I am the most prolific voyeur in the universe, in several universes actually. It is my duty to stickybeak all the problems in the lives of a multitude of comic book characters, but never to do anything about them. Some say I took my inspiration from Australian politicians. Others think I was just given too much LEE-way. But all know me only as … the Watcher.

In the familiar universe we know so well, the marriage of Janet Van Dyne and Henry Pym broke up in the 1980s, when Henry physically struck his wife. But there are other universes, including one where the marriage of Janet and Henry dissolved in 1977, and like our own universe, this one has a sub space pathway to … the Microverse.

One day, in what earth time recorded as 1978, Arcturus Rann, Biotron, Marionette, Acroyear and other members of the Micronauts were being pursued by the evil forces of Baron Karza. They used their warp drive to pass through sub space and came out in a thick jungle full of giant flowers. Before they knew it, Karza’s ship had followed them through, and they were under heavy fire.

Karza’s ship forced Rann’s down, and both sides left their vessels to fight it out on land.

“You know the difference between you and me, Rann?” said Karza, “I would never let petty sentiment get in the way of wiping you out for good, and that’s why you’re going to lose!”

“Is that so?” came another voice, a female voice.

Suddenly a beautiful woman flew into view, with wings buzzing from her back. As both Karza’s troops and the Micronauts looked on in surprise, the woman pointed her hand in Karza’s direction and fired some powerful beam from it, which struck Karza down, knocking him off his feet. Before anyone could react, she continued to fly too fast to be targeted by the enemy’s hand held weaponry, and began shooting them down like tenpins.

The stranger then came to land beside Commander Rann.

“You should be able to put them in your ship’s brig, if you have one, or else the Avengers could find a place,” said the woman, “They’re the rest of my own team.”

“We don’t have anything large enough to serve as a brig on board,” said Acroyear, “Perhaps they’d be better off with you.”

“Large is not really an issue for me,” said the woman, and with that she began to grow and grow, and her wings receded into her body and disappeared. She was now a towering giantess, “You see, we’re all this big around here. My special power is to become your size.”

“Not to mention shoot bolts from your hands and fly at high speed,” said Marionette.

“Well that too,” said the woman, “I’m Janet Van Dyne, also known as the Wasp.”

Rann thought she was adorable at either size, and her help would be invaluable in maintaining order in the Microverse, or alternatively, in letting them use her house and garden as a safe haven.

“I’m very pleased to have you as our friend,” said Arcturus, as she lifted him up to survey her mansion and garden without being confused by the plant life, “I didn’t realize this was your garden until I got an understanding of your natural size. How did you gain the ability to shrink to our size?”

“My ex husband was Ant-Man and Giant Man, inventor of size changing techniques originally pills, later Pym Particles. He’s known as Yellow Jacket now, and still an Avenger, but not married to me. Iron Man is also an Avenger, and will easily be able to contain your enemies for you,” said the Wasp.

This part of the chapter starts with our alternate universe’s different version of the events shown in the 1982 Hulk cartoon “The Incredible Shrinking Hulk” and the January 1982 paperback comic “Stan Lee presents the Incredible Hulk” (specifically the story “The Summons of Psyklop”).

Bruce Banner had come to the conclusion that the only way to reduce the danger of the Hulk’s rampages was to make the Hulk a lot smaller. He used his experimental shrink machine to reduce himself, but found that he had been unable to turn the machine off once he started reducing. It sent him clear out of the universe and into a smaller one, where his stress turned him into the Hulk. His adventures there led him into a romance with a green skinned woman who liked him both as the Hulk and as Bruce Banner. So he decided to stay there…

Which is about all we need to know about Bruce for the purposes of this story.

Noticing Bruce’s extended absence from the scene, Rick Jones snuck into his lab, to see if Bruce had left any notes behind, perhaps hinting at more trouble from Glenn Talbot or General Ross. Instead he saw a device emitting a white ray. He went over and felt about in the path of the ray, to see what it did, and found himself suddenly shrinking. He managed to react faster than Bruce had, and by the time he had jumped aside, he was only around the height of the typical human finger.

He knew that he would need a lot of energy to go for help now, and he had been just about to ask Bruce to join him for lunch. He spent some time climbing up onto a bench, and searched for food, until he found a plate of salad which would do nicely, or at least some of it would. He began eating, and then heard footsteps. What if it was Talbot or Ross? He hid himself quickly in the salad, making sure that nobody could see him, because he couldn’t see out from the shreds of lettuce and parsley that consumed him either.

The footsteps entered the room and drew closer, and then he felt himself being picked up along with the surrounding vegetable food. Some parsley fell away, giving him a clear view of the approaching mouth of Betty Ross.

The scientist had continued walking past the salad, stopping only long enough to scoop up a suitable mouthful on the way. Rick was already in her mouth by the time he had called out.

“Betty, it’s Rick! You’re eating me!”

He was struggling to maintain any firm positioning on her slippery tongue, and the lettuce was confusing him as well. Fortunately Betty felt his movements, opened her mouth again and reached in and plucked him out.

“Rick!” she said, “I’m so sorry.”

Her full pink lips gave him a conciliatory kiss and then she held him close to her eyes and asked what happened. Rick explained and asked Betty if she could use the machine to reverse the effect. Betty tried but couldn’t operate it.

“What if Bruce used this on himself first?” she asked, “You said it was running when you came in, Rick?”

“Yes.”

“Then he’s gone too. We need an expert in shrinking and regrowth,” said Betty, “And I’m not that.”

“But my Avenger friend the Wasp is,” said Rick, “She does it herself all the time. If she can’t operate this machine in reverse, she could surely lend me some of whatever process she uses to restore her own size. Could you stock a box with more of that salad, a shrunken oxygen tank, and drop me in the letterbox at Avengers Mansion?”

Betty did so, and Rick waited until the box was opened by the Black Widow, who at this time in this universe had ended her one time criminal career and joined the Avengers.

Rick told her all that had happened so far.

“The Wasp is off with some new allies from the Microverse now,” said Black Widow, “But from what you’ve told me, I think Betty Ross passed up a good opportunity.”

“When?”

“When she had you in her mouth. Personally I’m not one for eating salad on its own. It needs a bit of meat.”

“Me!” said Rick, “I’m practically a member of the team.”

“Not anymore,” said Black Widow, “As far as the others know, I’ve reformed long ago, but I don’t think anyone will find out if I indulge myself in one brief lapse.”

“Please! You can’t do this to me!” said Rick.

“I certainly can’t do it here,” said Black Widow, “The others could return from their mission any time and see you. I think I’d better take you to my place.”

And so a teenaged boy found himself being carried off to an apartment by the most beautiful member of the Avengers. He watched in stunned silence, as Black Widow placed him into a bowl and began breaking up pieces of lettuce and dropping them in beside him, and then slicing up cucumber and adding that as well.

