Dirk thought about Mrs Yeo. She was a safe person to meet, but unlike Peter, Dirk did not find her sufficiently attractive to look at. She had an innate beauty, but it did not affect him in the strong way that he was affected by the mixture of arousal and objection to the thought of being eaten by giant women which applied to Miss Cartwright. Her profile photograph was clearly that of the giant school’s headmistress, whom he’d seen during his surreptitious escapades in the school grounds so far. He guessed that Christinel was Mrs Long, from her accounts of having eaten boys in a school, which she had described to a T in her stories.

Mrs Long began working on a much longer song, which she would then sing to Casey in shorter instalments. She called it ‘The Thin Edible Shrinking Student’:

When Stefan was 17 years old, he finished year 12, and spent several weeks free,

Until it was time to enroll at the uni and start on a science degree.

His chemistry teacher was then 42, and she spent the lunch hours as his friend,

Conversing on seats, but he noticed the ring, when her dainty white hand would extend.

And so, Mrs Robertson captured his heart, as he tried to put such dreams aside.

He knew that she cared for his tertiary outcome; but she'd been another man's bride.

One Friday, he worked in the chemistry lab, when the classes were through for the day,

Invented two serums for shrinking and growing, and tested each one right away.

He drank from the shrink serum, waited in vain, and assumed that his efforts would fail.

He then tried the growth serum, hoping to notice a change, when he stood on the scale.

When nothing had happened, he packed up his books, and then washed the test tubes in the sink,

Prepared to go home, when he suddenly found the first serum was making him shrink.

He stopped, when his height was an inch and a half, and his body not half an inch wide;

And then Mrs Robertson entered the room, where she saw him, before he could hide.

She'd come, at the end of the day, to close windows and lock up the chemistry lab.

She towered above him, and gaped in surprise, reaching down with her fingers, to grab.

She sang it to Casey at her earliest convenience.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“It’s amazing. I can’t wait to hear the end of it,” said Casey.

“It’ll take me a while to finish this one. I’ll sing you a bit every now and then, when I come up with it,” said Mrs Long.

Dirk wrote back to Mrs Yeo.

“It is a pleasure to hear from you. I am happy that you enjoyed my story. I find you to be the most unusual writer on this website. You have admitted to eating a boy, and yet you have also had the consideration to only do it with his approval. You can always think of me as your friend.”

There were more emails from Mrs Middlehyde, a schoolteacher, and a number of girls who claimed to be students. There were others from people outside the giant school, in other parts of the giant world. He was probably the only member of the site who was actually in a position (and risk) to be eaten by any one of these giant females. He could feel the intense desire of each of them to catch hold of him and eat him. He wrote messages to each of them, according to their own material.

There was one more, one that he had been searching for, and at last he found it, after opening all the others, which preceded it. It was from Lyndalvorer, and clearly bore Miss Cartwright’s photograph.

“Dear Downwardboy,

It is a great pleasure to welcome you to this site. I am the designer of the site. As you will no doubt see from reading my material, I have been very active in this field, from discovering Trans-Dimensional tubes to capturing and eating some of their miniature parallel visitors. I would be just as eager to have you in my stomach as well. I hope to hear more from you, as I feel from your story that we already have a special connection,

Lyndal Cartwright.”

If she only knew the half of it, he thought.

He felt an extraordinary sense of the surreal, as he read her story of her discovery, pursuit and capture of Garth, with the cameo mention of himself as the one of the two who eluded her. The story ended with a fully detailed expression of how much she enjoyed the taste of her little Garth and the feel of him pushing against the inside of her throat as she gulped him all the way down to her tummy in stages. The chapter end notes went on for two lengthy paragraphs, unlike any other notes he had read in other members’ stories, repeatedly reiterating her desire to find Dirk and send him down to the same location where Garth now existed in an altered state.

It was as though they were sitting in front of each other talking about it, yet she was unable to touch him and actually do the deed. He put much more thought into his next reply.

“Dear Lyndalvorer,

I find myself so tantalised by your story that I can practically feel myself in the place of Dirk. The little boy knows you have eaten his friend, and yet, going by your nice picture, he is fascinated by you. He is so taken by your pretty appearance, and was even feeling that way, knowing you were going to eat his friend. At least this is how I feel. I have had a few messages from members of the website, but I look forward to reading yours most of all,

Downwardboy.”

