The gobblings performed by Mrs Louise Grande, Mrs Grimble and Alice in the previous chapters were done in disobeience of the Queen of Brobdingnag. There may well be some more.

In the days when Gary Gulliver and his sister had first discovered Lilliput, centuries ago in fact, there were two pools which only appeared at very infrequent intervals, when their unique water rose to the surface of the island’s forest. Drinking from one pool would cause permanent reduction of a full sized person to the size of a Lilliputian, unless the reduced person was able to reach the other pool in time and drink the water which had the opposite effect and restore one’s size.

Over the centuries, a number of people had been to the giant land of Brobdingnag, or to the underground land of Wonderland and possibly to the Looking-Glass Land which linked Wonderland and Brobdingnag. Some people had been to Lilliput. Some of these many travelling adventurers had returned to England and had written their adventures down and disguised them as children’s stories. Over the centuries, the stories had become popular folklore, and were repeatedly reprinted and republished.

Most people just read these stories and eventually grew out of them. However, there were a few rare people in each time in earth’s history, who were affected in special ways by these stories. A few boys would find that reading the stories would stimulate a latent but often dormant capacity to derive great excitement and enjoyment from the thought of interacting with giant ladies, specifically the thought of being eaten by them. Some of these boys wanted to be eaten in every sense of the concept. Others would have been happy to have been put through most of the motions, but not to actually conclude their fantasies inside a lady’s tummy.

Conversely a number of girls had grown up, with an increasing desire to enact the reciprocal roles of the boys’ fantasies, namely to simulate eating or even to actually eat tiny boys.

A few other major developments had happened over the intervening years leading up to the late 20th Century as well. In Alice’s time, there were only two known holes to Wonderland: one in the woods and one on her mother’s large estate. Over time, several more of them were gradually discovered in other parts of the world, and kept secret by the ladies and boys who found them. They came out in different underground rooms of Wonderland to the room where Alice and White Robert ended up, but each Wonderland room seemed to have its own supply of cake and water that gave boys the ability to shrink and regrow, and gave girls and ladies the ability to grow and reshrink.

Other beanstalks grew and emerged in different parts of Brobdingnag, as the winds of centuries blew occasional beans to various parts of the world, where they took root and grew into beanstalks.

Finally, over time, other shrinking and growth pools formed in various parts of the world too, growing most naturally in forests, and usually no more than a suburb apart. Unlike the pools on Lilliput, these ones formed in normal sized environments, and did not rise and fall infrequently, but were there all the time. Their size transforming liquids were available at any time of the year to anyone who happened to find them and drink from them.

From the right side and the back of a boys’ preparatory school (called Sternmaw Prep) in the Sydney’s North Shore suburb of Killara in Australia extended a large and largely unexplored forest. On the side of the school was a little used public garden reserve called Swain Gardens, which had many paths and gardens over a number of levels. Some of the paths led to a tunnelled stream, which flowed towards the border of the Swain Gardens and the forest. The school, unbeknownst to its teachers and students, was situated in a unique part of the world. For this forest, by 1973, was the only place in the world where one could, if one looked hard enough, find all four of the phenomena which had affected various people in centuries past:

(1)  At the point where the school and the forest and the Swain Gardens all met, just beyond the back wire fence and its gate, was a large patch of bamboo. Most boys never played in the bamboo, preferring to use morning tea and lunch time to run about in the playground or in the forest. Of the few boys who did venture into the bamboo and discover a constant natural pool of water, it was unlikely that any would drink from it and discover its reducing properties.

(2)  Somewhere deeper into the forest was a growth water pool, which so far had not been discovered either.

(3)  Elsewhere in the forest was a hole which led to a Wonderland entry room, stocked in some way by the Wonderland cake and water.

(4)  In the depths of the forest furthest from the school was a beanstalk, which led up into the sky, invisible above the level of the treetops to all but those who were climbing it. The beanstalk came out in a giant garden bed on the outskirts of a girls school which had been presided over by Headmistress Louise Grande a long time ago. If one walked through the garden bed in the direction of the school, one came out on its outer lawn. If one walked in the other direction, one came out at the top of the hillside behind the school.

It was the May school holidays of 1974. A boy named Kim Bathewhite, who was only two months away from turning six, was staying a few days at his grandmother’s place, and walked out into the garden to play for a while. He looked through the bushes that separated his grandmother’s place not from the one beside it, but from the one two houses away, which had a small battle-axe section of back garden that met with his grandmother’s place. He noticed that a lady was moving into the house. She watched the moving men carry the last few items into the house, and then paid them. She was tall and had long blonde hair. For the first time in his young life, Kim had something which he did not understand: a crush on a lady. All he could think of was going to see her.