She took it to the couch, sat down in front of the television and began scooping up the salad and spooning it into her mouth. Then she tried to scoop up Rick, who tried running and dodging.

“And the Rick ran away from the spoon,” she taunted, and scooped him up at last, with a faster movement than he was able to avoid.

Into her mouth he was served, and he felt the mixture of apprehension and excitement as he lay on her tongue wondering if another appeal would bring out her better nature. Unlike the other members of the Avengers, Black Widow had originally been a criminal, and apparently now had no compunctions about denying Rick the chance to seek the Wasp’s help in restore his size, nor about swallowing him alive.

Rick felt himself being drawn irresistibly into her throat, and gulped downwards. For him, there was nothing more to be done, but for Black Widow, the pleasure had sparked another thought in her mind.

“I wonder if I could make use of those captured enemies of the Micronauts that Janet brought in here,” she thought…

Hank Pym, the scientist formerly known as Ant-Man, and for that matter as Giant Man and Yellow Jacket at various points in his super hero career, was now working full time as a scientist.

You may wonder how this led him to visit the Baxter Building along with Scott Summers, one of the first members of Charles Xavier’s X-Men.

Within the Baxter Building, Sue Richards was playing with her son Franklin, while Reed was using all of the scientific expertise at his disposal to make some improvements to a radio controlled toy car that he had bought Franklin for a recent birthday present. In another room, Johnny Storm’s actually, Johnny was enjoying the early days of a romance which he had once been not sure would come into fruition. In this universe, Johnny had never fallen for Crystal of the Inhumans, and would never fall for the female human torch Frankie either. For he had firmly attached himself to the beautifully tall and powerful female member of the Fantastic Four, who had filled in for Sue Richards during her maternity leave, named Thundra. Thundra was as keen on the teenager as he was on her, and the powerful hug with which she now embraced him would occupy his attention even when Ben Grimm admitted Hank Pym and Scott Summers to the building.

Soon Ben, Reed, Scott and Hank were talking together in Reed’s lab.

“I believe I have the means to rid the Fantastic Four of four of their most powerful opponents and cure Ben of the effects of the cosmic rays on him too,” said Hank, “In my new position, I have been able to gain access to all of the gamma research equipment once used by the missing Dr Bruce Banner. I recalled being fascinated to observe the red beam that shot from Cyclop’s eyes during an adventure that the Avengers once shared with the X-Men. I invited Cyclops to allow me to study his beam in a controlled experiment. This device I now enlarge with a blast of Pym particles, having reduced it earlier in order to easily transport it here,” is a modified version of Bruce Banner’s latest gamma ray gun, with ruby quartz lenses fitted to the sights. I believe that if Scott Summers were to look through the sights, pull the trigger and fire his own beam through the lenses and through the gun’s very discharge path of the gamma rays, the combination would in fact permanently reverse the effect of cosmic rays on anyone who has ever been struck by them. I was keen to share this possibility with Ben, but knew that the Fantastic Four would lose a powerful player if Ben were to find the happiness of having his human flesh restored to normal. So it occurred to me that the scales would be more than evenly tipped in our favour, if we sought out the Red Ghost and his three super apes and had Scott blast them with the device first.”

“The theory sounds amazing,” said Reed, “Well Ben, what do you say we help Cyclops and Hank get after the Red Ghost and his apes, and then once we’re sure we’ve negated their powers, we can cure you too.”

“Sounds great,” said Ben, and they all headed for the pogo plane.

With all five cosmically empowered characters returned to normal, Ben was able to propose to Alicia Masters and set a date for a wedding.

In the mean time, a tiny man, who was in fact one of Baron Karza’s troops, had fled the scene, once the Wasp had gone to the aid of the Arcturus Rann and his friends. A giantess who could fly at their size and fire blasts from her hands was more than he’d bargained for in serving Karza, and a new universe of giants seemed to be the ideal place to lose oneself after going absent without leave on the Baron.

Chapter notes: I can’t remember these days, if the idea used in this story is one that’s just been in my head for ages and never written down, or whether I put it in another story. If so, excuse the repetition on account of this being a parallel universe, where events in the Marvel mainstream universe can always be duplicated anyway.

While on the run, Baron Karza’s former minion stopped to search for food in one of the giant’s living quarters, which for two reasons happened to belong to Natasha the Black Widow. The first reason is that this story is due for some more giantess vore, and the second reason is that the Black Widow will shortly deliver a pun guaranteed to entertain any fans of Bill Bixby’s Hulk series.

It was during his raiding of Natasha’s kitchen, that the Black Widow silently entered the room and caught him at it.

“Don’t make me hungry, little man. You wouldn’t like me when I’m hungry,” said Natasha, and reached down and gripped the tiny man by his legs.

He begged for mercy, as she lifted him high into the air, and then to his surprise dangled him right over her opening mouth.

“Don’t, please don’t!” he called, as he realized what she was going to do.

The Black Widow lowered him into her mouth, and swallowed him without the slightest regret.

Now we did indicate that the cure of the Thing would be the first of two cures. You see, I am the Watcher, and I even know of the one of our race’s number of Watchers who broke his vow of non-interference. His name was Stanley, and he entered the mainstream Marvel Universe and was fascinated by the drama of Shakespeare’s tragedies. He felt compelled to use his powers to inject major tragic events into the lives of many super heroes. However, Stanley the nonesuch Watcher never came to the universe. As a result, Tony Stark invented the armor under more favorable conditions, never needing a chest plate to sustain his life, as his injury never occurred. Daredevil acquired his super powers without losing his sight, and there were other examples too numerous to mention here… except for the fact that Galactus was destroyed at birth by the Beyonder, so that none of his atrocities would ever be committed in the name of his own survival.

The Thing and the Hulk were the two major tragedies that were still allowed to occur in this universe, perhaps because they were not caused by Stanley the renegade Watcher. You have just read how the Thing was cured.

Having joined the Micronauts, Janet Van Dyne travelled with them through the Microverse, exploring far beyond the realms already known to Arcturus Rann and his old friends, this time venturing into the very planet where the Hulk had ended up after the overexposure to the shrinking device.

Soon they found the Hulk. As Janet prepared to appeal to any memory the Hulk might have of her from his brief stint in the Avengers, she soon found that she didn’t need to. This Hulk spoke with the same tone of voice as the Hulk she remembered, but with all of the reason and self control of Dr Bruce Banner.

“In this world, away from the constant pursuit by General Ross and Major Talbot’s armed forces, I was able to experiment in peace, whenever I was in my Bruce Banner form,” said the Hulk, “Which was far more often, because of the peace that my green princess sweetheart offered me. I was able to build a device that sent controlled doses of gamma radiation into my system, purging the manic levels that powered the Hulk’s rages, and leaving my mind in control. With this wrist watch device, all I have to do is dial the letters H, U, L, K, to transform to the Hulk, and later dial K, L, U, H, to return to being Bruce Banner. The Hulk will never be a menace again on earth or this micro planet.”

