve things to do,

But I’ll do them, looking forward very much to eating you.”

It was late that afternoon, and so she left him on a table,

While she went. He grabbed a serviette, as soon as he was able,

Held it like a parachute, and jumped and slowly reached the ground.

“I have had the best of this,” he thought, “I’d best not stick around.”

By the time he reached the garden, she had found out what he’d done.

“You won’t get away!” she called. The only thing to do was run.

He did not know how or when the circle opened to his earth.

So he bolted for the flowerbed, for all that he was worth.

Once concealed behind the flowers, he saw Jessica come out.

“Here I come to find and catch you now!” he heard her loudly shout.

She soon crossed the lawn in record time, much faster than his sprint.

With the sun about to drop behind him, her eyes gave a squint.

Then she looked around the flowerbed, while towering up so high,

In an hour the sun would all be gone, and then he might get by.

But she saw where he was hiding, and bent down and gladly gleamed.

She would have her dinner date with him, just as she’d said, it seemed.

She reached in and used her hand to close around and gently seize

Him and picked him up and carried him inside her house with ease.

“Well I said you wouldn’t get away. I’ll gobble you all up

From a bowl of white pavlova this time, not a jelly cup.”

Then she placed him on the kitchen bench, and took out the dessert,

Stood him in it, turned the oven on, and said, “This will not hurt.

I’ll just warm you up, without you getting burnt. Then we’ll begin.

Take another look towards my stomache. Soon you’re heading in.”

Then she placed him in the oven, with its see through window wall

In its door, and Tim suddenly felt very very small.

She went out and then came back and sat upon an oven chair,

Crossed her legs, with skirt which reached well past her knees, to simply stare.

She kept watching him until she thought that he was warm enough,

And he knew that none of this was just a roleplay game or bluff.

The she opened up the oven, took him out, with one more gleam

Placed him on the bench, where he could watch her whip the purchased cream.

Then she poured it on pavlova, added stawberries, quite a few.

And she she took him to the dining room, and gave him one more view

Of her mouth and neck in action, while she ate the normal meal.

As he waited in anticipation, he knew this was real.

Then she went for him, while smiling down, as he tried to avoid

Her approaching spoon. He saw that she looked really overjoyed,

As she scooped him up towards her face, and let her tongue protrude

All the way to lick him clean once more, as he was merely food.

Then she drank more water, opened wide, and placed him in her mouth.

While he lay upon her tongue he thought of destination south.

There was no way out, no waking up from dreams, no getting free,

And the inner realm of Jessica was all that he would see.

Then she drew him to her throat, and felt him turn himself upright,

While he tried to keep from going further down, with all his might.

It amused her, just to leave him there, for minutes. Then the strength

Of her latest mighty gulp made sure he fell down quite a length.

He was still aroused beyond his wildest dreams, while Jessica

Didn’t have a thing to worry over, thinking, “Ha ha ha.

Little Tim I can feel you in my stomach. This is fun,

And I really liked your poetry, and each and every pun.”

Tim

Merton retraced his steps and came out of the Mount Victoria bush and went home. He uploaded his own photographs to the website, and received some positive comments from other users in the days ahead. His discovery of the portal and the giantess had made the Blue Mountains instantly far more fascinating to him than any other place in the state. It was now psychologically integrated with the feelings of love he had for the idea of being eaten by the giantess. He began browsing the website for any photographs he could find of the Blue Mountains, while continuing to wrack his brains for a suitable way of introducing himself to the giantess. In the second of these two endeavours, he had no real breakthrough. However, his first endeavour was soon to dovetail with the second, as he came across a picture taken 35 years earlier in Leura shopping village. Leura was four suburbs down from Mount Victoria. So he had taken his own present day photographs of Leura weeks before he discovered the portal. In this photo, taken five years before he was born, he saw a number of ladies walking along the footpath, outside the shops. One of them looked indubitably like a younger version of the giantess.

From Jessica:

Wow, this is truly amazing! How can you do things like that and so fast!??

Jessica

From Tim:

It wasn't fast. It took about 2 or 3 hours to come up with and refine both poems. Did you see the other one in the other email I sent the same night? It had a little surprise built into it.

Tim.

From Jessica:

Sure I saw it, wasn't it my name?

Still, just three hours? I can't do something alike not even in a whole year! Are you a writer (I mean, a recognized/famous writer in your country) or something and I don't know that?

Jessica

From Tim:

I'm not famous, but I have won poetry and other writer prizes and my Christian poems have appeared a fair bit on Christian TV from 2012-2015.

Are you a famous model in your country, and I don't know that? Come to think of it, I don't know which country you're in.

Tim.

From Jessica:

So this makes you the owner of famous texts, anyway. To have your work featured on TV shows, it's not something I see everyday! :) But, by the way you wrote on giantessworld, I was sure you weren't just an ordinary one putting ordinary texts on the site...

And no, I'm far from being a model. But thanks :). I'm brazilian, daughter of a german man who came to here in the eighties and decided to stay after falling in love for a brazilian woman, so I also have german citizenship. I guess you're from/live in Australia. Am I wrong?

Jessica.

From Tim:

Yes I’m in Australia. I did do German lessons in school for 9 years from age 8 through until year 12. Here’s a vore story I wrote in German:

DIE WITWE UND DER EINSCHRUMPFT JUNGE

If you don’t actually speak German, I’ll attach the translation too:
THE WIDOW AND THE SHRUNKEN BOY. Google doesn’t translate every word perfectly, I notice.

Tim

From Jessica:

Ok, fine. I had a lot of German classes with my father, but German's not for me I guess haha. I learned a little and I can understand parts of your story, but English's what I learned good, as mom and dad used to talk a lot in English while my father wasn't that good in Brazilian Portuguese yet and, as a kid, I managed to learn Brazilian Portuguese and English naturally. I still want to improve my German, as I plan on going to live in my father's land someday.

But wasn't this story on giantessworld? I do remember having read something alike... by the way, do you still have some deleted stories with you? Now I'm curious about the materials you deleted from the site, who knows what gems can be hidden among those texts?

Jessica.

From Tim:

I'm actually curious about them myself. One of the ways I confused myself is a two-way process:

(1) Sometimes I took lots of short stories and umbrella themed them into a new novel to post on giantessworld.

(2) Other times I took novels and pulled bits out of them to tell isolated vore stories on giantessworld.

So I've largely lost track of what's gone up and what hasn't.

I picked the Captain Miniature story, because of its city themed vore plot, knowing you'd like to do that.

Maybe if the giantess gene kicks in, you  might grow to giant size and go on a Brazilian rampage, enjoying the taste of little men.

But of course, if you can find your way to Australia, after enlarging too much to fit on a plane, perhaps by striding easily across the ocean, it would be like a large swimming pond to you...

Well then you can hunt me down in the fifteen acre block where I live. It has my house and lots of room for a giantess on the lawn until you push the door in and reach in and snatch me and stride off into the Blue Mountains and find a nice private spot to sit down and give me a giant kiss before making a delicious lunch out of me.

How does that sound?

Tim

Merton could hardly think straight. There were two things which hardly seemed possible. Firstly, if this was the same woman, then it meant that she had once been a citizen of the Blue Mountains and had somehow become a giantess, presumably after discovering the same portal that Merton himself had only recently travelled. The other was that she would have been 25 or perhaps slightly older in the 35 year old photograph. This would place her in her early sixties now. He knew that she was older, but her skin, her teeth, her lips, her facial features all carried the appearance of a woman who was nowhere near sixty. It seemed that she had aged gracefully.

The thought of being eaten by a woman at least twice his age heightened his sense of excitement at the very prospect of such an outcome. However, the most important factor in this development was that he could now start a conversation with the giantess, because he would probably be the only person from her native earth that she would meet since the day she had mysteriously enlarged herself and moved into the giant house.

From Jessica:

Oh, I thought you just deleted them all. I'll see if I manage to find some stories of yours that I can't remember well but I liked to read. 

Yes, I know that. She's not the only brazilian writer on giantessworld, btw; I do read some another authors that from time to time post portuguese stories there too. 

And this sounds great! So we can meet in your place as soon as I become a giantess. I'll take you for a ride in my shoulder and when we find a good, nice place with a nice view, we can chat about life and then I'll gobble you down my belly.

Jessica.

From Tim:

I wonder how you’ll go about becoming a giantess. Until then, I think I should shrink myself and slip under your front door and climb up onto your pillow and lie against your cheek, nice and close to your mouth and possibly climb into it and sleep the night in your throat while you’re lying down. Then you could let me out in the morning, unless you decide to sit up and gulp me down without warning.

Tim.

From Jessica:

You can just call me in my doormat, I'll get you and take you to sleep with me, this night's cold. I'll just advise you against sleeping in my throat, as you'll get swallowed down my belly without warning while I'm sleeping. At morning you'll have breakfasat with me, and then you'll become part of my breakfast too.

Jessica.

From Tim:

Well I was thinking that if you were lying down asleep, I’d be lying horizontally in your throat and wouldn’t fall down it. Then I could climb out again in the morning before you sat up and made your throat vertical again.

I think I found one of my deleted stories, unless it’s up as a subplot in another story. This one is really exciting from a vore perspective, and fun for the gobbling woman in it too.

Tim

From Jessica:

I thought the same, but don't trust my throat, it's very sensible. It will feel a strong reflex if touched, so you're better not touching it or going into it, or you'll be gulped down immediatelly. Not that it's something I would disagree... you seems delicious anyway.

Ok, I'll read that story, I'm already curious about that now. Also, I'll re-read your published stories, maybe some stories of you that I don't see on giantessworld anymore are just buried as chapters in another story? 

Jessica.

From Tim:

They might be, but the changes were made around 2012. So anything you've seen since then is either the same or deleted.

After you've read "Her Mouth's Pleasure", I'd be interested to know your thoughts about it.

I'm very happy that I seem delicious to you. If we ever meet in person you can have a lick of my face and see if I would make a nice shrunken main course, if you believe in taste testing first that is.

Tim

From Jessica:

I'll see.There are some stories I'd like to read again, so it'll be a very nice surprise to see them still online.

I liked the story, and I really liked he surviving in her lungs, as I didn't think Ingrid deserved Percy's love (thus not deserving to digest him inside her belly). But I didn't understand something: in the story, Ingrid thanks him by saving her. Saving her from what? The story didn't show the event where she gets saved by Percy. 

But don't get me wrong, I truly loved the story, it's already saved here with some other stories I'm now starting to save in my hard drive (as another good author on giantessworld just vanished from the site and, yes, he took his stories with him. Too bad :(  ).

Jessica.

Merton put his plans to continuing photographing the Blue Mountains at least as far as Lithgow on hold indefinitely. He caught another train up to Mount Victoria again, leaving home before dawn and arriving fairly early in the day. He made straight for the portal and ran to the giantess’s back door.

“Whoever invented back doors should get a Nobel prize,” he thought, “Because they have no bell.”

Short of waiting until the giantess might come outside again at lunch time, he had no way of getting her attention. He thought of slipping under the door, but felt that she might find that too intrusive. Then again, it would be the most direct route to the front door. So he slipped under the back door, and managed not to be seen by the giantess, as he ran through the house, slipped under the front door and then turned and looked up at it from the outside. The door had an old fashioned bell cord with a large knot at the end of it. It was too high for him to reach. Having brought a lasso with him for potential use in climbing giant objects, he took it from his backpack and lassoed the knot in the bell cord. Then running backwards, keeping a firm grip on his end of the lasso, he rang the bell.

From Tim:

From memory, what I did was massively rewrite bits of one of my non-vore Spooky Spy novels, replacing the Spooky Spy's girlfriend Jenny with one of my teenage vore crushes Ingrid. In editing the cut and paste, I must have forgotten to cut out the reference to the saving scene, which I didn't include in the vore story. I think it refers to an earlier Spooky Spy scene. Sorry about that. I'm glad the mistake isn't up on giantessworld, or everyone would be asking me about it. But you are very astute and clever to pick up on it.

Awaiting your thoughts....

Tim  xx  

From Jessica:

Hmmm... I didn't say that 'cause I was truly afraid of somehow hurting your feelings, but I was suspecting Ingrid was someone you knew in real life... I just hope the real Ingrid deserved your love.

Thanks for the compliments :) . 