Kim Bathewhite looked and saw the beautiful lady go into her house and open the curtains behind a large glass door of another room. She was 26 and had just moved out of her parents’ house. He walked over and let her see him. She gave a look of surprise, which seemed pleasant enough, and opened the door.

“Hello,” she said, “Where did you come from?”

“I can show you,” he said.

“Please do,” said the lady, and he led her to the border between the two properties.

“Well it’s nice to meet my first new neighbour. I’m Judith,” she said, “What should I call you?”

“I’m Kim.”

“So why did you come into my garden?” asked Judith.

“May I please have a cuddle?” asked Kim.

“I think that would be alright,” said Judith, “Why don’t you come inside and we’ll have the cuddle on the couch.”

She led him up the stairs and through the glass door. They sat down on her lounge room couch, and she got up and closed the curtains. Then she lifted him up in her arms, and sat down on the couch, so that she was able to cuddle him close to her. Judith’s large adult cheek felt nice against his own. He had never thought about how nice this could be until this moment.

“This is nice,” she said, “Thank you for asking me for the cuddle.”

Judith kissed his cheek, and that felt nice too.

“I wish I was always your neighbour,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m staying at my grandma’s next door. Tomorrow I’m going back home.”

“Where do you live?”

“In Killara.”

“I moved from my parents’ house at Gordon, which is the next suburb up this way from Killara. I’ve spent a lot of walking time in Killara looking for little folk, but I didn’t find any for a long time. I was beginning to be more convinced that Lewis Carroll had just made them up. Or maybe they only lived back in his time. But now I know that they do still exist. They’re just rare and hard to find.”

She showed him a picture book of “Sylvie and Bruno,” written by Lewis Carroll, walked him back to the border of the properties, and kissed him goodbye on the cheek. It had been lovely to meet Judith.

A few weeks later, at Sternmaw Prep School, a boy named Ronnie took a lunchtime walk into the Swain Gardens. Unlike the bush forest, it was out of bounds to the students. Ronnie went into the bamboo patch to get there, so that the teachers would assume he was going into the forest. In the Swain Gardens he met a beautiful 36 year old lady named Miss Lamb, who had long dark hair, full shapely lips and bright red lipstick.

She told him she was a music teacher on a long service leave holiday, having been a teacher at the same school (not Sternmaw) since she was 20. She invited him to go on a walk into the forest with her the next day. They met at the border of Swain Gardens and the forest, and began a long walk, until they suddenly fell down a hole that had been concealed by the very dark and shady part of the forest. 

They kept falling until they reached Wonderland, and sampled the cake and water. Nothing happened to Miss Lamb, but Ronnie shrank to tiny size.

“It’s amazing!” said Miss Lamb, “Look how small you have become!”

“I don’t want to go back to the school now,” said Ronnie.

“I don’t think I’d like it if you did,” said Miss Lamb, “What if we try floating up the way we floated down, and I could carry you back to the Swain Gardens with me?”

“Thank you, Miss Lamb,” said Ronnie, and enjoyed the pleasant ride back to the Swain Gardens.

“I’ve only got two sandwiches in my handbag. I was saving them for lunch, but I could give you a small piece which will be bigger than several sandwiches to you,” she said.

He watched Miss Lamb eating her sandwiches, as he helped himself to the generous portion she had given him. Miss Lamb’s lips looked incredible, moving like a relatively gigantic mouth around the food just after her tongue would retract into her mouth each time she took a bite.

“Miss Lamb?” asked Ronnie.

“Yes,” she said.

“I think I could fit inside your mouth now, I’m so small.”

“I think so too,” said Miss Lamb.

“Would I be able to slide into your neck as well? Would I fit?”

“It’s called my throat on the inside, but yes, I think you would fit,” said Miss Lamb.

“Could you please take me to your house and swallow me all at once for your dinner?” asked Ronnie.

“I’d like to do that very much,” said Miss Lamb, “I’ve been thinking how nice it would be to eat you.”

“Oh thank you, Miss Lamb. I love you!” said Ronnie.

“I love you too,” said Miss Lamb, and kissed him.

The beautiful lady carried him to her car and drove him to her home. She took him inside and spent the afternoon watching television with him.

“I’m starting to feel hungry again now,” she said at half past five, “Maybe it might be a good time to start getting you ready to be eaten. Would you mind if I cooked you in some water first? I’ll be sure to take you out of the pot before you get too hot.”

“I think it would be nice if you cook me, but can we watch the six o’clock program first? I usually see it before dinner.”

“If you like,” said Miss Lamb, “… Are you worried about missing the rest of the series after I’ve swallowed you?”

“No, Miss Lamb. You eating me will be much better than things on TV,” said Ronnie.