“I’m so glad to learn that,” said Janet, “It makes me even happier to have made this exploratory voyage.”

They stayed on the Hulk’s micro planet for a while, and then continued their journey, until they were ready to return to earth.

Dr Bruce Banner, now living as the reigning hero of a micro planet believed that he had cured himself of the Hulk’s personality, while retaining the benefits of being able to transform into the powerful green being of his physical prowess. However, things are not always as they seem. Dr Banner was indeed able to enjoy the best of both worlds, but it was not that his new experiment in gamma radiation was any more advanced than the previous one. The secret actually lay in one unknown factor, which had contributed to Bruce’s initial transformations into a rampaging man-beast of low intellect and little self control.

Bruce Banner, like a number of other men in his field, had been a member of the ESU (Eccentric Scientists Union). It was one of the traits of their members, that they all wore dark purple trousers. Knowing this, an evil master criminal named Mr Dyed bought the Eccentric Scientists Union’s clothing store, and applied his most destructive invention to every pair of purple trousers that he sold: namely a transparent dye that would seep through the material of the trousers, enter the pores of the skin, and turn anyone who exposed himself to radiation or chemicals into a rampaging green lunatic.

Nobody, not General Ross, not his daughter Betty, not Major Glen Talbot, not even the greatest scientific and medical minds among the team members of the mighty Avengers (such as Dr Don Blake and former member Henry Pym, who were not members of ESU) were aware that Mr Dyed’s drugged purple trousers were responsible for Bruce Banner’s loss of most of his mental faculties, whenever gamma radiation transformations left him in his Hulk body.

However, once winning the heart of a microscopic green princess, after being shrunken to microscopic size himself after exposure to his laboratory’s shrinking ray, Bruce Banner soon began to change his wardrobe, so that it was from then on supplied by the master tailor of the micro planet. Once the transparent dye was no longer reacting with his gamma irradiated body, Bruce retained his intelligence and sense of reason whenever he was the Hulk.

However, another innocent scientist was not so lucky. As he also wore ESU clothing store purple trousers with Mr Dyed’s transparent poison on them, Dr Curt Connors also turned into a rampaging green beast, although not a hulking gamma-irradiated one. Instead, he grew back his right arm, a tail, and the scales and facial features of a giant lizard. (Well I may not work evangelism into every story, although not in the least ashamed of doing God’s work, but it’s important to use the word “giant” every now and again in a gts tale/tail, isn’t it?)

And so, in this parallel What-If-esque universe known only to Uatu the Watcher, the Lizard continued his own destructive rampages wearing nothing but purple trousers and his new green hued reptilian physique. How this ties in with the rest of the story is something that the authors don’t really know (not even Timescrybe2 who wrote this chapter). But we thought it worth letting you know the facts behind it anyway. Be here next chapter, when Carycomic comes up with something a lot saner than this latest divergence into the ridiculous. Nuff said, true believer. Excelsior. Face front. Etc etc etc…

Chapter End notes:  All references and witticisms concerning evangelism are Timescrybe2’s compulsive behavior.

During his wild manic state as the Lizard, Curt Connors broke into Norman Osborn’s research wing at Oscorp and prepared to steal some material which he thought would help him to turn all of the city’s people into reptilian creatures like himself. Little did he know, when he was preparing this raid, that Norman Osborn himself had become increasingly mentally unbalanced since the death of his wife, and had just completed the costume and armaments of what would be his new identity: the Green Goblin.

So it was, that in this universe, the Lizard broke into Oscorp, just as Norman donned his Green Goblin gear and caught the Lizard raiding his chemicals. A furious fight ensued during which the Lizard tore Norman’s mask from his face. Osborn fought back desperately, and the two managed to kill each other. The Lizard’s corpse reverted back to its Curt Connors form and thus it was two exposed super villains who were discovered in death to have had the secret identities of Curt Connors and Norman Osborn.

Since Bruce Banner’s disappearance down into the micro planet, his former girlfriend scientist Betty Ross had been collaborating with Oscorp on new research work, specifically with Norman Osborn. So naturally, once the police had finished investigating, Betty was given continued access to his research wing. Upon examining the security video of the Lizard’s break in and subsequent fatal fight with the Green Goblin, she blamed Connors entirely for the death of Norman Osborn.

Harry Osborn was visiting his father’s grave at the cemetery one day, when he saw Mrs Connors, who had just been visiting Curt’s grave too.

She gave him a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry Harry,” she said, and put out her arms to hug him, “If I could have dissuaded Curt from his research that led him to transform into the Lizard, I would have. I never thought it would lead to him attacking your father and …”

“It’s alright,” said Harry, as she broke off, “I think it was just an unfortunate tragedy that has left us both behind in this world. At least Curt had those years of being happily married to you.”

Harry had never been close to his father, who had always been busy with work, and Mrs Connors was an incredibly beautiful widowed mother of a small boy named Billy.

“Given what I’ve told you, how did you think that the marriage was always a happy one?” asked Mrs Connors.

“Because he had such a nice wife,” said Harry, checking himself with the sudden thought that it would have been far too soon for him to have said ‘beautiful wife.’

“Thank you for your understanding, young man,” said Mrs Connors, “I think we both need each other as friends now. Come over for dinner whenever you like. It would be good for Billy to have an older friend to look up to as well.”

The first time she made dinner for them both, Harry watched her tongue as she ate. It sparkled in the well lit dining room.

They soon formed a lovely friendship. 

Billy Connors was on his way to the school bus one day, when he was walking past a large bushy area. Suddenly a ray came shooting out of the bushes and reduced him to tiny size. Then a hand reached out and snatched him into the bushes, and he saw that he was looking up at a pretty lady with dark brown hair.

“Hello little boy, I’m Betty,” she said.

She slipped him into a bag, along with whatever device had reduced his size, and stood up, stepped out of the bushes when nobody was looking and began walking. Billy recalled that his father’s friend Peter Parker once said something about having a crush on a lady named Betty who worked with him at the Daily Bugle. He wondered why the woman had done this curious thing to him.

Soon he was removed from the bag and saw that Betty had set up a camera.

“Now little Billy, you’re going to be in a special mini-movie I’m going to make,” said Betty, “A film of me eating a little boy. I’m going to swallow you whole.”

The camera was on a mini-tripod mounted on the far end of the dining table. Betty sat down and took Billy gently in her fingers. She smiled at the camera, and then swished her big tongue all over Billy’s face and shoulders and neck, and then slid him into her mouth. Billy knew that there was no way out, and yet he found Betty’s behavior to be strangely affectionate, in as much as a small boy can perceive that a woman’s tongue could show affection by resting underneath him. Soon he felt himself sliding down Betty’s throat and into the top of her tummy.

