As this saga has been published over a number of books over several years, the latest story arc will need some detailed recapping of past events, lest readers lose track of all pretextual plot developments and hence have great difficulty in following the new material:

In Leprechauns and Giantesses Book 6: Bachelor in Giantland, an Australian student named Oliver had taken to filming houses with old architecture on Sydney’s North Shore. This had involved walking the streets of whole suburbs with a video camera, over a period of several months. Eventually he had absorbed enough residual teleportation to develop an ability to teleport from one place to another. He had discovered the Upsizing colony in the giant land, met many upsized women and heard of their stories of eating normal sized young earth men. He had volunteered himself to be eaten himself by each of these women. In each case, he had then used his teleportation power to escape from their stomaches and gone on his way to meet his next giantess. This had gone on until he had met Carol Addison. She had explained that she had once been a D.I.R.E. (DISAPPEARANCE INVESTIGATION RETRIEVAL ENTITY) agent, investigating the disappearances of many people in an Irish village and on Sydney’s North Shore, learned of the harmless Upsizing program, been Upsized herself. She had subsequently been reunited with Kyle, a younger man whom she had introduced to D.I.R.E. Kyle had gone with Elaine Gosfit on the Irish investigation mission, while Carol had gone with agent Dean on the Australian assignment. While in Ireland, Kyle had been caught in the Dimension Shifting affect of the village, which had taken him to a point decades in the giant land’s future. His use of the D.I.R.E. jet had taken him to the Upsizing colony’s district of the giant land, where he had been reunited with Carol, only to learn that Carol had aged many more years than him, because of his time travelling through Dimension Shift. He had told her that she looked lovelier than ever, and that he had always had a crush on her. She had explained that she and Dean had both Upsized and been dating for some time. She had then offered Kyle the further surprised, that she was very keen on the idea of eating him whole, and had gone ahead with it. She had subsequently been discovered in the giant land by a fan of her supermodelling career (which had predated her time as a D.I.R.E. agent) named Duncan, and had eaten him too. Having heard all this, Oliver had told her of his many reciprocated vore crushes, and his teleportation escapes from their stomaches. Oliver and Carol had soon decided on the vore value of Oliver being temporarily eaten by Carol Addison as well. Before they had concluded their arrangement, Oliver had lost his teleportation power, which must have worn off over time. After learning of this, Carol was not the least bit discouraged from continuing with their arrangement, and Oliver had made his way down a giant woman’s throat for the last time.

The events you are now ready to read about are taken from a period before Oliver’s encounter with Carol Addison.

After being eaten by each of the previous giantesses, he had often been in the habit of teleporting safely out of her stomach and back to his home in Australia. Over a period of time, he had developed a pain in his back, when lying on it. He hadn’t felt a thing while walking around, or sitting on a chair without touching the back too heavily. It only occurred while he was lying down, on his back. If he turned to the side, he could sleep comfortably without the pain, but when his back made contact with the mattress, one part of it felt like he was being stabbed with a chisel. So Oliver consulted a general practitioner and asked for an x-ray, which then disclosed nothing. He took the x-ray to a chiropractor who ordered another x-ray, but this one being of the lumbar region just below the location of the general practitioner’s x-ray. The second x-ray revealed a pars spondyleothesis (a rare form of antelerothesis) at the L2-3 vertebrae in the lumbar region of the spine. He had damaged a disc, which could no longer support the bone. So a bone had moved seven millimeters into a jutting out position, resulting in immense pain whenever he lay on it, as the nerves were severely pinched by the displaced bone on one side and the pressure of the mattress on the other. The chiropractor told him that he would either have the problem going forward, and have to treat it regularly with chiropractic appointments to push the displaced bone back, or he could have spinal fusion surgery to fuse the bone to the one the above it, so that it couldn’t move any more.

Oliver remembered something that he couldn’t possibly tell the chiropractor. She had offered the theory that a pars birth defect had caused the problem. However, Oliver remembered a time had impatiently tried to move a giant object at the home of one of his giantess friends. She had been out, and he had not wanted to wait for her return. He had moved the object himself, felt a huge pain start in his back, and then felt it go away after a week of enduring it. He had assumed that the subsidence of the pain had meant that he had nothing more to worry about, just a strained muscle healing over seven days. What he hadn’t been aware of then, was that he had damaged the disc, and that the bone had started to move out of place. When it had reached a displacement of seven millimeters, the newer nerve pinching pain had begun.

So began the most soul destroying saga of his life, and he couldn’t even tell anyone on earth the secret of what had really caused it. He went back to the general practitioner with both x-rays and the chiropractor’s diagnosis, and was given a referral to a spinal surgeon, who could not see him for another six weeks, because of a long waiting period.

The surgeon’s receptionist told Oliver to have an MRI in the meantime, which involved travelling to a specialist center a long way from his district for a mid evening appointment, at a time when he didn’t have a current driver’s license, because of all the time he had spent in the giant land courting giantesses to be eaten by them. He made use of his teleportation power, which was one small blessing in a sea of agony and distress.

When he finally saw the surgeon, he was asked to have a bone densitometry done, which involved a two week wait over Christmas. After a follow up consultation with the spinal surgeon, he was told to have a diagnostic cortizone injection and then diary his pain levels for the next two weeks. At the distant medical center he was told that they had to navigate the cortizone shot while the needle was left in his spine for fifteen minutes, as he lay on his stomach. If he did not remain perfectly still, the needle could upset the nearby tissue and he would have to wait twenty-four hours before they could attempt the demoralizing procedure again.

All this because he had to try moving something that only a giantess could comfortably lift, he had thought, as his mental anguish continued. While the needle felt like it was going to the center of the earth, he suffered in silence, until the directed cortizone shot was injected into the tissue around the protruding bone. He then made written records of his pain levels for the next two weeks, after which the spinal surgeon told him that the results were inconclusive and that another two weeks was needed.

Oliver was going crazy. Had now spent months thinking of all the fun he could be having being eaten by giantesses, if he didn’t have this problem in his own body hanging over his head like a perpetually tormenting nightmare. He wrote a furious email to the spinal surgeon’s receptionist, which concluded with the words:

Anyone can see that a bone’s sticking out where it shouldn’t be, and that there’s no other medical cause of my pain that needs to be investigated. I’ve been through months of waiting and testing and suffering, and I just want to get to the far side of the surgery timeline. If you won’t push that bone back and fuse it, I’ll seek a referral to second opinion spinal surgeon who will. I’ve had enough of all this professional procrastination.

The spinal surgeon finally agreed to operate, and explained that the bone would not be pushed back. The portion jutting out would be ground off, and the removed pieces grafted at the L2-3, to begin a slow fusion process that would permanently join the bones together. This was known as stage two decompression fusion. The first stage was to have a stage one operation which involved replacing the damaged disc with an implant. So he would be in hospital for two weeks, with two operations done four days apart, to give him time to recover from the first one.

The earliest booking for surgery Oliver could get was another two and a half months away, and he had to use the interim time to meet with a vascular surgeon first, as the first operation required the vascular surgeon to temporarily move organs out of the way, so that the spinal surgeon could get at the damaged disc from the abdomenal position. So over months of further pre-operating consultations and tests, Oliver continued to look forward to having the whole experience behind him, so that he could go back to the giant land and enjoy himself in the mouthes of beautiful upsized women. There were thousands of dollars in fees which drained his bank account considerably, and he began to consider no longer living on earth at all. Little did he know that Carol Addison was set to solve his problem by offering him permanent compulsory accommodation in her stomach ... as part of it, when he finally had the chance to return.

He finally had the first operation, and was assisted in learning to walk again, by the hospital physiotherapist. Four days later, he had the final operation, and couldn’t even attempt to learn to walk again, until two days of lignacaine had done its work to alleviate the pain. It was not only the spinal agony that had to be contended with. In order to perform the operation, the surgeons had placed him on the firm operating table on his stomach for four hours. The nerve pain in his legs would take five weeks to go away, while his back was also too sore to lie on. Thankfully, he had already had nine months to get used to lying on his side, from the moment the nerve pinching pain had first started. For now he was in hospital, and it was during the last six days of his extended stay, that a surprising turn of events took place.

His spinal surgeon and vascular surgeon had moved on to performing operations on other patients, leaving him in the general care of the hospital staff. It was during this time, that he was visited in his ward by another doctor named Petersen.

Dr Petersen told Oliver that he had a patient named Ivan who was in desperate need of a blood transfusion. The hospital records had revealed that Oliver had the most compatible blood for the best possible result. Ivan was 55, in generally good health, apart from the injury which had necessitated the transfusion. Oliver agreed to be a donor, and passed some of his own recovery time by being the means of someone else’s. There had been times when he had wanted to use his teleportation power to leave the hospital for short periods, but still had a drip inserted in his neck and attached to an intravenous water supply device on a pole. He finally pressured the nurses into accepting that he no longer needed the pole, so that he would walk freely without it for short periods.  

The nurses removed the drip from Oliver’s neck, so that he no longer needed the pole on wheels as his constant companion on foot. It was then that he was able to teleport from his bedroom to the downstairs pharmacy and purchase a packet of sleeping tablets without the consent of the hospital staff. Nothing the pain management specialist had tried could reduce the nerve pain in his legs enough for him to get a good night’s sleep. The first use of the sleeping tablets knocked him out for eight hours, and he was finally discharged.

Six weeks later, Oliver was walking at normal pace again, and keen to get back to the giant land and continue his adventures in the mouthes of beautiful upsized women. He met Carol Addison, swapped stories with her, only to find out that his medical new lease on life was only good for as long as it would take to be licked, swallowed whole and digested by Carol.

For Ivan, on the other hand, his adventures were just beginning. Oliver’s blood had been irradiated with teleportation energy for many years, and now this property had spread through all of Ivan’s blood cells, because of the transfusion he had received. Over the next six months, Ivan discovered that he had somehow acquired the power of teleportation. He experimented with it and found that he could teleport around Sydney with the greatest of ease. It was by accident that he eventually found the giant land. Ivan was able to teleport around the colony in seclusion as well, unseen by any of the Upsized women. He was able to observe their activities and their vore crushes, and the way they acted on them.

While acting as a vore voyeur, he learned that Moira Bradley (also introduced in Leprechauns and Giantesses Book 6: Batchelor in Giant Land) had an Upsized time machine,which she had appropriated from its builder Clarence not long before eating him. Clarence had been a student of Claire Forlani’s Irish time travel class. He had spent his time in Australia, where the effects of the Ring of Reversal and the repeated use of Colleen’s shrinking devices would not have had the chance to shrink him as a side effect of his time travelling, the way it had done to so many students who had time travelled in the Irish village all those years ago. Moira was planning to take Pandora Montague and Bob Worth on a time travelling outing in the giant land. (For the full details, read Leprechauns and Giantesses Book 7: Love in the Course of Time). Using his teleportation power, it was easy for Ivan to stow away in the giant time machine, while the Upsized time travellers went back in time and discovered the Mountain of Youth. While the Upsized people were ascending the Mountain the hard way, Ivan simply teleported to the top, and found the blue vegetables ahead of them. Hiding amongst the vegetables, he looked on, while he let the others reach the top and act as his test subjects.

When he saw the way the blue vegetables reduced their ages by five years per bite, he thought of his own lost youth.

Ivan had been endowed with a combination of considerably handsome facial features and equally considerable shyness. Looking back over his life in recent years, he had finally seen that a number of beautiful girls and young women had found him very attractive, but had themselves been unaware of his feelings for them. So neither side had ever made the first move, and now they had all been married for decades, while he had aged alone. Ivan tore off a large amount of the blue vegetable nearest to him, and held it in his arms, and then teleported back to the Upsized time machine and stowed aboard once again.

After his undetected hitchhiking was over, Ivan returned to his home in Sydney and thought about the ramifications of de-aging himself. He could start all over again. He would have his youth restored, but all the memories of the confidence and social skills he had built up, which would aid in his interactions with women. They were useless at a time when everyone he liked was married, within his own age group. They would be invaluable with a younger woman, once he was the same age.

Then he remembered something which had happened soon after his injury. He had not yet discovered his teleportation power, but he had met an unusual girl on a dating site, who it turned out shared his fascination with vore. She had actually headlined her dating site profile with the words “Who wants to slide down this beautiful throat?” Despite her stunning appearance, he could understand why such a subtitle would have discouraged every other man from making contact with her. She had used her real name of Carlie Winsom as her profile name. She had long straight blonde hair, full shapely pink lips, perfect white skin, an elegant neck, the sweetest looking eyes, the softest cheeks, and she wanted to swallow someone whole. He pulled up a word file on his computer, in which he had pasted most of their correspondence, and read it again:

“I write giantess vore novels and short stories and poems. And I would certainly love to be goggled whole by you,” wrote Ivan (He realised he had mistyped ‘gobbled’ as ‘goggled’.)

“is that a picture of you?”  (She had followed it with a heart eyed emoji).

“yes, and recent too. Would I make a nice appetiser? btw if that's your picture, you are stunning with those even facial features and full shapely mouth,” wrote Ivan.

“Oooh.  i love a meal that compliments me   how old are you ivan?”  (accompanied by hearts and smiles emojis).

”55, way more than you. I could picture you as a giantess, chasing me through a giant garden, and then those lovely staring eyes gazing into the flowerbed, once you've got me cornered, and are planning to snatch me up, take me into your dining room and place me into your mouth and gulp me down your throat,” wrote Ivan.

“just the thought of it is enough to make me hungry”  wrote Carlie, appending an emoji of a female face with a mouth licking its lips).

“The thought of it is enough to make me thrilled off the planet. I could picture you so well in my trilogy of novels I wrote. It's funny how much your face resembles the way I imagined the lead character would look, right down to the soft cheeks and the long blond hair. But I wrote them three years ago, when I'd never seen you,” wrote Ivan.

“that's quite a coincidence!” wrote Carlie.

“Is there any way to attach a Microsoft Word file (my novel) to a dating site message in here, to send it to you?” wrote Ivan

“no but i think you could send a link to one,” wrote Carlie.

“A link to a Word file? What if it's not stored online, but only on my computer? Like I started our messaging by attaching a photo of me,” wrote Ivan.

“i don't think it is possible,” wrote Carlie.

“I just remembered my Shrinkbook account. I can give you a link to the stories on that. They're all about giantess vore,” wrote Ivan.

“i would love that,” wrote Carlie.

“Give me a few seconds, gorgeous gobbler. Here you are, beautiful girl,” wrote Ivan, and included the link.

“thank you! i have always been interested in what it would feel like to have a tiny man slide down my throat,” wrote Carlie.

“I think you can lose yourself in my stories and really visualize it happening. I build up to it with a lot of character relationships between the tiny and the giantess, so that her plans to eat him really have an arousing meaning to them,” wrote Ivan.

“that's the best way to do it!” wrote Carlie.

“Have you gotten hold of the link OK?” wrote Ivan.

“Yea.   did you draw these cover pictures?” wrote Carlie.

“When I saw your first message, I was about to make brunch. Now I'd like so much to be yours. I didn't draw the pictures, but culled them. Some are just my reuse of old art work from fairytales etc. Others are collages, where I've used a small pic of a guy and a large close up of a girl, and put them together, to make my own new collage of a giantess and a tiny. eg the cover for one of them has a picture of a girl, and a reduced picture of a guy on the run. I paste one into the other, and it looks like the little guy is on the run from a girl big enough to swallow him whole,” wrote Ivan.

“interesting!” wrote Carlie.

“One of the covers is a page from a children's story, of a boy in a giant forest, and then I pasted a golden age gorgeous magazine model (from one of my grandma's old magazines she left me before she died) pasted into the picture,” wrote Ivan.

“so you are handsome, and creative!” wrote Carlie.

“very creative, and deeply flattered that you think I'm handsome. Hopefully delicious for you too.  I can see myself lying on a plate on a dining table, looking up at your radiantly beautiful face, aware that you'll soon be licking me like a lollipop and then placing me into your mouth,” wrote Ivan.

“that sounds like an incredible pleasure,” wrote Carlie.

“btw just to be honest with you, so there's no duplicity, the surname on my profile is not my real surname, but a safe name I chose to operate in the internet community. If I talked about this being gobbled stuff on my real name's post, my friends would think I was a nutcase. But they don't know what my cyber alter ego gets up to. I just made a name that sounds like a Russian one. I'm really an Australian. Happy to trust you with all this, but I wouldn't want to trust my real name (Ivan’s) friends with my giantess involvement on a dating site,” wrote Ivan.

“i know the account is fake, as your profile picture is an anime still, but don’t worry,” wrote Carlie.

“I'd be embarrassed beyond belief. But the photo I sent you privately of me is real,” wrote Ivan.

“it's nothing to be ashamed about,” wrote Carlie.

“Thank you. I told someone about my gts fantasies at work once, and he spread it around the office. It was awful. There was a woman I liked there, who would have made a great vore crush. But her lips were not as full and shapely as yours, and your general facial features are just that bit more enticing too. I'm so glad you asked: Who wants to slide down this beautiful throat?" wrote Ivan.

“can i ask you a question...?” wrote Carlie.

“yes,” wrote Ivan.

“have you ever met a real giantess?” wrote Carlie.

“I wish I had. My greatest fantasy is to discover one of those other dimensional Jack and the Beanstalk type realms I've written so much about, go there, meet a real giantess, be kissed, then chased, caught, swallowed alive .... and I guess then teleport out of her neck, just before I reach the stomach, so I could do it all again another day,” wrote Ivan.

He stopped reading back over his old correspondence with Carlie for a moment, as it hit him that he now had the power to do just that.

“do you believe we are out there? they i mean,” wrote Carlie.

“I can only hope so... because I want it so much. But I haven't seen one yet. I did once dream, that I was walking a country road alone, when a rift opened, and a gorgeous blond giant woman stepped through and scooped me up in her hands,” wrote Ivan.

Pausing from his reading again, Ivan considered that the dream had also been a metaphorical foretaste of his future. Carlie had gone on to provide another clue:

“The first time you wrote that question you said ‘We’, and then ‘they, I mean.’ Your wording does have me hopeful,” wrote Ivan.

“really?” wrote Carlie.

“You wouldn't have asked if I'd met a real giantess, unless you believed it could be possible,” wrote Ivan.

“what would you do if i told you that i was 48 feet tall...?” wrote Carlie.

“I'd be asking: Where do you live to hide that from the general population? and How can I get there to meet you in person?" wrote Ivan.

“to answer the first question...you can't really hide from people when you are 48 feet tall,” wrote Carlie.

“It would be nice to organize a MEET AND EAT,” wrote Ivan, who had succumbed to the erosion of the differences between verbs and nouns which plagued the English speaking world for decades. The words “interrupt”, “invite”, “reveal” and many other verbs were now commonly misused as nouns.

“that would be lovely. the government has hidden me for the last 19 years,” wrote Carlie.

“If I could teleport in and out of another realm, I could technically teleport out of your tummy for a resnatch another day,” wrote Ivan.

And now he could, he thought, as he kept on rereading.

“that would be cool!” wrote Carlie.

“The government? But if they have a giantess, where and why?” wrote Ivan.

“they consider me a danger to the public,” wrote Carlie.

“Are they aware of your vore instincts?” wrote Ivan.

“Yes. they take advantage of it,” wrote Carlie.

“Are you a prisoner, or just hidden with your consent?” wrote Ivan.

“hidden with consent. where else would i go? plus, they feed me and keep me alive,” wrote Carlie.

“So how do they take advantage of it? As a secret weapon to eat the country's military enemies?” wrote Ivan

“no”  wrote Carlie, accompanied by laughing emoji.

“Where do they get enough food to keep you going?” wrote Ivan.

“i would hurt to swallow 50 pounds of military gear,” wrote Carlie.

“not swallow military gear, but swallow enemy soldiers? How do your gigantic fingers operate a keyboard to send these messages to me?” wrote Ivan.

“when people get the death sentence in the united states, they typically give criminals the electric chair. but not all of them,” wrote Carlie, “Some are sent to a secret location in Brazil.”

“How do your gigantic fingers operate a keyboard to send these messages?” wrote Ivan.

“there is a button for text to speech on the device. i use that and a stylus to text.

other criminals that have the death sentence are sent to me, and the government tells the people that they were put in the electric chair, or killed by lethal injection,” wrote Carlie.

“I'd like to find you a giantland to live in, with your own giant house and garden, in a realm known only to you and me,” wrote Ivan.

“that sounds amazing,” wrote Carlie.

“Perhaps one day you could put me into a cake (this comes up a lot in my novels) and then warm it up in your giant oven, while you sit on a chair and look in. I could look out at your licking your lips, looking through the window of the oven door,” wrote Ivan.

“a yummy treat with something even more delicious inside! that sounds amazing!” wrote Carlie.

“Then you'd take me out to the dinner table, add blueberries and whipped cream, while I'm in it up to my neck, eat it all from around me with a spoon, giving me a preview of my upcoming fate. Then you could lick the remainder off, gulp a glass of water to clean your tongue, and then lick me afresh and pop me inside,” wrote Ivan.

“what a sweet little treat you are ,” wrote Carlie, adding another lip licking emoji.

“I'm the blue plate special at Snackdonalds,” wrote Ivan.

“do you have any other fantasies about giantesses?” wrote Carlie.

“Giant kisses, giant romance, but all ultimately leading up to vore,” wrote Carlie.

“are you sure you wouldn't want to try anything new? you only live once... ,” wrote Carlie, adding a smiling emoji.

“Well once I went down the throat, it wouldn't really be possible to try anything new.... except for my teleportation reset idea I guess. I guess I'd like to kiss your lips and snuggle our cheeks together at normal size first, and then you become a giantess and do the gts stuff,” wrote Ivan, “I'm flattered and stunned and utterly infatuated with you, and I never want this to end. As far as I'm concerned, it won't end. You've changed my whole life in less than an hour. It’s just that ... whether your parents are giants or normal sized and you grew after birth, I don't think they'd want a 55 year old guy, however handsome he may be, to be involved with you.”

“my parents didn't support my extreme growth as a child. i was too large to be a foster child. so the government took me in. so who cares what my parents think? the disowned me,” wrote Carlie.

“You just never know what's stored away in Bunker 101,” wrote Ivan.

“nobody does ,” wrote Carlie, with a secret keeping signal emoji.

“The Secret Giantess of Vault 51. I'm writing a poem about you at the same time as doing these messages,” wrote Ivan.

“i hope it goes well,” wrote Carlie.

“I'll screenshot it for you, when it's done,” wrote Ivan.

“okay! ” wrote Carlie, with an emoji he couldn’t make out.

“Would you like a sundae with your order? (namely iced Ivan),” wrote Ivan.

“sounds like a delicious treat! i would love one any day of the week ,” wrote Carlie, with another lip licking emoji.

“Stop me if I've made too many McDonalds jokes. LOL. I'm just wondering how you perform your duties there, when the government lets you out for your shifts,” wrote Ivan, having noticed that her profile on the dating site stated that she worked at McDonalds, which had prompted his Snackdonalds pun.

“i work in a room where they send criminals in and i do whatever i want with them. after my shift is over i wander the facility, talk with friends, get drinks at the fountain. pretty much whatever i feel like doing. giantess' have lives outside of eating people, and some people don't understand that,” wrote Carlie.

“A career gobbler, with down time. Well you can down me any time,” wrote Ivan.

“sounds like a great idea to me,” wrote Carlie.

“Poem's written on paper. Now I just have to type it,” wrote Ivan.

“can't wait to see how it turns out!” wrote Carlie.

“Have a look at one of my Shrinkbook stories for a few minutes (perhaps one of the short poems) while I type up the poem about you. Then I'll send it through to you in a few minutes,” wrote Ivan.

“okay!” wrote Carlie.

“Here it is. Hope you like it, lovely Carlie. {I sent “The Secret Giantess of Vault 51” poem},” wrote Ivan, and attached a screenshot of the following text:

THE SECRET GIANTESS OF VAULT 51.

Chase me, my beautiful giantess blonde,

After you find me, and you’ll see how fond,

Really fond I can be of your plans to devour

Little me, once you have me in your giant power.

I am the tastiest treat you can save,

Entering into your mouth, the best cave.

When you’re preparing to swallow me (slow),

Into your tummy and throat, where I’ll go;

Now lick me many times, doing that first.

Swallow me, after you’ve cured your thirst,

Only by drinking clear water. Your tongue

Must not get sticky. I’ll slide past your lung.

Then he added a further message: “Now Carlie, read the first letter of each line only, in the above poem. What does this acrostic say?”

“it's beautiful! thank you so much,” wrote Carlie.

“You are so very welcome. Did you read the first letter of each line?” wrote Ivan.

“i did. it spells my name!” wrote Carlie.

“That's all I started with. Your name written vertically on a sheet of paper. Then I had to start each line with a word that begins with the appropriate letter, and build out something that rhymes and scans properly,, and gets my feelings into it,” wrote Ivan.

“very creative and thoughtful!” wrote Carlie.

“Thank you. The L in Carlie Winsom was going to be used for ‘lips’, as yours are the 8th and 9th wonders of the world. But I had to use the L for Little in order to fit around the other lines,” wrote Ivan.

“you seem to really be obsessed with my lips ,” wrote Carlie, with a warm smiling emoji.

“Well they're beautifully on show. I haven't seen your tongue yet.,...but I can wait for that mystery to COME OUT,” wrote Ivan, making the most of any opportunity to incorporate a pun.

“do you want a preview?” wrote Carlie.

“I certainly would like one,” wrote Ivan.

She sent a photo of the underside of her tongue licking her lips.

“Wow. Quite a sensuous taste organ viewed from the bottom. I wonder what the top looks like sticking out,” wrote Ivan, hoping he wasn’t asking for too much too soon.

“as you wish my delicious treat! How about now?” wrote Carlie.

She sent another photograph, this time with her tongue sticking out.

MICROSOFT WORD COUNTS THIS CHAPTER AS 502 WORDS ABOVE, BUT IT WAS STILL REJECTED AS FAILING TO MEET THE 500 WORD COUNT MINIMUM. THESE CAPITAL WORDS ARE ADDED TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM.

“ooh, spectacular. Nature's greatest slippery dip. not available at Disneyland or Luna Park. To go on this ride, you must travel to Vault 51 in Brazil,” wrote Ivan.

“so... do you still have an issue with being older...? im sorry i keep asking. i just don't get the option often...” wrote Carlie.

“I'm probably older than your father,” wrote Ivan.

“who cares about my father? he left me and so did my mother. age doesn't matter to me either. im 19,” wrote Carlie.

“Working at McDonalds was a further insight,” wrote Ivan.

“i can't exactly tell people that i work for the government on my public dating site page,” wrote Carlie.

“You are terrific. I was ecstatic when you accepted my contact request,” wrote Ivan.

“i was ecstatic to receive it. usually people don't contact people like me. i don't know why,”  wrote Carlie, attaching a sadness emoji.

“Your invitation to slide down your throat might have just put the average person off. To me it was just what I'd been dreaming of all my life,” wrote Ivan.

“i can promise you'll love the feeling!” wrote Carlie.

“It would be the ride of my life,” wrote Ivan.

“literally ,” wrote Carlie, adding another laughing emoji.

“a boat in a throat,’ wrote Ivan.

“i have more people coming in,” wrote Carlie.

“I've never seen anyone master the roleplay this well before,” wrote Ivan.

“roleplay? this was fake the whole time????” wrote Carlie.

“Yes. You’re brilliant. You’ve got everything so well thought out. A stylus converting voice to text. Not being able to tell people you work for the government on the dating site, to explain the mention of McDonalds. You don’t miss a trick. It makes it so much more fun for me. So smart for someone so young, and so beautiful full stop. I was going to eat a much needed meal 2.5 hours ago when we started talking. I'll go get some food, and then return. No no no! The desires were not fake. They are (pardon the pun) all consuming desires. But the real giantess questions and info make it so much more like it could really happen. And maybe it could. I really hope so. I'll get some energy back while having some lunch, and think further how I can go about being your midday meal too, although for you it'd be a different time of day in Brazil,” wrote Ivan.

“so you don't believe me... i really thought you did,” wrote Carlie.

“Well my part of the role play was to sound as believing as possible, to make it more real for both of us. I’ve always hoped that there would be a giantess descended from the Amalekite giants of 5000 years ago, but there have been none reported since then. The thing that both made it hard to believe, and harder to enjoy was the connection with the government. I don’t think the government would stash a giantess away and use her as an unnecessary capital punishment machine,” wrote Ivan.

“Why not?” wrote Carlie.

“Well the gas chamber, the electric chair and the firing squad work just as effectively. It’s the one part of the story that falls through the cracks. And for me personally, I’d much rather you were in a giant land that only I could find. To be honest, I’d be jealous of all those government officials and death row criminals getting all that time with you. As for it being fake, certainly not. It’s real. I said at the start that I’d give you my real name, so that there would be no duplicity between us. And everything I’ve said (proven by everything I’ve written about it in a web page full of stories long before I met you) is all as true and real as my writing can make it. If I thought I was actually talking to a real giantess, I'd say: Please get away from the government, come over to the unused forests about 5km from where I live and meet up with me. You could stride across the ocean in no time, and then we'd be together. The only problem would be the great number of people who would see you on your way here,” wrote Ivan.