“You’re so sweet,” said Miss Lamb.

They watched another hour of television, and then Miss Lamb lowered him into a partly filled deep pot on the stove, turned it on and looked down at him until he indicated that he was amply warm. Then she lifted him out gently and put him on a plate and took him to the table. Ronnie looked up at her long white neck in awe. In a short while, she would be using it to swallow him.

 “I’m very glad we met,” said Miss Lamb, “Thank you for coming to the underground land with me and for letting me eat you like this. You’re a lovely little boy.”

“Your mouth looks wonderful,” said Ronnie, “Are you going to eat me now?”

“Sure,” said Miss Lamb, and picked the boy up and slowly slid him over her lip and into her mouth. He felt the pleasant surrounding activity of her tongue and then her neck, as she drew him into her throat and swallowed him slowly.

The following week, Kim Bathewhite went into the bamboo patch during lunch time and found a pool of water. He finished his lunch, and his drink bottle, and then filled the drink bottle up again with water from the pool. He took a walk down to the pathway that was at the bottom of the slope, just before the forest rose up into the distance on the other side of the path.

Feeling thirsty, Kim opened the lid of his drink bottle and drank heartily, until he’d finished the water from the pool. Suddenly he felt strange, and dropped the bottle. Then to his surprise, Kim found himself shrinking until he was only a fraction of his regular size.

He had no idea whether he’d be able to walk up the hill and back to the school now. The forest had suddenly become like a realm of giant trees and plants to the diminished boy. He wondered if he would find it easier to get somewhere by heading along the little used pathway that had been trodden through nature’s resources over the years by occasional walking of ladies from Swain Gardens ventures. He headed away from Swain Gardens, as the terrain looked easier for him to handle at that size.

He had only gone a little way, when he saw Judith come around the bend in the path and into view! He hadn’t seen the beautiful lady for weeks. Now all the feelings of love came flooding back into his mind as he looked up at the now towering lady in admiration. She was carrying a picnic basket in one hand, with her free hand swinging by her side. Kim was too shy and surprised to say anything, and still adjusting to his situation.

Judith stopped just in front of him, bent her legs a little, and brought her hand towards him. Her fingers separating to reveal some of her palm looked strangely magnificent. It felt very enjoyable as her fingers closed around him and lifted him high into the air. When he was level with her waist, she put him down gently in the picnic basket. There was no rug, as she seemed to be heading towards the Swain Gardens. He could see several plastic containers and a few other items around him.

Judith continued walking, watching the path ahead, only occasionally glancing down at him. He wondered why his friend had not said hello to him, nor asked him what had happened to him. 

Then he remembered something that Judith had said to him the day that they had met. She had mentioned walking in Killara to look for little folk. Judith had assumed she’d found another one. He felt so special to have become, as far as Judith knew, the very thing that she had been keenest to find. He decided to say nothing, so as not to spoil her enjoyment of having apparently found one of the little folk. This way, she would take him home with her and he could stay with her all the time and never have to miss her again.

As she drew nearer to the Swain Gardens, he realised that he was also going to be free of school forever too. Judith would not expect him to go, now that he was so small. He continued looking up at her face in admiration until she put the picnic basket down on a low garden wall and sat down beside it. Peeking through the spaces between the pieces of the picnic basket’s wall, he saw the beauty of Swain Gardens and realised that Judith had been planning to come here with her picnic food.

He saw Judith look into the basket and remove the lid from a large plastic bowl and set it on its side in the picnic basket, so that the lid took up less space. Judith’s lovely hand then opened a smaller container and poured some sliced onions from it into the large bowl. She must have been preparing a salad for her lunch, he realised.

Then Judith’s hand closed around him and lifted him up, so that he could see into the large bowl. The onions had fallen onto some cut lettuce leaves. Judith lowered her hand gently into the bowl and released her grip on Kim. He watched as her hand withdrew from the bowl, and saw her eyes turn away from him and onto another part of the picnic basket.

Kim briefly considered the possibility that Judith was inviting him to help himself to the lettuce and onion in abundance, but he was overwhelmed by the evidence of other factors. Judith had wanted to find one of the little folk, and had mistaken Kim for one of them. Yet she had not introduced herself, had simply picked him up without a word and put him in her basket, walked to the Swain Gardens with him and then deposited him into her salad bowl. She had done exactly the same thing with the onion slices, and she certainly wasn’t inviting them to eat the lettuce.  Kim was 99 per cent certain that Judith was preparing to eat him as part of the salad lunch that she was making.

He could not see her tummy from that position, but he remembered the cuddle from the day that he had first met her. It had felt nice being snuggled against her like that. It had never occurred to him that he would soon be on the inside instead.