Betty took the camera off the tripod and quickly drove off to deliver it to someone.

Harry Osborn had just left the house of a worried frantic Mrs Connors, promising to call her if he came across the missing Billy on his way home.

Another lady stepped into view, and fired a raygun at him, which reduced him to tiny size. She locked him in a cage, with one day's food supplies, and hid it in the woods nearby.

After school the next day, he saw Mrs Connors walking through the forest, towards him. She drew closer, and produced the key to the cage, and unlocked it. She took him out in her hand, and started walking back to the cemetery where they had first met. He wanted to thank her, but her finger was covering his mouth. His eyes could still see her walking.

She reached the cemetery gardens, and sat down on a seat. She placed him in her lap.

"Thank you so much. I don't know how you got the key, but I'm so glad you came to set me free."

"Things are actually a little more complicated than that," she said, "I found the key resting on the bonnet of my car, with a camera and this note."

Harry Osborn looked at the relatively giant handwriting, focused his vision on it, and read the letter:

Mrs Connors,

I have kidnapped your son Billy and reduced his size and eaten him. My studies of human biology have convinced me that it would take a few days before my stomach acids would begin to eat through his flesh and finish him off forever. It was your demented husband who, as the Lizard, killed the man I hoped to be with after I lost my first love some time ago.

I have shrunken the young man Harry Osborn who has become your friend. He is the son of the man I loved, but that is neither here nor there to me. Unless you use this camera to film yourself eating Harry Osborn before my acids begin to digest Billy, you will never see Billy again. If you comply, I will cough him up and return him to you good as new. When you’ve completed your task, leave the camera in the cage in the woods, in which you will now go and find the shrunken Harry Osborn. Here is a hand drawn map of where to find him. Once you have your son back, don’t even think of reporting me, as I will have a film of you eating Harry Osborn to hold over you.

"So what are we going to do? She's left you with an impossible dilemma," said Harry, somewhat distracted even under these circumstances, by how Mrs Connors looked even more stunning from the angle of a shrunken boy’s vision.

"I can still save Billy, if I do what she demanded."

"But then you'd have to lose me."

"I know. I'm sorry about that, but it can't be helped."

"It's still not fair."

"I know how you must see it that way, but I will put my child first, Harry. You've been a good friend, but now I need your help, even if you're unwilling to give it."

"It's not my fault."

"That's not your concern."

"It is, if I have to be eaten, because of it."

"Well I'm going to do it, Harry. I'm about to take you home, set up the camera, and then prepare to eat you. I expect to enjoy many years of happiness with my family after I've done so, and you'll just have to play your part reluctantly."

She stood up and carried him to the kitchen bench, and went into the dining room to set up the camera, while he jumped out the window and landed on a soft flower, and then ran through the garden.

She stepped out onto the path, and pursued and caught him, and took him inside.

She sat at her dining table with the camera running, and opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and placed him onto it, and drew him into her mouth.

After a minute, she took him out of her mouth.

"You taste very nice," she said respectfully.

"And you look prettier than ever," he said suddenly.

"Harry, I had no idea you felt this way!"

"I thought you were lovely from that first day in the cemetery."

"Well thank you. You're very sweet."

"I'll never be able to kiss anyone now."
"I know."

She kissed him once and then snuggled him to her cheek while he could still feel the loveliness of her full shapely lips in his immediate memory.

"Goodbye little darling," she said, and put him into her mouth. She slid him off the top of her tongue, and he fell into her throat.

She was about to gulp, when the telephone rang. He waited while she got up and walked out into the hallway and picked up the telephone. She tried to speak, but could not do so with him in her throat. She suddenly gulped him down, and then took the call. It was one of her relatives.

“It’s alright,” she said, “Billy went to visit someone else without asking me first. She’s going to bring him home soon.”

It was true enough and would keep her family from worrying. They could never be told the truth, especially about the lengths she had just gone to in order to get Billy back safely.

She stopped the camera and took it into the forest with a plastic bag, to cover it inside the cage, in case of rain, and locked the camera in the cage. As Billy’s kidnapper had left no instructions about the key, she assumed that the woman had a spare key of her own.

Some time later, Billy suddenly found himself being drawn upwards as Betty’s tummy began to shake and heave. It was Betty Ross, not Betty Brant who actually now took Billy out of her mouth and drove him to within a block from his own home. She walked along the footpath, positioned Billy on his front lawn, and then took out the shrinking device (which she had been able to redesign in a more compact form since the days when it had shrunken Bruce Banner and Rick Jones). She fired the reverse setting at Billy, restored his size and told him to go into his mother. Betty Ross left, and Billy ran up and knocked on his front door, calling, “Mom! I’m home.”

Mrs Connors greeted Billy with great relief and then put him to bed. Then her telephone rang again. It was the woman who had kidnapped Billy.

“I just thought you would like to know that I don’t expect you to digest Harry Osborn after all. I put you through all that, because I wanted you to know the complicated feelings I had of knowing that your choice of marriage partners led to my loss of Norman. It could also have led to your loss of Billy or Harry, but it won’t. I have finished spying on your movements, and give you my permission to cough Harry Osborn up and free him. You still have plenty of time.”

Mrs Connors waited for the caller to hang up.

Mrs Connors heard the dial tone coming from the telephone, and then began to cough and heave, until she felt Harry Osborn ascending her throat and coming to rest on her tongue. She took him out of her mouth, and sat him on her shoulder.

Harry kissed her cheek.

She climbed into bed, rested Harry beside her neck, and said, "I'm all alone now, except for Billy."

"I'm sorry. I didn't want it to work out this way, believe me, even though I wasn't fully eaten after all."

"I do believe you. I was desperate. I had to eat you."

She looked after the tiny Harry for weeks. One day he kissed her lower lip, with his own lips, as she was waking up.

"Harry, I almost ate you. Do you really feel this way, even after that?"

"I can't stop feeling that way."
She kissed him back.

They were secretly in love for months.

Then one day, in the middle of the holidays, Mrs Connors said, “We don’t even know who that woman who shrank you was. I think you’ll always be that tiny.”

"She hasn't bothered to restore my size," he said, "Your love is the only thing that  made being tiny a pleasant experience."

"Don't worry about that. I have an idea," she said, “Now that I've given you the romance you were worried about missing out on, you won't be nearly so badly off as you were the day I thought I had to eat you. So you can give me a rare treat in return. Once I've taken Billy to his grandmother’s, I'll come back and eat you. I've never forgotten how delicious you tasted that night."

"But you don't need to eat me now."