“that's very unfortunate. i really thought you believed,” wrote Carlie.

“Very unfortunate? How so? Roleplay is the standard term used for all of us who have this fantasy in the online world. It refers to the technique for messaging in a fantasy building way. It’s because we WANT to believe. I certainly do. But it’s never been scientifically possible… at least up until now. If for example I saw a video of you at 48 feet tall, and a normal sized person together, moving beside eachother in the same footage, then it would be more believable. If you showed me yourself at giant size in person, it would be 100% believable,” wrote Ivan.

Nothing he could write after that would make her reopen communication. Back then it had all seemed like she was simply someone who had taken a fantasy too far, that she had completely disconnected from reality and taken offence in him for not believing her wild stories. He had made a few more unsuccessful attempts to get her writing again, but had not gotten any reponse.

However, since then, he had experienced teleportation, discovered that his desire to find a giant land had been a reality all along, and now found a way to restore his youth. He was 55, and looking once again at Carlie’s beautiful photographs. If everything he had experienced in the last few months could happen, then why couldn’t her story be true? She had implied that she had experienced some sort of mutant growth which had alienated her parents, until she had been hidden in a Brazilian bunker and used as an alternative method of executing death penalty criminals. That still remained the only part of her story that didn’t make sense. Why would any government official use that method of executing someone?

He owed it to Carlie to find out the answers to his remaining questions, and to apologize for not believing her.

Using his teleportation power, he was able to check all over Brazil in a matter of weeks, until he came across a hidden bunker. Secretly teleporting inside, he was able to discover the truth. The bunker did exist, deep in the Brazilian jungle. However, it was run by a man who had lied to Carlie from the moment he had taken her in. He was not a government official, but a renegade, who had been dismissed, when his insanity had come to light. He had kidnapped anyone whose political beliefs didn’t line up with his own, and fed them to Carlie, claiming that they were death penalty criminals who naturally denied it. She had eaten them all, thinking that she had been performing a service for the Brazilian government, when that was so far from true.

Ivan teleported back to Australia, and took seven bites of the blue vegetable. By now, he reasoned that Carlie Winsom would have turned 20. Reducing his age by 35 years would make him the same age. It warmed his heart that she had found recent photographs of him attractive, that she liked him being the age his was. However, now he could like himself that bit more. Then he purchased some combat equipment, and loaded it into a backpack. He teleported his way back to the bunker, and placed a time delayed knockout gas bomb in a room full of the madman’s private soldiers. Teleporting out of the room and into another, he waited for the soldiers to be put to sleep when his party favour went off. Ivan teleported to a position just behind the mad renegade and knocked him out with a severe blow to the back of the head. He was then able to open the bunker’s large sliding doors, and Carlie saw the sun shine in.

Ivan teleported into the room and reintroduced himself to her at last.

“It’s me, Ivan. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I’m getting you out of here. You’ll be free to eat me whenever you like, but you won’t have to eat on demand for that nut anymore.”

“But he’s with the government,” said Carlie.

“It seems we both believed the wrong things,” said Ivan, “He’s not with the government. He’s an unhinged maniac, who lied to you about your so called death row dinners. They were political dissidents, not convicted criminals. He was using you to eliminate the competition.”

“How did you find me?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you on the way. We’ve got to go before the soldiers I knocked out wake up again. Pick me up and head into the jungle,” said Ivan.

Carlie took him in her fingers and started off.

“So ...?” she began again.

“I had a blood transfusion after an injury several months ago. Since then I’ve been able to teleport anywhere, even into a giant land. How about that? There really is one, just like I wanted. I stowed away in a giant time machine and found a Mountain of Youth in the giant land’s distant past. Its blue vegetables renewed my youth. I’m 20, like you.”

Carlie lifted Ivan up and held him close to her eye.

“So you are. You were plenty cute before though,” said Carlie.

“Thank you, but now we’re the same age. I realised that if all the stuff I’ve seen since you stopped returning my messages is true, then your messages were all true too. So I kept teleporting around Brazil until I found you. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you,” said Ivan.

“I guess it’s too late for me to apologize to all the people I ate for that guy, when I didn’t believe them either,” said Carlie, “They told me they weren’t criminals, but I just took him at his word and ate them all anyway.”

“We’ve both made mistakes, but now we’re together,” said Ivan, “I just wish my teleportation power could take you into that world with me, but you’re so big, and the most I’ve ever been able to take with me is my clothes and my backpack.”

“At least I can take you away from that bunker, now that you’ve set me free,” said Carlie.

They retreated further and further into the jungle, until they came to a gigantic glittering shape of some kind. It was as large as Carlie.

It was in fact the giant Brazilian jungle portal that linked Brazil with yet another district of the giant land. Another woman named Jessica, who had been born in the parallel earth Brazil of another dimension, had once made use of it, after finding the giant land and becoming a giantess. She had returned to a different Brazil, not from her home earth, through the giant portal, walked through the jungle early one morning, and reached the nearest town to find herself very hungry. Jessica had snatched up several townsfolk until she had eaten her fill of them, and then let the survivors go about their business, while she returned to the giant land. (See Leprechauns and Giantesses Book 3: I dream of Giantess.)

“I’m game to see what’s on the other side of that, if you are,” said Ivan.

Carlie smiled and carried him through. They looked around at gigantic trees, flowers and bushes.

“This must be a portal into that giant land you found,” said Carlie.

“I’d say so, although this part of it is unfamiliar to me,” said Ivan, “I got to the part that lines up with Australia by teleporting myself. I wonder if that giant portal is connected with your mutant growth somehow. Maybe your parents, or one of them, picked up some sort of growth radiation from that portal, which remained dormant in them, but was passed on to you, where it became active. It’s just a theory, and there are no known cases anywhere else in the world of girls growing into giantesses.”

“There may be others like me, who just haven’t been discovered yet,” said Carlie, “You didn’t believe me when I told you before.”

“I know, and again I’m sorry,” said Ivan.

“It’s okay. Maybe it only happens in Brazil because of that portal,” said Carlie, “And you did save me in the end.”

She kissed him.

“Oh....” said Ivan.

“I hope my lips didn’t disappoint you in person. I remember how much you said you liked them,” said Carlie.

“They sure didn’t,” said Ivan, “And I’m sure your tongue won’t disappoint me either.”

“Shall we put it to the test?” asked Carlie.

“Definitely,” said Ivan.

Carlie put out her tongue and slid it against his entire face at once.

“Down you go then, I guess,” she said, “.... I’ll see you .... when you come out.”

“Of course,” said Ivan.

She let go of her grip on him, and her tongue drew him into her mouth. The passion was driving them both to such an extent, that with very little preamble, she gulped him into her throat, and kept driving him downwards with the persistent effort of her neck muscles, until he reached her stomach. A few minutes later she saw him appear on her shoulder, none the worse for wear.

“We could have done this so many months ago, if I’d believed you,” said Ivan, “Oh, except that I couldn’t have teleported out again.”
“Well you can now,” said Carlie.

In time she met Jessica, who helped her and Ivan to settle in the giant land.

Carlie ate Ivan over and over again, many times, until, like his blood donor, Ivan eventually lost the power of teleportation.

“Oh my delicious little repeat treat. This means we can’t do it anymore,” said Carlie.

“Maybe it just means we need to be very careful,” said Ivan.

“How do you mean?” asked Carlie.

“Well you can still lick me. You can still put me in your mouth. You can even still gulp me into your throat. You just have to time things properly, so that you cough me up each time, before I can fall right down into your stomach,” said Ivan.

“And you’d really take that risk ... over and over again?” asked Carlie.

“How could I not?” asked Ivan.

“You’re more special than I ever knew. I’m sorry too, that I stopped replying to your messages. I gave you a story that was almost impossible for anyone to believe, and then cut you off when you didn’t think it could be true. I should have been more patient with you,” said Carlie.

“Years in a bunker with a crazy con artist might well have made anyone distrustful, or at least disillusioned,” said Ivan, “I’m yours to eat carefully, for as many more times as you’d like to.”

“What if I accidentally swallow you ... completely?” asked Carlie.

“At least we’ve had a good run. If we don’t try, we don’t have it at all anymore,” said Ivan.

“Do you think you could find that Upsizing colony again, with me carrying you on a long walk for however long it took?” asked Carlie.

“Probably,” said Ivan.

“Moira wouldn’t eat you if you were with me. Then one day, after many years, if we wanted to, we could renew our youth again, if she took us back for more blue vegetables in the time machine,” said Carlie.

“Or we could just sneak in and borrow it, with you operating the controls,” said Ivan, “I learned how it works by secretly watching her use it. It isn’t really hers. I overheard enough to know that it was Upsized without the owner called Clarence. When he caught up with it and her, she took him on lots of adventures with it, learning from him how to use it. Then she ate him and kept his machine for herself. I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t use it from time to time.”

A long life of cautious temporary vore awaited them, with occasional dietary changes to blue vegetables. Carlie would be glad to put both them and Ivan into her mouth.

*          *          *          *

Over the years, the earth had been subjected to a reduction in the male population by the women who had eaten many shrunken males and the giant women who had eaten many full sized male visitors to the giant land. A small group of divorced mothers, who had experienced difficulty in finding guys to date, invented a form of chemical warfare to even up the odds. They created a virus which would trigger fatal symptoms when the potential victim’s skin made contact with lipstick, eye shadow or perfume. The group’s members were known to eachother as Females Of Natural Type (F.O.N.T.). They initiated a spread of the disease. It held the female population in check, maintaining a balance. Some of the world’s scientists diagnosed the nature of the condition, and gave it the name Skintonervirus. However, their findings were subject to the same diversity of opinion that exists all over the internet on any other subject matter. Most women believed the scientists’ reports and went natural in their appearances. A few in every city chose to dismiss the warnings and were killed by their own choices of war paint.

So it was that the female population was reduced by around the same percentage as the male losses suffered through giantess vore and shrunken male vore.

In the meantime, things were happening on the giant land side of the giant Brazilian jungle portal as well. Carlie and Ivan had settled comfortably into the giant land, and were soon friends with the families of Ginabel, Alainda, Amberessa and Jessica.

(Jessica was introduced in “Book 3: I Dream of Giantess” as a woman from a parallel earth who had almost died of that planet’s own virus, but had escaped by teleporting to the giant land in this story’s main dimension and becoming a giantess. Ginabel, Alainda and Amberessa were three earth women who had moved to the giant land and become giantesses with Colleen Balfour’s help, somewhat prior to the Upsizing program legacy. They had briefly returned to normal size and infiltrated their former earth societies in order to lure three vore victims back to the giant land to be eaten, and had befriended Jessica when she arrived and grew to giant size, as told in “Book 4: Upsizing”.)

Ginabel, Alainda, Amberessa and Jessica had told a number of the native giantesses about the giant Brazilian jungle portal, as well as a number of facts about many aspects of earth culture and government. The first three had also narrated the stories of how they had brought their vore victims to the giant land and eaten them. They said that it was now out of their systems, or well and truly digested into their systems, and that all they desired now was to remain settled in the giant land as relatively new giantesses. Learning about this created an appetite amongst several of the native giant women, who decided to venture onto earth with a well prepared game plan. Jessica’s vore urges were in no way diminished by the passing of time. Since she was the only one who at least understood the culture of her own almost identical parallel earth, she was appointed as the leader of Operation Gobbling Little Earthlings (henceforth abbreviated to O.G.L.E.).

Jessica led the O.G.L.E. giantesses through the giant portal, into the Brazilian jungle, and further on, until they marched on the town where Jessica had alleviated her hunger by eating a number of business folk on their way to work at breakfast time. (See Book 4 again).

The O.G.L.E. giantesses took the entire city as hostages. Each giantess gathered up a number of people and placed them in sacks they’d brought with them. Then Jessica called for a news reporter, and three female journalists were all keen to be on the scene. Melissa Dole, Tarsha Bellini and Liza Gibbs and their camera men were lifted onto the rooftop of a building by Jessica, and asked to film and transmit her warning to the world.

“People of the world, governments of the world, my name is Jessica,” she said, “For all intents and purposes, you may understand me to be an earthling who has become a giantess. My friends are all native giantesses from another land. I have made them aware of many economic and social issues faced by people from earth, including crime and overpopulation.”

“Are you getting all this?” whispered Liza to her cameraman, “Apart from Tarsha and Melissa, we’re scooping the whole world on this breaking news item.”

“On the giant land where we live, we suffer from a lack of sufficient variety and taste appeal of the foods available on a world which I have adopted as my home,” said Jessica, “So it is our intention to address our own problems and yours at the same time. As well as facing a problem of overpopulation leading to immigration without infrastructure, you have another problem: All over your earth, there is a large number of homeless children in orphanages, and an even larger number of criminal children in juvenile detention centers. We propose to progressively reduce this number to zero ... by eating them. As the innovative appeal of our proposal might well be lost on many of your government officials, we have taken many hostages from this Brazilian town.”

“Which could have included us!” whispered Tarsha to her cameraman.

“We have brought enough food from our own giant land in our backpacks to last us for a week,” said Jessica, “So we will give you one week to transport all of your orphans and delinquent children to be delivered to us at this town. After that, we will start eating our hostages at random, until you have made delivery. So if you want your families to remain intact, send your delinquents and orphans to this address.”

“They’re absolutely serious!” whispered Melissa, “I’m almost tempted to cut the feed, because of every traumatized adolescent watching it on television or internet around the world.”

“Any orphan boy who arrives in the first two days will receive a free bonus giant kiss before being eaten by the giantess of his choice,” continued Jessica, “The rest will be carried home in bulk to stock our pantries in the giant land. Since many of you seem to have a morally destitute attitude to aborting human infant lives in the womb anyway, supported by morally destitute governments, you should be able to see that our way allowed all the orphans and delinquents to enjoy many more years before facing their fate with us. Being eaten by us will also prevent them from going on and creating more little lives only to give them death penalties of convenience whenever fornication leads to produces unborn offsprint. We trust that you’ll see things from our perspective. This has been an O.G.L.E. announcement by Jessica, leader of Operation Gobbling Little Earthlings.”

All around the world, people watching the live feed reacted in different ways. The leader of F.O.N.T. noticed that Jessica was the only giantess wearing lipstick. The native giantesses all had natural appearances. So any attempt to take out the giantesses with Skintonervirus would only affect Jessica. After that, one of the native giantesses would no doubt assume leadership of O.G.L.E., and the threat would continue.

At the United Nations, the usual debates were soon under way about whether the protocols for dealing with terrorism and acts of war could be applied in this situation. Military land or air strikes were ruled out, because Jessica had covered all bases in taking an entire town hostage and at least temporarily organizing the ‘bagging’ of specific hostages. One politician argued that families come first and actually suggested that orphans and delinquents wouldn’t be missed. He was appropriately called out by internet trolls all over social media within a matter of hours.

Another politician made a point which was universally accepted as a simple point of law. Only Jessica claimed to be a native of earth, although her caucasian appearance did not give clear indication of which country she came from before becoming a giantess. All of the others were from another world and hence not subject to the laws of any country of earth.

Even if they found a way to defeat the giantesses, the world leaders could not prosecute them, because of this simple technicality of alien derived nationality.

This would work in the giantesses’ favour if they were to be defeated. However, its immediate effect would be to work against them, as they were automatically branded as alien invaders and subject to extermination by the will of every national leader on the planet.

In a Brazilian orphanage, an adolescent boy named Fenster was watching the news with a strange fascination. Part of his mind was processing the imminent threat to his freedom and safety, while another part of his mind was fixated on how utterly beautiful the giantesses were. He knew that his orphanage would be one of the closest targets to the town which the giantesses had taken over, making him one of the first potential victims of one of the giantesses.

In West Lindfield, in Sydney Australia, the earth based staff of the G.R.O.W.T.H. (Graduate Recruitment Other Worldly Team Hire) agency interacted with the giant land office owned by Linda Williams and run by other female consultants of the Upsizing program.

“We can’t really send Upsized people to Brazil,” said Linda, “Our teleportation technology built into the Upsizing device would get them there, but that’s not the problem. If we could find the district which contains our side of whatever portal was big enough to get the O.G.L.E. giantesses to Brazil, then our Upsized women could just walk through, and into an ultimately hopeless conundrum. They would have no more chance of getting at the O.G.L.E. giantesses (without endangering the hostages) than earth’s military would. My team and I have all eaten a few earthlings ourselves, and I suppose O.G.L.E.’s demands will address the overpopulation problem.

The first piece of irony in this story is that Carol Addison was unaware of what was going on. She had eaten one of her own former D.I.R.E. colleagues years after being upsized and settling into the colony. As an Upsized woman with years of D.I.R.E. training and experience, she might have found a way to deal with the O.G.L.E. giantesses and rescue the hostages ... if their plight even bothered her.

The second irony was appreciated only by Elaine Gosfit and her Irish operatives, who had recently purchased the site of an Irish orphanage, in order to use it as another D.I.R.E. operations complex in Ireland. The fact that orphans themselves were among the target casualties of this latest giantess threat was not lost on Elaine. She called a briefing of all of her current Irish agents and went over the parameters of their Brazilian problem.

“The United Nations have already pointed out that every military unit on earth has been rendered ineffective by the ease with which the O.G.L.E. giantesses have taken an entire town hostage,” said Elaine, “That means that our own two-stage incendiary weapons are out of the question too. When we first came to the neighbouring village and discovered that it was dimension shifting into various time periods of the giant land for six months on and off, we had to do something about the native giantesses making meals of anyone caught in the village at the time of dimension shift.” (See “Book 5: Internal Affairs”).

“It was one of the worst things I’ve ever had to do,” said another agent, known as E.B.

“It was a matter of human survival. So we vaporized every offending giantess, and then the dimension shifting problem stabilized, so that time travel was no longer involved,” said Elaine.

“Have you finished production of the technology I made available since you recruited me?” asked agent E.B., who was something of a Tomboy and liked to be known only by her initals.

“Our scientists had to reverse engineer it, since you didn’t design it yourself, E.B.,” said Elaine, “We’ve been in production for weeks at our Malibu complex. You can fly over with me and some others in a D.I.R.E. jet, and we’ll collect the units on our way to Brazil.”

Many juvenile detention centers had tightened up their security, in order to prevent their young inmates from attempting escapes, while the world leaders considered what to do about O.G.L.E. Orphanages had no security, given that the residents were not incarcerated. Some orphans managed to run away. A form of martial law was declared in most countries, making it illegal for orphans to leave their orphanages and empowering totalitarian law officers to arrest them and return them to the orphanages.

Back at the Brazilian town, Jessica saw a plane landing in the field just outside the town limits.

“I’m guessing that someone wanted to claim our bonus giant kisses offer,” said Jessica, as she saw a number of children alighting from the plane, escorted by a handful of adults.

The large party walked into the town, where Jessica towered in front of them, completely blocking a street which every resident was now too scared to use anyway.

“May I ask where you’re keeping the hostages you placed in giant sacks?” asked the woman in charge of the party that had delivered the children.

“The sacks are tied and left in the wide clearing beyond the town,” said Jessica.

“That’s the main thing we need to know,” said the woman, “We borrowed a commercial aircraft and filled it with volunteers. They included Brazilian orphans willing to participate in this ruse to avenge the threat to their personal safety, and delinquents who were offered pardons for their contribution to our little deception. We have no intention of actually handing them over to you, and the danger you represent will now be removed.”

“Who do you think you are?” said Jessica, “At one word from me, the O.G.L.E. giants can take this town apart and eat anyone within reach while they’re at it.”

“As for my name, it’s highly classified, although I’m not with the government,” said Elaine Gosfit in response to being asked who she thought she was, “And as for your threat, ALL AGENTS, PREPARE TO OPEN FIRE ON THE GIANTESSES.”

“Your tiny guns won’t do anything more to our skin than the bite of a mosquito,” said Jessica.

“They won’t even do that actually!” called Elaine, ignoring Jessica’s haughty look of apparent victory, “Fire weapons on all giantesses now!”

The D.I.R.E. agents pressed the triggers on their guns, and the results were far from anything Jessica had expected. Each gun fired a beam of light at its giantess target, which rapidly shrank the giantess down to the size of an ordinairy earth woman.

Elaine Gosfit walked over to a now normal sized Jessica.

“I understand that you’re the only one who’s ever been this size before,” said Elaine, “Since you’re a native of earth, you are the only one subject to prosecution.”

“Not THIS earth!” said Jessica.

With that, Jessica’s mind repeated the phenomenon which had taken her body from her own parallel earth to the giant land on the other side of the Brazilian portal of this earth years earlier.

“Can the rest of them do that?” asked E.B.

“Evidently not,” said Elaine, “They seem rather timid without their size advantage, don’t they?”

Having used a stolen shrinking gun to shrink many of her fellow school students for mischievous pranks when she was a teenager, Ellie Blish had held onto the device and made it available to D.I.R.E.’s scientists after joining the Irish team of D.I.R.E. agents. (The accounts of Ellie’s many shrinking pranks are scattered over books 1 & 2 & 4 & 5). Known by her initials, she had proved to be a valuable member of the team, providing them with a non-lethal way of reducing giantesses to normal size, without endangering any hostages. To make their approach to O.G.L.E. look like a convincing act of compliance with their demands, the D.I.R.E. agents had not used a D.I.R.E. jet, but had persuaded an airport that they had the best means of stopping the giantesses without any loss of life, orphan, delinquent, townsfolk or otherwise.

“We can’t go home like this!” said one of the shrunken giantesses.

“Nor can you return here as a future threat,” said Elaine, “As I started to tell Jessica, you are all aliens with a technical immunity from prosecution, despite the enormity of your terrorist actions on a global scale. Your sentence will not be imprisonment in a jail cell. You will instead be sentenced to life on our world at reduced stature. Given that your facial features have been on every news channel in the world for the last two days, you might want to lead quiet lives in out of the way places. My organization can fly you to suitable locations that we recommend. One would be near the base from which I’ve been operating for a while.”

“We will do as you ask,” said one of the reduced giantesses.

Elaine shook hands with her.

“We’ll be taking the orphans we borrowed back to their orphanage home and the delinquents back to be paroled from their detention center,” said E.B.

“Well now that I’m categorically not headed for your tummy, it’s a pleasure to welcome you to earth,” said one of the orphan boys, offering his hand to another shrunken giantess.

Having witnessed the handshake gesture between Elaine and her O.G.L.E. friend, the giantess put out her hand to accept this example of earth culture’s greetings and shook his hand. She felt something unusual about his palm, and gave no sign of reaction to it as he walked away.

When D.I.R.E. had departed with the shrunken giantesses, delinquents and orphans, and order had been restored to the town, people the world over began to see how much they had looked into their own potential for compromising morality, not just on this issue, but on many others in recent decades.

The delinquents were paroled. The orphans were back at the orphanage. The reduced giantesses were best accepted in the Dimension Shift village, whose citizens had more familiarity with giantess threats, and hence more willingness to forgive and accept them. Only one of the reduced giantesses opted to return to Brazil, and was dropped off surreptitiously by E.B. in a D.I.R.E. jet, not far from the orphanage from which the volunteer orphans had come to deceive O.G.L.E. She walked to the outer edges of the large orphanage grounds and peeked between thin branches of a tree at a teenage boy who was sitting on a log reading a book.

Then she unfolded a piece of paper and looked down at it. It had been in the palm of the orphan boy who had shaken her hand in order to transfer the letter to her possession without anybody else knowing about it. For the second time, the reduced giantess read it:

Dear Giantess,

I wanted to be sure to be one of the volunteer orphan boys to be used in the subterfuge which will enable the strike organisation to shrink you. The other orphans are just keen to put a stop to your threat, but to be honest, I had another reason.

When your threat was being announced on the news, like anyone else I was thinking about the fact that you would end up eating me, if the government agreed to hand us all over. However, that was far from being the only thing in my thoughts. I paid particular attention to any news channel that had a camera currently pointed on you. So I kept switching channels to maximize the time I got to look at your face.

This is going to sound absolutely crazy, but I was falling in love with you the whole time I was watching that news report, and looking forward to seeing you more than ever.

If we had been turned over to you giantesses to be eaten, I was going to ask you to be the one to kiss me, and would have chosen you to be the one to eat me ... if you giantesses gave us any choices, that is.

If I had to be eaten, I think that having you be the one to do it would have provided a lot of arousal as a significant compensation.

By the time you read this, I know that we will have defeated you and everything you planned to do. I know that you’ll be stuck on my world and stuck at my size. I just want to say that I remain deeply infatuated with you, and I’m going to tell you in this letter where my orphanage is located...

MICROSOFT WORD SAYS MY WORD COUNT ABOVE IS 506. AS THE SITE KEEPS TELLING ME OTHERWISE AND REFUSING TO UPLOAD THIS CHAPTER, THESE CAPITAL WORDS MIGHT HELP.

The shrunken giantess continued reading Fenster’s letter.

.... I will sit on a log out near the front border, reading books most days, in the hope that you will come and find me ... if you want to.

With all my love,

Fenster.

xxx

Below the xxx kisses, which he did not know for certain would be understood by the giantess, Fenster had written the address of the orphanage, and some detailed directions.

The giantess stepped out from behind the small tree.

“Fenster!” she called.

He looked up and saw her. Closing his book with barely a second to insert the bookmark, he dropped it on the lawn and ran over to her.

“You came!” he said, and put out his arms and hugged her, “I just realised I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Ogla,” she said, “I was the one who suggested an acronym for our group using my name. It was originally Operation Gobbling Little Aliens. Jessica settled on O.G.L.E. instead.”

“It may not have been an acronymn in the final analysis, but it’s actually an interesting anagram of an earth name we have here called Olga,” said Fenster.

“I’ve read your letter again and again and again,” said Ogla, “What love you must feel for me, if it continues with the knowledge that I expected to have you completely at my mercy and awaiting an inescapable fate in my stomach.”

“I guess that, since you came today, then you must feel at least something for me .... something which transcends the fact that I volunteered for a strategic operation designed to trick O.G.L.E. into letting D.I.R.E. get close enough to shrink all of you without risking any hostages,” said Fenster, “They would have gone ahead with it anyway, and the thing I wanted most was a chance to be near you and make a connection before you went into hiding. Otherwise I would never have seen you again.”

“I don’t hold you responsible for my being reduced,” said Ogla, “In fact, I don’t even resent it. Jessica’s speech included an appeal to earth’s leaders to see things from our point of view. In reciprocation, I can see things from your point of view. If your new friends hadn’t shrunken us, we would have eventually eaten every delinquent and orphan on your planet. And there was talk amongst us of picking another target category of earthlings, once the supply of orphans and delinquents had been used up. We made our attempt and lost, and I just have to accept it. Every time I read your letter, I thought that I’d like to accept it in your company.”

“We’ll have to meet in secrecy for a while. But I’m only months away from being sixteen years old. After that, we could live together in a house I can buy with my trust fund,” said Fenster, “I know you wanted me to live in your stomach. But instead, at least you can live in my house.”

“I’d like that,” said Ogla.

“And there’s one more thing,” said Fenster, “To use an earth expression, you might well be able to have your cake and eat it. Agent E.B. told me about tiny earthlings called leprechauns, while we were on the plane. If I were to buy a house in Ireland, you would have a chance to look for a leprechaun to capture. You’d be as large compared to them now as you used to be compared to me, when you were a giant.”

“I don’t know what to say!” said Ogla, and kissed him passionately.

*          *          *          *

In the Upsizing Colony in the giant land, former actress Pandora Montague was spending some time in the garden which now surrounded her old house. It had been upsized when she’d moved from earth a while ago. (For her full story, see “Leprechauns & Giantesses Book 7: Love in the Course of Time.”) While she was sitting on the lawn in her garden, she heard a rustling sound in the flowerbed. She crawled over and looked down into the flowerbed, and saw a normal sized boy walking over some dead leaves, which explained the slightly crackly sound that she had heard. She lowered her head a little, so that he couldn’t help but notice her, and beamed in at him.

“You’re ... Pandora Montague from ‘Marriage ain’t easy’!” he said.

“Well you’re not the first teenager who’s watched it, I’ve learned over time, even though it’s a sitcom that was primarily aimed at an adult demographic television viewing audience,” said Pandora.

“I mainly watched it ... to look at you,” he said, “I’m Gerry.”

“It’s flattering to know that they’re still rerunning it twenty years after the first season went to air,” said Pandora.

“Twenty years ... but you look exactly the same now... except that you’re a lot larger ... which is even better,” said Gerry.

“Tell me how you came to be here, and then I’ll explain what I imagine will be my somewhat more complicated circumstances,” said Pandora.

