Mrs Louise Grande was aware of the Queen’s law prohibiting giantesses from gobbling up little boys. Yet she was not in fact a giantess, but a woman from the same land as the little boys, and she had gained the power to enlarge herself to giant size (after consuming something with special properties in Wonderland). What she was not aware of was the fact that the Queen’s law had come about as a result of Alice attempting to eat the Queen’s favourite of the Seven Dwarfs, named Bashful; and that Alice was in exactly the same situation as Mrs Grande, having acquired her growing power the same way. All the same, Mrs Grande was very careful to make sure that nobody but Theo F Court himself would ever know that she had eaten him.

One day the giant widowed headmistress finished a morning of work and walked out onto the outskirts of the school grounds, just on the border between the school grounds and her own private residence. She sat on a garden seat and enjoyed the sight of the colourful flowers which bloomed in the garden in front of her.

As she continued biting into her first sandwich, she noticed a young man of ordinairy size (not giant size) walking through the flowerbed. He hadn’t seen her yet. She thought it would be interesting to see his reaction, and waited for him to look up. The lad continued walking in her direction, but kept looking straight in front of him at eye level. Louise finally realised why he hadn’t looked up. He must not have been aware that he was in a giant land.

That must have taken some doing, she thought, and continued watching him, until he emerged on the grass and then looked up at her.

“Hello, young man,” she said, “You must be from earth.”

“My parents were colonists from earth,” he said.

“I wasn’t aware that there were any colonies from earth here in Brobdingnag.”

“I didn’t even know where I’d come to until then,” he said, “I teleported here from another dimension, and also from another point in time, far into your future, years after the end of the world.”

“End of the world! When and how?”

“By 2011 all of the warning signs from Matthew Chapter 24 in Bible prophecy were manifesting frequently on earth. There were earthquakes, floods, famines, wars, global economic crisis, and so many violent crimes occurring every week at a frequency that had increased gradually, so that people hadn’t noticed the change. Decades earlier, such crimes were occasional and rocked the nations in which they occurred. The most frightening aspect, to the Christians, was the way people kept routinely reporting the high level of murders and assaults and rapes on the news in 2011, without showing any reaction. Only the Christians who had studied the Bible prophecies were able to spot the difference. Sexual immorality was abundant, with same gender relationships, fornication and adultery being accepted as normal, despite God’s clear commands to flee such sins against His ordained rules for human behaviour by His created beings. Christians did their best to preach the warning signs, but most people were either overtly hostile or bored and disinterested. Few actually turned to Jesus before the end of the world came. Yet the Omni Child sent his spirit to give a vision to a giant Queen named Ambloome from another dimension where giants had already taken only a few earthlings to live in three colonies. Queen Ambloome helped prepare the Omni Child’s new colony cities on the giant world, so that those who were willing to turn to the Omni Child could live there. When that Good News had been preached to the ends of the earth, which was the final warning sign of Matthew Chapter 24, then, sometime after 2011, the end of the world came.”

“So how did you come to be here?” asked Louise.

“I wanted to take the opportunity to explore other times and dimensions. I teleported randomly and came here.”

“And because you left your teleportation machine somewhere in that giant flowerbed, you had no idea that you’d come from one giant land to another until you saw me,” said Louise.

There was something about the look in her eyes which haunted the lad. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Yet something told him that he would be wise not to apprise her of the incorrectness of her deduction. It would be better to let her think that he had teleported to her land of Brobdingnag in a machine which was currently out of his reach. In fact, he wore an amulet on a loosely fitting necklace made of cord that did not upset his skin. This was one of a number of amulets that had been used by the people in Ambloome’s world to traverse the dimensions and time periods in the days before the end of the world.

“I am used to giants, but I didn’t expect to find a giantess here,” said the lad, “I’m Oyshwan, and pleased to meet you.”

“It’s my pleasure too,” said Louise, “I’m Louise Grande, the headmistress of that giant girls’ school over there. What’s the matter? You look surprised.”

“I didn’t mean to look so startled, Miss Grande. It’s just that you don’t look old enough to be a headmistress.”