"You said you'd miss out on things, if I ate you before. Well you've had those things now, and I don't want to miss out on the mouth watering tasty meal you'll make."

She licked her lips, excitingly, he had to admit, as he looked on at point blank range, and put him in the cage with some food, and a small cushion, and locked it.

He couldn’t believe it. After all that had gone on between them, he was still going to be eaten forever by the beautiful widow Mrs Connors who had become the great love of his life. He thought back to his brief crushes on Mary Jane Watson, Liz Allen and Gwen Stacy, all of whom had paled into insignificance once he’d been cuddled by Mrs Connors in that cemetery. They would be going on with their lives, oblivious to the fact that he was soon going to be a delicious meal for the woman who had forever won his heart.

None of this has happened in the universe with which we are more familiar. Being the Watcher, only I know that, in the other universe we have just visited, a shrunken Rick Jones was eaten by the Black Widow, a scheming Baron Karza was mistaken for a fly and telekinetically swallowed by Jean Grey, a divorced Janet Van Dyne joined the Micronauts and fell in love with Arcturus Rann, a temporarily shrunken Billy Connors explored the inside of Betty Ross’s mouth and stomach, and a permanently shrunken Harry Osborn sits in a cage in the lounge room of a beautiful house, waiting for a beautiful widow to return home and make for herself an extended pleasure of swallowing him whole.

Mrs Connors farewelled Billy and her mother, and got into the car and began driving back home. She thought about the possibility of eating Harry Osborn and coughing him up with time to spare after a night in her stomach, and doing it over and over again. She thought also about the possibility of digesting him forever and moving on to get remarried to a normal sized man she might meet in the future, and the fact that she had given Harry every indication that this was what she would do. What pleased her most was that she could even do the former for a long time, and then go on and do the latter.

Harry sat in the cage until he heard the car pulling up in the driveway. This was it. She would not make any more mistakes, such as leaving the kitchen window open, which had allowed for his brief escape last time. She would have her eyes on him every second of the time up until he made his journey into her mouth. He would have to make the most of his time on her tantalizing tongue and then slowly be absorbed into her tummy.

He heard her footsteps walking up the path, up the steps to the doorstep. He heard her turning the key in the lock, and saw her opening the door and stepping into the lounge room. Mrs Connors waved her hand sweetly at him and smiled happily. He watched as she turned her back on him and closed the door and locked it from the inside, and then turned to walk across the large lounge room towards him. Her high well rounded breasts thrust almost enthusiastically against her soft clinging cotton jumper, which perfectly matched her fairly long skirt. He looked right down to the movements of her shapely legs as she walked towards him.

“Since I’m going to eat you for pleasure, rather than out of necessity this time, I thought I might go through the enjoyment of preparing you in the kitchen and warming you up in the oven. I suppose that’s a roundabout way of telling you that I’m going to cook you, while also reassuring you that you’ll only get warm, not too hot to bear,” she said, as she took him from the cage.

“I suppose your tongue will feel even more moist and comfortable after that,” he said.

“It’s nice of you to say so, now that you don’t have any choice but to wait for me to gobble you up,” she said.

“When we first met, you said you were sorry that the Lizard had killed my father. Is there any chance that you subconsciously think that my father is responsible for your husband’s death too?” asked Harry nervously.

“Oh no, certainly not, darling. You needn’t ever think that,” said Mrs Connors and gave him a huge long friendly kiss.

“I guess I won’t have long to think about it anyway,” said Harry.

Mrs Connors laughed.

They talked pleasantly, reminiscing about the times they’d shared together, while she set him on the kitchen bench, selected a suitable baking dish and placed him gently into the dish, and then it and him into the oven. The whole time he looked into her face, right up until she closed the oven door and walked away, Harry could see that her mind was full of thoughts, probably of whom she might meet and marry, how she would enjoy seeing her son grow up, and the life that she would lead without him, after she had enjoyed her consumption of him.

In fact, her thoughts were largely on something else: Harry was much younger than her, madly in love with her and devoted to her, much smaller than her and completely at her mercy. She had the absolute power to decide which of these options she would take, and he would be stuck with her decision. As to what she eventually decided, only I know that, for I am the Watcher, and I must keep some secrets to myself.

Now you may remember that Matt Murdoch was never blinded in this universe, although he did develop the acrobatic ability and some heightened senses anyway, and never took on a super hero name. (See Tales to Boost Sales Annual #1, reprinted in Admonishing Adventures Queen-Size Special #1, for the full details… Except that I’m just kidding about those titles in order to make more puns).

One day he was in a legal case, representing a salesman of Spider-Man merchandise. The salesman wanted to sue the Daily Bugle for loss of business during a period in which the public believed one of owner/publisher J. Jonah Jameson’s slanderous criticisms of Spider-Man, before it was disproven and retracted.

Another lawyer, Jennifer Walters, represented the Bugle, and the judge found in favour of the plaintiff and awarded compensatory damages but no punitive damages.

Unaware that Jennifer was the cousin of the missing Hulk, Matt Murdoch invited Jennifer out to lunch after the case. Not one to be a sore loser, Jennifer accepted, and the two began dating.

After they had both earned some vacation time from their careers, they decided to travel on a holiday together. Matt and Jennifer went to the amazon jungles and came across a hidden cave with a glowing green orb. On the stand below it were inscribed the following words, which Matt read aloud while Jennifer picked up the orb and examined it:

This is the Great Gamma Orb,

The only known natural source

Of gamma radiation in the world.

Whosoever is the first female to

Make physical contact with this orb

Shall gain invulnerable physique and

Go forth into the world as a human giantess.

“Really,” continued Matt, “I wonder if it’s likely to come true.”

“If it is, we would be well advised to get out of this cave before it does,” said Jennifer as she put down the orb and began walking out with Matt behind her.

“It must have been put there by a man, or there’d already be a giantess around somewhere,” said Matt.

“I seem to be taller than you already,” said Jennifer, “My clothes are growing with gamma radiation too. Have you got your billy club?”

“Never leave home without it.”

“Then hit me hard.”

Matt knew a scientific phenomenon when he saw one, well enough not to question her at any rate. He struck her thigh as hard as he could. The club snapped into two pieces.

“No pain at all,” said Jennifer, and she grew and grew until she was towering above the tallest trees.

When she finally stopped growing, she looked down to see that Matt was level with her ankle (which is fairly familiar in a Timescrybe2 story, isn’t it?).

“It ain’t easy bein’ lean,” she said.

“Better than green I suppose,” said Matt, “You do look fantastic at that size.”

“I appreciate the compliment,” said Jennifer, “But you may not be able to enjoy the view for long.”

“Why’s that?”

“We are a long way from civilization, and even if we were there, it wouldn’t be easy for me to find a filling mouthful of meat (or Matt) unless I change my diet to focus on swallowing men whole. It’s a good thing for you that you’ll go down whole, isn’t it?”