Then he remembered something that Judith had said to him the day that they had met. She had mentioned walking in Killara to look for little folk. Judith had assumed she’d found another one. He felt so special to have become, as far as Judith knew, the very thing that she had been keenest to find. He decided to say nothing, so as not to spoil her enjoyment of having apparently found one of the little folk. This way, she would take him home with her and he could stay with her all the time and never have to miss her again.

As she drew nearer to the Swain Gardens, he realised that he was also going to be free of school forever too. Judith would not expect him to go, now that he was so small. He continued looking up at her face in admiration until she put the picnic basket down on a low garden wall and sat down beside it. Peeking through the spaces between the pieces of the picnic basket’s wall, he saw the beauty of Swain Gardens and realised that Judith had been planning to come here with her picnic food.

He saw Judith look into the basket and remove the lid from a large plastic bowl and set it on its side in the picnic basket, so that the lid took up less space. Judith’s lovely hand then opened a smaller container and poured some sliced onions from it into the large bowl. She must have been preparing a salad for her lunch, he realised.

Then Judith’s hand closed around him and lifted him up, so that he could see into the large bowl. The onions had fallen onto some cut lettuce leaves. Judith lowered her hand gently into the bowl and released her grip on Kim. He watched as her hand withdrew from the bowl, and saw her eyes turn away from him and onto another part of the picnic basket.

Kim briefly considered the possibility that Judith was inviting him to help himself to the lettuce and onion in abundance, but he was overwhelmed by the evidence of other factors. Judith had wanted to find one of the little folk, and had mistaken Kim for one of them. Yet she had not introduced herself, had simply picked him up without a word and put him in her basket, walked to the Swain Gardens with him and then deposited him into her salad bowl. She had done exactly the same thing with the onion slices, and she certainly wasn’t inviting them to eat the lettuce.  Kim was 99 per cent certain that Judith was preparing to eat him as part of the salad lunch that she was making.

He could not see her tummy from that position, but he remembered the cuddle from the day that he had first met her. It had felt nice being snuggled against her like that. It had never occurred to him that he would soon be on the inside instead.

Her throat would be too high, and probably too slippery to climb back up out of, and he could never get her to open her mouth. She would merely draw him back into her throat and swallow him again. How sweet and exciting at the same time were the sights of her tongue each time she put it out for the next mouthful of salad.

Judith ate mixtures of smoked salmon, capsicum, lettuce and onion enthusiastically, with Kim looking on in secret admiration at every movement of her hand, tongue, lips or neck. He eagerly awaited his turn to be fed into that beautiful mouth, but it did not come until she had eaten all of the salmon salad around him first. Then at last, he saw her place the last handful into her mouth, and looked around at the otherwise empty bowl.

To his exhilaration, Judith looked directly at him and brought her fingers towards him. She closed them around him, and brought him up towards her mouth. He kept a close eye on her mouth, knowing that he’d only have a short time to see her tongue when it approached. After that he would be inside her mouth, only able to enjoy the feeling of her tongue in the darkness. He would have a better and slightly longer view than he had had, when he was looking up at the salad approaching her tongue, because the tongue would be visible to him longer than it had been when the salad had moved to cover it. However, this advantage would only be momentary. He had to make the most of it while he could.

Judith’s mouth opened in front of him, and he saw her sparkling pink tongue coming out.

“It’s even bigger than my whole body!” he thought in excitement, “I’ll be touching it any second now.”

As he looked at the tongue, Judith seemed to have held it in the extended position for several seconds longer than she had done with the salad. He wondered when she would move him onto it. It was only two inches away, but still unreachable. He wondered why she was delaying, and looked up at her eyes. Judith stared at him.

“Kim! Now I can recognise your face!” she said, “I had no idea that it was my little friend from next door. How did you come to be so small?”

He told her about the shrinking water from the pool.

“Maybe I haven’t found any little folk yet after all,” she said.

“You had proof, you said,” replied Kim.

“Have any boys gone missing from your school, apart from you?” she asked.

“Yes, only Devonport, Hambert, Ronnie and Chip,” said Kim, “Nobody knows what happened to them.”

“I think I know what happened to three of them,” said Judith, unaware that Miss Lamb had eaten Ronnie, “I’d say they must have drunk from the same shrinking water. You’re the first one I brought here for a picnic. I found each of the others and picked them straight up, put them in my mouth and swallowed them down without giving them a chance to tell me that they weren’t little folk. They wouldn’t have even known that I’d made the mistake of thinking that they were little folk. I almost ate you up too. Do you still love me, little Kim?”

 “I love you very much!” said Kim, “I’m so glad you found me.”

“You can come home and stay with me,” said Judith, “I’d love to have you.”