One of my favorite stories, written by you, tells about a man who talks with a psychologist, hoping to get some help about his vore desires, but the psychologist just shrinks him while he's with his eyes closed and then gulps him down her stomach.. It's just a very nicely done vore story. :) Unfortunatelly, I can't find this story anywhere so I guess it's gone hahah.

I'll read the stories you sent to me and give you my thoughts about. I'm sorry I'm not a writer to write something to you and share stories, but I can at least review what you did. :)

Jessica.

From Tim:

It's very kind of you to worry about my feelings. Ingrid turned out to have a boyfriend and never ended up with me. I changed things for the vore story.. When I was 6 or 7, I had a pretty teacher. One night in bed asleep, I had a dream that she was eating little pixies that she found in the woods behind the school, and singing to them about eating them, just before she did it. Both in the dream and in real life when I woke up I found myself wishing that I could be one of them.

I'm happy to share any story with you, lovely lady. The problem is just it takes me a while to find them.

And I think that there are now stories on giantessworld that have been altered.

It doesn't matter to me that you're not writing. I'm just happy to have you to talk with about it.

The first woman I met on giantessworld was talking to several guys at once, and not making a close connection with any one of us. It, and the similar scenarios over 2009-2012 were the reason I largely walked away from the site to indulge the fantasy on my own. 

You contacting me has turned out to be the most pleasant surprise.

Tim

From Jessica:

Well, at least Ingrid wasn't bad to you, as you talk calmly about her... and wow, you do have many dreams involving your teachers; do you have any funny story about it?

I'm saving your stories here too, if someday you need a story and I happen to have it, just call me :)

I imagine, as there are less girls in giantessworld, and also less girls in vore/giantess, that the few girls around there were hit by willing men all the time... I don't know how it's going now, as I haven't an account, but for me, there's only you emailing me. I write to some authors sometimes, but it's rare. You're the only one who engaged in a conversation. Also, giantessworld isn't as visited as before, I guess.

Jessica.

The earthborn giantess’s footsteps were soon heard, and she approached the door and opened it.

“Hello,” he said, “I come from another world, I suppose. It’s called earth.”

For the moment at least, Merton thought it better not to let her know that he had seen her youthful photograph in Leura.

His head didn’t quite reach to the bottom of her long elegant skirt. He tilted it back as far as he could and looked up at her towering face. The giantess turned her head and saw his lasso in place. She removed it and dropped it beside him.

“It must have taken you a lot of trouble to come to the front door and rig this up,” she said, “I’ll put a bell on the back door for you to use in the future, and don’t worry. I’ll give it a cord that reaches all the way down to the step, so that you can reach it at your level.”

He gathered his lasso up and put it back in his backpack.

“Would you like to join me for lunch?” she asked.

From Tim:

Well Adeline (who wrote the incredibly popular story "How to swallow a man") and other females (who had accounts up that people could see) were driven off the site by the thousands of men writing to them. 

Ingrid actually treated me rather unpleasantly (and her boyfriend was one of 3 boys who beat me up when I caught them vandalising the church one night, trying to set fire to the garden with cigarette lighters they had), but God has given me the ability nowadays to talk and think in a calm, forgiving way, like Jesus did. When I wrote about Ingrid, I just focussed on my fascination with the thought of going into her mouth and being eaten.

I remember at the age of 10-11, I used to lie awake in the middle of the night imagining being chased and caught by another teacher and placed into her mouth and sliding around on her tongue. She left the school when I was 11.5.

3 years later, when I was nearly 15, I had a dream about her, after having not thought of her for 3 years. Vore combined with puberty is really quite an amazing experience.

One of the stories I did leave up on giantessworld, actually wasn't really a story. It was called "How to feed a businesswoman without really dying" (my pun on the old title "How to succeed in business without really trying").

https://giantessworld.net/viewstory.php?sid=3865

It's a helpful guide to vore for both giantesses and shrunken men.

Tim

From Jessica:

Yes, there were many female writers that are now away from the site, and I wonder where they are... I know Adeline and some other female writers and I liked their work. But as you said, they're gone. So sad.

Well, I was afraid of that actually. I mean, I really don't want to hurt your feelings, I don't wanna somehow mess with your past and all, but by the way you described Ingrid in your story, it seemed that something wasn't that right... I'm sorry for what she did to you, she really didn't deserve your love, as it seems like you were always a 'nice guy'. About the guys who beat you, I just hope they were caught. I really envy that characteristic you Christians do have, the superb ability to just forgive. I must be true to you: if I was in your shoes I would just have made mincemeat out of the guys (at least if I was a boy hahah). I'm saying it to you but I'm a little afraid of messing with your past and/or feelings, though: I don't wanna make you angry at Ingrid, since you forgave her, or make you feel bad (maybe again) for what happened. I really really really don't wanna mess with anything. I'm sorry if this is going too deep (but if you need to get something out of your chest, count on me :) ).

I did read that story last week too, it's one of my favs! I see that story like it's some sort of 'pocket vore manual'. Maybe someday women will need that book...

Jessica.

“I’d love to stay for lunch,” said Merton.

The giantess bent down and her hand approached him. He saw the dainty elegance of her fingers as her palm opened, and then felt them gently closing around him. He was lifted high into the air, but felt no apprehension, as he was carried into the kitchen, where he watched her preparing another meal on a large plate. She then carried it and him out to the table where she had eaten the meal he had witnessed on his previous visit.

She sat down and broke off tiny pieces of meat with her fingertips and put them on the edge of the plate for him to enjoy.

“I came from earth too,” she said, “You’re only the second person who knows that. My friend in Wentworth Falls was a scientist. When I told her about this place, she agreed to come up with a growth formula for me, and I’ve been here ever since. She stayed on earth naturally.”

“I guess I didn’t properly introduce myself,” he said, “My name is Merton.”

“I’m Amity,” said the giantess.

From Tim:

To be honest, you're not going too deep at all. I've been waiting for some deep stuff to come out, as it makes the conversation more personal. I've never been married, haven't had a girlfriend since 2008: Rosalind, who said I had a fixation with tongues, said she didn't like to stick her tongue out, and who abandoned me after 11 months of dating.

I had one date in 2012, took the lady (named Olga from Russia) on a boat trip to a beach front hotel bar, but she wouldn't eat anything, didn't open her mouth to show her tongue at all through hours of conversation, and clearly wasn't going to be suitable for someone with a vore fantasy. After Rosalind, I felt that seeing a woman's tongue was an important thing to consider whether a relationship would work or not, and Olga made that impossible. At the end of the evening, when Olga was getting frustrated with me (made worse by her very limited English language, and me knowing no Russian), I said, "Could I see in your mouth?" She said, "No. You are not a doctor," and I got off the train at my station and that was that.

You won't upset me about Ingrid, so no need to worry. One thing she did in the early days,  was help herself to my chicken lunch when we crossed paths in the park, after making it clear she wasn't interested in me. I took that and turned it into the way she helped herself to eating a shrunken me in the story. The rest of the tale, where she gives me a chance later in my 20s was all pure fantasy, and I've left it behind. I don't think I ever got to the point of loving her in real life, just had a massive unreciprocated vore crush. If I found that past painful, I'd wouldn't have written about it. The only frustration is that I never got to be shrunken and eaten by her.

I'm getting the most important things off my chest now (and into your chest/belly LOL) by talking to you. The only other time I fell for someone hard and talked about the vore was in 2014: a woman named Carmen. She stopped communicating with me, and one day she saw me in Woolworths supermarket, unaware that I had seen her, and quickly took off. She must have thought it was weird for a fantasy.

I have to say that you've been through similar reactions (like the guy who thought of you as a cannibal). Vore women must be a very scary thought to regular guys, who would consider being shrunken and eaten as their worst nightmare. But to me, if an attractive woman suddenly said that she wanted to swallow me whole, I'd be aroused beyond belief. 

You don't ever need to avoid subjects or worry about upsetting me. I know that your intentions are kind and caring. But if there's anything you don't want to talk about from your life, then I wouldn't push you into it.

I have to admit I've gotten paranoid lately, checking my sent box to make sure that messages to you have not been accidentally sent to anyone else. I could never explain it to other people.

A girl whose emailing was brightly,

Would write in a way so politely.

When she, on a whim,

Would go for a swim,

Her elegant skin was so sightly.

She took all the very best care

Of mouth, neck and belly, to share

The greatest of views

With guys who would choose

To go on a journey in there.

Tim

“So how long have you been here?” asked Merton.

“Just over five years,” said Amity, “I was married at 26 and lived in Leura for many years until I became a widow at 55. I never had any children. So I’m just here by myself. I’m 61 now.”

He surmised that the photograph at Leura shopping village must have been taken about a year before she’d gotten married. Now he was her only tie with her old life on earth.

“At first I thought you were a native born giantess,” he said, “I knew it would be very interesting to meet you, but I didn’t know how welcoming you’d be of a stranger from another realm. Now it turns out that you come from the same world that I do.”

“It’s been a pleasure to meet you,” said Amity, “Will you come and visit me again? It would be nice to have a friend from the Blue Mountains to talk to regularly.”

From Jessica:

Ah, so I'm a little relieved now. I thought I was going too deep and all in your feelings/past. It's OK then. You seem to like dominant women, that are sometimes older, always taller and sometimes misbehaves (like Ingrid did in your stories). If you do prefer, I can act a bit dominantly too when I find you hiding in my garden... ;)

I hadn't so much boyfriends, my first was when I was 15 yo, but it was so fast (the relationship lasted only about 4 months) that sometimes I don't even consider him as my first boyfriend. When I was about 19 yo, I had my third boyfriend and I told him about my vore desires. We were in his house watching a horror movie and, as I saw a humanoid monster swallowing an entire man whole and alive, I said to him that later I could be that monster and eat him whole too. He thought I was talking about sex, but asked why I would consider eating him. Then I told him everything. I'll never forget his face, he was so confused, and at the same time felt everything hilarious, as if I was just kidding. But I wasn't and he understood that. He said that he completely wasn't up to being eaten. Sometimes he asked about my vore feelings, curious about how I feel and why I would wish to eat him whole, but he never dug too much in this subject. Anyways, he respected me and did not tell anyone about it. He was a good boyfriend at the beginning, but our relationship lasted only two years; he abandoned me too when I started talking about marriage.

Some months later, I talked about it with my best friend and she introduced me to giantessworld, as she also liked vore. We're still best friends today and yes, she knows I'm talking with you, with 'Timescribe'. She likes your stories too and also miss some of them after they got deleted (don't worry, I'm not sharing with her the stories you sent me and I'm not showing her your messages, I just talk about what we're talking, but without details. And I'm not saying a single word to her about Ingrid, and anything that's more personal of you).

Some years later, I tried talking with a male friend I had about vore, as I was, I must confess, absolutely wanting to eat him alive, to the point of dreaming about having him as my food three times, two in a row. I didn't love him, no, I was just wanting so badly to have his squirming self inside my stomach! After I confessed that to him, he looked at me with a reproving face, saying he's not friend of a cannibal. He never talked to me again.

After that, I became way more shy of saying to anyone else about vore, but I feel I can talk to some boyfriend about it again (but I'm not sure, as I had two other boyfriends after that and didn't tell them about vore, afraid of what they should say).

 Jessica.

P.S. This is so far the longest message I wrote! I'm sorry...

“I’d be happy to come as often as you like,” said Merton, “Although I’m not actually from the Blue Mountains. I lived on the North Shore for many years, and just recently moved to the semi-rural outskirts of Sydney. I’ve been taking trips up to the Blue Mountains for months to photograph historical landmarks and scenery.”

She placed the final mouthful onto her tongue, and he marvelled at the proximity of the view which he now had from the table. It surpassed the limits of the zoom lens on his camera and drove him wild with excitement. At least now he had the opportunity to enjoy lunches with her as often as he chose, even if he couldn’t be the lunch.

Given the need for a fellow New South Welsh friend that she’d expressed, he didn’t hold out much hope for her willingness to swallow said friend whole, as much as he wished that she would.

After lunch, they talked for over an hour, before she carried him to the portal, saving him a long and tiring walk. He now had less distance to travel on foot, and the renewed energy from the meal she’d shared with him.

“I’ll have the new bell set up on the back door by tomorrow morning,” she said, and waved goodbye to him just before he stepped through the portal.