“I was being bullied endlessly at school. When the holidays started, I found a portal into this land, the one that comes out near the giant offices of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency. I started to explore this land, and decided never to go back to earth. A friendly upsized housewife near you has been leaving food out for me in a toy house that she put in her garden. Today I went for a walk and ... well, I looked up and there you were, with your lips looking so big and as beautiful as ever,” said Gerry.

“I came here when my daughter’s family upsized, along with my partner Bob. We made friends with a lady named Moira, who has an upsized time machine. She took us on a trip into this land’s ancient past, where we discovered the Mountain of Youth. We climbed to the top and found that its blue vegetables reduced our ages, by five years per bite,” said Pandora.

“Stay young and healthy with a balanced vegetarian diet,” said Gerry.

“Haha, yes...So Bob and I renewed our youth, which made settling in this land even more enjoyable. We had both had our houses upsized, and I still spend some time here at mine,” said Pandora, reaching down with her hand and gently lifting him up in front of her face.

“Oh ... I see,” said Gerry.

Pandora turned her hand a little, so that he was pivotted along with it, and then pressed her lower lip to the left side of his face, enveloping it entirely.

“You’re a sweet young fan,” she said.

“Well ... thank you for doing that,” said Gerry.

She turned him the other way, and evened up the effect on his cheeks, by going to work on the right side of his face too.

He remained speechless, feeling the delicate grip of her fingers around him and wondering what to make of the situation.

Pandora’s tongue came out of her mouth and slid slowly over his neck and his face.

“You taste even nicer than Lennox,” she said.

“Do you have another friend my size here?” asked Gerry, feeling somewhat shocked all of a sudden.

Her kisses on his cheeks and the feel of her tongue touching him had gone a long way towards compensating for the presence of Bob in her life. In fact, he felt that he had enjoyed pleasures that were not available to an Upsized man at this point. However, to think that he would have to share her fan kisses with someone else bothered him a lot more than his awareness of Bob.

“I did for a while,” said Pandora, “We came here together, although Bob never knew about Lennox. He was in his twenties, when he arrived. He took two bites of the blue vegetable, which restored more of his youth to around the age you are now.”

“Is he back on earth?” asked Gerry.

“Not these days,” said Pandora, “He came here so that he could fulfil a longing of mine, which he did very willingly out of devotion to me. While we were still on earth, while Bob and I were planning to come here, I was secretly temporarily courting Lennox, so that I could lure him here. Once we had arrived, I was intending to surprise Lennox by telling him that I had been planning to swallow him whole all along. He was to be the greatest meal treat of my life. He learned about it on earth, when my daughter tipped him off, out of greater loyalty to his well-being than to my dining fantasy. Lennox told me that he loved me so much, that he wanted to come here and be my dinner anyway. It was only after we got here, that we found that we had the chance to reduce our ages prior to the gobbling.”

Gerry was now focussed on one pertinent factor which stood out from all of the other things that she had just told him.

Pandora had been prepared to eat Lennox at a point when she had had no idea that he would participate willingly in the whole affair. It seemed very unlikely that she would be going to show Gerry any mercy. His neck and his face were still moist from their contact with her giant sized tongue. She wouldn’t have performed such a taste testing experiment, if she hadn’t planned on eating Gerry too.

Her mouth looked so inviting, and it seemed like the ultimate escape from the complexities of being a fan who might never even have another kiss on the cheek from her. However, the result would be so final, so irreversible, and so heavily stacked in her favour.

“It was only a few weeks ago that I was still on earth, watching that show, straining my eyes to look into what the camera caught of your beautiful mouth, any time your character laughed. I never imagined that I’d have the opportunity to be eaten by it,” said Gerry, “Could you put me inside your mouth, on your tongue, for a bit of a pre-episode opening credits teaser now?”

It had just come to his mind, that there might well be a way of outwitting her. Lennox had given her the ability to believe that a fan would in fact look forward to the idea of being eaten whole by her. If Gerry could persuade her that he felt the same level of devotion as Lennox, right down to the willingness to be swallowed whole by Pandora, then she might just leave her guard down enough to give him a chance to escape from her altogether.

“Consider it done,” she said.

She opened her mouth wide, and slid him over her lower lip and onto her tongue. Pandora closed her mouth and let him lie there in comfort.

A few minutes later, she opened her mouth and took him out. He saw that he was now in her kitchen, and that she had placed a lemon roulade on a plate on the kitchen bench.

“Wow, that looks nice!” he said, “Maybe you could put me in that, and eat around me, and then lick the rest off me, before you send me down for my final thrill.”

“Great minds think alike. That’s exactly what I had in mind,” said Pandora.

“I love your big sparkling tongue so much,” said Gerry.

“I have a few small chores to do before lunch. Don’t worry. They won’t take long. I’ll take a jug of water and a glass to the dining room now, and then get those other tasks finished. I’ll see you in about half an hour ... for lunch,” said Pandora.

Gerry watched her walk out of the room. He could see no way to get down to the ground from the bench. The only thing that she had left him, which would be of any use in planning an escape when and if the opportunity arose, was the half hour itself.

Half an hour was long enough for her to think that he had had time to make an escape .... if she found that he was missing when she came back.

Gerry squatted down with his back to the side of the roulade. Resting his hands on the side of the plate, he pushed back with his legs and feet, easing himself slowly into the roulade. He edged back, until he could just see out from the side of it. Then he pulled some of the displaced segments of the roulade back into their original position, so that his face was covered. Using his fingers, he poked two tiny holes in the restored roulade wall, for his eyes to peek through, and then he waited for Pandora’s return.

He saw her come into the room and look at the kitchen bench in surprise. She looked around the top of the bench, and then down at the floor. Then she opened the kitchen window and called out, expecting her words to be heard by a Gerry who had somehow made it to the garden outside.

“I don’t know how you got off the kitchen bench, but your acting is better than any performance I ever gave on screen! I’m coming to get you, young fan, and then we’ll pick up right where we left off in preparing you for my lunch!”

Pandora ran out of the room. He soon saw her running away from the house, headed for the flower bed where she had first found him. At last she had made her crucial mistake. Believing him to have already escaped, not thinking to look for him in the one hiding place which was supposed to have been eaten by her in the near future, she had opened the kitchen window and then left the room.

Gerry looked outside the window. There was a vine growing up a small pole in the garden, but it was too far away for him to reach. He looked around the kitchen bench, and came to a tray of tools, including a kebab skewer. He lifted it up and carried it to the front of the bench, so that he now stood as far from the window as he could be, without falling off the edge and onto the kitchen floor.

Holding the kebab skewer in his hands, so that it was parallel to the ground, and pointed out in front of him, Gerry ran towards the window opening, thrust the sharp end of the skewer into the wooden window ledge, and pole vaulted out the window, using the kebab skewer pole to gain extra distance, rather than more height. He had never watched the olympics, and had no idea whether or not a pole had ever been used to facilitate a long jump, rather than a high jump. However, for Gerry, the kebab skewer pole had served its purpose. He flew far enough to reach the vine, and began climbing down to the garden bed below.

Looking out into the distance, he could see Pandora walking around the flower bed, keenly searching for him. The fact that she could find it in her heart to pursue him so relentlessly, to have called out to him in a tone that suggested that he had done her some wrong by escaping ... well it was both arousing and staggering at the same time.

When he reached the bottom of the vine, Gerry saw that Pandora was still staring down into the distant flowerbed. He could not cross the lawn without making himself a wide open target. He would have to make his way around the garden bed which surrounded the house, and look for a chance to run off in another direction, once he would be completely out of sight of Pandora.

He was about to head off, when he saw Pandora turn from the flower bed, and start walking back towards the house. She had a look of annoyance on her face, obviously in reaction to his escape. He backed further in behind some flowers, so that she would not see him on her way back inside, and thought through his escape plans again. He decided that it would still be unwise to run across the lawn to the back of her property from his current position. She would only have to look out of the kitchen window in order to see him, and once he was in her line of sight, he could not possibly hope to outrun her giant legs. His best chance was still that of sneaking around the house and finding a way to leave her property by the side border instead of the one at the back.

Pandora stopped walking and put her hand up, as if to shield her eyes from the sun. There was something that didn’t quite make sense to him. Gerry was looking into the direct glare of the sun, as long as he kept his head facing in her direction. Pandora, on the other hand, had her back to the sun. There was no reason for her to place any cover above her eyes. She lowered her hand and pivotted marginally, and then continued walking again. She was now headed straight in his direction. He edged back silently, making sure that there were no dry leaves to give him away this time, and looked up out at her. It seemed pointless. He thought that he had stayed out of sight, from the moment that he had reached the bottom of the vine. Yet Pandora must have seen him, if she had changed direction and walked straight over to the garden bed that he had hoped would have concealed him. Pandora stopped at the edge of the lawn, but she was no longer looking in his direction. She was looking at the window, and then down at the base of the vine, and then just behind it. She bent over and reached down into the garden, and picked something up.

When Pandora’s hand came out of the garden, he saw that she was holding the kebab skewer, which had fallen to the ground after he had let go of it only seconds before grabbing the vine. Looking up, he saw that it was shining brightly in the sunlight. It was then that Gerry knew exactly what had caused her to put her hand on her forehead above her eyes. She had seen the sunlight glinting off the kebab skewer, and considered it to be no coincidence that the gleaming light came from a position just below the window that she had left open.

She gazed around the garden bed.

“It seems you must have jumped out the window with this, after I came out to hunt you down,” said Pandora, “How it broke your fall I don’t know. Maybe it struck the ground first, and took some of the impact. Maybe you just got lucky, since you’re not still standing here where it fell. I don’t know how you tricked me into thinking you had already escaped either. Perhaps you can fill in those gaps for me before you start filling in some space in my tummy. That will be after I’ve caught you, and this time, young fan, I will!”

She turned and walked along the grass in the opposite direction, away from the direction in which Gerry had headed. Every now and then she would bend down, and use her hand to part the flowers which might otherwise have gone on to conceal an earthling sized boy on the run. Gerry ran as fast as he could in the direction he had originally been going. More than ever, he now had to find his way out the side of her property, while Pandora was busy searching in the other direction.

He came to the corner of the house, and saw that there was a very long stretch of lawn between him and the side border of the property. Then he looked back and saw that Pandora was now slowly walking just past the vine, in his direction. She must have finished searching the other end and worked out that he had been fleeing in the opposite direction. He didn’t have the smallest hope of crossing the lawn in plain sight, before she ran over and caught him in a fraction of the time it would have taken him to reach the side border. The only thing he could do was remain in the garden bed, and head along the side of the house in search of a better hiding place.

He ran for all he was worth. Soon he heard her voice again, and looked back and peeked out.

“I guess you must have had enough time to make it around this corner, and there’s only one direction you could have gone. I’m coming for you, little fan.”

He turned and ran again, but she was catching him up with ease. Soon she was on the lawn right beside his current hiding place.

Gerry watched as Pandora reached in and parted the flowers that concealed him, and then snatched him up, smiling with glee.

“I thought if I could make you believe that I was as keen as Lennox to be eaten, then I might have the chance to sneak off,” said Gerry, “Since I’d already complimented your mouth before you gave any hints about wanting to eat me for your lunch, I figured you’d fall for it.”

“It was a good game plan,” said Pandora.

She kissed his cheeks again and carried him inside.

“I used the kebab skewer to pole vault to the top of the vine that was growing up the side of that small tree. I hadn’t thought about the sun shining on it later. If only that had occurred to me, I could have hidden the pole amongst the undergrowth before you headed back towards the house,” said Gerry.

“And then what would you have done?” asked Pandora.

“I’d have waited until you had given up the search altogether, and then run off towards the side border of the property. That’s why I was going in that direction when you found me,” said Gerry.

“You might well have made it, especially if you’d waited until after dark,” said Pandora, “The one thing I still don’t understand is why I couldn’t find you on the bench BEFORE you escaped.”

“Lick me,” said Gerry.

He watched in awe as her tongue came out and slid over his face and neck once more.

“Roulade,” said Pandora, “Most of it must have fallen off you during the rest of your escape attempt, but what little stuck to your skin has just been moved to my tongue. So you hid inside it, to make me think you’d already escaped.”

“I still didn’t have a plan for the real escape. You said I might have gotten away if I’d hidden that kebab skewer before I started running for it. I never would have found a way to make the attempt, if you hadn’t left the window open. Still here we are, and you’ve got me again. I wasn’t lying about how beautiful your mouth looks, or how nice it was and will be again to go inside it,” said Gerry.

“I believe you,” said Pandora.

She slid him into the top of the roulade this time, and went to wash her hands.

Pandora came back and carried the plate to the dining room table, where he could see the jug of water and glass positioned behind a large dessert spoon. She sat down and beamed at him.

“It was wonderful to have the chance to meet you,” he said.

“Thank you for being such an engaging young co-star today,” said Pandora, spooning the first piece of roulade towards her mouth.

Her eyes twinkled down at him, as she sensuously spooned the dessert onto her tongue and ate it.

She made every one of those spoonfuls’ journeys look as arousing as possible.

“You’re sure making this easier to prepare for,” said Gerry.

“Anything to please a fan,” said Pandora, licking the spoon after the last mouthful of isolated roulade had been swallowed.

She slid the spoon gently under Gerry’s feet, which were resting on a small amount of roulade, and started lifting it.

“I’ll just get into a better position,” said Gerry, and sat down on the spoon with his lower legs dangling off the side.

He watched as the spoon was drawn up towards her mouth, and then saw her licking his legs clean. Then she sensuously went to work on the rest of him, until all of the roulade was licked from him. Then she lowered the spoon to a clean side of the plate, and licked the spoon a few times, until it was totally clean.

He watched as Pandora put down the spoon on the table, poured a glass of water from the jug, raised it to her mouth, tilted her head back, and drank eagerly from the glass. He watched her neck stretched a little, as her head remained tilted while she swallowed the water. Then she put the glass down and placed the spoon beside him, beckoning him to lie back on it, lifted it up with him, and held him in front of her face.

“Tell me if my tongue is all cleaned up,” she said.

Pandora put out her tongue in front of him.

“Sparkling clean and drop dead beautiful,” he said, lying back a little with his head resting on the spoon handle, while most of his body now lay on the spoon, with only his feet and ankles suspended over the front edge.

“All the better to lick you with,” said Pandora.

She held the spoon in front of her mouth, and licked Gerry over and over again.

“I’m almost surprised I ran away from this,” he said, when she finally stopped.

“I’m honoured that you enjoyed it,” said Pandora.

“I’ll enjoy the rest, after a fashion too,” said Gerry.

“Have as much fun as you can, little fan, and goodbye,” said Pandora, “Since an episode of that sitcom lasted 23 minutes without commercials, I’ll let you stay on my tongue for 22 minutes. You might like to hum the end credits theme when you feel me start to swallow you.”

“I managed to memorise that tune, even with stupid station announcements about upcoming programs being voiced over the end credits. Any idiot can read a TV guide. They don’t need to ruin end credits themes with somebody saying ‘stay on this channel now for the news and weather’,” said Gerry.

“It happens on American networks too. Well, stay on this tongue now for the thrills and the inevitable ...” said Pandora.

She opened her laughing mouth wide and placed him onto her tongue. He lay there in ecstacy, no longer wasting any emotional effort on wishing he could have escaped, but merely enjoying the pleasurable aspects of the situation for as long as they remained in play. Their season finale came to an end, as he felt her tongue and throat going to work, and he could soon feel himself sliding in a downward direction.

*          *          *          *

Fenster (last seen in Chapter 24) turned 16, left the orphanage, purchased his Irish home, and continued to enjoy his romance with Ogla. They would often sit on the bench in the village public gardens and hold hands, as well as kissing eachother at times when there was nobody else around. One day they were talking, hand in hand on the bench, when a group of mothers left their children playing in the play area and walked over to approach Fenster and Ogla.

“We represent a concerned mothers group,” said their spokeswoman to Ogla, “You have been recognised as one of the giantesses on television who threatened an entire town in an attempt to eat all of earth’s orphan children. Many of us have been bringing our children to these gardens for a number of years, and we don’t feel comfortable with somebody like you making her presence felt in this area, or even in this town for that matter. We understand that you are stuck on our planet now, and you have to live somewhere. However, we would ask that you don’t come into this park in the daylight hours in the future.”

“She’s not a giant anymore, and what she might have gone on to do has no bearing on her presence here now,” said Fenster.

“Nevertheless, her people declared an interest in eating children on global television,” said the spokeswoman.

“None of your kids look old enough to have watched that news coverage,” said Fenster.

“But we’ve seen it, and although she’s no longer a giantess, this woman is still an adult who has the capacity to capture and eat a child,” said the spokeswoman.

“Well she’s not going to do that. She only likes to swallow them whole. I said I’d help her hunt for leprechauns to eat. So your children have nothing for you to worry about,” said Fenster.

“Is that supposed to be sufficiently reassuring?” asked the spokeswoman.

“If you need reassurance, take it from your own presence here. You all come to these gardens with your children. You keep an eye on them while they’re playing, and you take them home again. There isn’t a single reason that Ogla and I can’t come here too,” said Fenster.

“You can come here as often as you like, but don’t bring her with you,” said the spokeswoman.

“You don’t have any legal standing to make that demand. Ogla’s people were shrunken to our size and given a form of diplomatic immunity to become part of our society. There were no restrictions placed on where they could go. If you don’t like it, then stop coming to the park yourselves, and take your children somewhere else to play,” said Fenster.

“You haven’t heard the end of this!” said the spokeswoman, “Her continued danger to child welfare is still highly evident by her involvement with you.”

“I’m sixteen,” grated Fenster, making no effort to hide the anger in his voice, “And it’s entirely my own business to make my own decisions about whom I choose to date.”

“Except that your lack of objectivity compromises the safety of our children,” said the spokeswoman.

“You can take your protection mentality anywhere else but here. You’ll have no legal support from anyone to move either of us out of these gardens. The only peace that’s been disrupted today has been ours, not yours!” said Fenster.

The spokeswoman glared at him in silent fury and turned and led her group away. They gathered up their children and took them to another part of the public gardens.

“The nerve of that rabble rouser to treat us like that,” said Fenster.

“Not us, just me,” said Ogla.

“Who cares what they think of you anyway? I love you,” said Fenster.

“You really mean that, don’t you?” said Ogla.

“Completely,” said Fenster.

“But you know that I would have long since gobbled you whole by now, if I could have kept my original size. Have you also understood that, if I could ever get my original size back, I still would gobble you all up? No matter how much I love you, and no matter how much I’ve enjoyed your affections during our time together, I would make a delicious dinner out of you for sure, if I had the chance,” said Ogla.

“I understand that. I’ve always known and understood all of that. It just makes you all the more exciting to be with, and our time together all that more special,” said Fenster, “I love you, and there’s nothing that biggotted group of do gooder mothers can do or say to change how I feel about you.”

“I love you too,” said Ogla, bursting into tears, “You’re so sweet and kind, that I can’t help loving you so much. It’s just that ... I already loved someone else at least as much first.”

“You mean ... one of your own people?”

“Yes. We were together for many years. He didn’t know anything about Jessica’s plans to invade earth to eat orphans. As soon as we’d divided up the ones we’d captured, I was going to take my share back to my house and ration them out over several enjoyable meals to come, still without telling my partner,” said Ogla, “After your people’s defenders reduced me to this size, I could never go back to rejoin my own society ... or to be with him again. Your offer came just at the right time, and I’ve tried to love you and you alone, but I still think of being a giant with my first partner every day. Well and truly worked into that fantasy is the fact that I still think about eating you happily back in my giant house, all the time.”

“I’m sorry to hear that you’ve been going through all that without knowing that you could tell me about it,” said Fenster, “You’re still my first love, and I don’t mind being your second.”

“If there were only some way to go back to how things were,” said Ogla, as his finger wiped a tear from just below her eye.

“I would do anything to make you as happy as possible,” said Fenster.

“I wouldn’t be able to come back here and try to eat people again, or your D.I.R.E. agents would just shrink me all over again, but at least I’d be home, with my first partner.”

“I hope you don’t mind me eavesdropping,” said Ellie Blish, stepping out from behind the bushes that grew behind their seat.

“You’re one of the agents who shrank us,” said Ogla.

“And the one assigned to keep an eye on you,” said Ellie, “Elaine Gosfit knew that some of you might encounter difficulties in  trying to integrate yourselves into our society, if you came across people who recognised you from the television news coverage. I was aware of that mothers group’s intentions towards you, and would have stepped in if they’d posed a physical threat to your safety.”

“I can look after her myself,” said Fenster, “But thank you for watching our backs.”

“I provided the original shrink ray,” said Ellie, “I actually kind of got it from somewhere in the school I attended as a teenager, years ago. I used to go around shrinking the occasional boy with it, and amusing myself with thoughts of the state I’d left him in. Once I even decided to date a boy first, then shrink him and then eat him. So I can see things from Ogla’s point of view. D.I.R.E. reversed engineered several more shrink ray guns from the one I made available to them.”

“And they don’t know what you used to get up to with it?” asked Fenster.

“Nope,” said Ellie.

“I won’t give anything away,” said Fenster, “But why did you risk telling us?”

“For Ogla’s sake,” said Ellie, “The ray gun has a reverse setting. It can restore the size of anything or anyone that’s been shrunken by it. In fact, we’ve even learned of a colony of enlarged earthlings near the giant land end of a portal that starts in Australia. They call it Upsizing, and have used technology based on the reverse setting, to turn migrating earthlings and their entire homes and contents into giant equivalents. It’s become quite a secret trend, but nothing to concern our organisation. So we let it continue.”

“Are you saying that my giant size could be restored?” asked Ogla.

Fenster gaped in surprise.

“I wouldn’t do it here,” said Ellie, “But Ogla, I could fly you to the Brazilian portal in a D.I.R.E. jet, take you through it, and you could navigate me to your home. Then I’ll use the reverse setting to restore your giant size, and let you keep it, so long as you don’t make any attempt to seize me or the jet. I’d come back here, and nobody else on earth, not even the other agents of D.I.R.E. would be any the wiser.”

Ogla turned to look at Fenster.

“I couldn’t even want to take that opportunity away from you,” said Fenster.

“I don’t know what to say to either of you,” said Ogla.

“Agent Blish, would I be able to come for the trip?” asked Fenster, “I’d like to see her home and say goodbye to her in her own country.”

“I can’t see why not,” said Ellie, “Since I’m doing this one off the record, I’ll have to sneak you both aboard the jet after dark. I’ll log it as a routine patrol of Brazil, with an evening departure set to cross the time zones in time to enjoy sunshine over Brazil.”

The trio soon found themselves flying over the Brazilian jungle, rapidly approaching the giant portal. Ellie Blish flew the D.I.R.E. jet through the portal and over the giant land, until they reached Ogla’s home. They landed on her lawn and got out of the jet.

“Now these are the protocols,” said Ellie, “We stay beside the jet. I fire the ray at you and restore your size. You turn and walk into the house and stay inside with your door shut, until we’ve taken off and flown out of sight. If you do come back and try to capture Fenster, I’ll reduce you to this size again, and leave you that way to take no chances. If it came to that, your only choices would be staying here at our size or coming back to earth at our size.”

“I won’t double cross you. I’m too grateful,” said Ogla.

“I imagine you two would like some time alone before we start this,” said Ellie, “I’ll just check the settings in the cockpit, to be sure we’re ready for a fast take off.”

While Ellie was in the jet, Fenster took Ogla in his arms and hugged and kissed her.

“It was worth every minute that we had together,” said Fenster, “Even if it’s not safe for me to stay, I just had to see you off.”

“Thank you for coming. I’ll always remember you fondly,” said Ogla.

“You have a lovely home here, and an extraordinairy land,” said Fenster.

“I won’t invade earth again, since I know all about the shrink rays now. If somehow, we ever do meet eachother again, I can promise you that I won’t love you any less, if I catch you and gobble you all up,” said Ogla, “No offence intended.”

She licked his cheek.

“I understand,” said Fenster, “Thank you for making me happy ever since you responded to that note I slipped you during the seige.”

Ellie stepped out of the jet and joined them.

“We’ve said our goodbyes,” said Fenster.

“I’ll give you two some distance, depending on how far that thing will fire,” said Ogla.

“It reached your full height in Brazil when it was on the shrinking setting,” said Ellie, watching Ogla pacing away, “That should do. Just do everything I told you, and you’ll be giant sized again for the rest of your life.”

Fenster watched as Ogla stood on the lawn, was struck by the ray, and grew to gigantic size.

She lifted her hand, gave him a friendly wave, and turned and walked towards her house.

Once Ogla had gone in and closed the door, Ellie and Fenster got into the jet and lifted off.

“Can you set me down as soon as we’re out of sight of her place?” asked Fenster, “I want to stay behind. I just didn’t want her to know it.”

“If that’s what you want. What are you thinking of doing here?” asked Ellie.

“I can’t walk out of her life altogether, although she’ll never know it. I want to sneak into that house, hide somewhere, and be able to look at her and admire her in secrecy. I can raid negligible amounts of her food without her even knowing I’m there. I’ll have the run of her house when she’s at her partner’s place, and the lovely views of her gigantic body when she’s in her own house,” said Fenster.

“If you ever change your mind, you’ll have a long journey back to the portal without this jet,” said Ellie.

“I didn’t think you’d have any qualms about leaving me here, after all those boys you shrank for good,” said Fenster.

“They’ve probably been eaten by other girls or women, or gone to live with the leprechauns,” said Ellie, “It’s not that I have any qualms. It’s just that this is the last chance I’ll have to offer you a ride home. After that, you need to understand that you’re on your own.”

“I’ve thought it all through,” said Fenster, “This was my plan from the moment you made it obvious that Ogla could come back here and be a giantess again. This is the best I can do. It’s what I want.”

“Fair enough,” said Ellie, and landed the jet.

Fenster got out, watched Ellie take off again, and then snuck back to Ogla’s garden. He waited until the sun began to set, and then snuck over to the house. He hid himself in the garden for a few days, until he saw her heading out, presumably to go to her giant partner’s house. Then he slid under a door, and explored the house, until he found a hole in a wall which would accommodate him nicely. He snuck into the pantry, climbed up onto a shelf and took a scourer from a pile, and dragged it into the hole. It would make a suitable mattress. Raiding her clean handkercheives, he found a makeshift blanket, and folded another up as a pillow. From his place of concealment, he could look out at the couch which faced in the direction of the hole. To his delight, he soon learned that Ogla would often use that couch to read books, or lie down in comfort in the middle of the day. He regularly admired her, knowing that he was so near and yet so far from being able to kiss her now gigantic lips, lest he be compelled to pass between them and down her throat in due course.

Sometimes he would see her walk into the lounge room wearing only a bikini.

On those occasions, as her bikini indicated, Ogla was not going to sit on the couch in a dress and read a book, but go out to the pool and take a swim. Fenster wished he could have found a way to gain a good vantage point that was also safe from detection and capture, but no opportunity presented itself. He could only make do with the brief sight of her walking through the lounge room on her way to and from the pool. This continued, until the day that she walked in from the swim and stood in the lounge room, drying off the last few drops of water from her back with the towel, still wearing the bikini, and then put the towel back in the bathroom as usual. After that, she came walking back into the lounge room with the vacuum cleaner, and began to hoover the room. His makeshift bed, blanket and pillow were all out of sight in the part of the wall that was not exposed by the hole opening. The noise grew louder as she approached the section of the carpet that was just outside the hole. Fenster covered his ears with his hands, and then saw the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner reaching a little way into the hole itself. She must have removed the broader suction attachment, in order to clean the hole as well.

She was doing a thorough job, he thought, and noticed that there was some dust on the wooden surface just beyond the edge of the carpet. She obviously didn’t want to risk it spreading onto the newly vacuumed carpet. The nozzle was pivotted around a few times. The suction was not strong enough to draw Fenster away from his position.

Suddenly the folded handkerchief was sucked into the nozzle, and then the unfolded one followed it and got caught, blocking the nozzle.

He saw the nozzle withdrawn, and guessed that Ogla must have been freeing the handkerchief from the nozzle, so that she could move on to vacuuming the next section of the carpet after re-attaching the broader component. He would have to make do without a pillow and a blanket, until he had the chance to get at her clean handkerchieves again. He might also have to rethink where he kept his artificial bed. He wanted to keep using the hole as a base of operations for admiring Ogla’s elegant reading sessions. However, he might have to set his bed arrangement up somewhere else, and be sure to avoid being seen moving from the bed to the peep hole.

Looking towards the hole, he saw Ogla’s face appear at the hole, and her hand reach in and grip the scourer and pull it out. Then she stood up and he heard her walking away.

It seemed that he would also have to drag another scourer from the pantry to wherever he chose to set up his bed in the future.

He heard Ogla return and then saw her face at the hole again, and she had something small in her hand. He heard a button being pressed, and suddenly found himself lit up in torchlight, with Ogla looking in at him.