“Jennifer, you don’t mean it … Do you?”

She began to stoop down.

Taking no chances, Matt bolted for freedom. With his billy club broken, he had no way to fire his own rope. He evaded her grip, which was a little easier with the way the jungle concealed him from her large clumsy hands, and quickly ascended two branches of a tree, grabbed a vine, and began swinging from one to another, while Jennifer set about pursuing him.

Jennifer’s huge tall legs ultimately gave her the greatest advantage.

“Why delay the inevitable?” she called down, “You know I’m going to catch you in the end. You could be down in my tummy being digested into all the helpful nutrients I need by now. I’m going to use my giant size to be a super hero most of the time and help anyone in need, except for tasty looking young men at times when I’m in need myself.”

Seeing an opportunity, Jennifer quickly squatted down and lunged at Matt, caught him between her fingers and thumb and sat comfortably down to smile at her prize.

“It doesn’t mean I like you any less,” she said, “I just have to be practical.”

“Which doesn’t help me much,” said Matt.

“You won’t have to worry about it for long,” said Jennifer, “Would you like a giant kiss before you go?”

“I guess it would be silly to miss it,” said Matt, and awaited the touch of her giant lips, “Thanks, Jen. That was nice.”

“My turn for a treat then,” she said, “Goodbye Matt.”

She opened wide, and slowly fed him into her mouth. He was surrounded by teeth the size of his head, and resting in the dipping center of a tongue that rose a little on both sides. He could see the sunlight reaching in to the back of her tongue, which shone and sparkled like nothing he’d ever seen before, including the orb that had caused all this.

He felt himself sliding towards the back of her tongue, until he was now over the part that had just caught his attention. He was now leaning over a little with his head and neck, and looking down into her throat. Only the top was visible by the illumination from the fact that she had left her mouth open. Deep down was darkness.

Jennifer seemed to be savoring the moment of her meal, progressing with each stage of eating him as slowly as she could. Rather than drawing him suddenly into her throat with a violent gulp, she moved her tongue infinitesimally once again, so that he found his arms, head, neck and shoulders now dangling into her throat, and still resting against the hidden vertical part of her tongue.

She waited like that for a little while, and then he felt more of himself slipping over the edge, so that only his legs were still resting on the top of her tongue. He soon overbalanced and slipped rapidly into her throat.

Chapter notes:             SPOILER WARNINGS: This chapter contains summary of Spider-Man 1990s cartoons episodes “Spider-Wars Part 1 & 2”.

He did not fall more than, what to Jennifer would have been two or three giant inches, before he felt himself surrounded by her throat. To help him along, she gave a gulp. It was incredible to feel the power of a surrounding wall of soft flesh heaving him down further into her throat, with what to her would have been a negligible effort.

A succession of enthusiastic gulps gradually dispatched him further downwards, until he knew it was all over.

“I suppose I should call myself Digestia, the She-Gulp,” thought Jennifer, and began her walk to civilization.

After she had been walking for hours and the Great Gamma Hunger was upon her again, she was fortunate enough to come across a walking party.

“Hello one and all,” she said, “As you can see I am very large, and my appetite is in keeping with my size. Would you like to choose one man from among you to help me out by being swallowed whole, and the rest of you can go on your way?”

They all stared reluctantly.

“It’s a hard decision to make, I know,” she said, kneeling down and reaching for one of the men, “But you look the tastiest and the most tender.”

She stood up and walked out of sight, carrying the man and then slipped him into her mouth.

Now this all happens in another universe, which is known only to me the Watcher and two other beings. Unlike me, they have no rules prohibiting their involvement in the events of others. Madam Web and the Beyonder in fact once introduced Spider-Man to his counterparts from parallel realities and even introduced him to Stan Lee, in a universe where Spider-Man and other Marvel Super Heroes are merely fictional comic book characters. In fact, it is in Stan Lee’s universe that the fan fiction writing efforts of Timescrybe2 and Carycomic have been somewhat causal in the events we have seen unfolding so far. They have literally wished a whole universe into being.

Madam Web and the Beyonder were studying the developments in the universe during which this tale takes place.

“See how Carycomic’s deleted subplot has allowed the evil Micronaut Baron to take his Kami-Karza dive into Jean Grey’s mouth and stomach with the intention of deliberately unleashing the being known as Dark Phoenix,” said the Beyonder.

“And my concern is with the way Timescrybe2’s subplot has created a composite counterpart of Galactus and the She-Hulk who is at least more of a menace than the unrestrained Bruce Banner Hulks ever were,” said Madam Web.

“I think we must take the same steps we took in convincing the Peter Parkers to help us defeat Spider-Carnage,” said the Beyonder, “I’ll transport Carycomic into his own storyline, so that he can experience it first hand. We’ll see how he writes about it afterwards in subsequent chapters. You’d better do the same with Timescrybe2.”

Madam Web and the Beyonder split up, as Carycomic and Timescrybe2 lived in different countries on opposite ends of their earth. The Beyonder took Carycomic into the universe where his plot was unfolding and explained the reason for his involvement.

“Oh well, it’s not as if I haven’t been through similar things courtesy of Gregory West and a cosmic treadmill combined with a storybook projector in Timescrybe2’s other stories,” said Carycomic (“The Twilight Zone: The Timescrybe2 Zone” and “Challenge of the Superfriends: Fast Track to Earth-Prime” respectively; this not being an actual inclusion of DC characters in THIS story), as he prepared to face another journey into the unusual.

Elsewhere Timescrybe2 was plucked from his own reality by Madam Web and deposited at a position just at the edge of the very jungle from which Digestia the Saveage She-Gulp was soon to emerge.

“Whatever happens to you in this reality is merely to give you experiences to help you to think through the effects of what you are writing,” said Madam Web, “At their conclusion, you will be teleported back to your own reality and the very desk where you’ve been typing up your story. Hopefully it will make you think.”

“And dissuade me from writing about Digestia’s, Black Widow’s and Mrs Connors’ ongoing vore urges?” thought Timescrybe2, “It may not even have dissuaded Carycomic, and he always said that vore was ‘an acquired taste.’ Not that I’d tip Madam Web off about this, but she’s just given me the chance to live out the best part of my own yarn.”

Madam Web vanished away on her mysterious mobility chair (pun intended) and Timescrybe2 waited until he saw the beautiful giantess Jennifer Walters stepping from the jungle.

“Hello little man,” said Jennifer.

“My name’s Timescrybe2, and I was wondering if you would like to eat me, Jennifer,” said Timescrybe2.

“As a matter of fact I would,” said Digestia.

“This is really going to get to those lurkers who think I go down this path too often,” thought Timescrybe2, “But I wouldn’t miss this opportunity for all the herbal tea in china cups.”