Kim enjoyed being taken care of by Judith. It was so nice to be with her all the time. He didn’t have to wait for the next holiday visit to his grandma’s. He turned six and enjoyed a number of birthday kisses from her big lips.

“I’ve given up searching for little folk,” said Judith one day, “I’m sure now, that there can’t be any more left. However, I have gone looking for more shrunken boys from your school in that forest, but I just can’t find any. Aside from that, I think you’re the sweetest of them all. I’m still your friend, and I still love you, Kim, but after thinking about this for a while, I am going to eat you for lunch tomorrow. I’ll always remember you fondly, Kim. Will you still love me in the time you have left?”

“Oh yes, Judith. I will love you more now.”

“More?” she asked, “Why?”

“When you were making the salad in Swain Gardens, I went in the bowl. Soon I knew you were going to eat me. I still loved you then. When you licked your lips, I loved you a bit more. When I saw your tongue coming out for the salad, I felt like I would love you eating me up so much. Then your tongue was just near me, and then you saw my face and didn’t eat me. I didn’t know you would still do it. I’m going to love you so much more than ever when you’re eating me all up for your lunch tomorrow, Judith.”

“You’re full of surprises, Kim. First you turn out not to be one of the little folk. Only now I find out that you want to be eaten. Why didn’t you say something about it before?”

“I like being your friend here with you too, but I like being eaten most of all.”

“Thank you for being such a sweet little boy, Kim. I liked eating the other three boys too, but you’re the only one I love.”

They enjoyed each other’s company until lunch time the next day. Then Judith prepared Kim in the kitchen and took him out to her lounge room again, the room where they had first cuddled, and then out to another part of the garden, not near his grandmother’s border. Yet, he thought, it was interesting to have come so close to his grandmother’s place from this side of the border.

Judith sat at the outdoor table on the patio and lifted Kim to her mouth, and put out her tongue and placed him on it. Kim felt the moist tongue under his entire body and loved the sensation immensely. She drew it part of the way into her mouth and then slid Kim off it.

“Did it feel as good as you imagined?” she asked.

“It’s the most beautiful tongue in the world,” said Kim, “I’m so lucky to be able to touch it.”

“Would you like me to do it again a few times, before I swallow you?” she asked.

“Yes please!” said Kim.

He felt Judith’s tongue licking him again and again, and then she stopped.

“How was that?”

“Very nice!” said Kim.

“I’m glad,” said Judith, “You taste the most delicious of them all. I’m going to eat you up now.”

It felt wonderful to know that she thought he was delicious.

Judith opened her mouth, put out her tongue, placed him against it and drew him all the way into her mouth. He slid to the back of her tongue and fell slowly into her gulping throat. It was an incredible sensation. Down and down he went and into her soft tummy.

In May 1975, Danny, a 2nd class orphan student of Miss Anita Staits’ drank the shrinking pool water while in the bamboo patch, and then went back towards the school, where he was found by his teacher. Miss Staits had been a sweet lovely teacher and he was glad to have been found by her and not by the teacher he’d had the year before. She used a small vine to tie him to a stick of bamboo and said she would come back and eat him on the Saturday afternoon. His stepmother would not find him now.

What her eyes had been too large to see, was that there was a sharp protruding part of the bamboo that held him. He was able to struggle until it sawed through the vine. Then he had only one move to make. He headed deep into the forest. He could never return, or Miss Staits would find him eventually and eat him. He was so surprised at that side of her personality, that all he could do was run and not look back. His stepmother eventually left the country to try in vain to forget about having lost him.

At the beginning of 1976, Miss Lamb managed to get a teaching position at Sternmaw school. One day she followed one of her seven year old music students named Brody  into the forest and caught up with him and led him to the Wonderland hole. They floated down together, and he ate the cake, and was surprised to find out that he shrank. Miss Lamb took him back up the hole and sat down in the forest on a comfortable rock. She told him about her earlier visit to Wonderland in 1974 with Ronnie and of the way he asked her to eat him and that she had done it.

“Ronnie was in my year,” said Brody, “No wonder he disappeared.”

“Well you can disappear too now,” said Miss Lamb, “I’ll just eat you up like Ronnie, and you can ride back to the school in my tummy. I’ve noticed you watching my mouth in music classes sometimes. I’m sure you’ll like it as much as Ronnie did.”

 “I know I would, but I’m not like Ronnie. I don’t want you to swallow me,” said Brody.

“But you’d have to be,” said Miss Lamb, “That’s as much a part of being eaten as being in my mouth.”

“I don’t think I want to be eaten,” said Brody.

“Well I’m sorry you feel that way,” said Miss Lamb, “I thought you’d enjoy it as much as Ronnie did. I’ll try to have you down in my tummy as quickly as possible. Don’t worry. It’ll soon be done.”