From Tim:

Well, the longer your messages get, and the deeper they get, the more I ENJOY THEM. 

Now, my turn to say sorry if I’m being too deep, or too overt: I was, for some reason, having difficulty tonight. Then, I checked my emails and started reading your message. As soon as I saw that you’d written several paragraphs this time, I became very aroused. Then when I read the bit about wanting to eat your former boyfriend whole, I was euphorically off the planet.

The more long deep arousing messages you write me the happier it seems to make me. As for your guesses about my preferences, I had to laugh a little, and to reassure you of something.  Since the fantasy is about being shrunken to tiny size, or being eaten by a giantess, the height of a woman is not relevant. A woman could be shorter than me (and since I’m 5 foot 9, most women are), and my imagination would go to work to make her as tall as a city skyscraper. And women don’t need to be older, but because my vore crushes started when I was six years old, many of the stories are about older women, eg vore reunions with teachers I met when I was six or  ten years old. In real life, a younger girl would no doubt bring the fantasy to life.

You also asked about dominant women. I think what I like most is a woman with a sweet gentle ladylike feminine personality like yours, but who would use the advantage of giant size to enforce her desire to eat me, but still in a ladylike manner. I have used the words, “I’m going to gobble you all up” many many times in my stories, because the thought of a sweet beautiful woman saying those things gets me so deeply aroused. You are so kind to offer to act dominantly in your garden.

In your case, the main thing that would look infinitely more arousing and feminine would be a long ladylike even ended skirt with a distinct separation at the waist from a soft high necked jumper or t-shirt. (Sorry to mention that again, as I remember you said you were shy about it. But I just wanted you to know that you do have a very elegant face and a lovely smile. I can just picture it at point blank giant range, as you announce your plans to eat me whole).

Many of us write about vore, but I think that the reason my stories are popular comes from the way I write a lot to build up to the vore first. I like to create an existing dynamic between the characters before the woman is in a position to eat the guy. For example:

(1)  A woman who teaches a boy at school for months or years and suddenly finds herself in a position to eat him after he’s been shrunken, and it arouses the daylights out of me that she would go ahead and do it.

(2)  A woman who meets a guy and courts him and then tells him that she wants to shrink him and eat him. He enjoys his few dates with her, knowing that he’s agreed to what awaits him in a few weeks time.

(3)  A boy who goes to a giant land and finds that a girl he once knew has become a giantess and that she is amused by the thought of having him for dinner and there’s nothing he can do to escape it.

(4)  A boy who writes letters to a giantess, while he stays in hiding, and reads her replies dropped off in the giant garden for him. He’s in love with her, but knows that if he gets caught, it’s all over once he’s been swallowed. So he keeps his distance and admires her from well hidden spots. She works out a way to trick and trap and catch him and eats him.

I also deleted some of the stories on the grounds that reviewers were complaining that all my stories were too similar to eachother. Some readers are into vore, crush, insertion, and several other genres. I’m only into vore, and there’s only so many ways one can tell a story about a guy being eaten by a giantess. I never get bored with the slight variations, but some readers did. A lot of the time I was just writing stories to amuse myself, and then it was no hassle to post them on giantessworld too.

Well now I’ve done a long message myself, and I hope none of it has been uncomfortable for you to read, as I was sometimes anxious about scaring you off.

And you can certainly tell me if anything I say makes you uncomfortable.
I guess the normal rules of social etiquette are somewhat redundant with this unusual genre of fantasies. 

So we're learning how best to treat each other as we go along, and I have no desire to upset you.

Tim

When Merton made his next visit to Amity’s house, she sat on a couch, placed him on her shoulder and opened a photograph album and showed him a number of pictures that had been taken in the giant land.

“They’re just a little hard for my smaller eyes to see at this distance,” he said.

She lowered him into her shirt pocket, and he stuck his head and arms out and found that he had a perfect view of the photographs. Like the Blue Mountains, the giant land was rich in beautiful scenery, and he enjoyed any photograph with her in it even more.
He told her in depth about his historical photography hobby and of his participation on the website, still leaving out only the mention of his having discovered the 35 year old photograph, and his recent deduction that it must have been incorrectly dated. It would actually have been 36 years old, rather than 35, given what she had told him about the timing of her life’s experiences in Leura and the giant land.

From Jessica:

That's nice to know that I also was scared of messing things up, mainly when talking about your past.

When I wrote about your preferences, I must admit I laughed a little bit too hahah, but I was just trying to see better your thoughts about woman and vore. As a younger woman wouldn't be some kind of 'turn off' for you, I'll be glad to send you whole to my belly when I find you hiding around my house. So try to hide well and do your best to avoid being found and caught by me if you don't plan going in an one-way trip into the warm, waiting stomach inside me.

And no need to be sorry, you wrote nothing wrong. Vore in an arousing subject, so it's just expected to have such effects... I can only wonder how out of orbit you'll feel when you find a girlfriend around your place with a peculiar taste on you (if you know what I mean... hahaha). Vore fans are rare, but who knows if you find one around your neighborhood? Maybe she has a shrinking serum hidden in her closet, just waiting for a willing guy to appear...

Oh, and I forgot to tell that I just loved your stories. 'One way trip to the past' is just perfect. How puzzling it was for little Tim to end in Christine's stomach? In the younger self of his  teacher? How was it amusing for her  to see her student, knowing he'll be eaten by... oops, knowing shealready ate him years ago and he'll know this pretty soon? Pretty good stories, Tim!

Jessica

From Tim:

I don’t think I’ll find a vore girlfriend around my area. But as far as you’re concerned, I’d want to get caught eventually, but I’d give you a good game of hide and seek first, to make sure that you had to hunt me down before you could eat me.

I’m glad you liked the stories.

Tim

From Jessica:

I like games... :) Like a Cat and Mouse Game, by the way... just guess who'll be my mouse? Hahah ^^

Well, I must admit I also don't think I'll have a vore boyfriend, but since I already found a vore fan in my best friend (and it makes me think about her thinking about her secret when she was with me, not knowing that I also like it), a little part of me holds a little hope.

Well, only in the future I'll see if I get to find a willing boyfriend...

Jessica

From Tim:

Well we do live far from eachother, and I don't know your mouth yet, but I'm open to the possibility of being each other's vore bf and gf.

And your mouth is welcome to this mouse (me).

Just open wide. 

I'll dive inside.

I may still have a story/subplot on giantessworld called Mouthquest, in which a boy asks several giantesses to eat him, until he finds the right one who's not only willing but has been looking for someone to swallow.

Tim

When they had finished looking at the photographs, she put him back on her shoulder and turned her head to talk to him. He found himself gazing frequently at her soft white neck and imagining what it would be like to slide down inside it.

“I’d like to lie down for a while,” said Amity, “You can still keep me company though.”

She took him to her bedroom and lay down and placed him beside her on the pillow. Her soft puffy white cheek was right beside him. He took a chance and moved sideways a little and snuggled against it. She made no move to avoid him and he felt a little more confident in the growth of his special friendship with her.

While making no acknowledgment of his movements, she maintained a friendly conversation, telling anecdotes about her life in the giant realm, and hearing his own stories of life on earth. As there had been no negative responses from her so far, he eventually climbed around onto her neck and lay there, feeling the softness of it below him and knowing that he could easily fit inside it, if he could gain entry through her mouth.

From Jessica:

That's nice to know that I also was scared of messing things up, mainly when talking about your past.

When I wrote about your preferences, I must admit I laughed a little bit too hahah, but I was just trying to see better your thoughts about woman and vore. As a younger woman wouldn't be some kind of 'turn off' for you, I'll be glad to send you whole to my belly when I find you hiding around my house. So try to hide well and do your best to avoid being found and caught by me if you don't plan going in an one-way trip into the warm, waiting stomach inside me.

And no need to be sorry, you wrote nothing wrong. Vore in an arousing subject, so it's just expected to have such effects... I can only wonder how out of orbit you'll feel when you find a girlfriend around your place with a peculiar taste on you (if you know what I mean... hahaha). Vore fans are rare, but who knows if you find one around your neighborhood? Maybe she has a shrinking serum hidden in her closet, just waiting for a willing guy to appear...

Oh, and I forgot to tell that I just loved your stories. 'One way trip to the past' is just perfect. How puzzling it was for little Tim to end in Christine's stomach? In the younger self of his  teacher? How was it amusing for her  to see her student, knowing he'll be eaten by... oops, knowing shealready ate him years ago and he'll know this pretty soon? Pretty good stories, Tim!

Jessica

From Tim:

I don’t think I’ll find a vore girlfriend around my area. But as far as you’re concerned, I’d want to get caught eventually, but I’d give you a good game of hide and seek first, to make sure that you had to hunt me down before you could eat me.

I’m glad you liked the stories.

Tim

From Jessica:

I like games... :) Like a Cat and Mouse Game, by the way... just guess who'll be my mouse? Hahah ^^

Well, I must admit I also don't think I'll have a vore boyfriend, but since I already found a vore fan in my best friend (and it makes me think about her thinking about her secret when she was with me, not knowing that I also like it), a little part of me holds a little hope.

Well, only in the future I'll see if I get to find a willing boyfriend...

Jessica

From Tim:

Well we do live far from eachother, and I don't know your mouth yet, but I'm open to the possibility of being each other's vore bf and gf.

And your mouth is welcome to this mouse (me).

Just open wide. 

I'll dive inside.

I may still have a story/subplot on giantessworld called Mouthquest, in which a boy asks several giantesses to eat him, until he finds the right one who's not only willing but has been looking for someone to swallow.

Tim

When they had finished looking at the photographs, she put him back on her shoulder and turned her head to talk to him. He found himself gazing frequently at her soft white neck and imagining what it would be like to slide down inside it.

“I’d like to lie down for a while,” said Amity, “You can still keep me company though.”

She took him to her bedroom and lay down and placed him beside her on the pillow. Her soft puffy white cheek was right beside him. He took a chance and moved sideways a little and snuggled against it. She made no move to avoid him and he felt a little more confident in the growth of his special friendship with her.

While making no acknowledgment of his movements, she maintained a friendly conversation, telling anecdotes about her life in the giant realm, and hearing his own stories of life on earth. As there had been no negative responses from her so far, he eventually climbed around onto her neck and lay there, feeling the softness of it below him and knowing that he could easily fit inside it, if he could gain entry through her mouth.

From Jessica:

So we have a common problem. Sometimes it takes me minutes to take a good looking photo. I always feel shy in photos and my face simply oozes all my shyness, so it usually gets a little... weird, with a strange smile or something. When with friends it's easy for me to be in photos as I feel way more safe between them.

I already read Sisterhood of GULP and it was one of my favs, despite not having been entirely read by me. Do you still have the original version (this was the version I liked the most)? And, do you remember having another three stories of yours (actually I'm looking for more but I can't remember every of them LOL)? The first I guess I already told you about: it's a story about a man with vore desires that looks for treatment with a psychologist. But, rather than being cured, he's shrunk and willingly swallowed by the psychologist.

The second story was about a couple that finds a passage to a giant world, where the girl is enlarged to this giant world's 'normal' size', but her boyfriend remains small. After some weeks living in the giant world, the girl comes back and gives her former boyfriend a last night on top of a cake and then eat him. This was one of my absolutely favs, as the end was completely unexpected. Unfortunately I haven't find this story in the site anymore, and this one was a story I did re-read many and many times. And I would still be reading many and many times if I had it with me.

The third story is about a boy who goes to the school, looking for his class. It was a versed story, that used puns and rhymes to tell the story of the boy, who went to the wrong class and ended swallowed by the teacher. I can't remember it's name and I found this story to be very very creative and amusing to read: it was with this story that I saw how you have a so strong potential with words and rhymes.

I'm trying to remember other stories I liked of you, but if you do remember and have those three stories with you, it would be great, as those are my three of my very favorite stories so far.

Jessica.

PS: I'm sorry if I'm asking too much. And about The Lake in the Lady, I'll search for this story in my lunchbreak. Maybe it's one of my favs but I can't remember well...

PS(2): I'm now sending two photos I've taken for you here at the office where I work... I tried my very best in doing one of them, I hope you like it... but I must warn you, it's not that good... :( Anyways I'm curious to see what you think about the photos.)