“I guess I never really understood that I meant quite this much to you,” said Olga gently.

“I couldn’t stay away, not even on these terms,” said Fenster, “Watching you read books was ... better than never seeing you again.”

“Do you have any regrets now?” she asked.

“You mean, knowing that you’re about to catch me, and ....?” said Fenster.
“Yes,” said Ogla, as her hand reached into the hole.

“You won’t have to. Just put your face to the hole, and I’ll come out,” said Fenster, “I know you’d get me in a few seconds anyway.”

“Okay...,” said Ogla.

She withdrew her hand, turned off the torch, and placed both her hands under her chin. Fenster walked over and ran his hands over her lower lip.

“How could I try to run away from this?” he asked.

He rubbed his cheeks against her lower lip in turn, and then stepped out of the hole beside her head.

“Is Agent Blish still around too?” asked Ogla.

“No. She landed the jet not far from your property, and let me out, so that I could walk back. I did my best for a few days, until the first time you went out, and then took those things to make my bed,” said Fenster.

“You’ve done alright for yourself then,” said Ogla.

“I take it that you never missed any of the food I took,” said Fenster.

“No.”

“I can make up for it now anyway,” said Fenster.

“I’m grateful beyond words, that you put yourself at risk like this. I really am,” said Ogla.

“You did everything for me on earth. I guess now it’s my turn,” said Fenster, “And it does prove the benefits of keeping your house clean and tidy.”

Ogla picked him up, sat him on her shoulder and gave him some of her hair to hold onto, while she finished hoovering the carpet. Now that he was high up beside her head, the sound of the machine was no more bother to him than it was to her giant sized ears. She put the hoover away, took him into her bedroom, placed him on the pillow, lay down on her stomache and turned her head to face him.  They talked together for a while. She filled him in on things that had been happening in her life, and then took him down to the dining room and placed him on the dining table.

“I’ll just get dressed,” she said, and left the room.

Soon she returned wearing a long elegant dress, and sat at the table.

“You’ve always known I’d never let you go, if we met again,” she said.

“I remembered what you said when we parted company,” said Fenster.

“How are you feeling now?” asked Ogla.

“What we’ve done today has taken away the growing frustration I was feeling while spying on you from that hole,” said Fenster, “I often wished I had thought of a way for you to give me a farewell giant kiss with Ellie standing guard, straight after she’d restored your size.”

“You’re about to take me from frustration to fulfilment too,” said Ogla, “Thanks to your feelings for me, I’ll have the chance to eat one earth orphan after all.”

As she picked him up and licked him, he remembered the way she had licked his cheek when she had still been reduced to earthling size.

Then she opened her mouth and placed him inside, slowly swallowing him whole.

One of the best kept secrets of the leprechauns was that some of their number had not been satisfied with the results of the use of the Ring of Reversal (which occurred in Book 1 “To Catch a Leprechaun”). Time had been reversed, and steps were taken in the new timeline, so that Colleen Balfour never discovered the leprechauns’ underground city and hence never captured and ate them. However, the leprechauns remained aware that Colleen was still at large in the new timeline. So soonafter the new timeline had begun, long before Colleen moved to the giant land, around one third of the leprechauns moved to Australia, and spread themselves out all over the greater Sydney area, believing that they would be more likely to avoid detection if they weren’t living together in large numbers. That decision and its implementation had taken place only weeks into the new timeline, and as the years went by, the Australian leprechauns had concealed their existence.

One of them in particular was particularly taken with the views of Sydney Harbour, and had chosen to live in the bushes of the Balls Head reserve, in order to be able to look out onto the harbour at the breathtaking sight of the water. Nobody generally came down to the reserve during the weekdays, because the residents of nearby Waverton and North Sydney were always at work in the city.

However, Diane Brie worked in North Sydney itself in a large company which operated on flexi time rules. She was a 37 year old Underwriter for a very successful insurance company, and had clocked up too much excess flex time in one month’s period to be used by taking a flex day off. So in the same week, Diane took a flex day on Monday, and took a two hour lunch break on the Wednesday. She drove her car from the office car park to Balls Head reserve in less than ten minutes, leaving her an hour and forty minutes for a relaxing picnic lunch on the waterfront before making the ten minute return journey to the office. She took out the picnic basket that she’d prepared, and headed into the reserve. To her surprise she saw a tiny being scurry into the bushes at first sight of her. Diane put down her basket, ran in after him and caught him with ease. She took him back to her basket, took out the rug and spread it out on the lawn.

“Am I the first leprechaun you’ve seen?” asked the leprechaun.

“To be honest, I never even believed in any of the little folk until I saw you,” said Diane.

“Are you going to let me go at all?” asked the leprechaun.

“Obviously not,” said Diane, and ate her lunch without another word, silently passing him a small portion.

She took him back to the car in her picnic basket, and then smuggled him into her office in her handbag, and then closed her office door and put him on her desk.

“I guess we’re even now. I’ve never seen an office before,” said the leprechaun.

“I brought a large picnic lunch with me today, and I don’t like to overeat,” said Diane, opening a file and leafing through it for the policy application form which the client’s insurance agent had sent into the office.

“Thank you for sharing some with me,” said the leprechaun.

“I will be working back on overtime until eight o’clock tonight, which means clocking off from flex time at four pm and taking half an hour for dinner at around six pm. On other occasions when this happens, I use my overtime dinner money allotment to buy something from the takeaway food shop next door to this building. I won’t be doing that this evening. You’re free to wander around on my desk until six o’clock, although I may have to slip you into the desk drawer and close it, if anybody knocks on the door. Then at six o’clock I’ll keep my dinner money allotment as spare cash, at which time I shall be eating you for my dinner instead,” said Diane.

Outside her office, a seventeen year old junior clerk named Leonard, who had recently started in the New Business department of the company had been about to knock on her door. One of the applications had reached the New Business department (which was standard procedure before the files were sent down to Underwriting) with a shortage on the first premium payment. The agent had made a mistake and sent the application in with the wrong premium, one which applied to a different type of policy. This meant that Underwriting had been unable to process the policy. Leonard had since written to the agent and requested a balance of premium. This particular agent had a notorious temper, which he directed at the staff of the New Business department, whenever anything delayed the completion of his cases. He had telephoned Leonard and said, “I have been asked for a balance of premium, and I want to know why!”

Leonard had put him on hold, ostensibly to consult the file, and asked his boss what to do. The head of new business had checked the file, confirmed the premium shortfall, and instructed Leonard on exactly how to diplomatically word his explanation for the balance of premium request. Leonard had then picked up the phone again and gone through it with the agent, who had then apologized and electronically sent a funds transfer of the balance of premium. The boss had asked how the agent had responded, and Leonard had quoted the apology he had received.

“You got an apology from HIM! Well done. If only we’d gotten it recorded somehow for future reference,” the boss had said, “You can take the file down to Diane Brie in Underwriting and get the case completed.”

So, looking forward to Diane’s positive reaction, having achieved this during the second half of Diane’s two hour picnic lunch break, Leonard had headed down to her office to present her with the file including its balance of premium notice.

Leonard had been about to knock on Diane Brie’s door, when he’d heard the words “I brought a large picnic lunch with me today,” spoken by Diane, and had waited outside for whoever he presumed was consulting with her to leave. As the conversation had continued, he wondered how she could be refering to eating someone. The other voice was male, but fairly soft, and Leonard could not understand how Diane expected to overpower a man and eat him for her dinner. So he stood outside the door in silence and listened.

“That’s not fair,” said the leprechaun, “We leprechauns left Ireland for Australia years ago, in order to get away from women like you. I had no idea that you would be in that waterfront reserve today, and it’s just not fair that you are able to enjoy eating me for your dinner tonight and then going on as normal, when all I’ll have is the few hours ahead to dread being eaten. It’s not fair.”

“So you’ve said three times,” said Diane, “Life’s often unfair. You’ll only have to cope with it for another few hours. Now please be quiet and let me get on with my work... oh. I can’t read the writing of the boss of New Business upstairs. I’ll have to take this file with me and go up and request some decyphering of said scrawl. You’ll have to go in the drawer until I get back.”

Knowing that Diane would be headed for the elevator, Leonard ran in the opposite direction and hid in the men’s room which faced the corridor, until he was able to peek around and see Diane Brie walking towards the elevator. Then he snuck into her office, and freed the leprechaun from the desk drawer.

“I heard everything she said. It IS unfair,” said Leonard, “I’ll slip you into my coat pocket until I knock off work, and then I can take you back to wherever you want to go.”

Pocketing the leprechaun, he closed Diane’s desk drawer, walked out of her office, closed the door and hid in the men’s room again, until Diane returned. Then he waited a few more minutes, and walked along the corridor and knocked on her door.

“Come in!” she called, with a definite sign of agitation showing in her tone of voice.

It confirmed that she had already opened her drawer and discovered the absence of the leprechaun.

“I’ve got this file ready for you now. I chased up the agent and he sent in the balance of premium,” said Leonard.

“Yes, they told me about that upstairs. Your boss is wondering what’s keeping you. Apparently you were sent down here some time ago. I would have expected you to have brought that file in to me long before now,” said Diane.

“I went and used the men’s room on this floor before I came to see you,” said Leonard.

“Why? Couldn’t you find any hand towels in my desk drawer?” asked Diane.

Leonard’s heart sank.

“I didn’t think they’d be in anyone’s office,” said Leonard, “I needed to do a number ...”

“I don’t need to know, if it’s even true. What is true is that something is missing from my drawer, and you’re the only person who’s had reason to approach this office and opportunity to steal that item today,” said Diane.

“What exactly is it that’s gone missing?” asked Leonard.

“I think you know as well as I do,” said Diane, “It was meant to be my dinner, and going by the time that your boss indicated sending you down here, I think you must have been listening outside my door, before I went upstairs. I found it, and it was mine to eat. You have no right to be going through my drawers at all, when I’m out of the office, let alone stealing food from them.”

“I honestly have no intention of eating anything from your drawer,” said Leonard.

“You’re as good as being a bold faced liar, and you’re also a thief,” said Diane.

“If only whatever food you’re talking about could speak up right now, it might have a different opinion about the validity of those two accusations you just made,” said Leonard.

“I obviously can’t tell anyone else what we’re talking about, but if you don’t hand over what you’ve taken, your career is going to be off to a very bad start!” said Diane.

“Well I don’t think I’m a thief, and technically I’m not a liar either. I really did go to the men’s room on this floor,” said Leonard.

“Probably for a few seconds,” said Diane.

“Then I brought you the file, with the notification of receipt of balance of premium, and as you’ve pointed out, they will be missing me upstairs in New Business. I’d better get back,” said Leonard.

He put the file down on her desk.

“You’ll be sorry!” said Diane.

Leonard took the leprechaun to a new location at the end of the day, so that Diane would not be able to find him again.

In the weeks ahead, Diane found every reason she could to complain to Leonard’s boss about the most minor clerical errors in any files he sent down to Underwriting. With his nerves on edge, he found himself making more mistakes, being told off by his boss on Diane’s behalf more and more, and eventually he’d had enough. With only two weeks to spare until TAFE second semester began, he switched from part time evening classes to full time day classes, and resigned from his job. Any time he felt that he’d had a hard time at work, he was consoled by the far more important reminder in his head, that Diane Brie had spent her dinner allotment money at the takeaway food stall after all that night. It occurred to him, that, as the senior underwriter of the company, Diane Brie had been considerably careless, with no attention to detail. She hadn’t even taken the trouble to find out if the leprechaun had taken out any life insurance policy.

Over in Ireland, Elaine Gosfit, director of the Disappearance Investigation Retrieval Entity (D.I.R.E.) had set up a secret subdivision of D.I.R.E. which was known only to herself, E.B. (Ellie Blish) and a small number of specially chosen agents. The new division was known as S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. (Spies Honourably Reduced Undertaking Necessary Covert Espionage Neutrally). Elaine had placed E.B. in charge of S.H.R.U.N.C.EN. Ellie and the small number of female agents involved would shrink the small number of male agents involved, temporarily, and work with them to perform spy missions for D.I.R.E. on earth, which would be more difficult for full sized people to undertake without being caught. Elaine concentrated her efforts (along with the rest of the D.I.R.E. staff) on dealing with giantesses both in their own land and on earth, now that they knew 5of the giant Brazilian portal.

E.B. recalled her conversation with Elaine about the new subdivision:

“The giantesses’ attack on Brazil has brought two things to the forefront of our minds. Firstly, it obviously makes us aware that the giantesses are still a major threat to earth, one which only D.I.R.E. can hold in check. Now that Dimension Shift has settled here in Ireland, we don’t have a whole village periodically doing a hop, skip and a jump into the various time periods of a giant land. However any giantess who finds and ventures through that huge portal in the Brazilian jungle needs to be confronted, and shrunken if necessary. To that end, I am taking over the site of an abandoned complex in the Brazilian jungle, which was the subject of an explosion at a time not long before Jessica’s team of giantesses attacked. That complex is being rebuilt and will become the new Brazilian D.I.R.E. base, commanded by me personally. We’ll have agents patrolling the giant portal in rotating shifts, so that it is never left unmonitored. The second factor to emerge from this is an awareness of what the leprechauns of THIS area must be facing from normal sized earth women who share the giantesses’ voracious interest for much smaller beings. I can’t in all good conscience put all our efforts into coralling giantesses, while allowing earth women to visit the same fate on the native leprechauns of Ireland. So S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. will be set up to investigate anyone with a known interest in eating leprechauns or menacing them in any other way. I’ve been engaging in conversation with women in the villages, particularly in the pub, when they’re more susceptible to questions designed to get them to open up on that subject. I’ve already put together a number of files concerning a few women who are an obvious threat to the safety of the little folk. You earned my greatest trust when you made the shrinking ray available to our scientists for reverse engineering. So I’m appointing you as the commander of S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. It will be your team’s job to investigate the women in my files, and gather any new information on other suspects, and rescue any leprechauns caught by the women. As the British government has no collective belief in leprechauns, there are no laws governing their safety. So it falls to us to look after them.”

The irony of it was not lost on E.B. who as the teenaged Ellie Blish had once begun a habit of shrinking people to the size of the leprechauns and leaving them to whatever adventures befell them. Now she was in charge of a department that involved temporarily shrinking willing volunteers to undertake spy missions designed to protect the leprechauns themselves. She wondered what Elaine would have said if she’d known that Ellie had even dated one teenaged boy before shrinking him and eating him herself. Once had been enough to get the idea out of her system, but she’d not once regretted it.

Ellie studied the files, and called the first meeting of her team to brief its members.

“There are two subjects we’re going to start keeping under low level surveillance,” said Ellie, “One is a retired schoolteacher named Frances Woodfield, who has been known to refer to some tiny being denoted ‘Dollipop’. There’s no proof that she’s ever eating a leprechaun or even met one, but what little intelligence we have on her is enough to rest uneasily on our radar. The other is a thirty-six year old independently wealthy woman with no current career named Jem Nacallas. I wouldn’t call her an alcoholic, but Elaine did connect with her at a dance in the village hall, after she’d been drinking an unusual amount of wine. While somewhat uncharacteristically intoxicated, Jem admitted to Elaine that she had caught a leprechaun in the meadow three years ago and had sat down on the grass to eat her victim. Jem told Elaine that she had been forced to release the leprechaun, when an eighteen year old boy had come upon the scene and taken the leprechaun’s side. She’s been hunting for leprechauns ever since. When Jem returned to the dance floor, Elaine managed to snap a selfie with herself and Jem as an excuse for obtaining a photograph, which she then sent to another agent’s mobile phone. Elaine detailed that agent to get to the garden outside the village dance hall and tail Jem home from the dance at the end of the night. So we know the address of Jem’s mansion. Kintore and I will work the Frances Woodfield case, while the other two of you will handle Jem Nacallas.”

Kintore was a 20 year old D.I.R.E. agent, who had been recruited when Elaine’s first team had initially dealt with Dimension Shift’s giantesses. As soon as E.B. concluded the meeting, he asked for a word with her.

“I would like to request that you swap the teams’ assignments, so that we could work the Jem Nacallas case,” said Kintore.

“May I ask the reason?” said E.B.

“Because I was the eighteen year old boy that prevented Jem Nacallas from eating that leprechaun in the meadow three years ago,” said Kintore.

“Giving you the inside track on the case,” said E.B., “Request approved. I’d better notify the others before my counterpart starts shrinking your counterpart in order to keep an eye on Jem, and reassign them to Frances Woodfield.”

Kintore had only volunteered some of the story. Once he had freed the leprechaun from Jem’s clutches, he had waited until she had departed for the village, and then asked the leprechaun if there was any way for the leprechauns to reduce him to their size. He had let the leprechaun think that he had wanted to join their society, but in fact he had only stopped Jem from eating the leprechaun because he had felt jealous of the leprechaun’s impending encounter with Jem’s fantastically beautiful mouth. Jem was five foot nine, only half an inch shorter than Kintore, had long blond hair, a model’s facial features, including a pair of shapely pink lips. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but that was only the icing on the cake.

When Kintore had been ten years old, he had had a dream about meeting a beautiful blond haired girl named Jem and spending his time playing with her. He had not been old enough to understand romance, but had felt something very special for the dream girl throughout the duration of the lengthy dream. Eight years later, when he had met Jem Nacallas in the meadow, she had looked exactly like the girl of the same name in his childhood dream, only older.  That had made a 33 year old woman so much more arousing than an eighteen year old version of his childhood dream’s companion would have been. The thought of being in the leprechaun’s place had driven him into orbit. His only hope of being eaten by this real life dream come true Jem was to see if the leprechaun could reduce him to the same size. However, the leprechaun did not have the ability to do so, and he had simply gone on with his life. He had joined D.I.R.E. knowing that it gave him the best chance of meeting a giantess who might be willing to eat him, had tried to volunteer for the Brazilian assignments both at the time of the giantesses attack and when Elaine had announced her plans to patrol the Brazilian portal. She had turned him down both times, saying that she needed him and other less experienced staff to remain in Ireland, and had put him forward for the elite S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. team. He had been unaware even of Jem’s address, with no hope of seeing her again, until the first two S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. assignments had come up.

Unknown to E.B., Kintore concealed his fully charged mobile phone in his pocket when he and E.B. headed out to Jem’s address. E.B. had studied the site with him on the D.I.R.E. computers using google earth before setting out. When they got there, they were able to sneak onto the grounds without being seen, and conceal themselves behind a tree.

“Alright, I’ll shrink you down to covert size, if you’re ready, and you can head into the house and look for any evidence of what she might be up to these days, concerning leprechauns, that is,” said E.B.

“Ready when you are,” said Kintore.

“Make sure you don’t get caught, and use your radio to contact me if you do. Don’t let her see that,” said E.B., “I’ll head back to base and see how the other two are going with Frances Woodfield.

Kintore found that the large expensive mansion was well fitted with central air conditioning, and found an air vent into the wall of the house. Jem didn’t seem to be home, which gave him an opportunity to search around until he found an opened letter which had her home and mobile numbers on it. He then hid in the air vent and waited for her to return home, which as it turned out was an hour after he’d finished his thirty-five minute search. She was wearing jeans and a horizontal striped jumper. He started fantasizing about exactly how he would make his approach to Jem. The problem was E.B. She was expecting to return to collect him at the end of the day. Kintore decided that the only way to facilitate things was to confide in E.B. about at least part of his reasons for not wanting to be collected.

He turned the receiving volume of his radio down low, so that he could use it in the wall with no risk of Jem hearing E.B’s voice, and contacted her.

“She’s home now, and just living a normal life so far,” said Kintore, “But I was hoping you’d let me stay on surveillance here around the clock.”

“Are you in love with her?” asked E.B.

“More than is usually possible,” said Kintore, “I had a dream about her eight years before I met her in the meadow that day. In a way, I’ve been in love with what she wants to do for the last three years. You must think I’m insane.”

“So I’m reading between the lines, that you want her to catch you, and you don’t want me around to rescue you,” said E.B., “I’d have to let Elaine think you disobeyed orders and got caught and eaten. If I told Gosfit that I let you fulfil a fantasy with Jem, she’d kick me out of both S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. and D.I.R.E.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask you to cover this up for me,” said Kintore.

“I’ll let you and you alone in on a little secret,” said E.B., “I’ve been shrinking people for laughs every now again, ever since high school. Once, just once, I shrank a boy on a date and ate him. I’d heard the rumours and wanted to try it out for myself.”

“Wow! Do you regret it?” asked Kintore.

“No, not at all. Elaine expects Jem to be prevented from eating leprechauns. She didn’t say anything about Jem eating shrunken volunteers, but it goes without saying that she doesn’t want me to lose any agents, willing or not. If you’re happy to be remembered as a disobedient subordinate, which I guess wouldn’t bother you at all once you’re in Jem’s tummy....,” said E.B.

“I’m grateful to you for coming up with such an approach to sorting this out for me,” said Kintore.

“Elaine will have to pick a replacement for you and I’ll be under the strictest instructions to keep him in line and keep Jem from doing it again. Jem won’t be prosecuted for eating you, because the government was never interested in knowing anything about Elaine’s theories,” said E.B., But Jem will certainly be the priority one case for S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N.”

“Thank you so much, E.B.!”

“Consider it my latest contribution to my own old habits,” said E.B., “I hope you enjoy it with her every bit as much as you want to.”

“I’ll leave this radio in the air vent. Jem will never find it, but the next agent can retrieve it while shrunken.

They wound up the conversation, and Kintore discarded his radio. Seconds later he took out his mobile phone and dialed the home number he’d recently acquired for Jem.

He heard her answering the call, so that he could hear her voice both in the next room and coming through the speaker of his shrunken mobile phone:

“Hello,” said Jem.

“Hi ... You’ll probably remember me from three years ago. I’m the boy who stopped you from eating that leprechaun. My name’s Kintore,” said Kintore.

“I don’t know how you got this unlisted number, but you’ve got some nerve calling me,” said Jem.

“You don’t understand. You didn’t give me a chance to explain that day, and I hope you’ll give me one now. I only saved the leprechaun, so that I could ask him to shrink me to his tiny size, because I wanted you to eat me instead of him, with your incredibly beautiful mouth. You stormed off out of the meadow before I could explain that to you,” said Kintore.

“Oh ... I guess I should say sorry about that then,” said Jem.

Kintore carefully considered how to word his upcoming explanation, so that he would imply certain things, without giving away the existence of S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. or D.I.R.E.’s new interest in protecting leprechauns, let alone the fact that Jem was their number one surveillance case.

“It’s okay now,” said Kintore, “I didn’t see you again, until today. I got your number because I snuck into your house at tiny size when you were out and saw it on a letter from your mail.”

Having worded things that way, he would have left Jem thinking that the leprechaun had been the one who had been able to shrink him, rather than agent E.B.

“I wish I could see that leprechaun again, but to thank him, not to eat him!” said Jem.

She had swallowed the implications of his story, and soon she would be able to swallow Kintore himself.

“I can’t believe you’re serious about wanting me to eat you! It’s amazing!” said Jem.

“There are greater surprises than that,” said Kintore, “When I was ten I had a dream about a long blond haired girl called Jem who played with me a lot in the dream.”

“That’s quite a coincidence,” said Jem.

“She wasn’t based on anyone from my real life experiences,” said Kintore, “She just turned up out of nowhere in the dream. Then when I saw you in the meadow, you looked exactly like an adult version of her, and I instantly remembered the dream for the first time in eight years. Since I could hear you telling that leprechaun that you were going to eat him, I fell in love with you and with the idea of being eaten by you on the spot.”

“I’m so deeply touched, I don’t know what to say! Have you ever dreamt of being eaten by me since then?” asked Jem.

“Not while asleep, but I’ve daydreamed of it many times. When I saw you at home this morning, I got myself shrunken, along with my mobile phone. I won’t be able to put it on the full sized charger once it runs out, but we can talk for as long as you like now. Then I’ll tell you where to come and find me,” said Kintore.

“Oh... yes, I’ve never known your address, even to this day,” said Jem.

“Can I run a bit of a proposed itinerary past you for this?” asked Kintore.

“Of course you can,” said Jem, “Go ahead.”

“Well ... once you know which house I’m in, you could search for me until you find me and catch me. Then, if you’re ... well, if you’re interested, maybe we could have a ...” said Kintore.

“Are you asking me on a date before I gobble you up?” asked Jem.

“If you wouldn’t mind...,” said Kintore.

“Darling, I’d love to,” said Jem, “I love you too! I guess we’d have to have the date at your house after I’ve caught you. It wouldn’t do for anyone to see us out in public together, with you at the size of a leprechaun.”

“Could we do it at your house?” asked Kintore.

“Sure. I’ll bring you back here as soon as I’ve caught you. I’ve got a pen. What’s your address, Kintore?”

“You won’t need it,” he said, “You can start hunting for me as soon as you hang up the phone. I never left your house this morning. I’m still here, hiding somewhere.”

“You little cutey!” she said, “Here I come to get you then!”

She hung up the phone, and he soon heard her searching the next room, before he saw her come into the one which contained the air vent opening which provided his vantage point. Just to the right of it was the underside of a wardrobe. While she was looking the other way, he ran out and under the wardrobe. He looked out at Jem searching the room, until she stopped and stared at the wardrobe for a moment. Then she walked over and got down on her knees, and then peeked in at him.

“Well, well, well, look what I found!” she said, licking her lips from side to side.

The sight of Jem’s tongue doing that was the final affirmation that Kintore had made the best decision in asking E.B. to call off the surveillance on Jem until Elaine returned to appoint a replacement for him.

“Your tongue! It looks so .... I don’t have the words to describe its effect on me!” said Kintore.

“Then see how speechless you are after this!” she said, and licked him, “Oh darling, I never found out what a leprechaun tastes like, because you stopped me before I could take my first lick. But it couldn’t be better than you! You look gorgeous at this size!”

“Your tongue’s the only thing in the world that looks even better than your lips,” said Kintore.

She took him to her bedroom and opened a wardrobe drawer and put him into it.

“I’ll just change into a dress I hope you’ll like,” she said, and closed the drawer.

He waited a few minutes in darkness, and then saw her open the drawer wearing a long bright yellow dress.

“Honey you’re absolutely stunning!” said Kintore.

“Thank you, kind sir,” said Jem, taking him out of the drawer and climbing into her bed, “And thank you for finding me!”

The moisture from her tongue had dried off his face and shoulders since she had licked him in the other room. His dry skin was fully able to appreciate the feel of her lower lip as she kissed his whole face at once.

“Oh you’re so nice!” said Kintore.

She lay down, and he climbed around her upper arms and shoulders, and over her neck, and lay on her lips for a while, as they talked. She gave him a generous frequency of kissing interludes, as they spent the entire afternoon together in her bed.

About an hour after sunset, she took him to the kitchen and warmed him up in her oven, before taking him to the dinner table. They talked at the table for some time, as he lay on a folded napkin on an otherwise empty plate, looking comfortably up at her face and neck.

“I’m just as keen as ever for you to do this!” said Kintore.

“Me too,” said Jem, “For your benefit, is there any specific elements of being eaten that you want me to incorporate into our shared experience?”

“Well I guess just lots more of those licks, before I go inside your mouth,” said Kintore.

“I was going to,” she said.

“Would you like to start now?” asked Kintore.

“If you’re sure you’re ready,” said Jem.

“I’ve been ready and wishing for three years,” said Kintore.

Jem reached slowly for him. He looked at her grand cleavage and then the approach of her hand, and saw her fingers open and close around him. Then her neck grew closer as she lifted him up, and finally her face. She opened her mouth, and he watched her tongue come out and slide over him, time and time again. Then she eventually opened her mouth wide, without putting out her tongue.

Kintore saw the inside of Jem’s mouth approaching, as she moved him into it. He had simultaneous sensual awareness of Jem’s fingers releasing their grip on his waist and legs and her tongue making contact with his face and chest as he was positioned on top of it. He felt the moist taste organ below him for several minutes longer, until he felt it moving, and could sense his head and shoulders taking on a vertical position, facing downwards. Slowly he slid completely into the top of the throat, and then slid gradually down inside it.

*          *          *          *

Back in Sydney, Australia, the only other boy to have rescued a leprechaun, Leonard, was on his TAFE mid-semester break. He went for a bushwalk and found one of the Australian portals into the Upsizing colony in the giant land. Listening in on a few conversations over daily subsequent visits, he learned about the colony, and decided to explore it further. Sneaking through the gardens of Upsized people in the middle of the weekdays, he eventually came to a garden that was rich in giant berries and grapes. He ate his fill of food, from half a berry and most of a grape, and wasn’t missing his home kitchen on earth in the least. He tossed the uneaten remains of each piece of giant fruit aside and turned his head towards the return trip, when he saw two black towers in front of the garden. He did not recall them having been there when he’d arrived. He tilted his head back to look up and see how far they reached, and saw that they were actually the legs of a pair of black jeans, above which was a purple jumper. Beyond the purple jumper was a giant feminine pink neck, which supported the now gigantic face of Diane Brie! (Leonard and Diane were last seen in chapter 43.)