Timescrybe2 thrilled to the realization of his greatest fantasy, as Jennifer lifted him up and dangled him over her open mouth, and slowly lowered him in. He felt her tongue against his cheek, and then she suddenly pulled him out again.

“Is anything wrong?” he asked.

“How did you know my name? I haven’t even told you I’m called Digestia, let alone that my real name is Jennifer.”

“I can’t claim responsibility for the Jennifer part, although it is my favourite girls name,” said Timescrybe2, “But it was my idea to call you Digestia. I’m from a universe where I thought up everything that’s happened to you as a form of fiction.”

“Can you really convince me of that?”

“I know you ate Matt Murdoch after you first got your indestructible giant form, and that you then gave a group of people the choice to select one of their men for you to eat. When they were reluctant, you made your own choice and swallowed human meal number 2.”

“It’s amazing,” said Jennifer, “And ironic, that I’m now the size of the puppeteer, after being the puppet of your creative urges.”

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all. I’m grateful for this new life you’ve dreamed up for me. To think this is all happening because you want to be eaten.”

“You should see what Oishi writes,” said Timescrybe2.

“Who’s Oishi?”

“It wouldn’t make much sense to you here,” said Timescrybe2, “But I’m ready to be eaten if you’re still hungry.”

“I certainly am. Thanks again for writing your way onto my menu.”

“Bon appetite, Jennifer.”

Jennifer’s soft yet invulnerable giant fingers delivered Timescrybe2 into her mouth, for a repeat of the detailed experience that he had written for Matt Murdoch, and he made his way down into her stomach. Suddenly he found himself back at his desk. Even the moisture that he had collected while touching her tongue had remained in her own universe within her.

True to his word, Timescrybe2 set his thoughts to preparing the next portion of this tale, which I shall continue to narrate.

A super-villain named Kreel, who had acquired the ability to take on the physical properties of whatever substance his hand made contact with, decided to attack the army base where General Ross, Betty Ross and Glen Talbot were stationed. By touching tanks he gained the form of metal, and was able to shake off mortar, bullets and everything else that was thrown at him, until he drew near to the living quarters, where he planned to steal components that had been earmarked for Hank Pym’s use in recent times.

Betty Ross headed straight for the lab, having guessed that it would contain the only things on the base worth all Kreel’s attention. She waited for him to come in and then fired her shrink ray at him. Although Kreel was touching the floor and absorbing its properties, he was now only four inches tall. Betty had no trouble seizing him and dropping him into a bowl of marshmallows she had been planning to eat for dessert. Kreel had no way to avoid absorbing the properties of the candy, and instantly turned into a man of marshmallow himself. Betty quickly snatched him from the bowl, bit him in half, head first, chewed him up and swallowed him in two mouthfuls.

She never told her father or Major Talbot what she had done, just that the Kreel was no longer around.

Now as you recall, when we last left Mrs Connors with another person who had been shrunken, courtesy of Betty Ross’s use of the shrink ray, she was preparing Harry Osborn to eat him for pleasure, as there was no continuance of Betty’s initial demand of bluff that Mrs Osborn eat Harry in order to spare her son Billy from being eaten by Betty.

Mrs Connors soon sat herself down at the dinner table, with her shapely well dressed upper torso towering in front of the tiny lad. He looked up and wondered if flattery would help at all.

“Everything about you looks lovelier than ever from this angle,” said Harry, “Your round soft cheeks, your full lips, your bobbing hair, your white neck, and your …. Nice figure.”

“You always were polite,” said Mrs Connors, still thinking secretly to herself about whether or not she would provide Harry with any eleventh hour reprieve once she had gulped him down to her stomach. Would she cough him up or leave him there? In either case she had nothing to lose. The risk was all Harry’s.

“Tell me what you think of my fingers then,” she said, and slowly brought her hand towards Harry.

Harry stood on the plate and watched her hand opening. It did look very pleasant, he noticed, and then saw and felt her hand closing around his tiny body. Mrs Connors lifted him up towards her mouth.

“It’s nice being held like this actually,” said Harry, “I think I always liked it.”

“Now tell me what you think about my tongue,” said Mrs Connors.

With that, she slowly put out her relatively enormous tongue and slid it over his shoulders, neck and face.

“I like that too, actually,” said Harry, knowing that he would not be able to give her an account of what he thought of her stomach, once he was out of earshot within it.

Again and again, Mrs Connors slowly licked Harry.

“I really think you taste wonderful, young man,” she said, while still no closer to deciding whether or not merely tasting him would be enough to suit her plans for her future.

Jennifer Walters (alias Digestia the Savage She-Gulp) had soon caught the attention of the Avengers, who understandably weren’t too happy about the fact that she was practicing a rather selective form of population reduction … simply by eating anyone she happened to come across while she was feeling hungry.

“If only we could appeal to her better nature and discourage her from doing it,” said Captain America.

“I don’t think she’d be willing to listen, if you could even make yourself heard above the significantly loud rumblings of her hungry tummy,” said the Scarlet Watcher.

Wendy, the Scarlet Watcher, was in fact the daughter of (not myself) but a Watcher from the alternate universe in which this story is set, and a woman who met her on the moon after deliberately exposing herself and three poodles to cosmic rays. That woman, named the Red Gust, acquired the ability to turn into an intangible burst of wind. After deliberately initiating the successful exposure to cosmic rays, she had landed her ship on the moon and met the alternate Watcher, and fallen in love with him. Her real name was Irena Krackov, and she was in fact the only child of that universe’s counterparts of the Red Ghost’s parents.

So beautiful was Irena, that she had persuaded that Watcher to involve himself with her, in a fairly marital sort of way, and their child Wendy grew up to be known as the Scarlet Watcher. She had some of her father’s incredible scientific knowledge and used it to give herself advanced technology, which could be concealed in a costume and simulate super powers.

This alternate roll call of the Avengers did not have Thor either, as the Don Blake of this universe had never found a hammer. In this universe, Odin and his people did not exist. This Doctor Don Blake was not a surgeon, not a general practitioner, but was in fact a psychiatrist. Thor’s place in these Avengers was filled by former member Ant-Man’s robotic creation Ultron, who had been designed with morality failsafe protocols built in, so that this Ultron never rebelled against its master, and was now programmed to serve the Avengers loyally.

So it was that Ultron made a suggestion to the team.

“Suggestion: Scarlet Watcher and Iron Man combine their technological expertise to build a device capable of sending a loud deafening recurring message directly into the giant sized brain of Digestia. It will use human emotive criticisms of Digestia’s diet, to, as you humans would say, weaken her resolve for eating regular sized people.”