{Email was sent to include an amazing photograph of Jessica’s mouth open wide at point blank. It was clearly in focus, and showed perfect even teeth and a magnificent sparkling tongue, and was taken so close up that her eyes were not in the photograph, making it quite a view for my own eyes.}

After a long walk with a picnic in a scenic giant location included in the middle of the outing, Amity returned Merton to her house and lay down on her bed once more, with Merton snuggled beside her cheek.

“We haven’t really discussed this at all, but we’re from vastly different worlds now, and have had vastly different lives,” said Amity.

“I know,” said Merton, “I think it’s part of what makes it so exciting for me to come here so often.”

“I’m twice your age and many times your size. I’ve been in a long-term marriage, while you’ve been a bachelor. I’ve lived here for years, while you’ve been on earth.”

“Well we’ve both been telling a lot of stories. It’s made the conversation more interesting for me to hear about things that have happened in this giant realm.”

“And for me to catch up on things that have happened on earth, when you’ve told me stories,” said Amity.

From Tim:

About the photos I think you are a pretty girl indeed. I like the mischievous vore look in your eyes while wearing those cute glasses. Very arousing.

You sure took a chance photographing your mouth open at work! Very kind. I tend to like a girl's looks most without any makeup or jewellery or nail polish or piercings or tattoos (although if they're already there, I understand it's impossible for them to be removed. Thankfully your lovely face doesn't have any).

About the stories, you're not asking too much at all. I just may not have them.

I think I do have the one about the guy who's eaten by his girlfriend on a cake in the giant world somewhere. The only thing is that I've looked through all my files (and so taken a long time to reply to you) but I just can't find it. I want that one for myself too!

I think I deleted the psychiatrist one even from my own records, as I didn't like it much, but if it turns up you can have it as a special secret gift from me.

I don't even remember writing the one about the boy who went to the wrong class. It might be another author's, or maybe the actual description is a bit different. 

Your long red hair looks nice.  And the view of your neck is so nice in that shot that I can imagine myself snuggling against the outside later and sliding down the inside even later still. 

I'm sure that would make a very enjoyable gulping experience for you too, sweet Jessica.

….

From Tim:

Dear Jessica Giantess,

I found the Psychiatrist you wanted! (a slang word for psychiatrist is “a shrink”; one of my puns.)

A TRIP TO THE SHRINKS

An eighteen year old science whiz kid built a shrinking ray,

And tested it upon himself at home one winter’s day.

It worked, and made him finger sized, once he had been immersed

In light, but he designed it wrong. It could not be reversed.

He visited his neighbour (a psychiatrist, he knew),

And hoped the lovely lady would advise him what to do,

Or even, as an older woman, take the boy on board.

He hoped the happy accident might be its own reward.

She said, “Well I’m still single. You can come and live with me,

And if things don’t work out, I’ll eat you, once our dating spree

Has made me happy,” which it did, until her next birthday,

She ate the boy to celebrate, and sent him on his way.

And here is the one about the wrong class you asked for. I couldn’t find these before, because I forgot to look in my poetry books, which are in a different folder elsewhere on the computer.  I had forgotten I’d ever even written this story as a poem. Thanks to you, I can enjoy it again myself! Here it is:

NOT IN HER CLASS

When he reached thirteen, a boy prepared to cross an unknown void,

To another land’s dimension, in his coloured prismatoid:

A dimension hopping vehicle, in a geometric shape.

He embarked, and found a garden large enough to make him gape.

In this other realm, he only had a tiny pixie’s build,

In comparison to giants. Now the boy was very thrilled.

So he took an hour to cross a garden. Then he saw a bell

Just beside the back door handle, with a cord to pull as well.

He could reach it from the ground, and so he pulled with all his might,

And a lady came and answered, with her monumental height.

He recalled that she had been his music teacher back on earth,

Six years earlier, and now he marveled at the woman’s girth.

He inquired about her size, as she bent down to lift the lad.

“It’s a secret,” said the teacher, “Now come in, my little tad.”

“Would you like to be my girlfriend? You look even better now?”

Said the boy, but then he noticed quite a movement of her brow.

“I got larger here,” she said, “But I’m still glad you came to call.

Would you like to be my lunch, since you’re so relatively small?”

Then she placed him on the kitchen bench, and bent down at the shelves.

He knew that help could only come from those who help themselves.

So he grabbed a napkin, using it, to parachute outside,

Since the bench was by the window, which was opened nice and wide.

She came out the door, just as he reached the flowerbed, and hid,

Then she crossed the grass in little time, and said, “I’ll find you, kid.”

Well concealed by flowers, he ran, and hoped he’d reach his precious means

Of escaping from the giant world, and living out his teens.

Then she burst through bushes, having doubled right around the grass,

And she said, “I’ll eat you up, since you’re no longer IN MY CLASS.”

I think I know what’s happened to the third story you wanted. I originally wrote 3 spy/adventure stories books about a character I created called “The Spooky Spy” with a girlfriend called Jenny.

Right at the end of the last book, I had the Spooky Spy and Jenny discover a giant land and Jenny became a giant and, as you remembered, decided to eat the Spooky Spy.

I put just that end scenario up as a story on giantessworld at some point.

Then I took it out of my original file, so that I could try to sell the story to a publisher, without the vore subtext turning them off.

It never got published, but I seem to have lost the original version, which included those vore chapters called “Jungle of the Giant Gypsies” as the  original draft had Percy and Jenny find a lot of giant caravans in the Royal National Park, by exploring deeper into the south of Sydney Australia’s Royal National Park than anyone had gone before, until, without explanation, they found the giant caravans. Jenny became a giant, and eventually ate Percy.

I wish I still had that one…unless I copied it somewhere else and just haven’t found it. Maybe some day it will turn up. Still, I got you 2 out of 3 and hope you enjoy them again.

I have to keep my giantess happy before she eats me

I also found a Publisher graphic art version of "Not in Her class",

but I can't open it myself, as I don't have access to Publisher any more.

I've attached it for you.

Tim xx

“I’ve been happy to tell you what’s going on back there,” said Merton.

“And I thank you for that, although I am foremost a giantess now, and it seems to me that a giantess should be able to express herself, even in matters which may not be as popular in the thoughts of an earthling sized person.”

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

“I’ve enjoyed our many talks together, and I’ve particularly enjoyed our many lunches together. I’ve eaten some of the best food that this land has to offer in your company, and throughout those meals, I have increasingly become of the opinion that the greatest of these lunches would be yet to come. Rather than help me to eat it, you would be the lunch itself.”

Her face was still pointing at the roof, while her lovely cheek was pressed against himself.

From Jessica:

Wow! Again, wow!!

It really made me happy! I wasn't sure if you could find those stories again! Ok, you didn't find the third, but the details you gave me maybe will help me find some copy on the web, if it ever exists. Or maybe someday you'll be working and suddenly find a word file with  this story... who knows?

And thanks for liking my photos! I put very special attention and a lot of effort to the photo of my mouth: I locked myself in the bathroom and took more than thirty photos, trying the perfect photo of my mouth insides, tongue and even my throat deep inside. I was really trying hard and I'm happy you liked my mouth. What else do you think about your entrance to my stomach my mouth? I'm so curious, I can't help but ask ^^.

Jessica.

From Tim:

Then I had better satisfy your curiosity.  You took 30 photos! Wow. It would be interesting to see the ones you didn’t choose.  I must say I like the way your tongue doesn’t have any divisions in it. Some tongues look split, but yours looks smooth.

You took 30 photos? Just for me! You are so sweet.

I think I’ve been pushing you too hard for pictures, and it’s making you nervous.

Maybe you can imagine what I would look like after I’d been shrunken and served in a dish of whipped cream up to my neck! Do you think that would be a tasty licking and swallowing exercise for you?

Tim

From Jessica:

Yes, I really wanted the best shot, and it was the very first time I had shot my own mouth insides. I was shy, yes, but at the same time excited with it. It was like sending to you an invitation to my tongue, where you could sleep warm and comfy until the next morning, when I would drink a glass of water and let the torrents carry you into my gullet, down my stomach.

Most of the photos just were too blurry to be of any use; I kept only one, the photo I sent to you before.

Anyway, I'm now on my lunchbreak, looking for the third story. I'm with high hopes of finding it somewhere on the wide web... LOL

Jessica.

From Tim:

That was an arousing use you made of the words “gullet” and “stomach.”

I found the 3rd one!

I remembered a key line in it, when Jenny announces her plans to eat him, Percy tries to talk her out of it, and she says, “Well now you’re just being silly.”

So, wondering if I’d moved it to being a subplot in a vore book, after I took it out of the Spooky Spy trilogy, I went into all my large vore books one by one, doing a search for the words “being silly.”

Then I found it.

Now you have all 3 of the ones you were after!

The only main change is that Percy (the Spooky Spy’s name) has been changed to Barry.

I just had a thought. If you’re using the workplace computer in your lunch breaks, then your browsing history on giantessworld is probably logging that website on your employer’s server usage record. (I’ve been in the I.T. industry on and off, also the legal clerks industry). I don’t want you getting into any trouble at work because of our little secret.

Tim (sent with the 3rd story she requested, the Jenny giantess story that I moved from the Spooky Spy books into “Time, Dreams and Giant Steps.”)

An over the moon Merton could hardly believe what he had just heard. He wanted very much to confirm that he had correctly understood what Amity had just said to him.

“Do you mean that you’d like to … eat me?” he asked.

“I can easily swallow you whole,” she said, “We’ll have a few more days like this first though.”

“Oh wow, wow, wow! I never told you this before, but I came and watched you eating in the garden, using the zoom lens of my camera, before the day when I rang your doorbell and introduced myself. I thought you looked so amazing as you spooned that food into your mouth, that all I could think of was being the food. I never told you, because I was worried that you’d be offended and not want me to come anymore. I’ve spent all this time thinking that watching you eat other food was the closest I’d come to touching that magnificent gigantic tongue of yours.”

“I hardly expected a response like this,” she said, “You’re very kind.”

From Jessica:

Do you think so? I'm glad you liked the way I used those words.

Sorry for taking so much time to answer, my sister was in my house with her two little daughters since Friday night and I had to 'babysit' the two most of the time... I had so little time to give proper attention to my own life...! But now they're back to her house and I'm again answering your e-mail! I could have answered before, but I was trying to answer after reading the story you sent. Because of my busy weekend, I didn't finish reading it yet, but soon I'll finish.

And I must say that I'm completely impressed!! I wasn't expecting for the story! I'm already reading it and, as said, I tried to finish reading it before answering your message, but it'1s best to reply to you and show you how much I thank you for giving me one of my ever favorite vore stories! I can't wait to finish it and say what I want to say!! Thank you Tim, thank you!!

By the way, I didn't know they can see what I'm visiting from my workplace... are you sure they can do that?

Jessica.

From Tim:

With any home internet connection, your Internet Service Provider will know which websites a person has used, and I imagine most workplaces will have a server that notes which ones you’ve used too.

After I wrote that, I wondered why your emails tend to stop at weekends and wondered if you only had access to a computer/the internet at work, because you sent me a lot in your lunch break. It’s unlikely your employer will ever check your internet usage. I always used to use Tools, Clear History to delete the browsing history from the computer, but that won’t necessarily stop it from being noted by the server, and the employer’s internet provider.

It’s actually a way that is used by the authorities sometimes to track cyber bullies and child pornographers (and thankfully you and I are neither of those).

About the story, at some point, there were two versions: Jenny was renamed Mary for a while too, to distinguish the vore stories from the Spooky Spy.

All my early vore stories had the character trying to escape being eaten, but my later pieces had him secretly enjoying it and even setting up the opportunity for the giantess while pretending to be scared. And there were some where one character requested that a gobbling take place and the other one agreed.

Of course, as the author indulging his own fantasies, I always wanted the giantess to win.   I don’t still have it, but I wrote a story when I was 20, about a young man who was offered (either offered money or romance, I can’t remember) as the prize, if he could survive a hunt. He would be shrunken by the lady, and given a headstart to hide himself in her garden. Then he had to find a ticket card she’d hidden in the garden, before she found him, or else he would be eaten.  The ticket was his entitlement to have his size restored and claim the prize. On his way out of her property to think it over, he noticed a swimming pool with an island in the centre and formulated a plan.