“No! I don’t want you to do it at all.”

“I understand that now, but it took me a year and a half to transfer to this school after I ate Ronnie, so that I could have another shrunken boy like you. You’ll just have to be a nice lunch for me, Brody. I’ve made up my mind to swallow you down.”

“No! No! No!” said Brody, and suddenly he grew back to normal size.

“It must have worn off when you panicked,” said Miss Lamb, “If only you hadn’t been so uncooperative. All I wanted was to gobble you down whole.”

“If only you had wanted to kiss me with your mouth instead of eating me,” said Brody, “I would love for you to kiss my cheek.”

“I certainly won’t be kissing you after this,” said Miss Lamb, “Now let’s get back to school.”

On the last day of the school year, several months after the shrinking incident, Miss Lamb spoke to Brody.

“Would you still like to have me kiss your cheeks?” she asked.

“Yes please,” said Brody, glad that she had gotten over the disappointment of not being able to eat him.

“Well I can’t do it here in the school or in the forest where people might see us. I’ll take you on a walk at lunch time. I’m not teaching this afternoon anyway,” said Miss Lamb.

When lunch came, she led him deep into the forest, where they found a giant beanstalk and climbed it. They emerged in the gardens of a giant school’s outskirts.

“This is where I’ll be teaching next year,” said Miss Lamb, “I won’t be going back to your school at all.”

Then she stood in the garden and knelt down and kissed each of his cheeks in turn.

“You won’t be able to teach here,” said Brody, “Everyone is too big for you. The girls won’t do what you tell them.”

“I think they will,” said Miss Lamb and stepped out onto the lawn and grew to giant size, “And so will you! The underground land’s water has done something to my size too, and I’ve moved into a house near here. This time I’m going to eat you for my dinner.”

He remembered her original attempt to eat him. This time his normal size would not help him. Miss Lamb took him home to her new giant house and set him down on the kitchen table. She went to the kitchen and came back with a small pavlova, and placed him gently into it.

 “I’ll enjoy licking all of that off your nice little face,” said Miss Lamb.

“So will I,” admitted Brody.

She began spooning pavlova into her mouth, and then Brody had an inspiration.

“My normal size won’t help me now, but maybe this will,” he thought.

Brody shrank himself to tiny size and sank to the bottom of the pavlova.

“That won’t help you, Brody. I’ll just spoon you up with it eventually,” said Miss Lamb, who was now like a giant giant woman to him, “You might as well grow back, so that I can enjoy more of your tasty little self.”

Brody made his way to the edge of the pavlova, before she could find him with the spoon. He jumped off the plate to the table, and scurried across, looking up at her mountainous form. She tried to reach for him with her fingers, but he was like a speck to them and could dodge her easily.

“I’ve done it,” he thought, “She can’t pick me up and put me into her mouth now.”

Even the spoon could not help her to coordinate any seizure of him.

“I’ll have to teach you a lesson another way,” said Miss Lamb.

He looked back to see her stand up and sit on the edge of the table, and then she reduced herself to her normal size, so that she had the same size advantage that she’d had that first day in the forest. Now she was able to chase him across the table, and grab hold of him and pick him up.

“If you revert to your normal size, I’ll revert to my giant size. Either way, I’m going to put you into my mouth now, so there had better not be any more silly tricks,” said Miss Lamb, “In fact, I’ll grow anyway.”

She grew back to full size, got onto the chair and held the tiny boy in her hand, just in front of her mouth.

“I know what you’re thinking. You believe that you can stay that size, so that I won’t enjoy eating you enough to do it,” she said, as he looked in at her ocean like tongue, “But I have the final solution to all of your manoeuvres. I am going to put you into my mouth and shrink myself back to tiny size. After that my mouth will fit around you, but it will be small enough to taste you more effectively. You will be unable to grow back to your full size when you’re in my normal sized mouth. Now either I do that straight away, or you can return to your normal size and I’ll eat you as a giant.”

He restored himself to normal size.

“That’s more like it,” she said.

“Could you do something for me in return for promising not to shrink again?” he asked.

“Alright, if it means you won’t delay me any longer. What?”

“Could I have a giant kiss?”

“Of course,” she said, and gave him a few kisses.

 “Thank you, Miss Lamb,” said Brody.

“You’re welcome, and goodbye,” said Miss Lamb and slipped him slowly into her mouth and then gobbled him down whole.

Danny had been wandering the forest since May 1975. He lived on rain water and forest fruits until he finally came to a pool of water and decided to take a drink. To his surprise, it restored his size. It took him little time to find his way back to the school, where Anita Staits was surprised to learn what had happened. She adopted him herself, since she couldn’t eat him, and they became very close friends too.

