“Can I start on you now, my sweet little middle of the night treat?” she asked.
“Of course,” said Wendell.
He saw her huge tongue come slowly out of her mouth this time. It reached down and touched his own belly and slowly slid up and over his forehead. She repeated this gesture slowly many times, and then moved her tongue in different directions, sliding the side of it slowly against his tiny neck.
“I’ll put you into my mouth now, little darling,” she said, “Goodbye.”
“Goodbye my love,” said Wendell.
He felt her hand moving again, much slower than it had when she had abruptly slipped him into her mouth to avoid his being seen hours earlier. Her fingers were still around him as her mouth opened wide and his head entered her huge maw. Then he felt her releasing her grip, as his head and then his upper body were slid gently onto her tongue, followed by the rest of him. He lay on her tongue in her mouth and thought back to the day he had first met her. He realised that he had briefly wondered if she would eat him, at that very moment when she’d first spotted him while retrieving the baseball. He could not understand back then why the idea had never frightened him. Yet now he knew how much he wanted this experience. He rolled over a few times slowly and then lay on his chest again.
Then slowly he felt Ann’s tongue easing him towards her throat. He was about to make a journey of even greater significance than his unexplained move from earth-T to Ann’s earth.
He felt himself sliding into a vertical position, and could feel her throat around him, but nothing below his head now, just space. He felt himself being slowly gulped downward in the dark, and then he felt the tingling of her stomach acids, as he was painlessly digested.
That had been in 1959.
It was now 1996, and Ann had explained how she graduated, and ended up working on the Super Schoolboy Formula in 1964, and then using it to originate another Super Hero to replace both her scientific wonders with super powers, and Wendell’s tiny size with his shrinking ability. That boy would be Captain Miniature. She had thought of eating him, but dismissed it, especially in 1995, when he re-emerged from frozen suspended animation to be the returning nemesis of the girl who had aged and become Red Moll.
“So that’s the whole story, Martin,” said Ann, “At last I have another chance to eat someone, and I’m very happy that it will be you.”
“It was an exciting life you led,” said Martin, “And I like your mouth a lot, from what I’ve already seen of it. I never guessed throughout your story, that you ate Wendell first. I thought he might have grown up to become your husband, and maybe gained full size somehow.”
“I was married from the 1960s until last year,” said Ann, “It was a very happy time, and I still have a surviving family as a result. There were five years between me and Wendell. There are thirty years between your age and mine. You look so young and tender and tasty,” she said, and ran her tongue over his face and shoulders, “… oh you’re delicious! Thank you, Martin, thank you from the bottom of my heart and from the top of my tongue.”
“Thank you too. I really liked that,” said Martin, “I’m ready for you to eat me any time you like.”
“I’d like to do it now,” said Ann.
“I saw you licking your lips when you first talked to me, and then I liked the way you opened your mouth wide the first time you laughed. I knew I’d love to be inside there,” he said.
“You’re so sweet to say that,” said Ann, “I’ll put you in right now.”
She licked him a few more times, and then slid him into her mouth. It felt incredible, feeling her fingers release their pressure on him and feeling her tongue receive him with such enthusiasm. Like Wendell, decades earlier, he enjoyed every moment of the thrilling time in her mouth, and then felt the magnificent gulping power of her full sized neck as he was drawn down inside her on a one way journey.