On the night before the hunt, he concealed a soda syphon bulb and a small straw as an oxygen cylinder and breathing pipe in the garden of her property, just near the pool.

Then on the day, he used his headstart to get to the pool and then would swim around the island to the other side underwater, while she was searching the garden. Then he would be able to reach the flowerbed unseen and look for the hidden ticket.

So on the day, he was swimming around, when she suddenly came swimming into view from the other side of the pool (as the island reached underwater too, and she was not visible to start with).

She caught him and told him that the pool had alarm censors in it, and took him inside and put him into her mouth and slowly swallowed him.

The photos of you in the water have well and truly brought that story back into my mind.

Tim

“I think I can only claim admiration of your idea, rather than kindness. You didn’t know that you’d be fulfilling my fondest wish too,” said Merton.

“You’ll stay the night here with me this time,” said Amity.

They had dinner together and then snuggled up on the pillow and talked themselves to sleep.

The next morning Amity took him to a cage that she had hung up in another room and placed him inside it on a dolls house couch.

“I’m going out for a walk by myself for a while,” she said, “It’s not that I don’t believe what you said in response to my lunch plans, but I don’t want to take any chances on you running away to earth. There’s also the possibility that you might change your mind about it, no matter how keen you might well be on the idea at this moment.”

“I understand your concerns,” said Merton.

“You’re a polite young man. I’ll see you later,” she said, and left him there.

From Jessica:

Btw, I guess I must hide better my traces then. I use any connection I have to answer my emails, be it my home connection, or a cyber cafe while I'm out on the run... how many servers know what I write, what I do? Now I grew worried.

And the story was, of course, JUST GREAT! I'm sorry if I'm again crossing the line, but I hadn't had a wet dream since being a teen. Right after sending you the e-mail, I ate something (yes, I admit I imagined a guy trapped inside my sandwich) and then drank a glass of water, going back to the netbook to read the story. I was leaning lazily in my bed and, after reading the story, I fell asleep...

In my dream, I was one of the giantesses in the caravans and disputed with Jenny who would swallow Barry. I managed to steal him from her and Barry, unlike he did in the story, was actually wanting to be eaten, but by Jenny not me. So he panicked in my hands, shouting for Jenny while trying to escape my hands, which held him tightly. Jenny was a good runner, but I locked myself in my own caravan before she reached me and shoved the little Barry inside my mouth, tilting my head back. When I felt his shaking body being pushed down my throat, the pleasure was so great that I woke up. :(  The lights were on and I was still in my bed; I was sweating a bit and my breathe was a little, just a little, heavy. Oh gosh I was so aroused!

I noted this too: in the story I did read on giantessworld showed Jenny (or Mary? I can't remember) in the giant land and, reappearing in her caravan, let Barry (or Percy?). Then, they argued a little and she ate him after he tried to escape the same way he did in this version I read yesterday. I'm still curious for this version, but I guess you already did too much finding another version of that story for me (and I'm so thankful!!), so I guess it's my turn to search the web for the original/alternate version.

Well, as a giantess wannabee, I also want the giantess (me) to win, as the prizes are always delicious ;) .

Here in Brazil today's holiday, so I'm with a free day in my house to rest. I'm soooo lazy today that only now (8:08 AM) I'm going to have something to eat as breakfast; would you like to jump into my food and become part of my delicious meal?

Jessica.

PS: Did you ever publish Spooky Spy? I see that many stories of yours were vore adaptations of some parts of this book; do you sell it on Amazon or something? I'm curious and wanting to buy it.

(In actual fact, the Spooky Spy had been published as “The Sneaky Spy” on a general fiction site, for a few years, until I decided to take it down and leave only sample chapters of my novels up.)

Amity returned two hours later, had lunch with him and enjoyed his company for the afternoon, as they talked together on the couch.

“I haven’t changed my mind about being eaten,” said Merton, “But in the spirit of keeping no secrets, there is one thing I never told you. Now that you’ve promised to do the very thing I’ve always wished from you, in fact even promised to do it whether I like the idea or not, I’d really like to tell you the one thing I’ve kept from you in the past.”

“Please do,” said Amity.

“After the first day I saw you eating that meat salad, I couldn’t get the Blue Mountains or you out of my thoughts for a single waking moment. I spent more time than ever browsing the historical photography website for pictures of the Blue Mountains, and I saw a 36 year old photograph taken at Leura shopping village. Walking along the footpath were a number of ladies, including you.”

“So you knew I was from earth when you first rang my doorbell,” she deduced instantly.

“Yes. In fact knowing you were from earth was the first thing that gave me any confidence in approaching you, although I still didn’t know how to ask you about eating me.”

From Tim:

I’m over the moon that my story gave you a wet dream. Your dream reminds me of an old idea I had of Jenny and her equally fictional cousin Laura fighting over who would eat a shrunken Percy. Meanwhile, Percy took the opportunity to run into the bushes. They they stopped their argument as Jenny said, “He’s getting away.” They instantly agreed that the first one to catch him would eat him, and I think it would have been Jenny.

Your fantasies and mine line up very well.

The version you remember doesn’t exist anymore. Once I modified it into what you saw yesterday, it’s remained that way ever since. If it’s not on giantessworld, it doesn’t exist.

Yes I would love to be your prize.

Yes I would love to jump into your food and be part of your delicious meal.

Consider me a willing holiday treat.

The Spooky Spy trilogy was never published, but you’ve seen all the vore modified bits in what you’ve read already. The rest is just about outwitting the bad guys and using his martial arts and skills with fancy gadgets etc, all the skills I gave him because I don’t have them in real life. Unfortunately no publisher ever wanted my books. It’s nice to finally be getting so much positive appreciation of them from you.

In 2012 someone wrote and offered me $200 for the rights to publish the Spooky Spy. I suggested that they might like to make their scams a little more convincing than that. As if anyone signs away their life’s work for 2 weeks’ groceries budget.

Your telling me how your dream aroused you has in turn aroused me.

One of my best friends recently asked me “Are you still talking to the Brazilian lady?” She meant Isabel, whom I wasn’t attracted to anyway.

So I just explained that I’m now talking to ANOTHER Brazilian lady named Jessica, and this one IS gorgeously attractive. Of course I haven’t said a thing about giantessworld or vore .

Tim

From Jessica:

Hey, don't you have some story where two woman disputes a guy and go behind him as he tries to escape by hiding himself in a garden? I guess I already read some story like that, but I can't remember. At least in my dream I won Jenny and swallowed poor Barry down my tummy.

Well, it's still ok as it's still one of my favs!  And yes, my plate will always have a nice place for you to hide while I'm eating. Who knows if I manage to see you before you change your mind and try to run away from my fork? If you try to escape, I'll go after you and you'd better hide well, 'cause if I find you, I'll eat you! I'll have many happy years in my life while you will end in my stomach.

You wrote so much adaptations from that Spooky Spy trilogy that I'm getting curious to read about, that's why I asked if you published the story. I like spy stories and Spooky Spy, considering the parts I'd read in modified form, seems funny and surprising, so I started to think about the original story. If you ever manage to publish it someday, send me a link, I'll buy and read it. In giantessworld I can see the Sneaky Spy; is it a modified vore version of Spooky Spy, or is it just a completely different story with a resembling title? By the way, Percy using 'skills' and 'fancy gadgets' makes me think about the TV show from the 60's. I wasn't born in the 60's, but still watched a lot of TV show and maybe Spooky Spy using skills and gadgets can give the reader a somewhat alike experience.

Wow, so you really do think I'm THAT beautiful? Well thanks a lot, I can't help myself but smile. ^^

Jessica.

“Maybe you should have said something about this mutually secret longing of ours,” said Amity.

“I guess nothing compares with the thrilling surprise I got when you made your announcement of it,” said Merton.

“If you saw that photograph, you’d have already estimated my age,” said Amity.

“That was the other big surprise. I’d estimated your age as being considerably less than 60, until I saw the photograph. You look as though you’re in perhaps your late forties.”

“You’re again very kind to say so.”

“Only because it’s true.”

She held him up to her mouth and pressed her lips to both of his cheeks at once.

“It’ll be at lunch time tomorrow,” she said.

From Tim:

So you saw the Sneaky Spy! It’s exactly the same story with the name changed and some vore subtexts added in. 

My plan to hide on your plate might involve covering myself with a lettuce leaf, or surrounding myself with dessert, or jumping to your belly (ironically, the outside of it), and trying to make it safely to the floor and then running off.

You sure are a stunning pretty girl. Your own natural face and figure are eyecatching.

And you need never worry about me thinking of you as a bad cannibal nor of my not talking to you anymore. Your fantasies are the ideal reciprocation of mine.

I just love the way my story set off a wet dream for you. I’ve been thrilled thinking about that all morning.

Quite apart from the vore fantasy, I imagine your shapely lips would be lovely to kiss.

Tim

From Jessica:

Yeah, I did read it! So Spooky Spy is truly a good story for me; I liked Sneak Spy. I didn't read it whole, and I read it a long time ago, it must have been around 2015 or so. I guess it's time to read it whole now, I'll just download the entire story and see how it goes. Before, I jumped to the vore parts as I was wanting to read just the vore, now I'll read everything :)

Well, if you plan on escaping my belly I advice you against hiding in my lettuce, as I like it so much I sometimes eat it first. Except, well, if you wanna be eaten first too. Maybe you want to have a part of my lunch - being also a part of it inside my stomach, of course.

Wow, thanks!  And if you like my lips, sure you'll love my mouth insides... and deeper... ;)

Jessica.

From Tim:

What would be interesting would be to climb up onto your lips and lie on them while you're lying down in bed.

Then one of my puns might make you laugh.

As you opened your mouth to laugh, I'd fall in, onto your tongue.

And what would happen then, Jessica the Tim Eater.....?

Tim

From Jessica:

Yes, it's good to talk so openly with you about how good you would taste on my tongue... 

After you fall on my tongue, I may just close my mouth and let you resting on my tongue. I'll go back to work and be completely silent for some time while you wait in the dark. Depending on your behavior inside my mouth, I can let you free to sleep with me at night or just swallow you down my stomach, from where you'll never be able to go out.

Jessica.

From Tim:

Maybe I'd find a nice compartment inside your tummy that hasn't been discovered yet, and just live there forever, and you'd feel me moving around in there each day. Perhaps I could push against your tummy at intervals with my hand, sending you messages like morse code.

Tim

From Jessica:

Maybe I have that compartment inside me and nobody knows that... but there is only one way to know: how about jumping in my mouth so I can swallow you right now?

Jessica.

After dinner, Amity asked him, “Is there anything you’d like to do on your last night outside my tummy?”

“I do have an idea, if we could go into the lounge room and put on some music,” he said.

Amity obliged him.

“Is this suitable for what you had in mind?”

“Yes, nice and slow and soft. Could you place me on your shoulder again?”

“There you go,” she said, lifting him gently.

“Thank you. I’ll hold onto your shirt collar with one hand, and if you hold up one hand gently in mine, and slowly move around the dance floor, maybe we could slow dance together like this.”

“That would be nice,” said Amity, and began to do so.

Her large finger and thumb gently held his hand, and he pressed his cheek against her huge cheek, which was at his head height.

They made it through over an hour of music before she suggested that it was time to retire to the bed.

From Tim:

Oh yes please! I wish I could do that. Gulp me, swallow me, take me all the way down on a JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE GIRL!!!

Namely a girl named Jessica.

Swallow me whole and encase me in your tummy.

I'm ready to take the plunge of my life!

I just had the IT guy over here doing some additional computer stuff for me, and things have gone wrong. He has to get another device now to make things work.

But being invited into your mouth has replaced my stress with an eager expectation.

I'd love to travel through the phone wires from my house to your phone in an instant and you can have your mouth waiting to close around me as soon as I'm up to about 2 inches in height at the other end.

If I get to sleep, it might have to be without clothing... because I would have to replace my pyjamas if I had a wet dream about the things you've been writing today. Ooohhhhhhhhhh! The Legend of Sleepy Swallow. (Are these puns good for you too?)

Tim

From Jessica:

Be careful tiny Tim... you're like I'm putting you on cloud nine, but who knows if I'll just sneak in your house, use a shrinking beam in your sleeping self and demand you to walk over my tongue and jump down my throat? I'll gulp the delicious snack you are down my belly and mercilessly encase you inside my stomach forever and, after a so long trip to Australia, maybe I'll also help myself a little with some of your food. Then I'll just leave your house, throw the keys away and have a nice, enjoyable walk around the Park. I'll live my life, have many happy days, wonderful moments, and you? You'll be long gone in my tummy.