“It’s Mrs Grande, but you’re welcome to call me Louise. I’m a widow in my 30s, and I’m originally from present day earth’s normal sized country of England.”

“But you’re a giantess.”

“I came here by different means to you, and acquired the power to grow to giant size on the way. None of my staff or students know about that. I used to be a teacher in England, until I discovered the way into this land, and now I’m the headmistress here. I haven’t been back to England since I invited one of my former students here for a picnic lunch.”

“That would have been nice,” said Oyshwan.

“It was supposed to be, for me,” said Louise, “He managed to run away before I could eat him. I’d caught him stealing money from me years earlier, when I was his teacher on earth, and excused it on the understanding that he would make it up to me later. When I told him he was to do it by becoming a nice lunch for me, he dishonoured the deal and eluded me until he found the means to enlarge himself too. He actually had the nerve to court me for a while, and then his giant size wore off. I had him for dinner not long ago.”

“That’s quite a story,” said Oyshwan.

Now he understood what he had sensed about the look in the giant woman’s eyes. The severity of her claim on her former student had been far more demanding on the boy than an original punishment would have been at school. She had obviously chosen it for her own pleasure, and was not concerned with his loss.

“It was at that,” said Louise, “I didn’t expect to see another boy of your size for a while. How old are you, young man?”

“I’m 16.”

“That’s pleasing to know. Boys your age are nice and shy and tender,” said Louise, “Isn’t it ironic that you escaped the end of the world and travelled back here, where you’re going to be eaten hundreds of years before you were born?”

“But you’ve no reason to eat me,” said Oyshwan, “I never stole anything from you.”

“I’m sure I can think of a reason, since you look so mouth-watering,” said Louise, “I’d been watching you walking through the garden for a while, before you saw me. Come to think of it, you are technically trespassing on school property.”

Oyshwan remembered the legends of Kayte on his own giant world, and of her many attempts to eat young boys purely for the pleasure of it. He understood that the look on Louise’s face was not one of an outraged headmistress having caught a trespasser, but that of an amused giantess pronouncing a fate of gobbling on a helpless visitor. There simply wasn’t any point in reminding her of her own deduction that he’d been unaware of his location.

Oyshwan looked up in awe as Louise rose from her seat and stepped towards him, reached down, picked him up, returned to her seat, and placed him in her lap beside her plate of sandwiches. He watched her eat the rest of them, paying close attention to the gulping movements of her neck, and the way her mouth and cheeks moved while she was eating each mouthful.

“I certainly couldn’t fit you in after all that, and I doubt you’d want to keep company with a pile of consumed sandwich anyway,” said Louise, “But I think my dinner menu will be Fillet of Time Travelling Trespasser. I’ll just take you over to the house and get you settled in.”

Louise clasped him gently in her elegant fingers and carried him out of the school grounds and across a large lawn and into her house. She set him down on a small table beside the front window in her lounge room, and parted the curtains a little.

“You’ll have a nice view of the gardens there,” she said, “I have two classes to teach this afternoon, and then a bit of administrative work in the office. I’ll be back late in the afternoon to keep you company for a while, and then I’ll have you for dinner. Can I get you anything before I return to the school?”

“Do you have anything soft I could lie down on?”

“Would a cushion do? It would be like a mattress to you, even bigger.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, and put one down on the table, lifting him up and lowering him onto it, “Make the most of the scenery while you can, and I’ll see you for dinner.”

She smiled with a mixture of amusement, satisfaction and contentment, and walked out of the house. Looking through the window, he saw her crossing the lawn with her long dress swaying as she moved.

He enjoyed the garden view for a little while longer, and then used his teleportation amulet to return to the colony city in his own time on the world ruled by the Queen who had inherited the throne from Ambloome.

Two weeks later, Oyshwan woke up and decided to teleport to the same place that he had originally met Louise Grande. When he had been lying on her lap, looking up at her eating, he had noticed that there was a tall tree in the same garden as the flowerbed that had been his first view of Brobdingnag. He teleported up to a high branch and waited and hoped that Louise would use the same seat for her lunch that day.