“I shouldn’t have driven you to resign from your job,” said Diane, gently picking him up, “I’m sorry about that. Come in with me and we’ll talk about it.”

She carried him into the house and sat down on the carpet.

“I’ve learned about the Upsizing project in the last few days, and I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to raid your office drawers and steal things from you,” said Leonard, “I did overhear most of your conversation with that leprechaun from outside your door, the afternoon I came down with that file for Underwriting. I could hardly believe it at first, but then I heard the leprechaun talking too. You worked things out, just as they happened. I did go and hide in the men’s room until you were in the elevator. Then I took the leprechaun out of your drawer, and then hid in the men’s room a second time, and then came back later to give you the file. It wasn’t to spoil your dinner for the sake of it. I guess I was just seeing things from the leprechaun’s point of view and wanted to save him from something he didn’t seem to be too keen for you to do,” said Leonard.

“I realised all that, and there’s no hard feelings,” said Diane.

“So you’ve been upsized then,” said Leonard.

“Yes. Not long after you left, I got sick of the agents making mistakes that created more things for me to chase up with New Business, and I wanted more time to myself during the week. So I left and looked for a part time job. There were few going, but then I found the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency on the way to an alumni function at my old college, and signed up for the Upsizing program too.”

“I’m glad I wasn’t the reason for your leaving,” said Leonard.

“If anything, you were the one who used to catch the agents’ mistakes and save me a lot of trouble by chasing them up so efficiently,” said Diane, “I had to do it myself in the weeks it took for them to interview and hire a replacement for you, who wasn’t nearly as good at it either.”

“It’s nice to have a friend here that I already know. Even though everyone else in the colony is from earth too, you’re the first person I’ve recognised. Thank you for being so understanding about the leprechaun,” said Leonard.

“I won’t bear a grudge about that, and you can make it up to me in a few days’ time,” she said.

“Sure. What can I do?” asked Leonard.

“Well don’t worry. I’m not going to ask you to bring me another leprechaun,” said Diane, “I’ve lost interest in eating one of them since I became a giant. It would only be like a tiny dot on my giant sized tongue.”

“It makes me feel better to know that the only thing we ever disagreed on has become an obsolete issue,” said Leonard.

“At this size, I could technically still swallow a leprechaun whole. It’s just that I wouldn’t derive any dining pleasure from doing it,” said Diane.

“I don’t think any of the leprechauns would want themselves upsized for the purpose of renewing their appeal to your dining pleasures either,” said Leonard.

“No, they wouldn’t,” said Diane, “Let’s not say anymore about them. What have you been doing, since you left the company? Did you find another job?”

“Not for now. I decided to switch from part time evening TAFE classes to full time day classes. I can get my TAFE certificate in half the time and then be qualified for a better job at the end of it. Since this was my mid-semester break week, I took a bushwalk on Monday, found a portal into this land, and explored people’s gardens until I saw you again,” said Leonard.

“Well you can keep me company for the next few days, and then I’m sure I’ll find it just as nice to swallow you whole for my dinner instead of the leprechaun,” said Diane.

“Me! I’m one of your own people,” said Leonard.

“That’s an academic point now,” said Diane, “No pun intended on your unfinished studies.”

“You said there were no hard feelings about the leprechaun,” said Leonard.

“There aren’t, but I also said that you could make it up to me. This will be your chance to replace the meal that you took from my drawer that afternoon by being eaten yourself instead,” said Diane.

“Well sorry, but I’ve no intention of doing that,” said Leonard.

She looked at him sternly.

“I’ve no intention of letting you avoid it,” said Diane, “And from where I sit, you don’t seem to have much bargaining power.”

He made an escape attempt the following day, but she had no portals in her own garden for him to flee to, and it took her less than half an hour to find and recapture him. All he could do was enjoy her conversation for the next two days, until she served him up at her dining table and ate him alive.

Elaine Gosfit was at the newly converted building which was now the Brazilian jungle base of Disappearance Investigations Retrieval Entity (D.I.R.E.), talking to her English as a second language speaking Brazilian recruit Pedro Tiorn.

“The day’s almost over and nothing much has happened. Maybe word somehow got back to the giant land that anyone who attacks earthlings with culinary intent will be shrunken to earthling size by the weapons we reverse engineered from E.B.’s prototype,” said Elaine, “The weekend’s almost upon us, and I have no idea how I’ll spend the time.”

“Well for Sunday, there’s still my standing invitation to go to my new church,” said Pedro.

“Oh not that again,” said Elaine.

“Hey, it’s an English speaking church plant. The pastor who started the denomination is from your country north of the border, and he’s running this parish himself now. He’s left the home parish in Vancouver in the hands of another pastor he employed, so he can devote all his time to growing this parish. You would like meeting him, I think,” said Pedro.

“You’re a nice guy, and if you’d asked me on a picnic on Sunday, I’d most likely have said yes. But I’ve told you before, I don’t want to know about religion. I was raised on it, and there’s nothing that appeals to me less than that stuff,” said Elaine.

“Can I speak freely by way of responding?” asked Pedro.

“Of course you can. This is a personal conversation. I’m not pulling rank about any D.I.R.E. business right now. I’m just telling you I’ve got no interest in going to church with you,” said Elaine.

“Well then ... when you said that nothing appeals to you less, you sounded really angry. Would you be prepared to tell me what it was about the way you were raised on church life that’s got you so worked up?” asked Pedro.

“Alright, but you asked for it. Maybe after I’ve said this, you’ll consider treating me like a lady instead of a potential convert,” said Elaine, “Your so called God creates people, and if they don’t follow him, he sends them to a place of eternal torment in some horrific afterlife experience that never ends. And honestly, I wonder why he’d bother. If he wants us to suffer forever, then why not just leave us here? This world has increasing frequency of natural disasters, far more violent crime than decades ago, wars all over the planet all the time, poverty, sickness, and now people being eaten by invading giantesses, and I could go on for another ten minutes, but you get the idea. Who’d want to believe in a god who’s designed his own pocket realm specifically for the purpose of letting pain and suffering go on forever. No such god like that could possibly exist.”

“I agree,” said Pedro.

In the monitoring room, other agents were, in the absence of any giantess sightings, watching a news report about the tallest building in the closest town, the same town which had been attacked by voracious giantess Jessica twice in the past, and on the second of those occasions held hostage by a team of invading giantesses that Jessica had brought with her.

A fire had started on the first floor of the building, and by now had spread to the top floor. The building might well soon cave in. There were several young business clerks and receptionists stranded on the top floor, with no way to go down through the elevators and escape the building. The top floor was too high for the fire fighters to reach, and they could only in fact do their best to contain the fire on the first seven floors, unable to reach any further with their trucks and hoses.

Back in the refrectory, Elaine felt that she’d scored a decisive point in her debate with Pedro.

“Then can we call the discussion over?” asked Elaine.

“I mean I agree that a god like that really doesn’t exist. So does Pastor Evan Gelist. That’s one of the reasons he started the CBA church in the first place,” said Pedro.

“CBA?”

“I didn’t know what D.I.R.E. meant until you told me,” said Pedro, smiling, “It stands for Church of Biblical Accuracy. Evan Gelist preached on your grievance on one of the first few Sundays I attended, not long after we started operating from here, when you hired me.”

Elaine pursed her lips with a somewhat cynical look in her eye.

“And what did Pastor Evan say?” she asked.

“He said that most of Christianity has taught an untrue doctrine on that subject. The way Evan tells it, God created us, gave us everything in a perfect world free of any form of suffering, with the Garden of Eden at its center. He gave us one simple test of obedience: don’t eat the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, or you will die. That’s the key word: ‘die’. Not go to a place of eternal torment. The fire of hell doesn’t torment people for an infinity of time. It kills them. But the head angel Lucifer (not the stupid supposedly heroic charicature of Lucifer in that idiotic TV show, but the real one) rebelled against God, tried to take over heaven, got kicked out along with the angels who took his side. He became Satan, the Devil, disguised himself as a talking snake, lied to Adam and Eve, telling Eve that she wouldn’t really die if she ate that fruit. Eve and Adam disobeyed God, lost their immortality, and people have been slowly aging to death ever since. So anyone who preaches an afterlife of eternal torment is just immitating the Devil’s first lie: that people won’t die. It’s just used to bully people into loveless conversions, with no change in the hearts’ attitude to God, just capitulation to monstrous blackmail. Your defence is the most natural and popular one: nobody wants to believe in a God like that. But that’s not who God is. The doctrine of eternal torment isn’t motivating conversions to Christianity. It’s driving people into atheism.”

“And your guy really preaches something different?” asked Elaine.

“On that and several other things that various conventional religious movements get wrong. That’s why it’s called ‘Biblical Accuracy’, said Pedro.”

In the monitor room, the screens disclosed a giantess heading towards the city. She had a long black skirt, and a white blouse top with a low neckline that stopped just above her breasts. She had dark brown hair and a model’s facial features.

“As if they didn’t have enough trouble with the fire,” said one agent, “Do we call Director Gosfit back? She was about to knock off.”

“In a few minutes,” said the supervisor, “Let’s see which way the giantess goes first.”

“So what does Evan think happens to people who don’t follow God?” asked Elaine.

“I guess that’s better understood in the light of it being the alternative to what happens to those who DO follow God,” said Pedro, “God always wanted to restore us to the state of perfection, free of pain and suffering and sin that was once the way things were in the Garden of Eden. His ultimate restoration plan is to let people go to live with Him in an eternal paradise called heaven, with their bodies restored to youth forever, with no sickness, no suffering, no misery, no pain, no depression, never a reason for one second of negative emotion. But sin (meaning ‘disobedience to God’) had to be paid for.  Now you’ve heard the rest of this, but understand it in context. God exists in three persons: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. God sent his second personage Jesus the son to pay the sin debt price of our disobedience, from Adam and Eve’s right down to everyone else’s sins throughout time, pay it all off with his death on the cross. He was the one perfect sacrifice big enough to pay that debt, because he was God and never sinned himself, and because he could rise from death afterwards, return to heaven and open the door to that paradise for anyone who accepts him. He wants you to accept that willingly, follow him willingly, not under threat of eternal torment which is unbiblical, and look forward to eternal life.”

“If what you’re saying’s true, then why does my parents’ church and why do so many other churches believe this eternal torment stuff? It’s so horrible it does my head in. Just think of people being tortured and tormented for an infinity of time,” said Elaine.

“That belief has its roots in pagan mythology. There are actually 4 Greek words: Hades, Tartarus, Sheol and Gehenna. They all have different meanings and contexts, but they’ve all been translated as the word ‘hell’. In mythology, every soul is immortal, whereas the Bible says God will only restore youth and immortality to believers in heaven. This eternal torment belief snuck into Christianity. For 1200 years, the Bible was only available in Latin. A few hundred years ago, Anglicans like Tyndale and Wycliffe translated the Bible into English, so anyone could read it in his own language. Pastor Evan thinks, and I’ve had the same thought myself, that Tyndale and Wycliffe were already predisposed towards that pagan belief of an immortal soul suffering an eternal miserable afterlife, that it came across in a mistranslation,” said Pedro.

In the meantime, a building once threatened by a team of giantesses was now about to give way to a blazing inferno instead.

The city had gained a lot more media coverage since the attack by Jessica’s giantesses, prompting the available media outlets to give the situation more priority than the average urban fire on this occasion too.

“And everyone in most churches buys this ‘mistranslation’ of the meaning of hell?” asked Elaine.

“Tyndale and Wycliffe only got away with it in a few rare scripture passages written in the language of cryptic prophecy and parables. I’ve read the Bible cover to cover a few times over the years, without letting the influence of mainstream preachers cloud my thinking. The Bible uses the words ‘death’, ‘die’, ‘perish’, ‘destroy’ and ‘destruction’ over and over again to talk about the fate of unbelievers, exactly as God warned Adam and Eve in the first place. They don’t suffer consciously for all eternity. Yet we’ve got Tyndale and Wycliffe and modern Anglicans, Pentecostals and Baptists reading that agenda into code language prophetic passages like Daniel 12, Matthew 25 and latter chapters of Revelation to flat out argue with all those countless references to dying and perishing. Jesus paid for us to live forever in paradise. He offers that. He’s the source of all life to begin with. If we accept it, we have heaven to look forward to. If we don’t, he pulls the plug on His source of life, and we die, and stay dead forever. It’s the staying dead that’s eternal, not suffering in a torturous afterlife,” said Pedro.

“Okay, you’ve got my attention,” said Elaine, “But what about all that terrible stuff in the world I talked about early in this chat we’ve been having? Why does a perfect loving God allow that stuff?”

“He didn’t want that for us. That’s why He warned Adam and Eve so strongly in Genesis 2. Satan wants us to suffer, and tricked us into destroying the world’s perfection with our disobedience. We’ve been disobeyind and rejecting God’s rightful leadership ever since. Christians turn away from that and start to follow God, but we can’t achieve perfect behaviour. We don’t earn our way to heaven that way. We do our best, but our salvation ticket is paid for by Jesus on the cross, not our behaviour. The present state of the world you’ve described with its exponential increase in violent crime, natural disasters, wars and sicknesses .... Well that’s the signs of the approaching end of the world that Jesus predicted in Matthew 24. He said: ‘When you see all these things happen, look to the heavens and know that your salvation is near.’ It’s at its worst, because it’s almost over. God created the universe. He’s not going to let giants run amok forever or any other bad thing go on forever. When Jesus returns, He’ll take His followers up to heaven, and the rest of humanity will get what they opted for: death,” said Pedro, looking deep into Elaine’s eyes to see if she’d  taken it all in and started to lose her disdain for what he had just proved was a bunch of false religion anyway.

“Director Gosfit to monitor room. Giantess entering city. Director Gosfit to monitor room,” came the voice of another agent over the loudspeakers.

“We have to respond to that, but I’m prepared to meet your pastor. We’ll talk later,” said Elaine, “Your shift’s over, but call me tomorrow, if we get this giantess under control, and we’ll work things out for Sunday morning.”

“Are you kidding?” said Pedro, “The first giantess sighting since that city was held for ransom and you want me to sit this one out. Couldn’t you authorize an overtime shift for me?”

“I’d love to have you in on it,” said Elaine, “Overtime is approved.”

They reached the monitor room.

“You’re not going to believe this,” said the supervisor, pointing to the television screen news.

They listened to the reporter.

“In an unprecedented show of good faith, the giantess is not presenting a new threat of her own, but is reaching into the top floor building windows and lifting the trapped young clerks and receptionists out of the building and placing them gently on the street below. Nearly forty people are having their lives saved, instead of facing a fiery death, because earth seems to now have a benevolent giantess on the scene,” said the news reporter, “She’s just lifted the last man out, and is turning to face us.”

Elaine turned on the base communications.

“Prepare D.I.R.E. jet for a possible takeoff ... just in case,” she said.

“Is there anything I could use for a large bucket or bowl?” asked the giantess.

“I’m the mayor!” called a man through a loud bull horn, “The new city hall’s domed roof is still in the park, waiting for the cranes to lift it into place before the workmen cement it on.”

“Thank you,” said the giantess. She walked to the park, being careful not to damage anything, picked up the dome, and then saw the large lake nearer the back of the park.

“It looks like I won’t need to carry the dome back to the river in the jungle,” said the giantess aloud, “That saves me a lot of work.”

She picked up the dome in both hands, scooped a lot of water out of the lake, and then walked back to the burning building. She swung the dome like a bowl of water, flinging the water rapidly at the flames, and then returned to the park for another load. After she had done this three times, the fire had gone out.

The news reporter used her own bull horn to address the giantess.

“That was an amazing rescue. Could you tell our viewers your name?” asked the reporter.

“I’m Senteri,” said the giantess.

“People on the scene here were a little nervous when you first walked into the city,” said the reporter, “You may be aware that one of our independant defence organisations had to shrink a number of giantesses to our size after they tried to get hold of most of our orphans and juvenile delinquents to eat them.”

People around the world were waiting to see how the latest visiting giantess would respond to a reminder of what her predecessors had attempted to do in that very same city.

“Word of those events has come back to me,” said Senteri, “One of that group of my people found a way to have her size restored after returning to our land, and has decided never to invade earth again. I would like to explore your country from time to time. I will take care not to step on anything or anyone by accident, and will not damage any of your landmarks or structures. However, I will use the benefits of my size to perform rescue services that your conventional methods may not be able to achieve, whenever I come upon the need. For now, there are about two hours of daylight left in your country at this time of the year, and I must return to my own land while I can still see my way to walk there.”

“You heard it folks,” said the news reporter, “A tourist giantess who seeks only to help the general public in times of desperate need. To those who saved us from the unfriendly giantesses last time, this reporter can only say that I don’t think you’ll be needing to shrink this giantess. If anything, it would rob us of a timely rescuer on many future occasions. Our cameras can just bring you a few more minutes of footage of Senteri striding away towards the jungle of Brazil...”

“Abort D.I.R.E. jet lift off preparations,” said Elaine into the communicators, “Contact me if there’s any change in the situation that would concern us.”

“I guess that means I don’t need the overtime shift after all,” said Pedro, “If you’re still on for Sunday morning ... and then we could have that picnic lunch afterwards....”

“If you write down your church’s address, it’s a date,” said Elaine.

Senteri walked back through the jungle, came to the giant portal, stepped through it and returned to her home. She grabbed the top front of her blouse with one finger and thumb, pulled it out from her body, and reached in with her other hand. Gently, she clasped a young clerk in her hand and lifted him out from between her breasts, where he had been since she had lifted him out of the burning building.

“I saw the way you were looking at me, when you saw me at the window,” she said, “I thought you looked very handsome too. I got the others all down to the street first, so that nobody would see me slip you down my blouse. That way it was possible for you to stimulate my breasts and hopefully enjoy it yourself at the same time. You didn’t say anything to the contrary. So I hope you liked it.”

“Oh Senteri, did I ever!” said the clerk, “I’m Donello. I’m over the moon that you brought me back here, and that’s on top of saving me from the fire.”

“I’ll make some dinner and after we’ve had that, would you like to join me in bed?” asked Senteri.

“That may not have been meant as a rhetorical question, but I can assure you it is,” said Donello.

Two hours later, Donello was snuggled beside Senteri’s beautiful face on her pillow, feeling her huge lips pressing against his entire face at once. He enjoyed lying on various parts of her upper body, feeling her giant flesh against his relatively tiny form, and talking romantically with her, until they both fell asleep.

Neither of them felt any urgency to leave the bed, when they awoke the next morning, and so their intimate interactions continued until the middle of the day, when their common urges to have lunch asserted themselves. Then came an equally intimate afternoon on Senteri’s couch.

*          *          *          *

The next morning (Sunday), Elaine Gosfit’s car pulled up in the car park of Church of Biblical Accuracy, where Pedro was waiting to show her inside. He introduced her to Pastor Evan as his employer and friend.

“You seem to be the only newcomer today. I’ll enjoy talking to you over morning tea after the service,” said Evan, and left Pedro and Elaine to take their seats about a quarter of the way down from the back wall of the church.

The sermon told of the difference between Calvinism and Arminian beliefs. The Arminian belief was that a person would make his own choice to accept or reject Jesus, and either go to heaven or die in the fire of hell on that basis. Calvinism, on the other hand, stated that God had decide whom He would save by the Holy Spirit converting people without them really having any choice, and the rest would just be consigned to hell. Evan began to raise his voice.

“Yet another of the reasons that I founded this church is that I’m here to tell you emphatically that Calvinism is wron!. John Calvin’s wildly distorted version of ‘predestination of the elect’ is an affront to the atoning blood of Christ on the cross itself! Yes, God knows the future. He knows who will accept His offer of forgiveness and eternal life, and who will reject it. That’s what predestination means. He elects to let those who accept him into heaven. But the idea that we never had any choice in our own salvation is obscene, and not out of place with the rest of John Calvin’s behaviour. The Apostle Paul writes to believers in the New Testament, telling them to deal gently with their theological opponents. John Calvin tortured to death anyone who didn’t accept his warped teachings. I would hesitate to even conjecture that he was ever a true Christian at all. He was a murderer, a torturer who had people burned to death for disagreeing with him, and a false teacher. Yet the Anglican so called church has all its ministers study that monster John Calvin’s 800 and something institutes in order to pass their Bible college exams. Is it any wonder that those ministers go on to practice so much religious abuse that they almost never win anybody over to the Gospel, and when they do, it’s a half hearted conversion experience based on fear of another false teaching of eternal torment hell, rather than any love for Jesus or love for a God who wants to bring us to paradise...”

It was Sunday morning on a large rug on the lawn beside Senteri’s swimming pool. Donello was keeping a close eye on Senteri’s fabulous bikini clad figure climbing out of the swimming pool and drying herself off with the towel. She lay down on the blanket, and placed him gently between her breasts and talked contentedly with him. He lay on her neck for a while too, and then on her shoulder, before she turned over and placed him gently on the rug. She lay down on her stomach and rested her chin on her folded arms, looking at him with the most beautiful arousing eyes he’d ever seen.

“I think I’ve dreamed of giant kisses like yours, ever since I saw those other giantesses on the news a while back,” he said.

*          *          *          *

“I was largely turned off God by my experiences in the church as a teenager,” said Elaine to Evan later over morning tea, “Can you elaborate on what you meant by religious abuse?”

“I became a Christian at 15, under that false teaching of eternal torment,” said Evan, “A church youth group leader who was a few years older than me, took me into a room one night and terrorized me with graphic threats of eternal torment hell. So with no joy or happiness I capitulated to cosmic blackmail. By age 30, all this made me angry at God and I blew my stack at Him audibly on the side of a country road one day. Then God started to open up what His word really said to me, without the influence of Anglican preachers. I stopped taking everything I heard from the pulpit for granted, but at that point I still didn’t leave the Anglican church. As the years went on, to answer your question about religious abuse, I saw a denomination who couldn’t win anybody to Jesus by threatening the way I’d been terrorized as a kid. In fact that youth leader doesn’t even follow God himself anymore. So, to make sure that the Anglican church grows in numbers at the same rate as the rest of the community, their ministers brainwashed every young married couple into thinking it was a sin for them to choose not to have children. It’s not God’s work to say things like that. It’s bloody minded religious abuse. The purpose of marriage is companionship. Having children is a frequent side effect blessing, but not a mandatory requirement. So there’s religious abuse of intentionally childless couples, and then there’s religious abuse of lonely singles. People who came to the parish I attended for twelve years couldn’t be honest about their hope to meet someone at church and form a romantic bond without being told ‘That’s not what church is for’ or ‘Single people could be like the angels in heaven’ or ‘That’s not the point of being here' or ‘You’re too focussed on meeting a partner’ or ‘You have to keep your thoughts pure’.”

Perhaps it was just as well that the thought police of the Anglican church had no idea what was going on in the giant land even at this moment. While Evan continued his narrative on purity of thought, Donello was gazing in admiration upon the ravishingly beautiful giant sized bikini clad form of Senteri.

“All this controlling and Biblically unnecessary garbage is spoken over lonely single people by ministers who have been happily married for years!” said Evan, “Why would anyone come back into a church building only to cop that crap? It’s a wonder they had any couples formed, only to go on and abuse them into having children. I saw segregation mentality all over the morning teas and suppers, with clusters of women chatting together, clusters of men on the other side of the room, and nasty looks emanating towards anyone who tried to mix up that isolation dynamic. Even the peripheral social activities are now men’s events and women’s events, instead of parish events with everyone invited. It makes Sunday the worst day of the week for any single person. One minister even twisted and reinvented the meaning of Genesis 2:18 ‘It is not good for the man to be alone’ to deny Adam’s obvious loneliness. We’ve all got basic needs for physical contact with the opposite gender and companionship, that God himself designed us not to have those needs met by a better relationship with Him, or better same sex fellowship. No, we need romance. To abuse people for feeling and expressing that need eventually makes them repress those emotions, and repressed emotions lead to physical symptoms in the body like back aches, headaches, itching, sore throats and other manifestations that earthly medical tests can’t explain... all because these ivory tower religiously abusive snobs haven’t got a clue how our loving God really wants us to treat one another. Before I left the Anglican church, I saw infant baptisms, which aren’t in the Bible and make no sense at all. Baptism is an adult believer immersed in water to symbolize the washing away of sins. It needs to be something done by someone old enough to know what that means, not a newborn baby who hasn’t a clue.”

*          *          *          *

“I knew they were filming doing the rescue,” said Senteri, “I knew that if I was going to smuggle you back here for our romantic weekend, that I’d have to make sure that nobody watching the television news would see me rescuing the last victim, namely you, without lifting him down to the street level.”

“That’s why you closed your hand to completely cover me, while I had watched the heads and shoulders of the other rescued people sticking out above your closed fingers,” said Donello, “It enabled you to slip me down between your breasts, without anyone else knowing that I’d even been the last survivor of the burning building in the first place.”

“Exactly, and so now nobody knows you’re here,” said Senteri.

*          *          *          *

“So how did you find your way out of all that, if you’d been raised on it like I was?” asked Elaine.

“I met a girl nextdoor who was going to an Adventist church, got a huge crush on her and started going with her to see what my chances were. The girl turned out not to be interested, and that hurt for a few weeks,” said Evan.

“I can imagine it did,” said Elaine.

“But while I was there, God had used the situation to teach me that eternal torment hell was a false teaching, using Adventists who didn’t believe in that one,” said Evan, “It changed my fearful loathing of God into a loving admiration, gratitude and respect.”

“So why not stay with the Adventists?” asked Elaine, “I’ve never tried them back in my day.”

“Don’t,” said Evan, “Instead of Calvin’s rubbish, they get their own false teachings from the writings of their so called prophet Ellen White, not from the Bible. They live under Old Testament restrictions of what you can do on the Sabbath, when Hebrews clearly tells us that Jesus is our Sabbath rest now, not a day of the week. They live under Old Testament food laws, when Jesus tells us in Mark chapter 7 that all foods are now fit to be eaten, and in Romans 14 that no religious person should judge another over food or Sabbaths. Worst of all, Adventists don’t believe in once saved always saved, that Jesus has guaranteed us a place in heaven, once we’ve accepted Him.  They think it depends on how well we do at conquering our sin struggles after conversion. They twist obscure scriptures like Ezekiel 20 into arguing their viewpoint, but they ignore the countless New Testament assurances that God keeps a believer saved.”

“I guess with their food laws, they’d never eat leprechauns,” murmured Elaine, as Pedro stifled a laugh and began thinking about the giantesses’ food tastes and what Adventists would make of that.

*          *          *          *

“I’m glad you went about it that way,” said Donello, “I might not have enjoyed all our intimate moments as much as I have, if I’d had to deal with the thought that any potential relationship we have would be discussed by TV news viewers all over my world. The touch of your giant lips against my face and upper body has been a private thrill that will only be known to us.”

“I know how you feel,” said Senteri, “I didn’t want to risk being shrunken like those others of my people who came to your city before. Only one of them ever got back here, and she was restored to her full native size with the collusion of one of that protective unit’s agents.”

“Well they made a public declaration of their plans to eat every orphan child and juvenile delinquent on the planet,” said Donello, “They were just asking for trouble.”

“That much I understood,” said Senteri, “On the other hand, I have helped a lot of people in a situation where no other feasible help was available, and I’ve just brought one attractive young man back with me without anyone else knowing about it. All those others I saved will be able to go on and live out regular ongoing existences on your world, and I have you as my favourite as a payment for my services.”

Donello stood up, so that his eyes were level with her lips and ran his hand over her lower lip, enjoying the feeling of it on his palm and fingers.

*          *          *          *

“So you tried the religious abuse of the Anglicans and walked away. Then you tried the Ellen White stuff in the Adventist church and walked away. How did you finally end up with this place?” asked Elaine.

“I thought the Baptists were the most balanced. They hold the Arminian view of salvation that I explained in today’s sermon. Unlike cessationist Anglicans, many Baptists believe in modern day healings and miracles and supernatural answers to prayer, just the way the Bible says it will be. So we could do something about many people’s sicknesses and life threatening medical conditions. We could pray for lonely singles, that God would give them a partner. And we could eat whatever we liked, and enjoy Saturdays without religious bondage tying us down. But still that teaching of eternal  torment hell was getting deeper and deeper under my skin. I knew it was wrong, but I wasn’t in a position to tell that to unbelievers. So that left them hating and disbelieving in God for reasons that weren’t true.”

“That was me until Pedro told me your version of things on Friday at work,” said Elaine.