Jessica.

From Tim:

That was a nice sleep. Hey, how did I get so small? Jessica! How did you find my address?

Oh yes, that last email… Are you really going through with this?

Wow.

Tim

From Jessica:

It's nice to see you so small, little Tim... I guess I'll just take you with me and let you snuggle in my neck while I sleep to rest a little. I want to be well disposed to eat you properly later.

Jessica.

From Tim:

At that point, I’ll be indisposed. Will I be on the inside of your neck or the outside?

(I can tell you’ve read so many of my stories. You’re saying all the things you know work well on me.)

Tim

From Jessica:

Well, it's something we must try to see. But I wouldn't recommend hiding inside on of my breads, as I woke up a little ago and just showered me, so now it's breakfast time! I hope you had a comfy sleep, but now I'm going to eat my bread with some milk and then I'm going after you to decide if it's time to eat you all up.

If you try to hide inside one of my breads, maybe it'll be too late for you to try to hide somewhere else when you feel my hand lifting the bread you're into. My stomach is empty and I'm hungry, it'll digest anything that gets inside it...

Jessica.

From Tim:

It is becoming quite a challenge to escape. Maybe, while you're holding onto the bread, I'll jump into your boobs, and slide down inside your clothes where you can't easily grab me and work out what to do from there.

Tim

The rest of the emails were lost due to some glitch in the process of copying them from email to Microsoft Word.

Tim Scribener had made what survived available to the entire giantess community, and wondered if the effects would filter into Colleen’s dreams in the giant land in her dimension.

The only thing that remained was her eulogy poem

DOORWAY TO BRAZIL.

When the world was going into lockdown, closing every door,

To contain a deadly virus that we’d never seen before,

In Brazil, another door was opened, through the internet,

When a site (I’d published stories on) became the way we met.

Though Brazilian born, your German and your English were so learned,

That you got my puns and poems, and your messages returned

Your requests for more to read, and then we wrote and kept on writing,

Finding common ground in rarest things, which made life more exciting.

You were sweet and shy and feminine, with kindness always showing,

And I can’t forget the lunch hour when your deeds were overflowing:

I had asked you for a photograph, and you took 34,

Chose the best and sent it straight to me, with hours more work in store.

When I saw that lovely photograph, then something else was born.

Your long hair was like a perfect sunrise, lighting up the dawn,

And your cheeks enclosed the smile which made the day the greatest yet,

But I didn’t know: That rising sun would soon begin to set:

Even though we couldn’t reach each other’s countries, with the virus,

I could see your face (and write to you), assisted by the iris

Of your camera. So we talked that way for several months, until

You then caught coronavirus too, and told me you were ill.

Then you said your parents didn’t raise a woman to be weak.

I replied: “You’re not….”, and still your phone enabled us to speak,

As I said, “We find our strength in Jesus, not what we can do,

And there’s nothing weak in facing something much worse than the flu.”

From the hospital, you messaged on, until the virus won,

But I hope you understood the things I said about the Son,

And the way He offered you a life the virus couldn’t steal.

Now I write this in your memory, as the Lord helps me to heal.

The next morning, Amity took Merton for another walk, and then returned to the house, prepared him in the kitchen and took him to the indoor dining table and sat down.

“In a way, I’m curious to ask something,” she said, “By now you’ll be absolutely convinced that there’s no chance of escaping what I’m about to do, and hence no reason to maintain any tricks that you may have attempted to put over on me. Can you tell me whether you really wanted me to do this all along?”

“I did,” said Merton.

“And are you having any change of heart now?”

“None at all, I promise.”

“You’re a very special friend indeed,” she said.

“And to think that I once worried that that would be the reason you wouldn’t want to gulp me down to your tummy.”

“You don’t need to worry about that anymore,” she said, and lifted him to her mouth.

She slid her tongue over his body slowly and withdrew it into her mouth.

“Are first taste impressions good?” he asked.

“Very good indeed,” said Amity, “When I think that I was once your size, and that now I can despatch you down my throat with the greatest of ease, I’m inarticulate with pleasure.”

“I’ve been ready for this, ever since the day I first saw you,” said Merton.

“Then I hope it continues to be as enjoyable for you as it is for me,” said Amity, “Farewell, darling.”

She licked him again and again and then slid him into her mouth and swallowed him.

Colleen began dreaming again, this time of a boy in the suburb of Braeside in England. As has been mentioned a few times in this story, giantesses and earthlings had discovered their shared ability to meet each other while they were both asleep dreaming.
In England, a five year old boy named Vern was also dreaming. He was an orphan, since it has long been established that orphans make the most sympathetic fictional characters in children’s stories. He lived in his elderly widowed grandmother’s expansive mansion in the leafy suburb of Braeside. One night in the school holidays, he dreamt that he had found his way into a giant land and seen a lovely giant lady walking from her garden into her house. He wanted very much to meet her, but then the dream seemed to confuse him, to the point that he wasn’t sure whether the woman was really a giantess, or merely a lady who lived in one of the houses surrounding his grandmother’s large battle-axe block.

Then, just as he could only visualize the border which led to the neighbouring house, he heard a lady’s voice in his dream, and realised that it was the lady he had been dreaming about.

“Hello little boy, I’m Colleen.”

“Are you a giant or a lady next door?”

“I’m a giant. I used to live in Ireland, before I became a giant, but I’ve been here for some time now.”

“I’m Vern.”

“You seem like a nice little boy in my dreams.”

“I wish you could eat me up,” said Vern.

“I could make your wish come true, if you like,” said Colleen.

“I can’t find where you live.”

“You won’t need to, not when we wake up. Just wait and see,” said Colleen, “If you wake up now, you’ll have time.”

He somehow willed himself awake, and saw that it was still the middle of the night.

He lay awake in bed for a few minutes, and then to his surprise, he was standing in some sort of machine on a giant table, looking up out at the giantess Colleen.

“My machine can bring anyone here from your little land,” she said.

“I love you Colleen,” said Vern.

“Thank you,” said Colleen, “Would you still like me to eat you up?”

“Yes Miss Colleen,” he said.

“I can do it right now, if you like.”

“Yes please.”

“Here you go then,” said Colleen.

She opened the machine and reached in with her hand and gently clasped him in her soft fingers. She picked him up and put him in front of her mouth.

Then she opened her mouth wide and let him look inside.

He saw the most enormous cavern and was fascinated with the view inside.

“So would you like to go in there now?” she asked.

He didn’t even question the whys and hows at his age. It was all he could think about to just go through with it.

“Yes, yes!”

“And if I swallow you down into my tummy, would you like that too?”

“Oh yes!”

“Here you go then,” said Colleen.

She moved her cupped palm to her open mouth, and then opened it more, and he slipped easily into her waiting maw.

She held him inside her mouth for several minutes, and then slowly gulped him into her throat.

He slid down her neck, and reached her tummy. Then suddenly he found himself back in the machine again.

“What is this?” he asked.

“I used the machine to bring you out of my tummy, just like I used it to bring you out of England,” said Colleen, “I’ve never done it before, but I like you so much. You’re so young and sweet, and you love me so much. I just felt that I couldn’t eat you forever, so that you were all gone in my tummy. So I brought you out. I can send you back home before the sun comes up in England.”

“Can you bring me here again?”

“I’d like to give you something special, just for you. Then you can send yourself anywhere, after you make yourself small. That way, everybody will be like a giant.”

She sent him back to England at his home, and worked for days on a machine that combined the shrinking ability of her original device and the teleportation capabilities that she had adapted from Sandra Corlani’s time teleportation technology. It didn’t take that long, because all of the technology had already been invented and used many times. It was only a matter of combining it. Then she teleported Vern to her giant table in the middle of the night again and explained in the simplest terms how to use the machine she’d made for him.

“I’ll show you how to use it. Then I’ll use one of my old shrinking devices to make it small enough for you to use, so that the power cord will plug into an English socket in your bedroom. You can hide it in a cupboard, or better still I’ll just teleport it straight into one.”

She went on to show him how it could be set to reduce his size, teleport him to anywhere that he chose, and then recall him with the touch of a remote switch on a ring that he would wear on his finger.

Then she reduced it to the right size to fit in an earth England power socket, and supervised him making some practice uses of it. Each time he shrank himself, he looked like little more than a dot to her, given that she was giant sized.

“I’ll send you back with the machine now,” she said, “You can ask me questions about it in your dreams if you need to. I won’t bring you back again, because you look so nice and sweet that I might like to gobble you all up for good, and I just don’t want to do that to you.”

Colleen sent him back to England, and he found himself with only a few more days of the school holidays left. In the morning, he had breakfast, and then went walking in the garden.

Vern came to the back garden of one of the neighbouring properties, which was separated from his own merely by bushes and pine trees, and saw a 15 year old girl swinging on a swing set in the garden.

“Hello,” she said demurely, “Do you live next door?”

“With my grandma. I’m an orphan.”

“I live here by myself now. I’m an heiress to a wealthy Aunt.”

“What’s an heiress?”

“A bit like an orphan, except that my Mummy is alive and well, and she lives somewhere else. Would you like to sit on the other swing?”

“I’m too small to push.”

“I’ll push you,” she said, “Come on over.”

Irene lifted him up onto the swing, and pushed him from behind, again and again, while he enjoyed the ride. Then she stopped and sat down on her original swing position beside him. They talked and played together until lunch time, and then he went home. They continued to play together until the second last day of the holidays, at which time he had an idea.

He thought that if he shrank himself, then he could play giants with her. Straight after breakfast the next morning, he used the machine to reduce his size and send him into her garden again. He saw her on the swing facing him, as he appeared on the edge of the bushes. He stepped into view and walked closer towards her.

Suddenly Irene jumped up from the swing and ran over and lay down on her stomach right in front of him.

“I’ve got you!” she said.

“That was fun,” said Vern.

“Vern, is that you?” she asked, and then drew her face closer to him, so that her eyes could see him clearly.

“Yes,” said Vern.

“How did you get so small?”

“My friend lady gave me a machine to make me small.”

“Can it make you big again?”

“Yes. I go back to the machine.”

Irene smiled mischievously.

“Since it’s the end of the holidays, I think we will play a little game,” she said, as she picked him up and took him to the far end of the garden, “You can hide in the garden while I count to 50. Then I’ll come and look for you. If you get through the garden, without me finding you, then you can go back to your machine and make yourself full sized again. If I find you and catch you, then I’m going to eat you all up. You can be a nice holiday lunch treat for me.”

She put him down on the edge of the flowerbed.

“This is fun,” he said.

Irene laughed.

“It will be fun for me, if I catch you. It might not be fun for you.”

“Yes it will.”

She giggled hysterically with surprise, and stood up and put her hands over her eyes. Then she began counting.

Vern ran into the flowerbed and began to edge his way around the garden.

“Here I come!” he heard her call, and then her laughing voice added, “Ready or not.”

Soon he saw Irene running towards the flowers that concealed him, and then looking around.

“I see you!” said Irene at last

She reached down and lunged into the flowers and caught him.

“You got me,” he said.

“Yes, little boy. There’s nothing more you can do now. I’m going to take you into the dining room and gobble you down.”

“I hope you like it,” he said.

She giggled again.

“You’re so nice about this,” she said.

“You’re so nice about everything.”

She went inside and over to the table and sat down.

“Well it’s been fun playing with you, but now the holidays are over, and you’re going down to my tummy,” said Irene.

“It’s a nice cuddly tummy,” said Vern, recalling the hugs she’d given him when he was full sized.

“Thank you for saying so. You’re going to be part of it for a very long time. Goodbye, little boy.”

Irene opened her mouth wide and slipped him gently into it. Soon he felt himself sliding down her throat, and then he reached the top of her tummy. Before anything else could happen, he used the ring to return himself to his machine, and then restored his size. He then shrank again and sent himself to her garden, but stayed under concealment, as he watched her come outside and use the swing again and walk around the garden, and then sit down on a seat and read a book.

Then he recalled himself and saw his holidays coming to an end.