At the beginning of the next year, Mrs Helen Thomas, a 39 year old widow became the replacement music teacher at Sternmaw School. She had short light to dark brown hair, and fairly thin lips, and her cheeks and the sweet look in her eyes were very appealing to an 8 ½ year old boy named Alexander. While teaching the students to play the flute, Mrs Thomas found herself frequently licking her lips, which gave Alexander many generous views of her tongue over the first few months of 1977. One day he took a long walk in the forest after school and found the hole down into Wonderland, and tried the cake. He enjoyed the taste, and then floated up the hole and started back towards the school. On his way, he discovered that he could shrink to tiny size and grow back to full size.

Suddenly his mind was rife with possibilities for Mrs Thomas’s tongue. The next day after school he went into the music classroom, closed the door and said, “Mrs Thomas, can I show you a secret?”

“If you like,” she said.

He shrank to tiny size and walked a little closer to her.

“You can pick me up, if you like,” said Alexander.

Mrs Thomas picked him up and sat him on the top of the piano, where she had been sitting.

“How did you do that?” she asked.

He told her of the Wonderland cake.

“It’s mind boggling,” she said, “But why have you chosen to trust me with your secret?”

“I love looking at your tongue, when you’re moving it in class sometimes, when you play the flute.”

“Really?” she asked, “How unusually sweet.”

“Mrs Thomas, would you please lick my whole face at once, now that I’m small enough?”

Mrs Thomas giggled.

“Do you really want me to do that? You’ll get very wet.”

“That’s alright. I’d like it very much,” said Alexander.

“Alright,” she said, placing her palm just in front of the edge of the piano top, “Step onto my hand.”

Alexander did so, and then sat down to improve his balance Mrs Thomas turned up her fingers, to give him something to lean his back against, and then brought him slowly towards her mouth, habitually licking her lips whenever she wasn’t speaking. He looked at her tongue, much closer than he’d ever been to it before, and then felt it rubbing its moist surface all over his face. 

It was the greatest feeling he’d ever experienced.

“Was that okay?” she asked.

“Yes thank you very much. Your tongue feels so nice, Mrs Thomas. Can I touch it with my hands?”

“If you like,” she said, and opened her mouth and let the tip of her tongue rest on her lower lip.

He reached in and ran his hand over it, and then the other hand. After a while he undid his shirt buttons and asked her to lick his chest and his neck. Mrs Thomas complied in an amicable way. Alexander took the shirt off and finally had Mrs Thomas lick all of his upper body in a series of thrilling movements.

“This is such an easy way to make someone happy,” she said, and went on talking about her surprise at all of these developments.

Alexander looked in at her tongue while she talked, and then he raised the most challenging question of all.

“Mrs Thomas, there is one more thing which would make me happier than ever,” he said, “Would you please let me climb into your mouth and slide over your tongue and down your throat and into your tummy?”

“Are you asking me to EAT you?” she asked.

“Yes Mrs Thomas. I’d like it very much.”

“But you won’t be able to come back.”

“I know. Your mouth looks nice and your tummy looks soft and nice to go into and stay there forever. Please, please eat me all up, Mrs Thomas.”

“Well Alexander, it’s a unique honour to be asked to eat up one of my students, but I don’t think I’d like to have a little boy wiggling around in my tummy. All of this has been very unusual, and I don’t mind doing the licking, but I think it would be going a little far to eat you. It doesn’t mean that I don’t like the taste. You’re very delicious and very sweet. I hope you’re not upset with me.”

“No Mrs Thomas. I just wish you could do it. Thank you for the licking.”

For the next year or so, he would often meet her in her room at lunch time or after school, shrink to tiny size and hide from her. She would search the room until she found him and then give him lots of licks.

Towards the end of the following year, 1978, Mrs Thomas approached Alexander one day and said, “I’d like to talk to you in the forest. I might have some good news for you.”

He went into the forest with her after school, when nobody was around to see them. She led him all the way to a beanstalk, climbed up it with him and showed him the edge of the giant school garden.

“I’m changing to this school,” she said, “Mrs Long told me about it. She’s 35 now. She was walking in the forest one day, when she was 22. She found your Wonderland cake and this beanstalk and discovered that the cake had given her the ability to grow to giant size. She became a teacher here, and married a giant who lived up in the hills within giant walking distance from this giant school. Last year she became a widow, which is why we’ve become such close friends and why she told me about all this. I’ve been a widow for a while too. Anyway, Mrs Long decided to reduce her teaching schedule as a giantess, and to become a part time teacher at your school too at the beginning of this year. That’s why you don’t see her all week. She only teaches maths in both schools. She showed me the Wonderland hole and I tried the cake too and found that I could become a giant and shrink back to normal size.”