“We’re glad to have him here,” said Evan, “So anyway, I couldn’t find one denomination, or any religious movement that didn’t preach some form of nonsense that argues with the Bible. I was sick of having to choose between false Anglican beliefs or false Adventist beliefs, and don’t get me started on the Pentecostals, Catholics, Uniting or others. I prayed about it, and I came to the conclusion that the only way to go to a church that didn’t have any of those off putting fallacious arguments in it was to start such a church myself. Hence the name. I opened the doors in Vancoeuver a few years ago, and planted this parish south of the border after we’d gotten a few others going in the meantime. I believe that this is my calling, and I want to lead people to accept the real God of the Bible, not the various discouraging distortions I grew up on.”

“Do you think you could accept him too now?” asked Pedro gently, looking to Evan for approval.

Evan gave Pedro a slight nod.

“Eternal youth, no more suffering of any kind. I guess it’s the nature of my job to be looking for the catch,” thought Elaine, still wondering in the back of her mind about whether Senteri could be trusted.

“The catch is that for now, for a finite blink of a few decades in the face of eternity, we’re living in that awful world you described in our chat on Friday,” said Pedro, “But Jesus said that whoever holds out to the end will be saved. You just need to be all in on this. Jesus will do the rest, and the Holy Spirit will help you.”

*          *          *          *

“It’s hardly a payment at that. I love being here with you,” said Donello.

“I love it every bit as much as you do,” said Senteri, “By payment, I meant that you’ll be the one I’ll enjoy eating for my dinner tonight in return for my having rescued all the others. It all works out very nicely, since I made sure that nobody saw you.”

“Do you mean that you did that rescue as a means of covering up your kidnapping me, all so that you could eat me?” asked Donello.

“I suppose that’s the thing that motivated me. I was able to pull it off, without those agents using their shrinking guns on me,” said Senteri, “But I’m glad to have saved those people, and it seems like a fair deal all around, even if they don’t know all the details.”

*          *          *          *

“I don’t mean to be talking out of turn or trying to second guess your thoughts,” said Evan, “But I saw you on the news the day those giant women were shrunken. I think I get where you’re coming from about looking for the catches in things and wondering whether or not you can trust anything you hear. Christianity isn’t easy, but look out at the rest of the world and the state that it’s in. 6000 years of sin advancing its way through global society since we first fell from perfection in the Garden of Eden .... well that makes my argument for me. Does the unbelieving world have a better deal to offer? What’s their hope for a next life? They don’t have one. What happens when the life they cling to here gets snuffed out, or starts to crumble, or hard times might end up defining their daily existence? The catch isn’t a hidden trick clause. It’s a calling to stick it out, and to share it with other people like I’m doing now, and like Pedro must have been doing when he persuaded you to come here. Are you up for that?”

“If you’d asked me three days ago, I’d have told you to stick it in your ear,” said Elaine, “But after listening to both of you this weekend, it does seem the right way to go. How do I start?”

“Just pray to God now, tell Him you want to accept what Jesus has done for you on the cross, and to follow Him from now on, right up until the day He takes you up to heaven. From the way I’ve seen Matthew Chapter 24’s end time signs playing out on the news each night, Jesus’ return might well happen in our lifetime. If it doesn’t, we’ll be raised to eternal life on the day He does return. You pray that prayer, and then I’ll pray for you, and then come here whenever you can make it, so you’ve got the regular teaching and fellowship of people around you who share your faith like Pedro and me. It can be a touch road to travel, but we walk it together, not in isolation.”

So Elaine Gosfit gave her heart to Christ that morning, and then went to enjoy a picnic lunch with Pedro.

*          *          *          *

“Do you think it’s fair for ME, to be eaten?” blurted out Donello.

“You’d have died in that fire if I hadn’t saved you,” said Senteri in a calm voice, with a pleasant look on her face.

“Sure, but from what you’ve just said, you haven’t saved me from yourself!” said Donello.

“Well those were the terms of my rescue, that I keep one of the burning building victims as a payment for myself. I could have chosen to walk past the city and save nobody at all,” said Senteri, “This way 39 people get saved, I get a delicious dinner following on from a happy intimate weekend with a small young earth man, and by not even divulging those terms to you until now, I’ve given you the chance to enjoy most of that weekend too.”

“You don’t know for certain that a fleet of helicopters wasn’t on its way with ropeladders to airlift us all out of that building, without you demanding to eat me as payment for saving us your way,” said Donello.

“Well even if that unlikely eventuality were possible in this situation, the fact is that I got there first. I saw my opportunity. I saved 39 people, and I found a way to eat the 40th one without having your D.I.R.E. agents reduce me to your size. It was a clever charade, a successful tactic, and one I’m going to make use of. As I said a few minutes ago, nobody else knows you’re here. As far as the rest of your planet knows, I got everybody out of that building, and they all went home safely. I am free to gobble you all up tonight, with no consequences,” said Senteri.

*          *          *          *

“Tell me,” said Elaine, after finishing a ham and lettuce sandwich, “Would you have still been as keen to have lunch with me, if I hadn’t become a Christian?”

“Well there’s what you said on Friday about me being a guy that you’d most likely go out with. I’ve always liked you too, and I don’t think I’d have wanted to be apart from you under any circumstances. I’m commanded in the Bible not to marry an unbeliever, but that wouldn’t have stopped me from asking you out on dates. It’s because I like you a lot, or to be honest, because I feel I love you, that I care that bit extra about what happens to you on judgement day. I’d certainly have asked you on the picnic anyway, even if you hadn’t checked out the church this morning, but I wanted to take every step I could get away with to give you a real understanding of the Gospel that transcends the nastiness that’s crept into the places you and I and Evan were raised in. I hope one day that there’ll be an end of time revival in the very near future, where churches discard their false teachings and religious abusive practices and work together to show and practice God’s love with everyone.”

“Fair enough, and I’ve been falling for you since we met at your job interview too,” said Elaine, “Do you mind if we talk shop for a minute?”

“I didn’t just take the job for a paycheck,” said Pedro, “I find it an exciting career to be patrolling the outskirts of  the Brazilian jungle in case of giantess attacks.”

“I don’t know if I’m getting cynical, but I just wonder if Senteri is really the first giantess we’ve seen who isn’t planning to launch another man eating attack. Maybe she’s an advanced spy sent here to win our confidence, perhaps to find a way to get us to discard our shrinking guns, perhaps to find a way to make them immune to them somehow. Rescuing people would be a good way to go about it,” said Elaine.

“I don’t think there’s any way to resist the shrinking effect of E.B.’s weapon design,” said Pedro, “And I don’t see how Senteri could pull another giantess team raid on our people either. We monitor the jungle, the portal and the city, which are the three earliest things the giants have to pass through. If there’s another attack, they get shrunken.”

“Senteri said something about one of them finding a way to have her size restored after returning home,” said Elaine.

“Well they can do it there, if they’ve got their own version of the technology set in reverse,” said Pedro, “But if they come back here, and if they attack again, they get shrunken again. It’d be a repetitive cycle that did them no good. The moment we catch them kidnapping or  trying to eat someone, they lose their size. If necessary, if we observed that the same shrunken giantesses were returning home, getting their giant size restored, and launching new attacks, we could imprison their shrunken forms on earth to stop them getting home. We won’t stand for having our people snatched up and eaten on the spot, or bagged under a hostage ransome scheme and carted off to be eaten later. Those giantesses know it. They’d be asking for trouble to try it again. They were lucky that we interpreted the laws of diplomatic immunity in favour of not executing them last time.”

“I guess you’re right,” said Elaine, “But we’ll certainly keep a close eye on Senteri’s movements every time she’s spotted on earth.”

*          *          *          *

“Some of the others in that building will remember me, remember that I was there. They’ll report the fact that the last time I was seen was during the rescue, that I was the last one still in there after you’d gotten everyone else out. They’ll work out that –...” Donello began.

“Stop conjecturing and hypothesizing, young man. They’ll think you were put down on the street after they’d walked away from the blazing inferno, and that you just haven’t shown your face since. There’s no way out of this for you. I’ve explained the scenario adequately enough. I’ve planned well, when I decided to look for rescue opportunities and dressed to conceal one of the survivors between my breasts, and I’ve been successful in every way. I’m telling you now, because it will make the rest of the day a little more interesting for us, now that you know what the evening plans are,” said Senteri.

“Well ... now that I’ve had the duration of this conversation to think about it, I’ve just realised that being inside your beautiful mouth, lying on your soft moist tongue does have a lot more to offer than meeting my end in an inescapable burning building. I guess that being inside an inescapable you has a short term far greater appeal.”

“Thank you,” said Senteri, and kissed him slowly.

He was more aroused than ever by the temporary nature of the ensuing afternoon’s romantic thrills with the beautiful giantess, and couldn’t help sharing in a certain reciprocating amount of her own excitement as he watched her preparing him in the kitchen and taking him to the dining table. He looked up at her gargantuan beauty as she picked him up and opened her mouth wide and showed him her yawning perfect pink tongue. He watched as she slowly placed him into her mouth and withdrew her fingers. He lay there in a mixture of ecstacy and apprehension, until he was suddenly catapulted by her arching tongue into her gulping throat and drawn down to her awaiting stomach.

A few weeks later, Elaine Gosfit walked into the monitor room at the Brazilian D.I.R.E. base to check on any developments.

“Have there been any more sightings of Senteri?” she asked, still suspicious of Senteri’s apparently benevolent rescue activity during the fire.

“None,” said Pedro, “In fact no giantesses at all have been seen since the day she made the news. We did get two interesting guests driving past this base in a jeep and heading further into the jungle.”

“Interesting in what way?” asked Elaine.

“Well Kara Shimni was in the passenger seat, and a guy with a camera hanging around his neck was driving. They didn’t even stop to photograph this base,” said Pedro.

“Well she is a supermodel. He was probably more interested in photographing her,” said Elaine.

By the time the D.I.R.E. agents were having this conversation, the photographer (named Marcel) and Kara Shimni had come upon the giant portal, and decided it was as good a place as any to pull over and do the photo shoot that they had been planning.

Kara removed her dress and began to pose for Marcel in her bikini. He directed her several times, choreographing a number of engaging shots, with almost equally beautiful scenery in the background.

“I’ve seen a few photos of you sticking your tongue out online,” said Marcel, “But they’re all a fair distance from the camera. Would you mind if I took some close ups of you doing it, not for the public shoot, but just to keep for myself.”

“Sure,” said Kara, and obliged him with some sensuous protrusions of her thick sparkling taste organ.

“I guess we should break for lunch,” said Marcel after over an hour’s work.

Suddenly a beam of light came from the bushes and shone on Kara.

As Marcel watched in surprise, and Kara’s mouth dropped open in just as much confusion, she grew to gigantic size. Then the beam struck something behind Kara’s parted feet, and it grew to giant size too. It was a paper airplane. Marcel ran under her legs and dragged the plane back under her high torso and looked at it. There seemed to be writing on the flaps.

“Can you pick this up and read it?” he asked.

Kara sat down and took it from him, unfolded the plane and saw that there was a message that took up most of the page. It simply said:

‘Congratulations. You have been Upsized, courtesy of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency.’

She read it aloud to him.

“Growth agency. What on earth’s that?” asked Marcel.

“It’s written as an acronym, but there’s nothing to say what it stands for.”
“And now you’re stuck at that size,” said Marcel.

“I guess I’ll have to live in the giant land beyond that portal,” said Kara.

“Well not necessarily, although the increased size only increases the appeal of your beautiful body as well. That base we passed on the way here has people with the shrink guns that stopped those invading giantesses. I’m sure they’d get you back to normal size,” said Marcel.

“I guess they could. The only thing is that I’ll be starving by the time I get back to them. The normal sized sandwich I bought for lunch won’t be more than a speck on my tongue now. At least you’re the size of a cocktail frankfurt, relatively speaking.”

Kara picked Marcel up and put out her tongue and licked his arms and face all at once.

“That’s an affirmation of my decision to wear a short sleeved shirt,” said Marcel, “Kara, that felt amazing. You could put me in your mouth and swallow me whole. It would feel so much better than just looking at those photographs you let me take of your tongue when you were normal sized.”

“That’s what I was thinking of doing,” said Kara, “It’s kind of you to offer though.”

“I’d love to take the credit you’re giving me for being kind, but you could fulfil all my wildest fantasies about you with this. If you’re up for my suggestions on how we could go about it, I’m thinking you could put me into your mouth as I am for a while, and you’d enjoy the taste of me on your tongue, while I’d enjoy the unparalleled ecstacy of being there. Then I could get the can of whipped cream I brought in the jeep. I was hoping to work up the nerve to spray some on myself and ask you to slowly lick it off,” said Marcel, unbuttoning his shirt and removing it, “But now your giant sized tongue could make it so much better as the ultimate lead up to putting me back in your mouth and gulping me down.”

“I could tell you had fantasies about my tongue, when you asked me to stick it out before,” said Kara, “But this is quite a surprise.”

“I’ll get the cream, while you prepare your mouth for a mutual treat!” said Marcel.

She put him on the ground, and waited while he walked over to the jeep. He opened the door and reached for a bag that he’d left in the center of the front seat. It had been between them while he was driving her through the jungle. He fumbled with the zipper for a few seconds, then got the bag open, and rummaged inside it. He climbed in and sat on the driver’s seat and began tossing things out of the bag and into the back seat. Suddenly he slammed the door shut, turned on the engine and floored it back in the direction from which they had come. Kara sat up and ran after him.

“So there is a limit to your fantasies about my mouth!” she called, “I’m not disappointed, since we’re both just thinking about ways to aid in our own survival options, but you certainly played me for a few minutes. I guess you didn’t really bring any whipped cream after all. That’s a bit of a shame for both of us, but you’ll still go down well and fill the needs of my stomach for a while.”

The jeep had a top speed of 160 kilometers per hour. To drive it at over seventy kilometers per hour on this dirt trail would be risking a fatal accident, but getting caught by Kara would remove any element of risk from his fate. Barely avoiding trees and rocks on either side of the trail, Marcel sped up to 130 kilometers an hour and drove for his life. She had almost caught up to him when he reached the perimeter fence of the D.I.R.E. base, and called out at the top of his lungs:

“If you guys are watching in there, you’ve got to help me! My model’s become a giantess and she’s hungry enough to make me her alternate lunch!”

The security cameras picked up his audible call for help as well as the visual approach of the jeep.

“We’ll take this one, Pedro,” said Elaine, “I’m keen to find out how she became a giantess in one morning.”

They ran outside and were let through the perimeter gates just in time to see Kara running towards the jeep. When she noticed the base, she stopped running and sat down in front of them.

“Looks like you led me back here a lot faster and sooner than I’d planned to come,” said Kara, “If they can get me back to normal size, I think the sandwich in my bag in the jeep should do me for lunch after all.”

“You heard the lady,” said Elaine.

Pedro fired his shrinking gun at Kara, and reduced her to normal size.

“Thanks heaps,” said Kara, walking towards the jeep.

“There is still the matter of you trying to eat your photographer,” said Elaine, “We set up this base because we’ve been having enough trouble with invading native giantesses trying that sort of thing. Unlike them, you don’t have any diplomatic immunity.”

“She was just desperately hungry, after finding herself suddenly enlarged and without a significant food supply,” said Marcel, “I don’t want to bring any legal actions against her, and I am the only victim who could potentially testify. She hasn’t tried to eat anyone else, and she voluntarily stopped when we got here.”

Kara gave him a warm look of surprise at the way he had suddenly defended her.

“On your say-so, we can let it go, but with one condition,” said Elaine, “I want to know everything I can that happened from the time we saw you driving past us this morning until the time you became a giant, specifically how it happened. Did you two go through that portal into their land?”

“No, although we were thinking of exploring it,” said Marcel.

Kara related the whole story, right up to the discovery of the paper aeroplane and its cryptic message.

“The G.R.O.W.T.H. agency,” said Elaine, “I thought I did the right thing by leaving them to their own colony’s business after I’d sent two teams of agents to investigate them. You two can go, but Pedro, pick a team to meet me in the conference room.”

The D.I.R.E. agents left their visitors at the jeep.

“Can I still drive you back?” asked Marcel.

“You’re something else!” said Kara, “I really would have eaten you whole, you know.”

“And I’d have enjoyed it just as much as I said, except for the final outcome. I was planning to trick you into letting me get to the jeep the way I did, but I wanted my time in your mouth first, not just to make me appear to be more trustworthy to return with the nonesuch whipped cream. It was also because I really wanted to be in there ... in your very huge sensuous mouth.”

“My ex was always so selfish, but you went all in on persuading that D.I.R.E.ctor to let me go.”

“Good pun,” said Marcel, “I didn’t have any whipped cream at lunch time, but if you’d care to stay the night with me, I’m sure we could stop off at a supermarket dairy aisle on the way.”

“So you want me to lick your face clean of it at normal size?” she asked, smiling mischievously.

“It won’t be as good as you doing it as a giantess, but I’ll take whatever we can manage,” said Marcel.

She leaned across and licked his cheek.

“It’s a date,” she said.

In the conference room, Elaine addressed the team of operatives selected for this assignment.

“From our agents’ reports, we know the location of one of the North Shore bush portals into the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency’s giant land offices’ gardens,” said Elaine, “And we know that their staff have a device that can teleport a person from one place to another and alter their size. The device has its own monitor screen. They must have somehow projected an Upsizing ray onto Kara, without making any attempt to teleport her.”

“Perhaps they travelled from their colony to the portal and fired it through the portal at her and then sent the paper plane through as well,” said Pedro.

“That plane being enlarged after it was thrown behind Kara is the one peculiar thing,” said Elaine, “If they were all Upsized giants, and they could use either a teleporter or a giant portal to get the plane to Kara and Marcel, then why didn’t they just write the message on a giant sized piece of paper to begin with and send it like that?”

“Maybe their Upsizing device couldn’t teleport a giant sized paper plane. So they reduced it temporarily, and then enlarged it again when it landed behind Kara Shimni,” said Pedro.

“I guess that’s a plausible explanation,” said Elaine, “We’re going to make a vertical landing of the D.I.R.E. jet in a clearing of that West Lindfield bush in a week’s time. First we go into heavy training to surprise the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency people. They have their own size altering technology. They’re all Upsized and will see us coming if we’re not careful. We’ll have to find out which one of their staff is in possession of the Upsizing machine and shrink her down first. Otherwise she’ll just re-Upsize any other staff member we shrink.”

A few days later, in the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency giant land offices, Amanda Berg was updating the database of Upsized colonist clients at her desk, when she was struck by a beam of light and began shrinking. She pushed her chair back and found that it was shrinking along with her body anyway. The ray seemed to be coming from the air vent on the far side of the room. She stopped shrinking when she was down to the normal size of an earthling woman, a size that she had not been for some time. She ran over to the vent, but the beam of light had stopped, and she could see that whoever was in the vent had escaped outside. Then she noticed a sheet of paper lying on the floor in front of the vent. She picked it up and read it:

‘Soon we’ll shrink you all, and you’ll find out what it means to mess with D.I.R.E.’

Amanda took the message into Linda Williams’ office and told her what had happened. Linda used the Upsizing machine to restore Amanda Berg to giant size, and then Upsized the sheet of paper as well.

Back at the Brazilian D.I.R.E. base, Elaine did the final briefing of her team, and told them to collect their shrinking guns and prepare to board the jet.

“Bring one extra gun,” said Elaine, “Pedro, contact agent Telano and recall him from his vacation and have him rendezvous with us.”

“He’s in a waterfront motel on Sydney’s Central Coast,” said Pedro, and made the international call.

The motel receptionist paged Joaquim Telano, who was fortunately in the building at the time, saving them the trouble of having to try his mobile phone number.

Pedro exchanged some words with Joaquim, and then called Elaine to the telephone.

“He wants to speak to you, Director.”

Elaine took the phone in her hand.

“I’m here, Joaquim,” she said.

“I don’t mean to be difficult, boss, but don’t you have enough on duty agents to work with? This holiday means a lot to me, and I’ve been, well... making time with a stunner of a woman,” said Joaquim.

“This case has led us directly to Sydney’s North Shore, and you’re already only an hour or two’s train ride away from it,” said Elaine, “You can take the rest of your leave after this job. Right now we need you. We’re bringing your weapons. All you need to do is meet us in the clearing in the West Lindfield bush when we land.”

“If I have to,” sighed Joaquim, “I would have thought that any giantesses in Sydney would have made the news over here, long before I heard from you about it.”

“I’ll fill you in when we get there. Keep your mobile on for updates on our arrival, and start train trekking, Joaquim.”

Joaquim wasted no time in negotiating a refund on his remaining time at the hotel, packed his suitcase and soon had the unenviable task of carrying it from the West Lindfield bus stop to the clearing in the bush, relieved at least that he could soon leave his holiday luggage in the D.I.R.E. jet.

When the jet had landed and the team were all assembled, including an agent who had been through the West Lindfield bush portal before, that agent led the team through the portal and into the giant garden outside the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency offices.

“What the blazes!” said Pedro, “My shrink gun’s just disappeared from its holster.”

“Not just yours,” said Joaquim, “They’re all vanishing.”

“It’s the teleportation feature of the Upsizing machine,” said Elaine, “They’re already onto us. Back to the portal. We’ll have to head home for more shrink guns and  then try to surprise them at night, when their Upsizing machine’s monitor screen can’t spot us.”

Before they could run more than three paces each, they found themselves teleported onto Amanda Berg’s desk. Amanda sat at her chair staring down intently at them, holding their guns in the palm of her hand.

“I’ll keep these out of your reach from now on,” she said, “Linda! I’ve got them all, in my office!”

The D.I.R.E. agents heard footsteps in the corridor, and saw Linda Williams, manager of the agency come into the room, carrying a large cage.

“You lot can get inside this now,” she said, placing it down on the table with the door open.

“We’ll do no such thing,” said Elaine, “You’re little Upsizing prank drove Kara Shimni to the point when she almost ate her photographer.”

“I’ve no idea what you’re  talking about,” said Linda, while Amanda seized two D.I.R.E. agents and pushed them into the cage.

Linda snatched up Joaquim and Pedro and forced them into the cage too.

“Sure you don’t know!” said Elaine, “A beam of light enlarged Kara to giant size in the Brazilian jungle, and then your calling card was enlarged enough for her to read as well.”

Amanda herded the remaining D.I.R.E. agents into the cage, and then Linda closed the padlock shut and put the key in her pocket.

“What calling card would that be?” she asked.

“It said ‘Congratulations. You have just been Upsized, courtesy of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency’.”

“Well neither of us wrote it,” said Linda, “Speaking of calling cards, how about you show them the one they left us, Amanda.”

Amanda took the sheet of paper from her desk and held it in front of the cage.

“It was normal sized when I found it on the floor near the air vent, from which one of you shrank me,” said Amanda, “And since you threatened to do it to all of us, we’ve been monitoring the portals closely ever since.”

“We only got to Australia today,” said Elaine, “And we haven’t been shrinking your staff.”

“That’s hardly what the evidence indicates,” said Linda.

“We can say the same thing about what you must have done to Kara Shimni in Brazil,” said Elaine.

“The difference is that we’ve got the drop on you. We’re not going to have you returning to your base on earth, gathering more shrinking weapons and taking us by surprise in the future,” said Linda, handing Amanda a spare key to the cage lock.

“You’ve no right to do this to us,” said Pedro, “Neither of our organizations has any government authority behind it. You have to turn us free.”

“You can all stay in that cage as pets and behave yourselves,” said Linda, “If they give you any trouble that distracts you from your work, Amanda, you can put the cage in the cupboard for a while and see how they like it in the dark.”

Linda left the room.

“They’ve got us,” said Pedro, “Even if we still had one shrinking gun, we can’t be effective against the teleportation feature of their device.”

“And now they’ll never let us go!” said Joaquim, “I wouldn’t even be here if you’d let me finish my vacation!”

“Well you didn’t mind coming in on your first day off to pick up that coat you’d left behind,” said Pedro.

“You’re hilarious, wise guy,” said Joaquim.

“Your first day off was the day before Kara Shimni was enlarged,” said Elaine.

“I guess I missed being drafted into this case back then by a day or so,” said Joaquim.

“You’re also the only one who was in Australia when Amanda claims she was shrunken by an unknown office breaker in here,” said Elaine, “Who’s to say that Kara couldn’t have been enlarged by one of our shrinking guns on its reverse setting, instead of this lot’s Upsizing machine?”

“Are you saying I’d sell out the team?” asked Joaquim.

“I’m saying you’re the only one in a position to have left the Brazilian base with one of our shrinking guns, ostensibly while there to pick up a coat you might have deliberately left in the building. You’re the only one who could have used that gun to enlarge Kara and the paper aeroplane message, and then come over to Sydney, gone through the West Lindfield portal, and used that gun again to shrink Amanda,” said Elaine.

“This is ridiculous! You’re guessing!” said Joaquim.

Amanda took out her own key to the cage, unlocked the door and reached in for Joaquim.

“You people are making it very hard for me to concentrate, and now you’ve got me wanting to know if your director is right. Since you’re the one they suspect, and you don’t seem to have much to say, I might as well have some compensation for that shrinking scare that one of you must have given me.”

Amanda opened her mouth and placed Joaquim inside it.

He slowly felt himself headed towards the top of her throat.

“I’ll talk! Let me out! I’ll tell you everything!” said Joaquim.

Several weeks earlier, Joaquim had been about to enter the monitor room and confirm that his shift was over, when Senteri’s rescue of the people in the burning building had made the television news. While the others’ eyes were glued to the screen, Joaquim had taken one of the shrink guns and headed for the giant portal, passed through it, and then lay down to gather his energy, until Senteri had done what he had predicted.

Senteri had returned through the portal. Running as fast as he could, Joaquim had been able to follow Senteri’s walking pace back to her house. Then he’d witnessed the weekend she had spent with Donello, wishing that he’d met Senteri first, but unwilling to walk away from the situation. On the Sunday afternoon, he’d heard Senteri explaining her method of acquiring human meals by selecting one rescued survivor from dangerous incidents, and smuggling him home and eating him. The morning after Senteri had swallowed Donello, he had approached Senteri and revealed himself.

“I can shrink you with this gun if you try to eat me,” said Joaquim, “But in any case, you’d be better off if I could take steps to make sure that D.I.R.E.’s agents couldnt shrink you. They’d work out your little rescue racket eventually, and then you’d be reduced to my size forever, and I wouldn’t want that.”

“You wouldn’t?” asked Senteri, “How can you help?”

“I’ve read up on all of D.I.R.E.’s files. There’s a colony of my people in another part of your land, accessed from an earthling sized portal in another part of my world. They have used what they call an Upsizing machine to enlarge some of my people to your giant size, and settled themselves there to form that colony. I could frame them, set them up to look like the instigators of a giantess incident in Brazil. Then the D.I.R.E. agents would go to the colony to deal with them. Before they get there, I could make it look to the colony’s representatives, that D.I.R.E. had already begun an attack on them. When my boss and her team arrives, they’ll be caught and put out of action for good. That would leave you free to take a nice tasty one of my people to eat every now and then, perhaps without even needing to look for rescues anymore, if D.I.R.E. isn’t around to bother you.”

“Why would you do all that for me, including betraying your own organisation?” asked Senteri.

“For as much contact with those lovely giant lips and fabulous gargantuan breasts of yours as you’d be willing to give me,” said Joaquim.

“I think I’d like that,” said Senteri, “Although I wouldn’t want you around while I’m eating my taste targets. I’d still consider that as a special private encounter between me and them.”

“I can work with that too,” said Joaquim.

*          *          *          *

“So that’s what you meant by making time with a woman,” said Elaine, when Joaquim had finished relating the entire story, “And she’s waiting in her giant house for you to drop in and tell her that the coast is clear, with us out of the game.”

“And it would have been, if you’d let me finish my vacation,” said Joaquim.

“You set us at eachother’s necks for that!” said Amanda, “I’ve a good mind to eat you good and properly now anyway.”

Looking up at the giant mouth from which he had just emerged, and then up still higher at the look of annoyance in Amanda’s eyes, Joaquim had no doubt that she meant what she’d just said.

“Amanda, we have no quarrel now,” said Elaine, “I’ll dismiss Joaquim Telano from D.I.R.E. He’ll never get his hands on another shrinking gun, and we know you’re not responsible for Kara Shimni. So we’ve no reason to disturb your colony in the future.”

“I’ll have to check with Linda,” said Amanda, and called her back in and summarized Joaquim’s confession.

“I’m sorry we didn’t believe you,” said Linda.

“Well in a sense, it was one of us, but he won’t be anymore,” said Elaine, “And he caused us a lot of trouble too, hiding in the jungle with a shrink gun set in reverse and starting off this little war between D.I.R.E. and G.R.O.W.T.H.”

“You can have your weapons back, so long as he doesn’t get his hands on one,” said Linda.

“He’ll be in handcuffs,” said Elaine, slipping them onto Telano’s wrists, “We’ve still got Senteri the how commission rescuer to deal with.”

“Perhaps we owe you one,” said Linda, “If we knew exactly where her house is, we could reduce her and it to tiny size and teleport both into a vacant spot on earth. She couldn’t kidnap and eat any more selected victims from rescues.”