He did not see her in the garden during the next holidays period, and wondered if she had moved away. However, he didn’t see anyone else there either. So it was unlikely that anyone else could have moved into her house.

*          *          *          *

For years, he shrank himself and visited the garden each school holidays, hoping to see Irene again. It was not until he was 13 years and six months old, that he finally saw her again. She had grown into a beautiful 23 year old woman. As she strolled through her garden elegantly, he looked up at her mouth and thought how nice it would be to be eaten by her again. When she drew near the flowerbed, he stepped into view and called up to her:

“Irene!”

She stooped down, bending her knees in a squatting position of sorts, and said, “Hello. Who are you then?”

“I’m Vern,” he said.

“But I distinctly remember eating you,” said Irene.

“You did,” said Vern, “The machine brought me back to it with its recall setting. It happened after I made it down to your tummy.”

“No wonder you were so calm about it,” she said.

“The lady who gave me the machine before I met you is called Colleen. She didn’t tell me she was going to bring me out again, before she ate me. In fact, she didn’t decide to do it herself until after she’d swallowed me,” said Vern, “But I was looking forward to it all the same. In fact, I asked her to eat me. She said she’s eaten lots of other boys, but didn’t want me to be part of her tummy forever.”

“Where is she now?” asked Irene

“She’s a giant, in a giant place. I haven’t seen her since before I met you. She said she might eat me forever, without bringing me out again, if she saw me again. So she sent me back here with her big machine and left me the small one,” said Vern.

“That’s quite a lot to take in,” said Irene.

“Well, if you’ll pardon the pun, I’m not that much to TAKE IN at this size, into your mouth, I mean.”

“No you’re not,” she laughed.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“I had a boyfriend, who lived closer to my mother’s place than this house. So I lived there for years.”

“Oh.”

“When we broke up, I moved back here.”

“I kept coming back here at tiny size to look for you, every holidays.”

“I didn’t know you were still able to do that. I thought I’d simply eaten you up, and I didn’t expect to see you gain.”

“Would you like to eat me again?”

“That would be nice,” she replied.

She stood up with him and carried him into the house.

“It is nice to see you again,” she said, and pressed her lips to his face with a kiss.

“I think it’s wonderful,” said Vern.

“Shall I despatch you now?” she asked.

“Sure. I’ll come back and see you after I’ve been recalled by the machine,” he said.

“Alright, well down you go, I suppose,” said Irene.

She slipped him into her mouth, let him get comfortable for a few minutes, and then gulped him down her throat. He reached her tummy, recalled, and then sent himself back to her house at tiny size once more.

She sat on her couch in the lounge room and held him in her hand.

“It’s so nice to have you back, Irene. You can eat me whenever you like.”

She sighed.

“It does really seem like you’re cheating though,” she said, “I’ve always thought of eating as a very permanent effect. All these years it’s not as though I’ve forgotten you. I couldn’t have. Yet I always thought of you with the memory of someone I’d eaten long ago. Of course it’s nice to see you again, but I don’t generally expect to see something, or for that matter the one example of someONE again, after I’ve eaten it.”

“I understand, I guess. The only thing is that if I didn’t use the recall feature, then it could only have been done once.”

“Once would have been enough,” said Irene, “If you think about it logically, if you keep coming out of my tummy and back again, then I haven’t really eaten you, not properly.”

“Well I guess not completely,” he said.

“Would you be prepared to go down without using the recall feature?”
“I… I suppose I could...”

“Even then, how would I know for sure that you hadn’t used it and stayed away?”

“If I gave my promise to you, I wouldn’t use it,” he said, “I’d just have to think carefully about taking  that step though. I’ve gotten used to being able to cheat my way out, to use your expression.”

“I think I’d like to play our game of hide and seek in the garden again, or perhaps inside this time, but with the knowledge that you know it’s for keeps. I guess I thought I had that knowledge last time, but you then you tricked me, and it explains a little why you were so laissez-faire about being eaten, although you did say you felt like that about your giantess  friend doing it once,” said Irene.

“Well… I could think about it and come back and tell you tomorrow,” said Vern.

“Alright.”

He recalled himself, went for a walk around his grandmother’s home, and though in depth about all that had transpired between them since her magnificent return. The next day he teleported himself back into her place at tiny size.

“I have thought so much about what you asked me to do, Irene. I’ve missed you such a lot all these years, and if you ate me forever, it would be all over, and I’d never be able to see you or do it again.”

“But you wouldn’t know that, if I did.”

“I know, but I’d know it during the game of hide and seek, and during all the build up to being eaten for the last time, and then while it was happening. I love being eaten by you, but I don’t think I’d like to make it forever now. I could still play your game though,” he said.

“Alright, well I might let you hide in my bedroom, while I’m out of the room. I’ll count to 50 and then come back and look for you.”

She set him down on her bedroom carpet.

“I won’t use the recall to avoid being found. So you’ll have to catch me eventually. It’s a certainty,” he said.

“That’s just it. It’s a certainty I’ll catch you in this room, but then it’s just as much a certainty that you’ll recall back to your machine. I’m sorry, but I just don’t think I really want to play this game this way again after all.”

“I guess… I understand,” he said.

“Maybe you’d better go,” said Irene.

He said goodbye and teleported away.

The next day he went walking over again at full size, for the first time since he had done it at the age of five. She was sitting on the seat reading, and looked up from her book as he approached.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Yes, you may.”

She moved over on the seat, and motioned him to sit down.

He sat beside her and looked across, rather than up at her face this time.

“I’m sorry I had to disappoint you yesterday, but I want you to know that you mean everything to me. I haven’t been out with any girls in the last year or so, since I was old enough. I would very much like for you to be my girlfriend.”

She opened her mouth in silent surprise for several seconds.

This was the first time he could ever remember seeing her mouth wide open from this perspective, and he savoured the view in a peculiar way, waiting to see what she would say.

“Don’t you like me that way?” he asked.

“I do. It’s just that your request is a little surprising. Does it not concern you that I swallowed you whole with no regrets when you were five years old, that I would do the same thing now if I could make it permanent?”

“No, it doesn’t concern me at all. I’m sure it must be one of the reasons why I love you so much more than any other girl.”

“I’m not a girl anymore. I’m a lady now.”

“And you think I’m just a boy.”

“No, it’s not that. I’ve had years of dating experiences already, with the assumption that you were a part of my stomach the whole time. I suppose that having you as my boyfriend may just call for an adjustment in the way I look at things. Well then, since I can’t find a way to override your recall device, maybe I should start seeing you in a different light.”

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“It does.”

“I was surprisingly nervous,” he said.

“And yet you were never nervous about being eaten.”

“Well, you did the eating and I did the cheating. Then I did the missing, and maybe you’ll help with kissing.”

She smiled a little, and put her arms around him as he moved a little to do the same.

Their cheeks snuggled together, and then she brought her lips closer to his, and pressed them against his own. He hugged her tighter and enjoyed the sensations of kissing and cuddling to their fullest extent for the first time in his life.

“Thank you. That was lovely,” she said at last.

“It sure was.”

Vern and Irene went on several dates over the next few weeks, and he enjoyed every moment of it. They picnicked in a field, danced in a nightclub, dined in a restaurant, watched a movie at the cinema, and enjoyed each other’s company in countless other ways.

One day he answered his telephone, and was delighted to find that it was Irene.

“I’m going to say goodbye now, Vern,” she said, “I’ve resumed my romance with my original boyfriend my own age. I’ve arranged for a managing real estate agent to sell my old home and send my belongings on in a moving van. You will not be able to find me. I won’t deny that I enjoyed being your girlfriend, but you did let me think I’d eaten you for several years, when all along you had cheated with the recall feature of your hidden machine. It’s hardly a healthy foundation for a lasting relationship, and you’ve always known that I would swallow you whole for good if I could. You won’t be able to trace this number I’m calling from. I’m going now. Farewell.”

She hung up and left him stunned.

For days he considered the possibility of having given her what she wanted, but even that was no longer possible, as he had no way to communicate such a decision if he made it.

Irene was his first and only love, and he didn’t know how to recover from such an emotional loss.

By the time he was 25, he had let his inherited late relative’s house get into a messy state. He’d never had a girl over, never felt any incentive to keep it clean and tidy, and had lost [1]himself in reading novels and stories to take his mind off his loneliness.

Rather than addressing the state of his home, he had a desperate inspiration to try to seek happiness outside it. However, the house could be addressed without his personal efforts. He put an advertisement in the paper:

                                    CLEANER WANTED FOR LARGE

                                    MANSION. PLENTY OF REGULAR

                                    WORK AT THE ADDRESS BELOW.

                                                APPLY WITHIN.

                                    {his address was included}

He used the monitor screen of his shrinking teleporter to keep an eye on a small enclosed park, where ladies tended to sit and eat their lunches. He saw one elegant lady sit down on a seat and rest a large salad bowl in her lap. He used the machine to teleport himself into the salad at tiny size and looked up at her. He saw her hand approach with the spoon and scoop up some nearby lettuce and onion and raise it to her mouth. There was still plenty of remaining salad to conceal his body, and his head was too small to stand out amongst the other pieces of food.

When the spoon reached her mouth, she merely opened her mouth and spooned the salad in. There was no sign of her tongue. It never came out. She wasn’t as attractive as his memories of Irene anyway. He abandoned the idea of playing any eating games with her, and used the recall feature to send himself home. He tried the same thing with a few more ladies, all about 70-80% as stunning as Irene, and then finally found himself in a pile of battered chicken strips looking up as a lady picked one up and put out her tongue wide to receive it. He let her continue, until she had exposed his place of concealment.

“Who are you? How did you get in there?” she asked.

He explained about his shrinking and teleportation machine.

“But why did you come into my lunch?” she asked.

“I thought it would be nice if you would … eat me.”

“I couldn’t do that. It would be such an awful end for you.”

“There’s nothing awful about the sight of your mouth. I’ve been watching you eating the chicken strips. I’m smaller than any one of them now. So you could swallow me intact.”

“I suppose I could, but then you’d be in my tummy, and you wouldn’t remain intact for long.”

“I wouldn’t stay in there. Once you’d gobbled me down, I could use the recall feature to return to my machine, and restore my size for that matter.”

“How do I know that’s really possible, and that you aren’t just tricking me into eating you … permanently?”

“I’ll show you,” he said.

He used the recall feature to send himself home. Then he teleported back into her lunch.

“There, you see. You can eat me all up, and then I can come out again. It would make me so happy.”

“Well I suppose I could try,” she said.

“You might like me more than the chicken strips too.”

She opened her hand and gently enclosed him, lifted him up and held him in front of her mouth.

“Are you sure you want to go in there?” she asked.

She opened her mouth wide in front of him.

He looked in at her huge yawning tongue in admiration.

“Oh yes!” he said.

“Shall I put you in now?”

“Could you give me some licks first?”

She put out her tongue and licked him several times.

“Was that alright?” she asked.

“It was wonderful.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said.

“You’re doing very well. Could you eat me now?”

“I guess so.”

She put out her tongue and lowered him onto it and drew him into her mouth.

He was about to try to look down her throat, when she put her finger and thumb back into her mouth and took him out.

“I can’t do this. It’s too strange. It just doesn’t feel like something I’d be comfortable with. I’ll take your word that your machine would work again, but that doesn’t mean I can count on you to use the recall feature, and even if I can, I just don’t think I want to swallow someone. I think you’d better use your recall feature to go now, and not bother me again.”

He went home despondently in an instant, and restored his size. An hour later, there was a knock on the door, and he saw that his cleaner advertisement had been answered by a grey haired woman with glasses and an unappealing amount of heavy lipstick and eye shadow. None of that mattered, as long as she cleaned up the house. He showed her all the rooms, except the one with the machine, saying that there was no need to go into that room let alone clean it. He kept its door closed.

His experience with the lady who’d ultimately refused to eat him had daunted him too much for him to make another attempt with someone else in the park. So he returned to his novel reading and enjoyed the gradual improvements in the look of his home.

One day he finished morning tea and then lay back sideways on the couch and read several chapters of a novel before he fell asleep.

He awoke in the middle of the afternoon, to find that the surroundings had changed. He was still on the couch, but it was inside a cage. The cage stood on a table just near the top of the stairs. Beside the cage was a pair of glasses, a grey wig and a largely used lipstick and an eye shadow brush. Leaning against a mug was a card which read:

                                                Shrunken young man wanted

                                                to fill vacancy in lady’s tummy.