Mrs Thomas grew to giant size and demonstrated her size advantage, picking him up and sitting down on a nearby garden seat.

“That makes you as big as you look to me when I’m shrunken,” he said.

“What do you think about Mrs Long’s mouth?” asked Mrs Thomas.

Mrs Long had long dark brown hair and fuller lips than Mrs Thomas, and her tongue sparkled magnificently whenever Alexander looked into it during classes.

“It’s very nice,” said Alexander, “Would she eat me, if I asked her to?”

“You won’t need to ask her,” said Mrs Thomas, “Have you noticed Mrs Long taking an interest in you lately?”

“Yes, actually,” said Alexander.

“She tells me all her secrets, but she doesn’t know about my friendship with you. So she didn’t realise that I might warn you about this, in case you don’t want to be eaten by her. If you do, then all you have to do is accept her invitation. She’s going to ask you to meet her after school in the forest. Then she’ll take you to the beanstalk and up into this school garden and over to her own office  … until she’s ready to eat you. If you come here, you’ll have to be sure that you want her to do it, because she’ll never let you go. She’ll still be teaching in both schools next year, but if her plans go ahead, she’ll have eaten you before this year’s out.”

 “Thank you so much for telling me this. I love your licks, but it will be fantastic to be eaten by Mrs Long,” said Alexander.

“She thinks so too. She can’t wait to have you in her giant clutches. Will you give me a goodbye cuddle first?” asked Mrs Thomas, stepping back to the edge of the garden and resuming her normal size.

“Yes,” said Alexander.

They descended the beanstalk, and then had a long hug in the forest before walking back to the school.

A few days later, Mrs Long came to Alexander at lunch time.

“Would you please meet me down in the forest after school today, Alexander? I’ll have a surprise for you,” she said.

He met her on schedule and was taken up the beanstalk. Then Mrs Long grew to giant size and picked him up and took him to her office and sat down.

“Isn’t this a lot like Jack and the Beanstalk?” she asked.

“Yes it sure is,” said Alexander.

“I think that’s because it was really a true story, or something like it,” said Mrs Long, “Do you remember how the story ended?”

“Yes,” said Alexander, “Jack got away and was very rich.”

“Well you aren’t going to get away,” said Mrs Long, with an exciting look of amusement on her face, “I’m going to gobble you all up on Friday afternoon in the outer gardens at the gazebo.”

“Wow!” said Alexander.

“There’s nothing you can do,” said Mrs Long, “The others at our school down there don’t even know about the beanstalk. I’ll be looking forward to my afternoon tea.”

On the remaining days of the week, Mrs Long talked with him for a while each day after school before heading home. He was always able to look out her office window and see her moving about in the school gardens, until she left. On the Friday, she took him out to the distant gazebo and began to taste him with her tongue, which she continued to do until she was ready to gulp him down. She lifted him up and dangled him over her mouth. He looked down in at her laughing tongue and felt thrilled beyond words as she lowered him slowly towards it.

“Let that little boy go!” said a woman’s voice.

“Mrs Yeo!” said Mrs Long.

“Yes, and as long as I’m headmistress of this school, there will be none of the  gobblings that went on back in the time when Louise Grande was headmistress. You are to let that boy come and go as he pleases, if he chooses to visit us, and never use your position as a teacher here to eat boys from the little places beyond.”

Mrs Long had no idea that his disappointment matched her own. The next year, 1979, when he was 11, he came back to the giant school after school one day, found Mrs Long and asked her if she would like to go out on a date with him, such as a picnic.

She was a little surprised, given the circumstances, but accepted and dated him until late the following year, 1980, keeping it secret from both schools. One day in 1980, she invited him home to her giant house, and carried him there after meeting him secretly outside the giant school.

When they got there, she put him down on the dining room table and had dinner with him. Then she took him to her bedroom and put him on the pillow beside her cheek, so that he could cuddle against her cheek.

“I’ve got another big surprise for you,” she said, “I’ve resigned from both schools. So I’m not answerable to the headmistress anymore. Tomorrow night, I’m going to cook you in my oven and then gobble you all up for my dinner.”

How he admired her forthright amusement as she announced this. He kept secret about his own desires and old talks he’d had with Mrs Thomas, and waited eagerly for the end of the day. When it came, Mrs Long warmed him up in the oven, while walking around the room in her loveliest dress. Eventually she took him out and into the dining room and sat towering in front of him, the greatest vision of beauty he’d ever seen.

She lifted him to her laughing mouth, licked him a number of times, and then slid him in onto her tongue for some time and then he heard a soft laugh coming up from her throat. He knew what was to come next. With that, she gulped him into her throat and kept on swallowing until he reached her giant stomach.