“Please don’t shrink her!” begged Joaquim, “I’m crazy beyond words about her giant lips! I can warn her never to come back, tell her that you’re onto her and that she’ll just have to give up eating men.”

“That’s too big .... too giant sized a loose end to leave behind,” said Elaine, “But your actions ironically told us what Senteri was up to. I suspected her right from the day of that fire in the city, and I didn’t have one solid thing to go on. Now I think there is a mutually workable solution.”

The next day Senteri woke up, ate her breakfast, and then stepped out of her house to take a walk. Not only was the surrounding landscape totally unfamiliar to her, but Elaine Gosfit was sitting on the lawn with a shrinking gun in her hand and a small box in her lap. Elaine stood up and walked over to Senteri. They were now the same size and height.

“I’m aware of your using rescue opportunities to eat a selected survivor from amongst my people,” said Elaine, “I’ve also uncovered the conspiracy involving you and a former member of my own staff named Joaquim Telano. The G.R.O.W.T.H. agency he involved in his treachery has made peace with us, and performed the service of transporting you to a vacant plot of land near our Irish base on earth. You are continents away from your giant portal, and will remain our size forever. Former Agent Telano pleaded with me to let you retain your giant size, because he remains infatuated with the thought of kissing your once giant lips. To satisfy that apparently mutual desire that you two share, I have used his own confiscated weapon to arrange to bring you both together in a similar way.”

Senteri’s mind was still processing the fact that she’d been transported, house and all, into another land, and reduced in size.

In fact she was now the same size as the very people she had been looking forward to selecting and eating at various times in the future. Now her vision for tantalizing human repasts was replaced with a complete lack of any real plans for her future whatsoever. She had enjoyed every aspect of her encounter with Donello so much, that it had hypersensitized her tongue and her breasts to the value of repeating the experience with other earthlings as often as she possibly could ... except that now she wouldn’t be able to.

Elaine Gosfit opened the small box, and Senteri saw a now tiny sized Joaquim Telano looking up at her. Elaine lifted him gently out of the box and onto the awaiting palms of Senteri’s outstretched hands.

“Thank you for that at least. I guess you beat me,” she said.

“Beat both of you,” said Elaine, “He’s lucky not to be under arrest, but my organisation was never attached to any government. We’re free agents and protectors of earth’s human population from giantess invasions. You two are free to be together to your heart’s content, but neither of you will ever plot against our people again.”

Elaine turned and left.

Senteri carried Joaquim inside and sat down on the couch, while he told her how he’d been roped into the very case that he’d set in motion while on vacation, and how Elaine had managed to deduce the nature of most of his involvement in those events.

“I’ve really stuffed it up for both of us,” he said, “But it would have been so much worse if Elaine hadn’t let us be together. Thanks to me, you’ve eaten your last tasty earthling, the night I saw you with Donello.”

“My second last at any rate,” said Senteri.

“Did you pull a second rescue caper while I was in Australia? There was nothing on the news this time.”

“No. This is my first time being back on earth since that Friday afternoon at the fire,” said Senteri, “I know you didn’t mean to get us caught, but at least I’ll have one more special earthling meal to enjoy.”

Senteri pressed her lips to his face, and then he felt the tip of her tongue come out and rub against his face.

“Oh ... I really walked myself right into this one, didn’t I?” said Joaquim, “And after I’ve cost you your size and your homeland and all the others you could have eaten, I guess there’s no chance in a million of me ever talking you out of this.”

“That is true, but first you must have the benefits you were pursuing when you got yourself into this predicament,” said Senteri.

She took him into her bedroom and kissed him several times, and let him crawl over her body and snuggle between her breasts. They had lunch together and then continued their affair of the heart until evening. Then she took him to her dining table and slowly, arousingly and elegantly ate him whole.

Ellie Blish appointed a replacement S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. agent for Kintore, named Anders. He was 25, almost 26, and had completed his D.I.R.E. training a few weeks earlier. Ellie briefed Anders on the progress that she and agent Kintore had made with Jem Nacallas. However, she left out the fact that Kintore had intentionally placed himself at Jem’s mercy, indulging his own strong desire to be eaten by her.

“So I guess you’ll want to shrink me and have me spy on Jem in her house,” said Anders, “I’ll have to be more careful than Kintore was.”

“Two weeks ago, I’d have led with such a gameplan,” said Ellie, “However, my interim observations of Jem have uncovered some new developments. Since eating Kintore, Jem has taken a holiday to Australia, and been seen in the company of someone we believe to be a boyfriend. We’ve been tracking his activities too, and the curious thing is that he has converted most of his assets to gold. What makes that even more extraordinairy, is that Jem Nacallas, after returning from Australia, has also converted all of her wealth and assets to gold, except for the home she lives in. She has booked another flight to Australia for a week’s time.”

“Could she be planning to move there?” asked Anders.

“We thought of that, but she hasn’t put her house on the market,” said Ellie, “And there’s only one thing that we know from our other operations, which might explain the actions of both Jem Nacallas and her Australian boyfriend. Have you read up on the Upsizing Project?”

“Enough to understand the basic history,” said Anders, “Agents Carol Addison and Dean somethingorother ... I forget his name .... went to investigate a pattern of disappearances focussed around Sydney in Australia. They uncovered a process of using an employment agency to screen potential colonists of a giant land in another dimension. The prospective clients would initially think that they were just attending job interviews, and find out that there was an abundance of land to be settled in, and would pay for it by converting some of their assets to small amounts of gold, which were then enlarged, or Upsized, by the agency’s technology, and used as considerable payment.”

“That’s about it, generally with enough gold left over after enlargement to set them up financially in the Upsizing colony too,” said Ellie.

“And they have their entire houses literally teleported off the earth blocks of land and then Upsized onto vacant land in the giants’ dimension,” said Anders, “And we think that Jem is about to head for the giant land, house and all, and become an Upsized colonist?”

“Can you think of a better explanation?” asked Ellie.

“I guess that solves the problem of protecting our leprechauns from her attempts to eat them,” said Anders.

“It’s good news for the leprechauns, but not necessarily for us,” said Ellie, “I’ve been in contact with Director Gosfit about this one.”

“There must be more to tell, if it’s that serious,” said Anders, thinking how busy Elaine Gosfit must have been dealing with the giant portal in Brazil.

“There are portals leading from parts of Sydney’s North Shore into the Upsizing colony’s giant land territory, just like the portals over here in Ireland, that lead to another part of the giant land. Since Jem Nacallas had no qualms about eating your predecessor, I don’t think she’ll have any trouble thinking of normal sized young earth men as tasty lunches and dinners for her stomach, just as if they were leprechauns themselves,” said Ellie.

“So you’re saying that anyone who wanders through one of those North Shore Sydney portals and runs into an upsized Jem Nacallas could end up as her favourite food treat,” said Anders.

“That’s it,” said Ellie, “Technically, the jurisdiction that Director Gosfit has given D.I.R.E. (including S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N.) stops at our side of any portal into that giant land, but we need someone to protect our people who may fall into Jem’s clutches. For the moment, I want you to spy on Jem at your normal size. There won’t be much you can do at the size of a leprechaun, if and when Jem becomes a giantess. You’d be an unnoticable dot in comparison to her, and too small to do any worthwhile reconnaissance.”

So Anders followed Jem from her house to the village post office, and allowed a few customers to get ahead of him in the queue. He had only seen Jem from behind, and it occurred to him that he would not be able to follow her after she left the building, if he was still stuck in the queue with no real postal business to transact. Noticing a rotor stand with several products on it, he walked over to it and began slowly turning it and occasionally removing a product and examining it with ostensible interest in making a purchase.

Jem’s turn in the queue came up, and he could hear her speaking clearly to the post office teller.

“I’m going to be moving ... to Australia and then further on,” she said, “I’ve written farewell letters to all of my friends over here, which comes to about 57. I need a box of envelopes and as many stamps. Then I’ll fill out the ones on my list and post them from here.”

“I can tear a strip of 57 stamps off the roll, and the closest number of envelopes I can sell in a box is 50. You can buy the other 7 individually from the shelf. If you pay it all up front, I’ll leave you to go and collect them,” said the teller, “And you can address and stamp them all at one of the customer tables.

Anders had at least confirmed that Jem was moving to Australia, and to a D.I.R.E. and S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. agent, it was as good as a confirmation that she was moving to the giant land too. He positioned himself at the rotor, such that he could watch Jem at the customer table, while apparently continuing to browse the rotor’s products, and watched her collect her stamps and envelopes and then get to work.

Jem Nacallas wrote quickly, with her long elegant fingers, but that was not what made the most significant impression on Anders. Now that he could see her face front on, he saw the most sweet elegant eyes, apparently lost in distant thoughts of her Australian boyfriend, and the most full shapely lips adorned with bright red lipstick. If S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N.’s assumptions were correct, Jem would move to another dimension, become a giantess, and he would never see those ravishing lips again. He was infatuated with every aspect of her appearance. She was five foot nine inches tall, had long blond hair, the facial features of a model with the demure demeanor of a private citizen. Her chest was extremely well endowed, and her long neck would have been the most kissable section of skin in female human history. It was taunting him that he would soon be back to routine D.I.R.E. operations on earth, while Jem was off to become a beautiful giantess.

With all of the envelopes addressed and stuffed with her letters, Jem picked the first one up from the pile, opened the flap and raised it to her mouth. Looking on, Anders saw the most incredible thick sparkling tongue emerge from her mouth and lick the first envelope’s flap. She sealed the envelope with a press of her fingers, and then tore a stamp loose from the roll, and licked the stamp. 56 repetitions of these gestures left Anders paralysed with enervation. All he could do was follow Jem back to her house from a distance and then report back to Ellie Blish.

“We can take it for granted. She’s leaving our earthly jurisdiction,” said Ellie, “And once that house gets teleported away and upsized, we’ll have no way to find out where she settles in the Upsizing colony. We’ll have no way of knowing if her house’s new site is near one of the portals, placing wandering Australians at risk.”

“There is one way,” said Anders, “Shrink me and let me sneak into the house. When it gets teleported and Upsized, I’ll be restored to my normal size along with it. Jem Nacallas won’t even know I’ve stowed away in the same hole in her wall that Kintore was using to spy on her before. I can keep an eye on her movements, just as I would have done here in the village. If anyone from Sydney’s North Shore does find their way into her garden, I can warn them. On the other hand, if there aren’t any portals in or near Jem’s new block of giant acreage, then I can find another portal somewhere else in the colony, make my way back to earth and ultimately to Ireland and give you a report that Australians are apparently safe in the long term.”

“That’s quite an undertaking,” said Ellie, “I’ll have to clear it with Director Gosfit.”

“Can you make that call to her before we risk losing Jem?” asked Anders.

“Jem’s got to get back to Australia first,” said Ellie, “You’re feeling a lot of urgency about this, aren’t you?”

“Jem ... fascinates me,” said Anders.

“For what it’s worth, Kintore felt that way too, and his fascination would have taken him all the way down to her stomach,” said Ellie, “Be careful to use all your stealth training. I won’t have any radio contact for advising you further, once you’re teleported away in that house of hers.”

Anders hadn’t thought beyond the fact that he wanted to stay on the Jem Nacallas case all the way to the giant land. Nothing else mattered to him. If he never found a way back to earth and Ireland, it would have still been better than having never found a way to keep spying on Jem’s beautiful face and her even more beautiful tongue.

Ellie put through a priority contact message to Elaine Gosfit, who gave the go ahead for Anders to proceed with his plan.

When the sun had gone down, Ellie and Anders made their way onto Jem’s property undetected, and then Ellie used her shrinking gun on Anders. She carried him to the outer air vent entrance, and placed him beside it.

“Good luck, and stay out of trouble,” said Ellie.

Anders waved goodbye up at her, and snuck into the house.

For the next few days, he observed Jem undetected from places of concealment in the house, and then everything went quiet. Jem went out of the house and did not return. Three days later, the house was suddenly lit up from the outside, even though the sun had gone down an hour earlier.

Anders wondered if it was because the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency used the teleportation feature of their technology when it was after dark on the affected earth location, so that the sudden disappearance of an entire house would not be noticable to the neighbours. He ran across the carpet and peeked between the curtains in front of the sliding side room glass door, which Jem had left closed. Looking up, he saw that Jem was now giant sized, and was talking to another giant sized woman. The house appeared to be resting on the office desk of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency consultant who had brokered Jem’s Upsizing arrangements.

“As you can see, the house made it here alright,” said the other woman, “Now we teleport it to the new site you’ve purchased, and Upsize it.”

“And you say it’ll be near one of the new schools,” said Jem.

“That’s right. The colony has been going for a while now. The colonists who had children here have seen them grow to elementary school age. The colonists who came here with children to be upsized as well have seen them grow to high school age. So we now have a number of schools on the outskirts of the colony, and will continue to place more Upsized houses further beyond the schools. Your boyfriend has already settled in roughly the same area, with his house Upsized in the traditional way,” said the consultant.

“Thanks for everything, Amanda,” said Jem, “This will be a fresh start in life beyond anything I could have imagined at the time of my divorce.”

“You can watch on the Upsizing device’s view screen, to see your house appear on its new block of land and then get Upsized,” said Amanda Berg.

“I can’t wait to see it,” said Jem.

Anders realised he’d be watching the process from within the house. He didn’t know how long it would take Jem to walk to the new site from the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency’s giant land offices. He did not intend to be out in the open on her carpet, when she arrived. He ran back to the hole in the wall and listened to the giants talking outside the house.

“Here it goes,” said Amanda.

“It still amazes me,” said Jem.

Then he could no longer hear their voices. However, he could now see natural sunlight beaming through the curtain on the far side of the room. It must have been daytime in the giant land, he surmised. It would have been daytime in Australia too, but not in Ireland. As he had planned, Anders had grown in proportion to the Upsizing house, and was now back to his normal earthling man size, concealed in the now giant sized home of a woman who had once quite happily eaten the first man from S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. who had been assigned to spy on her.

He lay down in the air vent and dropped off to sleep. He would need his energy at night, when Jem had gone to sleep. Hours later, he awoke to the sound of Jem preparing dinner, from food in her refridgerator which had all been upsized as well, with no adverse effects. When she finally went to bed, after reading a book on the couch in his line of sight, he snuck out of the house with his penlight torch and began to search the garden outside for any signs of portals to earth. At his size, the full reconnaissance of the entire property took him over four hours. There was no sign of any interdimensional opening leading from anywhere in the garden. He was fully satisfied that nobody from Australia would unwittingly end up in Jem’s giant garden after making the decision to step through a portal and explore whatever lay beyond. Whatever concealed portals were well hidden in the bushlands of Sydney’s Upper North Shore, they would only lead to other parts of the colony, where S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. could only hope lived benevolent Upsized earthlings.

Anders now faced a long and tiring walk to the nearest of these portals, in order to return to Australia and then to D.I.R.E.land, as he had begun to jokingly think of the Irish D.I.R.E. base that had birthed the S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. subdivision of the organisation. There was no further calling for him to remain in the giant land. Had there been a portal in Jem’s new garden, his responsibilities may have gone on indefinitely. However, now he felt the return of that strange haunting sadness which had overwhelmed him back in the Irish village post office. He knew that Jem was a giantess with a life of her own.

Yet Anders could not bear the thought of having no more opportunities to observe her from places of concealment. The giant garden was illuminated well by the light of whatever celestial body served as the giant land’s moon. Having circled the entire property once in order to conduct his search, Anders knew that he had to circle halfway around the property again, to get to the front exit of the property and make his departure. He tripped over fallen plant buds at times, and decided to shine his torch on the ground in front of him, at least until he was out of Jem’s garden.

He had been walking in the appropriate direction for a few minutes, when he suddenly came upon a sight that he would not have expected to behold in the middle of the night. Rounding the corner of the house came Jem Nacallas, resplendent in her night dress. Her shoulders, arms and cleavage were all brightly lit by the moon, and the white dress covered everything else down to two inches above her ankles. He turned off his torch instantly, and watched as she continued her midnight stroll. Even while ducking behind a flower in order to stay out of sight, he could not help fantasizing that they were meeting in the garden for a middle of the night romantic rendezvous.

When Jem was apparently about to walk past the flower that now concealed him, she stopped and turned and looked in his direction, not out at the garden beyond, but directly at the position where he had been standing when he had switched off his torch!

She stepped around the flower and stood towering above him, looking down at him.

“Hello there,” she said, “I was too excited to sleep right through the night, and then I saw the movements of your torch and decided to come out and find out who it was. You won’t try to run away, will you?”

“I can see that it wouldn’t be profitable,” said Anders.

Stooping down, she clasped her hand around him gently and lifted him up towards her face. She gave no sign of having noticed him in the post office, and he recalled that she had been looking down at her letters and stamps and envelopes. The rotor had largely concealed his presence, while allowing him to peek between the products and observe her tongue going to work on the stamps and envelopes.

“I came here with the help of an agency that ‘Upsizes’ people and houses,” said Jem, “My boyfriend first found them after discovering a portal that links West Lindfield’s bush with the agency’s garden. So I was wondering if your presence here means that there’s another portal somewhere in my garden.”

“I ... I want to be absolutely honest with you, Jem,” said Anders.

“Including explaining how you know my name,” said Jem.

“I’m an agent of S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N., which is a new subdivision of D.I.R.E.,” said Anders.

“The people who shrank those invading giantesses in Brazil on the news?” asked Jem.

“That’s the one,” said Anders, “S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. was set up to provide similar protective services for leprechauns at risk of being eaten by normal sized Irish women. We took a particular interest in you and one other potential eater of leprechauns. We knew about the Upsizing project, and anticipated your movements when you went to Australia and converted most of your assets to gold. My boss also knows that you ate the S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. agent Kintore whom she previously assigned to monitor you from inside your house when it was in Ireland.”

“I see,” said Jem, “He was an old acquaintance of mine actually, and for what it’s worth, he turned himself over to me to be eaten quite willingly.”

“My boss didn’t tell me that!” said Anders, “We were proceeding from the assumption that if you would eat a shrunken earthling when you were normal sized, then you might well eat normal sized earthlings who found their way into this land. So I was assigned to find out if there would be any portals in the garden that would become the new site for your Upsized house. I was making that search for portals when you must have seen my torch, or probably just finishing it and preparing to leave.”

“Did you find any?” she asked, recalling her original question.

“As far as I can tell from a thorough search, there are none. I was supposed to stay and keep an eye on things if there were any, and to return to give my report if there were none. There was just one X-factor that wasn’t covered in my briefing,” said Anders.

“Tell me,” said Jem.

“I first started observing you at my normal size. I followed you to the post office the day you sent the farewell letters to your friends. Come to think of it, I never thought to wonder how you would have worded those,” said Anders.

“I just said I was moving abroad,” said Jem.

“When you’d paid for everything and collected your seven individual envelopes, I saw you turn around and reveal the most beautiful face I’d ever seen. I was hiding behind a rotor of products, and watched you addressing all the envelopes. Then I saw you licking the envelopes and the stamps. I knew that best thing I could hope for was to continue this assignment beyond the jurisdiction of earth, so that I could see those lovely lips and your sparkling tongue from concealed observation points indefinitely,” said Anders.

Jem smiled in a friendly way, blushing at his compliment.

Her tongue came out of her mouth and slid over his neck and his entire face in one sweeping gesture.

“That was lovely!” he said, “Far more than I’d hoped for. The truth is that I couldn’t bear to leave this place, knowing you were still here. That’s why I was walking so slowly when I decided to head for the front gate. I was wondering if I could come back here during my D.I.R.E. annual leave, and even wondering if I just shouldn’t return to earth at all.”

Jem kissed his entire face at once. The feel of her lower lip against his still drying cheeks after the lick she had given him was a feeling of unparalleled ecstacy.

“The way that you speak about me makes it so natural to do that,” she said.

“If I was your boyfriend, I think I’d have much preferred to have stayed this size and touch your lips and your tongue in the way I’ve just experienced,” he said.

“Let’s finish my walk around the garden, and then you can keep me company in bed,” she said.

Jem gently slipped him between her breasts, so that his head was able to see over the top of the material that covered them, and walked slowly around the garden in the moonlight, talking with him. Then she took him into her bedroom and lay down in bed, with the moonlight still beaming through the window. She turned on her reading lamp, and rested her head on the pillow beside him and smiled at him with great affection.

“My boyfriend need never know that you came here,” she said, “The only thing I don’t understand is how you got here if there are no portals.”

“Since we had a fair idea that you were planning to have your house upsized, I suggested that my boss would shrink me and let me sneak into your house while it was still in Ireland. I expected to be returned to normal size simply by being concealed in the house at the time it was upsized. It all worked out that way, and here I am.”

“Very clever,” said Jem, “And you’re quite the sweet little stowaway.”

“Well I didn’t know that agent Kintore had volunteered to be eaten by you. I don’t think that D.I.R.E.’s director even knows that, only my boss, who for some reason went along with it. Now I know that you didn’t eat him without his permission, I’d really love to stay here. I don’t know how to work out the full solution to the love triangle that focusses around you, but D.I.R.E. could assume that I’ve been caught by you in the middle of my reconnaissance of this place, which would explain my never having returned to them to give my report,” said Anders.

“You have been caught by me, although it was really after you had finished your reconnaissance,” said Jem.

“So they could logically assume that you’d gone on and eaten me at some point after that. My boss and the D.I.R.E.ctor”, he said with a slight laugh at his own pun “would never need to know that I had wanted to stay here in whatever capacity you’d like to associate with me from now on.”

“I’m intrigued and enamoured by the speed and the strength of your feelings for me,” said Jem, “It’s more of a private interlude aside from my existing relationship with my boyfriend than a love triangle. When it comes to the nature of our association, am I to assume that you don’t have the same preference as Kintore for making D.I.R.E.s impending assumptions come true?”

“Do you mean of being eaten by you?” asked Anders.

“Yes,” said Jem.

“I wouldn’t want to go through the entire irreversible process of being eaten in every sense of the word,” said Anders, “But having said that, there’s nothing I’d crave more in the universe than future giant licks and kisses like the ones you gave me in the garden tonight.”

“It would be my sincere pleasure to give them to you,” said Jem, sitting up in bed and holding him just above her lap.

“Oh wow! Thank you!” said Anders.

“Well thank YOU for your honesty about how far you wanted to take things. I’ll be equally honest with you. I would never have eaten anyone else from earth, because there don’t seem to be any portals to bring them into my garden. So in a sense, your fulfilment of your assignment would have proved to be unnecessary. Your feelings for me in the post office must have spurred you on, so that this situation has brought us together in a way that I could never have foreseen. So I can give you the licks and kisses, with your D.I.R.E. colleagues being none the wiser, and eat you all up without your permission after we’ve enjoyed that for a few weeks.”

She held him up in front of her face again.

“You’re really going to do it, without my full agreement then?” he asked shyly.

She smiled sympathetically.

“I had to let you know what to prepare for, and also as an explanation for the way I’ll be taking precautions to prevent you from escaping,” she said.

“Maybe my jealousy of those stamps and envelopes was destined to lead to this,” he said.

“Are your cheeks still moist from the lick I did outside?”

“I think they’d dried off,” he said, “Were you thinking of giving me a totally dry giant kiss this time?”

As if to answer, she pushed her lower lip to his face and felt his hands embracing her cheeks passionately.

“Oh .... I’ve wanted this ever since you first turned around into view in the post office,” he said, turning his head to one side, so that her lip was still pressed against his left cheek, but his mouth was free to vocalise his appreciation of her sensuous advances.

She lay back down and let him crawl all over her upper body and neck and face, and rub her lower lip with his hand and snuggle against her, while they talked themselves to sleep.

After a few weeks of duplicating and varying these encounters, she served him at her dinner table in a pavlova, and drove him wild with the sights of her tongue’s various motions, as she ate around him with a spoon, until all that remained was to spoon him up and lick him clean.

Once that was done, she washed her mouth with a glass of water, licked him again, and placed him inside it, and swished him around slowly on her tongue for several minutes. By the time she gulped him down, he was convinced that returning to work for S.H.R.U.N.C.E.N. would have been life’s biggest anticlimax.

*          *          *          *

Thirty years in the future.....

On the North Shore of Sydney, Australia, a young scientist named Sylvester was feeling like a man born out of his proper time. He was now 24, well on the way to being 25, and had become increasingly disillusioned with modern society. He preferred the fashions that people wore in movies and television shows of decades earlier. He found that the soundtrack music for modern movies and television shows was tuneless noise, and often included a lot of disruptive vocal sounds and other noises that made the music useless even for listening to while deriving his main entertainment from reading an old novel. None of the designs of cars, buildings, or anything else had any significant appeal to him.

So it was probably natural, that he became obsessed with time travel. He knew nothing of the days when Sandra Corlani had taught her time travel classes in Ireland, ironically back in the one of the decades that he was trying to reach. He could only apply his own scientific research efforts into attempting to find a means to travel decades into the past. He did not even think of any of the many successful techniques that Sandra had taught her students. In fact the only approach that crossed his mind was to experiment with low level exposure to radiation. A number of forms of radiation were obviously ruled out as being either directly dangerous or having dangerous side effects. However, after experimenting with combinations of radiations generated by heating up lesser known elements on the periodic table, Sylvester designed an irradiation chamber, and considered his theory once more. He believed that if he could sufficiently irradiate himself, he might be able to mentally will himself to travel into the past.

So for several hours, he entered the chamber and immersed himself in what he had decided to call Multi-Radiation, while concentrating all of his mental processes on the singular thought of willing his mind back into the past. Because he was fantasizing about walking into libraries and reading long out of print books for free, as well as other ventures he hoped to make in the past, he found that the minutes and hours flew by rapidly. After over five hours, he had begun to dehydrate, and could continue his unsuccessful experiment no longer.

Somebody had to have the answer, he postulated. Sylvester decided to approach an employment consultancy known as the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency, which was situated next to his old university in West Lindfield. While talking to one of the earth based consultants who had joined the agency more recently, he explained that he was seeking work only with employers who were full time scientists, in order to one day persuade one of them to help him to perfect a form of time travel.

“I don’t know if I should be telling you this, as it’s not the direct solution to your problem” said the consultant.”

“What do you mean by a direct solution?” asked Sylvester, his curiosity piqued.

“Well our agency offers a chance to have oneself and one’s home and assets teleported into a dimension of giants, and Upsized to fit in naturally with the residents of the colony we started there several decades ago, as well as fitting in with the native giants further into that land,” said the consultant.

“I see your hesitance. It’s not really what I’m looking to do,” said Sylvester.

“The culture of that land still resembles that of earth several decades ago,” said the consultant, “But that’s not why I’m filling you in about the Upsizing colony. The technology used for teleporting and Upsizing people and things was derived from two earth scientists a long time ago. One invented the means of altering a person’s or an object’s size. The other was an expert in multiple methods of time travel. At least one of her time travel devices incorporated a teleportation effect. It was this feature, combined with the size altering technology invented by the first scientist, that eventually became the present day Upsizing device. It’s just possible that there might be someone in that colony who has learned enough or been able to access the original design research. If so, you could be assisted in your time travel quest.”

“Could you tell me how to get there?” asked Sylvester.

“I was going to suggest that I get you an appointment with one of the consultants at the giant land colony’s offices of G.R.O.W.T.H.,” said the West Lindfield consultant, “Then you could tell her what you’ve told me, and see if she knows anyone who could help you.”

“I’m all for that,” said Sylvester.

The following day, Sylvester was shown the nearby bush portal that emerged in the gardens outside the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency’s giant land offices, and introduced to an upsized consultant, who told him that his quest was unlikely to succeed. There was nobody in the agency’s staff who understood the mechanics of time travel. Even the original staff members of decades earlier had only made use of a device left to them by Colleen Balfour in her will. The consultant did mention that one of the schools founded by the colony (on what was once its outskirts) was a girls school whose headmistress Miss Ralstonville had been a science teacher who was upsized over thirty years earlier, and had taught in that school all that time. She was planning to retire at the end of that year, but was currently in the middle of the school’s two week vacation period between first and second terms. The upsized consultant offered to carry Sylvester to the school gardens on her upcoming day off.

Two days later, the upsized consultant left Sylvester in the school gardens, and he walked through the gardens, across the lawn which went past the school’s outdoor pool, and on still further until he came to a sign with an arrow labelled ‘Headmistress’s Office’. When he came near the office, he saw that a pretty 56 year old lady had her arms resting on the windowsill, with her chin resting on her arms.

The Upsized lady was looking out at the school gardens. She smiled when she saw him, leaned out of the window a little, and picked him gently up off the lawn with her soft elegant fingers.

“What brings a young man who hasn’t been Upsized all this way out into my school grounds?” she asked.