Tony Stark and Wendy worked hard on the device, and set it to a unique frequency which would be audible only to the brain’s aural reception of Jennifer Walters. Nobody else would even hear what was being said. Tony suited up with his Iron Man armor and flew the device into range of Jennifer Walters, who had finally reached New York City.

He set the ranger finder firmly on the She-Gulp, and sent a recurring tirade of messages into the mind of Jennifer Walters:

“Do you suffer from gigantic eating disorder? Seek professional help now! Are other people only on your thoughts at meal times? If you can’t shrink yourself, see an expert shrink!”

Jennifer tried cupping her hands to her ears, but the message was being sent directly into her mind.

“What are you doing? How are you doing this?” she called to Iron Man.

“I hold in my hands the ultimate invention, made possible by the daughter of someone who himself is forbidden from intervention,” said Iron Man, “Unless you at least reconsider a steady diet of human beings and seek out psychiatric help, you will face a continual onslaught from this device, which I have named the Ultimate Vilifier.”

“Alright. I’ll see a shrink! Turn it off!” called Jennifer.

At that point, she was calling out so loudly, that Iron Man could see right into her wide open mouth and imagine the sight that had greeted everyone who had disappeared beyond the back of the visible part of her tongue.

Iron Man turned off the Ultimate Vilifier, and Jennifer strode out of the city and lay down as best as she could fit in a large park which this universe seemed to have included in that particular part of the United States, specifically for the purpose of accommodating her.

The next day, she walked carefully up a street and tapped her finger gently on the high rise office of Dr Don Blake, psychiatrist. Dr Blake opened the window to speak to her.

“You’re the only one I knew of, having referred a disturbed legal client of mine to your office in the old days,” said Jennifer, “I’m Jennifer Walters, these days known as the She-Gulp.”

“Oh yes, Waste-Not Pete, the man who was so neurotically obsessed with using up every last drop of glue in a tube, that he often put the leftovers to criminal uses,” said Don, “I somehow don’t think you’ll fit on my couch. So I suggest we look for a more suitable venue. I’ll grab my notebook and meet you in the street.”

Jennifer carried the doctor to the park on which she had slept the night before, and then sat down to begin her first gulp therapy session with Dr Blake.

“To begin with, I’ll ask you where were you born?” asked Dr Blake.

“Right here in New York,” said Jennifer, “What about yourself?”

“In Alaska,” said Dr Blake, who did come from there in this universe.

“Nice place,” said Jennifer.

“So did you have any problems with your mother, that might have led you to this habit of eating people?” asked Dr Blake.

“Why do they always ask about the mothers?” said Jennifer, “Mom’s a vegetarian. Actually, I think what led me to it was finding myself suddenly grown to giant size, feeling hungry, and enjoying the taste of the guy I was with at the time I grew.”

“Sure, sure,” said Dr Blake, “But can you express your inner self about this matter?”

With that, Jennifer’s tummy rumbled loudly.

“I think that my inner self just did some expressing of its own,” said Jennifer, “Iron Man stopped my dining plans yesterday with the Ultimate Vilifier, and now I seem to be more hungry than ever.”

“And what does your heart tell you to do about these feelings?” asked Don.

“I don’t know if it tells me to do anything,” said Jennifer, as her huge tongue swished sideways about her lips in the most eye-catching way, “But my tummy tells me to eat something, and my eyes tell me that you could make a far more practical contribution than merely analyzing me.”

Dr Blake knew exactly where this was going.

“I’m not sure how to proceed next,” he said, “You certainly do present with a very interesting case.”

“I think I know how to proceed,” said Jennifer, as her hand reached for Dr Blake, and her finger swiftly knocked his notebook out of his hand.

She closed her fingers around him inescapably and lifted him up in front of her mouth.

“Miss Walters, this isn’t what Iron Man had in mind,” said Don Blake.

With that, Jennifer used her free hand to tear off Dr Blake’s shirt, and screw it up into a tight wad. She stuffed it into her ear. Then she pulled off his shoes and socks, dropped them and tore off his trousers and rolled them up into another tight wad. She stuffed that into her other ear. At that point, Dr Blake was staring at his patient / captor while wearing nothing more than his underpants.

“I can still hear you, Doctor, but these make-do gamma blockers should keep the Ultimate Vilifier from sending such a devastating message to my brain, at least until I’m well out of the city and able to look for more delicious little people somewhere else. The Avengers may have used my tummy troubles to drum up business for you, but they’ve also used you to provide a nice Blaked Alaska meal for me. So there!”

Jennifer put out her tongue at him, left it protruding triumphantly in all its moist magnificence for several seconds, and then withdrew it back into her mouth. Don had just seen a glimpse of his impending imminent retirement from psychiatry.

“What, no more advice, Doctor?” she asked, as she dangled him over her huge mouth, and he looked in at the movements of her gigantic tongue, “Are you feeling a bit tongue tried?”

“Miss Walters, my profession doesn’t prohibit me from pointing out that you are a very beautiful woman… a woman capable of so much, a woman with so much potential.”

“Why thank you, Doctor. You’re such a sweet one!” said Jennifer, both flattered and amused, as she kissed him for good measure, “You have quite a bit of potential yourself, as you’re about to see it realized. The sun’s done a good old fashioned job of Donny-cook on you already.”

“Maybe if you just got in touch with your inner self…” began Don.

“I’ll leave that to you,” said Jennifer, and slid him into her mouth, and slowly off the back of her tongue, and down into her inner self.

For the first time since becoming a giant, Jennifer, wasting no time at all, ran (rather than walking) out of the park and on a long journey, which involved swimming across oceans which were not so large to her, or even walking through them, walking across land, and doing whatever else  was necessary to evade civilization, until she came to a place which took her by surprise. It was a huge mountain citadel with the most uniquely structured buildings, populated exclusively by beautiful giant women, one of which was its elegant radiant red haired queen.

“Welcome to the Giant Refuge,” said the queen, “Although you are from the world outside, you are welcome to make your home here, where you will find enough synthesized food to meet all your needs. This is the Giant Refuge.”

Jennifer wondered whether synthesized food would satisfy her taste buds as well as her current diet, but she did not think it prudent to mention that to Queen Medusa. She made use of Medusa’s offer, and settled into the Giant Refuge comfortably with the other giant women.

Elsewhere, Harry Osborn was still wondering what Mrs Connors’ final decision would be. She had delayed eating him, deciding to romance him at least a little longer while making up her mind how things would eventually work out for him. He had spent time in a cage, and time resting against her lovely cheek, and was now looking at her face as she once again sat at a dinner table. He would see her beautiful face beaming up at him for a few seconds, as she held him in her cupped palm above her face, and then see her shapely tongue come out of her mouth and lick him with excitement several times, and then look at her beaming face again.

The feel of her tongue was his life’s most incredible experience, and the constant waiting and wondering what it would ultimately do to him was the most suspenseful experience of his life.