He had given his first name as Downwardboy in the email account as well, so that she would not know he was Dirk. Nobody would.

He knew he had begun the most extraordinary relationship. He was having a vore correspondence with a pretty giant teacher whom he had watched eat his friend soon after she had given up on a determined effort to catch and eat him too.

“It must be time to be going home,” said Rochelle at last.

Rochelle then took Dougal to the edge of the school grounds. Neither of them had come across any Trans-D tubes outside the school yet, although there were some in the woods outside the school.

Rochelle put Dougal down and said, “I’d be noticed at my size. You’re small enough to slip through the grounds unseen and get back to the Trans-D tube. You’ve got my telephone number. You can sneak into the school and ring me from a telephone during any weekday to arrange our next licking time. I’d like to keep doing it right up until the week before I get married. Have a nice weekend, little Dougal.”

Dougal waved goodbye to her, watched her walk off, and then made his way through the school grounds. It was almost four o’clock. As it was a Friday afternoon, there were no after school activities for the girls. The boarders had wasted no time in heading for the boarding house, and the day girls had been even quicker about heading home.

Dougal had learned which teachers to particularly avoid five years ago. Lyndal Cartwright and Christine Long were the main dangers. He had seen neither for a while, as he and Rochelle had done their best to time their meetings to avoid any contact between him and the other teachers.

He was about three giant meters from the Trans-D tube he intended to use, walking through the flowerbed, when he looked out and saw a very beautiful teacher walking past the garden. She seemed to be looking down. She had bobbing red hair, and looked magnificently beautiful.

It didn’t take him long to realise. She was Mrs Long! She had dyed her hair red. He took more care not to be seen, and was sure that she had not noticed him yet. However she still got down and began to search the garden methodically. Why was it so important to her to look in the garden?

“Of course!” he thought, “She’s doing a routine search, not looking for me in particular, just any earth boy. If I’d recognised her, I’d have gotten far away into the garden, before she’d gotten close. She’s changed a bit in five years, and the dyed hair made it very hard to spot her straight away. She does look very beautiful, but if she finds me, I’m a goner.”

Then things got worse. Mrs Long came to the Trans-D tube, and then started crawling out from it. He could never get to the tube now. He had to get away until she was convinced that she wouldn’t find anyone.

Mrs Long’s mouth had a sensuous expression as she recalled her past culinary conquests. She was overdue for another boy-sized meal after Sonny’s second escape. Now she was absolutely determined to ransack the gardens for anyone who might have strayed into the school from the other world from which she’d originally come.

She was almost ferocious in her meticulous study of every flower and leaf, brushing each with her hand, until she spotted something out of the corner of her eye.

There was movement in the garden to her left, and it was not any kind of broken plant life blowing about. There was no breeze that day. It was a clear sunny afternoon. She turned quickly, and headed towards it.

Whatever was there had observed her. It was sentient, and no doubt attempting to flee from her. She was on top of it in no time, and soon confirmed her greatest hopes. It was indeed a little boy.

“I’ve got you!” she said, grabbing for him with her hand. She saw her quarry turn to look at her face. Then she looked more closely at him.

“You don’t seem quite as young as the others I’ve caught,” she said, “They all came from a school not far from the other end of the Trans-D tube apparently. It’s good to have you though. I won’t be nearly so careless as I was with Willy. He’s a boy who got away from me, more than once, and escaped being eaten. I shall make sure that you don’t do the same.”

“I am one of Willy’s friends named Dougal. I was at the cocktail party five years ago,” said Dougal, “You had dark brown hair then.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you keep returning all these years?” asked Mrs Long, “If you knew about me then, you must have known the risk you were taking to come here today.”

“I haven’t seen you on the days I’ve been here in recent years.”

As she told him what she’d been doing in the last few years, Mrs Long spoke as though they were two old friends catching up, so that he would feel the same familiarity as she did. To her, it was as casual as that. She knew she needed to be more careful with her captives, and when suitable, make a point of eating them soon after capture, rather than leaving them in places from which Willy had been known to escape. Other than being wary of this boy’s desire to avoid being eaten leading to a successful escape attempt, she wanted to enjoy the pleasure of his company, and saw no reason to be unfriendly about declaring her interest in his delicious looking meaty little body.