                                                Apply WITHIN.

His cleaning lady must have somehow learned about the machine! He noticed something else. His recall feature control was missing.

Then he heard footsteps coming from downstairs. A lady stepped into view. It must have been the cleaning woman.

She was wearing the same dress as she had been when she’d been cleaning the house that morning, but the coat had been removed. Her hair was now down. She had no glasses and no eye shadow, as far as his tiny eyes could tell from that distance, as she stepped onto the bottom stair. She was no longer wearing glasses, and her hair looked a more natural vibrant colour. She had the appearance of a 35 year old woman now, and he could not mistake her facial features.

It was Irene!

He suddenly understood everything. She had posed as a cleaning lady, made herself unrecognisable by adding a disguise to her ten years of elegant aging, and must have spiked his morning tea with a sleeping tablet to knock him out for a few hours. That had given her the opportunity to enter the forbidden room, which she had guessed must have contained his shrinking and teleportation machine. She’d shrunken the couch with him on it, put it into a cage she’d brought with her, and set up the current scenario.

He watched as she walked up the stairs towards him.

“Hello Vern,” she said, “How did you sleep?”

“Soundly,” he said, “But I thought you didn’t want to see me again. What about your boyfriend?”

“We’re still together, and he knows nothing about you or this house. I’m here for one reason only, and I must say I’ll enjoy it more with the house cleaned up. How did you ever let it get into such a state?”

“I shut down after you left, just stopped caring.”

She opened the cage and lifted him off the couch, took it out of the cage and then carried both the cage and the couch to the couch’s original place in the lounge room.

She used the machine to restore the couch to normal size, and then put the cage on the table in front of it. She went to the book shelves, selected a novel and sat down to read it.

“I’ve had lunch while you were sleeping. You certainly have quite a private library here,” she said.

“It was the only way to get over you, except I never did.”

“Flattery will get you the same place as anything else you say.”

“Your stomach.”

“We understand each other. I shall enjoy this book for the rest of the afternoon. When evening comes, I’m going to eat you all up, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’ve removed your recall feature control while you slept and taken every step to secure your fate. In a few hours, I will swallow you whole, with no possibility of being teleported out of my tummy afterwards. I can enjoy this afternoon and the entire evening, before and during and after the part where I gobble you all up. Think about that!”

Irene looked at him scornfully, while she made herself comfortable on the couch. She sat upright and crossed her legs, so that her lower calves were in view and looking shapely and strangely more arousing than ever, knowing that they would give her normal size legs the ability to catch him with ease if he’d even found a way to escape the cage and run away. Then they would tower in front of him, with her face much higher up.

He sat in the cage and watched as she opened the book on the couch, turned each page in due course, and occasionally looked up to glance at him with carefree confidence.

One page stuck to the one underneath it. She put out her tongue and licked her finger, which enabled her to turn only the page she was up to. He marvelled at the brief but generous view of her tongue. He thought of how that tongue awaited him. She had looked lovely as a teenager, lovely as a 23 year old, and now looked lovely as a 35 year old.

He thought about the whole situation as he watched her progress with the book.

There was something pleasant and thrilling about having her back, even though he was irrevocably at her mercy this time.

Soon after sundown, she finished the last page, and put the book down on the table.

Irene opened the cage and took him out.

“I think it’s just about dinner time,” she said.

“Well the last thing you said was ‘Think about that’. I’ve been watching you reading the book and thinking about it all, and I put my thoughts into a few limericks.”

“Do tell,” she said.

“There once was a giant Colleen,

Who gave me a shrinking machine.

I used it to cheat

The one who would eat,

Me up, but you’ve caught me, Irene.

I know that you’ll eat me today.
I’m sure that I can’t get away.

I hope I’ll taste yummy,

En route to your tummy,

As this is the last time we’ll play.”

Irene opened her mouth wide in laughter.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” she said, “Is there more?”

“I did two more verses, if I can remember them. Not that I’m trying to delay the inevitable…

I’d love to have made you my bride,

But still I can feel a great pride,

In how I’ve been tricked,

And soon I’ll be licked

By such a nice tongue for a slide.

You’ve every good reason to gloat,

While I shall continue to dote

On your lovely face,

And then take my place,

When you gulp me down your long throat.”

“You’re too kind,” she said.

Irene pressed her lips affectionately to his tiny face.

“Your lips look and feel lovely at 35. That just about makes this all worth it,” he said.

“We’ll see if you think so shortly,” said Irene, and took him to the dining room and placed him on a plate.

She sat down, her high face still towering well above him.

“I thank you for your limericks. I enjoyed them a lot. Is there anything else you’d like to say before I get started?” she asked.

“I have loved you since I was a little boy and met you for the first time. As much as I diminished my own size, my love for you only grew larger every time you ate me, and I can’t see myself feeling any differently this time. You’ve planned your strategy very carefully and left me no way out, I know that. But after missing you and thinking I’d never see you again for twelve years, I have felt a strange relief of a long-term emotional burden this afternoon, ever since I learned what you’d done and how you’d outwitted me.”

“I never doubted the extent of your feelings and devotion to me,” said Irene, “That never entered my head, when I left you before. It’s what never entered my stomach that was the problem.”

“At least you came back for me, regardless of your purpose. I’ll go into your mouth and down your throat loving you more than ever, Irene. I hope that meets with your approval, even without your reciprocation.”

“It meets with both, but that won’t alter your fate, so long as you understand.”

“I do.”

She picked him up and opened her mouth wide in front of him.

“Oh darling, your mouth looks amazing!”

“Thank you.”

Her immense tongue came out and slid over his face and shoulders several times, before she lowered him onto it and drew him into her mouth. He lay on her tongue knowing that this was his last ride, and felt that it was much better than the brief time in the mouth of the reluctant lady in the enclosed park.

He eventually felt her draw him inescapably into her throat, and he was carried down to her stomach with colossal gulping pressure.

Nearly two years after that, 37 year old Irene went to a pizza parlour one evening to dine by herself, and noticed that a younger man was staring at her as she ate her pizza. His gaze seemed to grow more intent each time she enclosed a piece of pizza and brought it to her mouth. She had received her meal before him from the waitress, and finished first, and walked out of the pizza parlour.

The young man eventually finished his pizza meal too, and stepped out of the parlour and walked a little way, when he heard footsteps catching him up from behind. He turned sideways to see that it was the lady he’d been watching.

“I saw you looking at me in there,” she said, “I’m Irene.”

“I’m Gordon.”

“There’s a quiet café up the road. Would you like to join me?”

“Yes,” said Gordon.

They took their places beside eachother on the soft large seat that was built against the café wall, and ordered fruit ices.

“How old are you?” she asked.

“Almost 27.”

“I’m 37. I thought you were younger. You look younger.”

“I think you look beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“I have been in a very long term relationship for many years, but no, I don’t mind you complimenting me at all. Speaking frankly, I think you look good enough to eat.”

“It’s nice to have a lady to talk to, even if you’re not really available for anything more.”

“I saw how much attention you paid to me when I was eating each mouthful of pizza. If you could be made smaller than a piece of pizza, small enough to be swallowed whole, I was being quite literal when I said you look good to eat.”

“Would you really like to do that?” he asked.

“I’m sure of it. I just hope you’re not offended.”

“No… I’m not. I must have been wondering what it would be like myself. I kept watching the pizza going into your mouth, seeing your tongue come out to accommodate it, and couldn’t get my mind off it.”

“It sounds interesting in conversation, but would you go ahead with it, if it were possible?”

“I really think I would. I know it sounds crazy, but I really think I’d be happy for you to eat me that way.”

“If I tell you I know for certain that it is possible, would you believe me?”

“Is it?”

“Yes it is. Are you carefully considering all the ramifications?”

“I realise the outcome would be life changing to say the least.”

Irene spooned the last of her fruit ice into her mouth. He had already finished his, but was far more fascinated by the much closer view of her mouth at work. This time she was right beside him, rather than a few meters away in the pizza parlour.

“How soon would you be prepared to go ahead with it?”

“Well if it could be done, I suppose tomorrow night.”

“It can be done,” she said, and put her arm around him, leaning against him and resting her cheek up against his own, “Just trust me and you’ll see.”

Gordon snuggled against her and began to fully process all that she had said. Here was a beautiful woman, just over 10 years older than him. She wanted to reduce him to the size of a single mouthful of food and swallow him, and claimed that she had the means to do it. He had no idea how she could carry out this endeavour, but he believed that she sincerely thought she could. If it turned out that she did know what she was saying, he felt ready and willing to participate in everything she had outlined in her fantastic speech.

“I moved into a new house 14 years ago, although sometimes I’m over at my boyfriend’s place. I also kind of inherited another house from an old admirer. Would you come home with me to that house and stay the night? I can promise that all your questions will be answered tomorrow, and then we’ll have a dinner date that will make this one pale into the ether.”

He accepted her invitation and was driven to Vern’s old house, of which she had assumed ownership after she’d eaten Vern. She took him upstairs to the bedroom, and then went into the next room to change into a night gown. She invited him to join her in the bed, and then snuggled against each other, talking until he fell asleep. In the morning, he awoke to the feel of something moist on his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw that it was her tongue. Irene was licking his cheek.

“You taste so very nice,” she said.

“It feels lovely,” said Gordon.

“Would you mind taking off your shirt? I’d like to lick your shoulder too.”

He pulled the shirt off and let it fall to the floor, and then lay down and watched as her tongue slid gracefully over his shoulder.

“Can you imagine what that will feel like, when your entire body is just a little smaller than my tongue?”

“It would be indescribably terrific.”

“And you’re still sure you’d like to see it come to pass?”

“Yes.”

She pressed her lips to his cheek and then lay beside him.

“I’ll be back shortly,” she said, and went out of the room.

She soon returned with a glass of water, with white powder dissolving in it.

“This is a mild sleeping tablet, to put you to sleep for just a couple of hours. You won’t sleep any longer than that, because you’ve had a night of rest already. Would you take it for me? I can promise that when you awaken, you’ll be every bit as small as I’ve described.”

“Can I have one more hug first?”

She embraced him for several minutes.

“I’m ready then,” he said, and drank the sleeping powder.

He dozed off on the bed, and later awoke to feel another moisture, only this time it was sliding over his entire chest, shoulders, neck and face. He opened his eyes and saw Irene’s relatively gigantic tongue retreating back into her mouth, and then coming out and licking him again.

“You did it! I still don’t know how, but you did it.”

“You don’t need to know how, but I’ll tell you if you like. I have a machine that kind of came with the house. It’s reduced your size. As you can see, you’re now entirely on the pillow with space to spare.”

“It’s remarkable! I really like it too. I’m not having the slightest doubts about going ahead with what we talked about.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

She brought her face down and pressed her lips to his entire face at once.

“Wow!”

As her mouth drew back, he looked at her dainty white neck and realised he was destined to be inside it before the day was out.

She lay down on the bed again and let him snuggle against her cheek, her neck and her shoulders in turn. He enjoyed walking and climbing all over her upper body and marvelling at her accomplishment in reducing him.

“This was just a vague abstract thought in the pizza parlour, an idea which hadn’t fully formed. Now it’s going to be a reality,” he said.

“It had largely formed for me, the moment I saw you watching me. But then I had the advantage of knowing about the machine.”

They stayed in bed for the rest of the morning, and then had lunch in the garden, at an outdoor table. Then she took him for a tour of Vern’s old house and garden, and the afternoon moved on.

When dinner time came, she took him to the kitchen, and recalled that she’d eaten Vern without warming him up.

“Would you be comfortable with my warming you up in the oven a little first? It would be nice to cook you.”

“Sure. Will you stay and watch me?”

“I’d like that.”

She placed him into a baking dish, with plenty of room for him to lie on his back and look out through the oven window, and then turned on the oven and positioned him inside it. She closed the oven door, and pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and sat on it, crossed her legs and looked in while he warmed up. She smiled pleasantly and awaited the meal he was soon to be.

Soon she came to collect him from the oven, took him to the dining table and sat down. He looked up in awe of the situation, happy beyond words that it had come to pass, as she picked him up and licked him and placed him into her mouth. He was gulped down with mutual ecstasy.