“I was getting nowhere in my time travel experiments, and then the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency told me that there were originally some time travel features in the earliest versions of the technology that became the Upsizing device,” said Sylvester, “You’re the only Upsized client on their staff who has a science teaching background and might have been able to learn something about the original technology when you first got here. They said you wouldn’t mind them giving out your name, Miss Ralstonville.”

“Well to be honest, I never knew that any form of time travel existed,” she said, “Why is going to another time so important to you?”

“I don’t like anything about the culture on earth now. The music soundtracks of the movies and television shows are tune dead. The plots of science fiction and super hero shows are steeped in long story arcs of the bad guys winning all the time with superior powers or weapons, right up until somebody pulls a scientific rabbit out of the hat near the end of a season finale and saves the day. Then the whole dark saga starts off again with a new unbeatable villain early in the next season. Older shows used to get their serialized storylines from developing romantic relationships between lead characters. Now the shows are written by people who spent their childhoods thumping their digital way to the next level of an online video game. The only serialized plot they can think of is to have the good guys (and indirectly the viewers) terrorized by unstoppable bad guys, most of them homicidal. By the time the average television viewer has reached the age of twelve, he’s seen 8000 fictional murders and 20000 fictional acts of butchery or mutilation,” said Sylvester.

“So why didn’t you just stop watching television?” asked Miss Ralstonville.

“It’s not just fiction. The same sort of stuff is on the news every night. That’s why the fiction writers work harder to be constantly shocking their viewers by outdoing reality, instead of just giving them a story to help them relax. The fashion statements these days are downright awful, and there’s nothing outside my own house that would motivate me to take a photograph, no nice landmark scenery, no nice old cars, nothing,” said Sylvester.

“I’m getting a picture of how disaffected you’ve become with modern society on earth,” said Miss Ralstonville, “I haven’t seen it for over thirty years, since I came here. Nature has provided one view that hasn’t changed at all in my entire lifetime.”

“I’d be keen to know what it is,” said Sylvester.

“The inside of a woman’s mouth,” said Miss Ralstonville, “Our tongues haven’t changed their design at all. The view looks just as it always did in any generation. I’d be more than happy to show you mine.”

“That’s a positively provocative invitation,” said Sylvester.

“Well I’d certainly enjoy eating you for my lunch, which I was just about to prepare before I saw you on the lawn. Once I’ve swallowed you whole, you won’t need to worry about any more unsightly modern culture,” said Miss Ralstonville.

“Well, I, um .... Looking at your mouth while you’ve been talking to me, I’m sure I’d enjoy BEING eaten in most of the detail you’ve described,” said Sylvester, “But without meaning to offend you, I don’t think I’d enjoy STAYING eaten.”

She smiled again.

“I thought you might feel that way, but don’t be too upset. You won’t have to consciously experience that situation for very long, once I’ve gobbled you down,” said Miss Ralstonville.

“Are you serious? I’m one of your own people!” said Sylvester.

“I’ll permit myself this rare indulgence, on the basis that I’ve long since acquired new citizenship away from my country of origin,” said Miss Ralstonville, “Obviously, it won’t be possible for you to put it off indefinitely by talking about it. Why don’t we just get on with it?”

“No! ... You can’t!”

“Really, that’s the most inaccurate thing you’ve said since we introduced ourselves,” said Miss Ralstonville.

Her fingers closed around him and lifted him up towards her mouth.

“I ...” he murmured, dumbfounded.

“Have a nice look at the way things have always been in there,” she said.

He saw the front of her tongue in her mouth, as she spoke.

Then her mouth opened wide, so that he could see right to the back of her tongue. She casually pushed him into her mouth, without the slightest sign of letting his anxiety influence her actions. He found himself lying down on her soft moist tongue and could no longer feel even her fingertips behind him. He stretched his arms and slid back and forth a little.

“Well this part is admittedly very nice!” he called out.

Then everything went dark, and he realised that Miss Ralstonville had closed her mouth.

Unless she changed her mind, there would be no coming out of her mouth now. Maybe she would find that the taste of him was sufficiently satisfying, and then decide that there was nothing more to be gained by gulping him down as well, only the certainty of losing his company altogether. He felt her tongue below him, sucking at his face, his shoulders, his arms, his legs, all at once. It was the most sensual arousing thing that he’d ever experienced.

Then her mouth’s movements became far more dramatic. With no warning at all, he was suddenly drawn rapidly into the top of her throat. He felt her neck all around him. He could still feel her tongue against all of his extremities, and in that moment he gained an understanding of the fact that a tongue starts in the throat. Only the top of it can be seen when a woman opens her mouth. He was now held in place only by the squeezing pressure of her upper throat, resting against the lesser known part of an Upsized woman’s tongue.

If Miss Ralstonville didn’t change her mind now, it would be all over, he knew, as he hoped for the upward cough that might return him to her mouth. That upward movement never came, but instead he felt himself being gulped down further. Sylvester soon reached her stomach, and then he felt her stomach acids tingling all around him.

It took him several minutes to be sure that he wasn’t feeling any pain at all, and wasn’t dissolving either. What neither Miss Ralstonville nor Sylvester could have forseen was that her stomach acids were reacting with his Multi-Radiation bathed body. Her stomach acids were in fact the one elusive X-factor which was needed in order to complete his body’s reaction to the Multi-Radiation. With his fate in her stomach apparently firmly entrenched in his mind, his thoughts had been racing back to the fact that this situation had originated because of his overwhelming desire to time travel back a few decades.

And then, just like that, thanks to Miss Ralstonville’s stomach acids, he did just that.

He suddenly appeared a few inches above the cushion of her empty chair, and fell to land on the cushion. In his time, she had been seated on the chair, had just swallowed him, and had left him in her stomach which was only a few inches above the chair cushion. In the past, she was not seated at the windowside table at the time, and so he found himself in mid air, until he instantly fell to land on the cushion.

Sylvester had not yet worked out what had happened to him. He assumed that she must have left the table after eating him and that he had somehow been able to teleport out of her stomach to appear above the cushion. Expecting her to be back in the room at any time, he quickly climbed down the chair leg, using a few natural notches in the wood as hand and foot holds, until he reached the floor. He decided to get out of the house as soon as possible, and made his way into the next room, where he came face to face with another woman entirely.

“Are you here to see Miss Ralstonville? ... The headmistress, I mean?” he asked.

“I AM the headmistress,” said the other woman, “For the last few years, I have employed Miss Ralstonville as a science teacher, but it’ll be many years before she’d be eligible for my position.”

“I’m sorry. I must be a bit mixed up,” said Sylvester, “I thought she’d be here. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll be leaving, if you don’t mind at all.”

“No, I don’t mind. I’m not that busy in the first week of the holidays. It’s nice to meet someone from the home dimension every now and then. I guess you’re just passing through, and possibly thinking about being Upsized into the colony,” said the school’s earliest headmistress.

“I suppose I’m just ... experimenting,” said Sylvester, and departed the headmistress’s house, unwilling to return to that house or its office in the near future.

Sylvester sat down in a flowerbed and gathered his thoughts.

He replayed his memories of the events that had led up to him falling from thin air to the chair cushion. He had been swallowed by a long upsized Miss Ralstonville, had found that instead of being digested by her stomach acids, he had teleported out of her stomach altogether. Soonafter that, he had learned that Miss Ralstonville apparently had not become the headmistress. He deduced that a two way chemical reaction had taken place. Firstly his irradiated body must have protected him from the normally dangerous effect of Miss Ralstonville’s stomach acids. Secondly, her stomach acids must have reacted with his absorbed Multi-Radiation, causing him to finally acquire the time travel power that he had been so desperately seeking. Given what the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency staff in his own time had told him of the school’s history, he guessed that he must have gone back at least 25 years in time. Miss Ralstonville would have been about 28 or 29. She was not headmistress, and had no regular access to the headmistress’s house nor its office. So it had been impossible for her to find and recapture him (or capture him for the first time, from her perspective) in the headmistress’s house, once he had arrived in the past. Since she didn’t yet live on school property, and it was the first week of the school holidays, she wouldn’t be around teaching classes or patrolling the school playground during lunch hours after all.

He realised that he ironically owed her future self a debt of gratitude. Thanks to her inescapable efforts in eating him, he had now reached the time period that he had most hoped to access. Now all he had to do was make his way back to earth in order to take advantage of his journey to the past. It would be a long journey through the colony and back to the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency’s garden portal, and then he’d probably be back in West Lindfield in a year that was actually a couple of years before his real time birth.

He made his way back to the pole which had held the sign that pointed out the headmistress’s office, and saw that the sign was not on the pole. It must have been added some time during the next 25 years or so, he surmised, and kept walking. He passed back through a flowerbed which had served as part of his journey in his present time, and saw that it had as much growth as he’d seen on his arrival. It must have been regularly trimmed in order to prevent overgrowth, he guessed. Emerging from the flowerbed, he saw a lady standing up to her ankles in water in the shallow side section of the pool between the main wading body of water and the pool’s wall. She reached for a towel which she had hung on the railing and wrapped it around herself, and then stepped from the pool.

The lady turned her head a fraction in Sylvester’s direction, which now put him directly in her line of sight, and looked down at him.

From the stunning twinkle in her eyes, he knew in an instant that Miss Ralstonville had chosen to enjoy a swim in the school pool during the school holidays.

“Hello there!” she said, beaming down at him, “I never expected to meet someone from earth who hadn’t upsized.”

He knew that, whatever he did, he must not talk about his dissillusion with modern day earth society again. He must not plant the idea in her mind of eating him as a way of delivering him from the disappointments of modern culture. He realised that it was now a moot point anyway, since he was no longer living in his own modern day present time. She had only been upsized for a few years, and probably hadn’t developed her future self’s detached attitude to the idea of swallowing a regular sized earth man whole.

She dried herself off, spread the towel on the grass, and then sat down on it in front of him. He looked at her bikini, and then studied the soft white skin between its two components. Then he studied the curvature of the two identical parts of Miss Ralstonville which were concealed by the uppermost section of the bikini. Looking at her belly, he felt a strange arousal at the thought of now being able to snuggle up against the outside of a belly which would one day briefly contain his earlier self.

“You are ... a very pretty lady,” he said.

“Thank you for saying so,” said Miss Ralstonville, “I promise I won’t tell my boyfriend that you paid me such a friendly compliment.”

His heart sank a little, to learn that he could not court her in this time period either. Her future self had eaten him, and her present self was already spoken for. Come to think of it, he’d never discussed her relationship status with her future self either. Perhaps she’d had the same boyfriend or a different one by then.

“I didn’t mean to be disrespectful,” he said.

“Think nothing of it,” said Miss Ralstonville, “I’m going to head home, now that I’ve finished my swim. Why don’t you come and see my Upsized house.”

“Sure,” he said, happy to be in her company, regardless of the circumstances which placed limitations on it.

She had soon dried off in the sun, removing any residual water from her bikini, which had not been caught by her towel. She walked over to a pile of discarded clothing and pulled her shorts and shirt on over her bikini, picked up her towel, slung it over her shoulders, and then slipped him gently into her shirt pocket.

“I came here on my bicycle,” she said, “I won’t be able to carry you home in my hand, but you should be comfortable enough in there.”

“Yes, I am, thank you Miss Ralstonville,” he said.

“I don’t know your name, young man. Come to think of it, how did you know mine?” asked Miss Ralstonville

“Well ... it’s not the first time I’ve walked through this school’s gardens,” he said truthfully, “I’m Sylvester.”

“So how did you find the colony?” she asked, walking over to where she had left her bicycle.

“I was a science student at the Green Carpet College next door to the earth office of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency,” said Sylvester.

“So was I, although it would have been a few years before your time, since I never saw you there,” said Miss Ralstonville, “I’m a science teacher here now.”

If she only knew how many years before his time it had been.

“I never wanted to be a teacher. I guess I came here more for scientific exploration,” he said, mindful of the need to hide his having time travelled away from the need to return to a dislikable modern society.

They continued talking while she cycled out of the school and back to her own home. Then she took him inside, and sat down on a wide circular chair, resting him on the coffee table in front of it.

“So what do you think of your scientific exploration so far?” she asked.

“It’s interesting to be talking to someone who’s as large as one of the native giants of this land, but who’s also as native to earth as I am,” he said.

“It’s interesting for me too,” she said, leaning back and stretching both her arms and her legs into the air above her head height, “Because of me, you’ll soon have a chance to explore something that no other colonist has ever seen here, namely the inside of my tummy.”

It didn’t seem to have mattered what approaches he had taken to introducing himself. Whatever life goals he expressed, her one tracked endeavour in any time period was to make him one of her upcoming meals.

“Well I guess you might as well know that I’ve seen it before, as much as one can see anything inside the darkness of it,” he said.

“I don’t see how,” she replied, “I’ve never eaten you or anyone else before, although the idea has entered my mind not long after I was upsized. You’re the first young man I’ve met who’s presented me with an opportunity to go ahead and do it.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I come from over 25 years into your future,” he said, “Earth culture takes a great many major turns for the worse in the next few decades. I couldn’t take any more of it. I tried everything I could to time travel using a Multi-Radiation chamber treatment. It didn’t work, until your future self swallowed me. Then her ... your stomach acids interacted with my irradiated body and completed the process that made time travel possible. I time travelled back to your present day today from decades in your future, found myself in a house that’s currently owned by the present headmistress, and was on my way out of the school and back to earth to enjoy my own past, when we saw eachother at the pool.”

“Do you think you’ll time travel again after I’ve eaten you this time?” asked Miss Ralstonville, visibly fascinated.

“The combination of Multi-Radiation and stomach acid seems to give me the ability to do it at will,” said Sylvester.

“Well maybe you’ll get out of me again that way, or maybe you won’t. It wasn’t something I was that concerned about before you told me. I’ll be able to enjoy eating you up in any event, and if you can’t repeat your time travelling vanishing act from my stomach, I’ll be all the more the beneficiary of your having stuck around,” she said.

“I guess you will,” said Sylvester.

“But first I thought you might like to see one of my nicest dresses beneath my face which you have described as being very pretty,” she said, “Would you like me to go and change into one?”

“I’d like that very much,” said Sylvester.

“Well don’t stand too near to the edge of that coffee table,” she teased, “I’m sure you’ll find the fall down my throat a lot more comfortable.”

“I did before .... at least, MY before, your yet to come,” he replied.

Miss Ralstonville got up, walked away and returned several minutes later wearing a breathtakingly beautiful elegeant long dress, picked him up and took him to the living room couch, where she sat and talked to him for some time. Then she took him to the kitchen, prepared him at the bench, placed him gently into the oven on a dish, and walked out of the room. She came back a few minutes later and sat on a chair and looked tauntingly through the oven door window at him, with a similar twinkle in her eyes to the one which he had first seen when she was at the window as a 56 year old woman in her own future.

Soon she took him from the oven, served him at the dining table and sat down.

“Well, here’s to our experiment,” she said, “Let’s see how you do down there. If I don’t still feel hungry several minutes after I’ve eaten you, I’ll assume you made the somewhat involuntary choice to stick around and keep my stomach acids company. I’m sure they’ll appreciated it.”

“It was nice to see you ... again, from my perspective,” he said.

“I’m sure I’ll enjoy my own second lunch treat in many years time, from my perspective,” said Miss Ralstonville.

She opened her mouth wide, showing him a sparkling tongue that was decades younger than the version he’d already enjoyed riding on once. She slid him into her mouth and savoured his presence there for a long time. Part of him wanted her to hurry up and swallow him, so that he could see if he could repeat the time travelling escape. The other part of him was willing to enjoy lying on her tongue for as long as she allowed him to do so. Then he began to think about the ramifications of time travelling again.

Another time travelling journey would take Sylvester further back than he ideally wanted to be in time. Maybe he would be able to limit the time travel to give him a chance to be out of her stomach, arrive a few days before this Miss Ralstonville met him for the first time, avoid being seen and caught again, and then make a successful retreat to earth.

He was still thinking about it, when a new development took hold. While he was still lying on the 28 to 29 year old Miss Ralstonville’s tongue, the combined effect of the Multi-Radiation and the 56 year old Miss Ralstonville’s stomach acids began to weaken.

From her perspective, the late 20s Miss Ralstonville felt Sylvester vanish from his position atop her tongue. From his perspective, he suddenly found himself in the same dining room, but several more inches than last time above an unoccuppied chair cushion. When he fell, it was still thick enough to cushion his landing. With no injuries at all, he climbed down to the floor and wondered what to do next. He figured that his only advantage was that she hadn’t met him yet. So she wouldn’t be looking for him, however far back in time he’d gone. However, his previous two encounters with her 56 year old self and her 28 to 29 year old self had shown him that any version of her at any point on the timeline would soon be making plans to tantalise her tongue with an unwilling meal.

Something was different, and then he worked out what it was. He looked up at a clock on the wall to confirm his suspicions. The room seemed much darker because it was 8:30 pm in the evening. This meant that Miss Ralstonville would almost certainly be home. He darted out of the house and into the lamplit garden. Then he heard a voice from behind him, and turned to see her standing on a downstairs balcony, looking over the railing.

“So this is where you got to! I wondered if you’d gone back in time again, when you disappeared off my tongue before I could even swallow you down!”

He hadn’t time travelled. So why hadn’t she still been on the chair when he’d fallen onto the cushion instead of remaining in her mouth? He had assumed that she’d remained on the chair while enjoying his presence in her mouth. Maybe she’d gotten up and taken a walk on the balcony, with him still in her mouth. Then he might have somehow teleported out of her mouth, without time travelling, and returned to the position at which he’d entered her mouth.

“I don’t know what’s happened exactly,” he called, looking up at her distant face, “It looks like I just teleported out of your mouth after you walked out here, but didn’t go back any further in time on this trip.”

“Sylvester, that was nearly ten years ago. At least it was for me,” she said.

“Really? You look like you haven’t aged a day,” said Sylvester.

“You’re ever the gentleman,” said Miss Ralstonville, “But to go on with recounting the facts, I felt you vanish from my mouth, and I thought you’d managed to go back in time again, without even waiting for my stomach acids to help you along that time. You must have gone to the future this time, my present now, but my future from the point of view of my younger self who was supposed to be eating you back then.”

“I wasn’t trying to go forward in time,” said Sylvester, “In fact I was thinking of minimizing any additional travel into the past, to take me back just enough to arrive in that dining room at a moment when you weren’t there, so that I could escape to earth in THAT time.”

“Well you won’t be doing that now!” said Miss Ralstonville, “It’s been well over an hour since I finished my dinner tonight. I’m going to come out and catch you and have you for supper!”

He turned and ran for his life, but couldn’t help redirecting some of his thoughts to wondering about exactly where in the timeline he had arrived. She had been 28 or 29 at a point which the encumbent Miss Ralstonville had referred to as ‘nearly ten years’ earlier. If she’d been 29 nearly ten years earlier, then she’d be 39 now. If she’d been 28 nearly ten years earlier, then she’d be 37 now. In any event, because he’d arrived at a time in between his encounters with her other two selves, this Miss Ralstonville knew all about him, and had no intention of giving him any opportunity to elude her a third time.

Soon he saw her darting across the lawn and stooping down to search the undergrowth for him. She was wearing a neck to knees dress, with her medium length hair tied behind her head. She looked lovelier than ever, but now was hardly the time to think about that, whether she still had a boyfriend or not. She kneldt down almost completely, touching her hands to the grass to steady her balance, while her eyes probed the garden bed in search of him.

She soon spied him and crawled in rapidly, coming to rest with her face right in front of him. There was nowhere for him to go.

She got back up on her knees, picked him up and carried him into the house with a look of defiance in her eyes.

She put him on her kitchen bench and stared at him with a haughty look of one who has achieved a successful conquest.

“You don’t seem to be able to go back in time anymore. So you might as well resign yourself to where you’ll be going soon enough,” she said.

He let his eyes wander from the intent stare in her own eyes, down to the sternly set posture of her lips, past her long neck, stopped to take in the thrust of her high breasts pushing at her dress, and then looked at the portion of her dress which covered her awaiting stomach.

They continued talking, while she prepared him and took him to the table and sat down.

“You’re probably right,” said Sylvester, “I guess that if anything, I wasn’t so much as time travelling to your future in any controlled way, but more likely losing some of the effect of my having time travelled into your past. It means that the reaction between your 56 year old self’s tummy acids and my irradiated body is wearing off.”

“Or has worn off. I guess that’s one thing I’ll have to remain unsure about,” said Miss Ralstonville, “You might still end up sometime between now and when I’m 56, if you vanish from inside of me again, before I’ve had a chance to finish eating you. It makes it very difficult for a lady to plan her meals in any reliable way, if the meal to be keeps on and on standing her up from within.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more considerate in the future,” he said sarcastically.

“How long is it, from your point of view, I mean based on the number of hours you’ve spent experiencing all of our encounters, is it since my 56 year old self ate you?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I lose track of time completely with all this jumping from one decade to another,” he said.

“But roughly, just going by the feel of it, how long do you think it’s been?” she asked.

“Well, I haven’t been to bed since it happened the first time. I haven’t had a chance to get tired, and I’d been awake a few hours by the time I first met your 56 year old self. So I guess all of our encounters have been over a period of less than eight hours for me,” he said.

“If it’s only taken that little amount of time for your chemical reaction with my future tummy to start wearing off, then it might well have completely worn off by midday tomorrow,” she said, “I think I’m still feeling adequately fed by the dinner I had before you arrived here tonight. Why don’t you snuggle up to me in bed, and we’ll go to the school pool tomorrow. From my point of view, we first met in the school holidays, when I was there and dressed in a bikini. It’s school holidays again now. I think I’ll take a swim with you right there on the side of the pool wall tomorrow, and then I’ll eat you for lunch while I’m wearing a bikini. By that time, I’d say you’ll have lost any more ability to go popping out of my mouth and into time.”

The one thing that Miss Ralstonville had not considered was the fact that a renewed exposure to her stomach acids might well restore his controlled time travel ability completely. This occured to Sylvester while he lay against her soft shoulder in bed, and subsequently crawled up against her cheek, before settling on her lovely neck for the rest of the night.

The one thing that Sylvester had not thought of was the fact that the passing of time was only serving to dissipate the Multi-Radiation from his body, so that Miss Ralstonville’s tummy acids would be of no further benefit to him, and in fact would simply deal with him in their more traditional manner.

The next day, wearing a ravishing long orange and yellow dress, Miss Ralstonville took him to the school, this time in a car, having long since dispensed with her old bicycle. She sat on a poolside seat in her dress, rested him in her lap and talked with him for a while, and then slipped off her dress to reveal her latest bikini. She talked with him again, and then sat him on the side of the pool, just near the ladder which led down into the water. She disappeared from view for a while, having chosen to swim underwater, and then eventually came climbing up the ladder, with her huge well rounded breasts and her spectacular belly towering right in front of him. She lay on the grass beside him until the sun had dried her off, and then sat up and picked him up.

“Say I’ve only ever seen your tongue inside your mouth. Since this might be the last chance we get to do this, could you lick me a few times ... as part of the process, I guess?”
“I’d like to,” she said.

To his awe and amazement, he saw her incredible perfectly shaped sparkling tongue come out of her mouth and slide over his chest and arms and shoulders and neck and face. This time he wasn’t just lying on a static tongue. He was feeling it moving against him, swishing delightfully over him again and again, slowly, sensuously.

“Thank you! This is really special!” he said.

“It was a good suggestion. I’m enjoying it too,” she said nonchalantly, “Not that it can go on forever, mind you. I think we both know that the chances of you making another sudden departure to times unknown are fairly negligible now.”

“I guess so,” he said, still hoping for another time travel recharge from her stomach acids.

“We can’t keep my tummy waiting,” she said, “Goodbye, Sylvester.”

She opened her mouth, put out her tongue again, slid him onto it and into her throat. He felt the stimulating gulping effect of a neck that he had been sleeping on the night before, and was carried down her throat.
Before he could reach her stomach, the depleted Multi-Radiation effect soon withdrew him further into her future, so that he arrived at a point when she was 44. It was still twelve years into his natural past, and he wasn’t even aware of what time period he had emerged in this time. What he knew for sure was that, should the Miss Ralstonville of this time find and catch him, she would be even more determined than ever to finish one of the meals she had been making of him in every sense.

Sylvester looked around and noticed that he was on the mantelpiece in Miss Ralstonville’s house.  He could not climb down. So if she had not yet become the headmistress by now, he could not have left the house before she came in and saw him. He hoped that he hadn’t arrived during school holidays for once. Maybe that would keep her busy while he planned an escape. The only trouble was that there was no way to climb down a marble mantelpiece, and no soft surface to jump to below. From that height, the carpet would not come close to sufficiently cushioning his fall. He waited and watched as the sun went down, and then saw Miss Ralstonville come into the room wearing a fairly long dress. She walked straight over to the mantelpiece and smiled.

“This time I left nothing to chance,” she said, “When I was eating you several years ago, from my perspective, I got up from the pool while you were still in my mouth. I drove home, still with you in my mouth, and then stood in front of this mantelpiece on top of a chair, so that I could lean forward and rest my tummy just over the mantelpiece. Then and only then did I take the decisive step of gulping you down. I didn’t know if you’d vanish away into time again or not, but I made sure that I’d covered all bases. All I had to do was be sure that you vanished from a spot in my tummy just above the mantelpiece. Since then I’ve been checking it every day after school, waiting for the day when you’d be here.”

“Good plan,” he admitted, “So when is it?”

“I’m 44,” she said.

“It didn’t show. That’s why I had to ask,” he said.

She smiled down, picked him up and kissed his cheek.

“You’re biased,” she said, “You even liked me when I was 56.”

“Now I’m still 12 years in my natural past. It seems that the only time travelling I can do now is the gradual undoing of my previous trips,” he said.

“Well that means that you’ll either stay in my tummy this time or end up right back where you started when I’ll be 56, and if I catch you then, you won’t have any more time trips to help you cheat me out of my final feast,” she said.

“If that’s true, and you don’t change your mind, don’t you think I’m the one being cheated by all this?” he asked, “Every time we’ve met, you’ve set your heart on eating me up, no matter what I say and do, no matter whether you’re dating or single, no matter how nice I’ve tried to be to you, no matter how big a crush you know I have on you. Couldn’t you just be fair and say that you’ve eaten me enough, and see where we could take things from there?”

“I suppose I could, but I don’t need to, and I don’t want to. This is your problem to cope with, young man. As far as I’m concerned, you are and have always been a very appetising meal who has been proving persistently difficult to conclusively eat. I may well have to wait another twelve years in order to have the chance to make a proper job of it, but you can rest assured that I certainly will bring things to a satisfactory conclusion. At least it will be satisfactory for me,” she said.

Miss Ralstonville placed him on her shoulder and he leaned his head up and kissed her cheek. It was then that he saw something that had not been within his line of sight while he’d been on the mantelpiece. Just beside the bottom of her dress was an air vent. The sun had gone down, and the mantelpiece was built in front of the back wall of the house. On the other side of that wall was her back garden.

Leaving her no time to react, he suddenly slid down the back of her dress. It gave her no contact with her chest, but made it impossible for her to reach for him and grab him. He saw her legs turning even as he reached the carpet, and ran quickly into the air vent.

“Oh come on young man!” she said, “You know you’ll have to face this eventually.”

“Not if I get away this time,” he said, and darted through the vent. The lamplit garden soon came into view.

“I’ll make sure you don’t!” she called.

He ran into the garden and soon saw her come running out of the house and across the lawn.  She caught him and seized him and took him straight to the table.

“If you’re that keen to get away, why wait until you’re in my mouth or my throat?” she asked, “In fact, why didn’t you just vanish off in the garden?”

“I can’t. I think it’s all used up. I don’t think it’ll be your 56 year old self that decides my fate. Pretty lady, I think you really should listen to reason,” he said.

She stuck out her tongue at him.

“I guess that was an arousing way of saying ‘no’,” he responded.

“You’d better make the most of all the arousing things I’m about to do,” she said, “This is the last round, young man.”

She raised him to her mouth, put out her tongue and tasted him a few times.

“I’m been looking forward to renewing that pleasure for years,” she said.

“It was just as good for me as it was less than a day ago,” said Sylvester.

“Well this is going to be as good as it gets for me,” she said pointing into her mouth with her free hand, “Have a good long look in there, young man, and fully absorb the fact that you won’t ever again be coming out!”

“Yes,” he murmured.

She opened her mouth wide, with a stern haughty look in her eyes.

“I said in there, not at my eyes,” she said, and opened her mouth again.

He stared in at her tongue with a mixture of bewilderment, defeat and admiration.

“Oh well. It’s still as beautiful and exciting looking as ever,” he said.

Without another word, she placed him into her mouth and swished him around on her tongue for longer than she had done on any previous occasion. He guessed that she was waiting to be sure that there was not even the slightest possibility of him time jumping again. After over half an hour, she finally drew him into her throat and gulped him down. He reached her stomach and felt the tingling of its acids devouring him once and for all this time.