Soon he saw her coming across the school lawn, lunch in hand. She sat down and began to eat.

“Louise!” he called, “I’m up in the tree.”

She looked up in surprise.

“I don’t know what has me more bewildered: the fact that you escaped your scheduled journey to my stomach; or the fact that you’ve returned, or the fact that you’ve managed to climb such a tall giant tree.”

“I’d like to tell you why I returned,” said Oyshwan, “Early this morning, I dreamt that I hadn’t escaped from you last time. In the dream, you came back late in the day, sat down at the table by that lovely window view and prepared to gobble me down.”

“That is a lovely spot, but I was going to do it in the dining room,” said Louise, “What happened next?”

“It was like the sight of you eating the last piece of the last sandwich out here at lunch time that day. Your hand put me gently into your mouth, like you did with that last piece, which didn’t need to be bitten off, as it was small enough to go in your mouth as it was. I was inside your mouth, on your tongue, and then you gobbled me down.”

“Sounds like a happy ending, for me anyway,” said Louise, “I could have used a dream like that myself, after you mysteriously gave me the slip. Still it was sweet of you to come back and tell me about it.”

“It felt very exciting for me in the dream,” said Oyshwan, “But I also had a sense that I was enjoying it. The dream ended somewhere deep down in the darkness of your throat. So I never dreamt what it might have been like being in your tummy. Yet I awoke, thrilled by the whole experience. When I escaped you, I didn’t expect it would be like that. You’ve stirred up something in me that I wasn’t fully aware of until now, Mrs Louise. I suppose, at the very least, I came back to thank you.”

“And at the very most?” she asked.

“I came to say that maybe I shouldn’t have run out on you. If you give me another chance, I’m sure I could still be a nice dinner for you.”

“Of course I’d still like you for dinner. I admire you for coming back and telling me all this,” said Louise, “I could eat you tonight, if you like.”

“That sounds perfect,” said Oyshwan.

“It’s a date then,” said Louise, “The only problem is getting you down from that tree.”

“Could you catch me in your hands?” he asked.

“That might be a bit jarring for you, if you jump from that height,” said Louise, “Why don’t we try something a little more creative?”

She walked over and stood below his branch, pulling up the bottom of her dress front, and holding it out like a safety net.

“You could jump into there,” she said.

“Geronimo!” said Oyshwan, and stepped off the branch into a great many feet of fresh Brobdingnag air, to land softly in her dress.

Keeping it in her hands, she sat down on the grass, lowering his portion of the dress gently to the ground, and was then able to take him in her hand.

“Where’s your teleportation machine?” she asked, “You won’t be needing it after I’ve eaten you, and I’d find it very useful for making visits to England. I’ve used a rather roundabout way of getting there and here in the past.”

“You won’t find it,” said Oyshwan, “I can give you myself to eat, but I can’t give you the machine.”

“You’re a mysterious little fellow, aren’t you?” said Louise, “Dinner it is then, but I’ll keep my eye on you all afternoon, in case you change your mind. I don’t have any classes to teach. Let’s go to my office.”

She kept him on her office table right beside her, where she worked alone until dinner time and then took him to her dining room at home, and sat down and licked him slowly and pleasantly.

“Are you ready for the rest of it?” she asked.

“Yes. I hope you enjoy it,” said Oyshwan.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Louise, “Have a nice descent.”

She opened wide and slid him into her mouth for a few minutes and then swallowed and gulped. Oyshwan reached her stomach and used his amulet to return home to Ambloome’s world. The next morning, he could not refrain from visiting Louise in her own bedroom just before she awoke. He arrived there and then and began to stroke her lower lip, while he stood on her pillow.

The sensation awoke her.

“How did you get out of my tummy?” she asked, “I can’t have opened my mouth wide enough in my sleep, and you would have had a time climbing up.”

“I didn’t spend the night in your tummy,” he said, “My teleportation machine is capable of returning me home, even from within your tummy.”

“I suppose futuristic inventions could have remote abilities,” said Louise, “Although I do feel slightly cheated of the closure of eating you.”

“But think of the benefits for both of us,” said Oyshwan, “The beauty of it is that you can eat me again, and again, and again.”

“Partially eat you, at any rate,” said Louise, “It explains why I still felt hungry last night.”

Oyshwan enjoyed his visits to Louise’s house over the next few weeks (future weeks in his world, and past weeks in hers).

One day, he was lying on her pillow beside her face late one afternoon after school.

“Have you ever thought that there might be another reason that you keep coming back and allowing me to gulp you down over and over?” asked Louise.

“What would the reason be?” asked Oyshwan.

“I think it’s highly possible that you might be in love with me,” said Louise, “Do you wish to make any comments?”

“I think you are right,” said Oyshwan.

Louise moved her head closer and pressed her lips against his entire face, completely enveloping his head for a while. She then kissed his chest and arms at once, and then stopped.

“Your lips are very nice,” said Oyshwan softly.

“Is there any other part of me you’d like to touch?” she asked.

He snuggled against her cheek, then her neck, her shoulder, and the soft skin where neck and shoulder met at the top of her body.

Louise finally sat up in bed, lifted him up and kissed his chest again, and then worked her way up to his neck. He felt her huge lips pressing against him, and had no desire to ever end this moment.

Then he heard a sudden snapping sound and saw her withdrawing her lips from him with his necklace between her teeth. She had carefully bitten it off, while her lips had occupied his skin.

“I searched the gardens thoroughly at lunch time today,” said Louise, placing the tiny necklace in a bedside table drawer and closing it tight, “There was no sign of any teleportation machine. If you are from the future, then it might be something a lot smaller than you. It will be interesting to see if you can escape from my stomach after tonight’s dinner, without that amulet, won’t it, Oyshwan?”

His amulet was gone, and she’d never give it back to him. There was no point in denying it.

“You’ve won. You tricked me very effectively,” he said, “Those kisses seemed so genuine, that I didn’t see your next move coming at all.”

“They WERE genuine,” said Louise, “I’m happy to prove it to you with some more. It’s not dinner time yet.”

“I guess I’d really like that nonetheless,” said Oyshwan.

As he repeated the sensational contact with her lips and cheeks and shoulders and neck, that he had previously enjoyed without a care, he felt a haunting new sensation. He would not be returning home to the colony anymore. He would not be escaping from Louise’s stomach. When this last exchange of romantic affection between them was concluded, she would then eat him in every sense of the word.

Louise was  lying on her back again. The base of her soft neck felt lovely beneath him.

“Better to have been loved and eaten, than never to have been loved at all,” he said.

“That’s a very romantic perspective to hold,” she said.

“Merely paraphrasing something well known in my time,” said Oyshwan.

“Well you’ve been loved. I suppose it’s time for you to be eaten,” she said.

This was interesting. Whenever they’d discussed her eating him in the past, he had always been looking into her eyes and mouth. Now he was on her neck, feeling its movements as she spoke those words.

“Louise, it would mean a lot to me, if we could make it an extension of this wonderful experience we’re having right now,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well rather than interrupting the moment to take me to the dining room and get settled in there, would you like to eat me right here?”

“That’s a lovely idea,” she said, and sat up in bed and kissed his face, “Are you ready for the gobbling of no return then?”

“Oyshwan’s last gulp,” he said.

“Last few gulps,” she retorted, “You’ve never gone down that quickly, and I imagine you might try to resist the process, when you’re in my throat this time. There’s a lot more at stake for you tonight.”

“No point in delaying the inevitable,” he said.

“Nor in replaying the inedible,” laughed Louise, “Alright then, off you go.”

She put him into her mouth and left him there longer than usual to contemplate the finality of what awaited him.

Oyshwan was spending his time on Louise’s tongue, thinking back over all that had gone before. He felt fond memories, and had no regrets. He had hoped to persuade her to shrink back to his size and cuddle and kiss him and eventually marry him too, but he knew that he had had the best that the beautiful earthborn giantess could offer. Now she had triumphed, and would gain the closure that she had wanted from him.

Louise angled her tongue a little, to set Oyshwan sliding towards her throat, and then gobbled away.