Swayna was now 26 years old. She had married her relatively tiny childhood sweetheart Jerro, in a secret ceremony a year earlier. He was now 24. She had taken Jerro to live in their own giant house, and decided that it was time to unite the family a little more. Swayna’s older sister Mrs Brooke Middlehyde was a former student of the school, who had taught there for years, and had tried many times to capture Jerro and eat him. She eventually retired from teaching, about six years ago, four years after her early attempts to eat Jerro, in order to spend more time with her daughters Clayre and Emmar.

“Do you remember that she said she would have no further interest in eating you, after you were married, Jerro?” asked Swayna.

“Yes.”

“Well I trust her word completely. So it’s now safe for you two to be friends. I’d like to ask her over for dinner with us. Would you be comfortable with that?”

“It’s fine now,” said Jerro.

Swayna telephoned Mrs Middlehyde, who accepted the invitation.

Jenny and her somewhat tiny boyfriend Willy were now living once again in Jenny’s giant home. Willy had all the comforts of his own size catered for in one room in the house, and Jenny could always take him to other parts, when it suited them. They had brought a number of the novels Willy had collected (on his own earth) to the giant house. Willy was reading through a series of them one day, when Jenny decided to take a nostalgic trip to her old school.

She was walking through the gardens, peeking into the trans-D tubes out of curiosity, when she saw a young man from Willy’s earth coming through one of them.  She put out her palm and caught him gently, so that he didn’t even touch the ground.

“Hello,” she said, “I’m Jenny.”

“I’m Jesse,” said the boy.

“I met my boyfriend around 15 years ago, when I was a student here. He came through one of those tubes,” said Jenny, “Since then I’ve found ways to shrink temporarily and stay at his house on your earth. He’s living at our giant house at the moment.”

“I just found this tube in the gardens of my school,” said Jesse, “It’s well concealed, but we end up exploring all sorts of places at lunch times.”

“Meal times were fairly significant here. When I was a student, and first showed my then boyfriend Willy to my teacher friend Mrs Long, she announced on the spot that she would be doing everything she could to try to get hold of Willy so that she could eat him. She caught him a few times, but he managed to escape the ultimate fate of sliding down into her stomach. I could never understand Mrs Long’s desire to eat a tiny boy. I didn’t share that urge.”

“Well you’re in love with Willy,” said Jesse.

“That was it. I saw him, and he looked so cute. I was so keen to kiss him. The thought of eating him never came up. I must say that you look cute too, Jesse. Now I guess I’m open to new things. I’ve never noticed anything similar about other boys, when I was younger, but I think you look rather delicious, Jesse. I really do.”

Back on the smaller earth, a former student of Willy’s old school, named Gary, had returned to the school as a 25 year old school librarian. One day a pretty lady teacher, who was five years older than him, came into the library. She was six foot tall in comparison to his five foot ten. Her name was Patricia Dawes. She had long blond hair in a ponytail.

“Do you believe in trans-dimensional tubes to parallel earths?” she asked him at last.

“I’ve always liked the concept, but I’ve never seen any proof that they exist,” said Gary.

“I believe there’s one deep in the forest behind the school,” said the lady, “I could show you, when you finish work, if you like.”

“Since it’s Friday, would you like to come over for dinner, and we could meet in the school for the forest outing tomorrow?” asked Gary.

 “That’s very kind of you. I’ll meet you back here at 5pm.”

The lady made her reappearance on schedule, and Gary led her back to his apartment. They ate and drank, and then he asked her if she’d like to dance. He had his music system set up in his bedroom. So they danced slowly around the floor, arm in arm, and Gary enjoyed his first touch of a woman’s arms and body, and cheek-to-cheek contact too.

Eventually Gary manoeuvred her closer to the bed, so that they ended up sitting side by side on it, and lying down on the bed, cuddled close together. She seemed a little apprehensive.

“Am I too young for you to like me going quite this far?” he asked, a little nervously.

“No. It’s not that. You’re very nice. I just hadn’t planned to … I mean, you did say I could sleep in the spare room.”

Looking a little hurt, Gary said, “Yes. I can still make the bed in there, if you don’t want to stay in here.”

“You’re willing to go on an outing to a parallel world, with a woman you’ve just met. I’ll stay here with you,” she said, and snuggled against him all night.

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Willoughby wrote very little, and kept looking up at Mrs Yeo and thinking about her unusual request.

"Mrs Giant, I can't really concentrate on writing, and if you do eat me, I won't be writing any more anyway. Are you having trouble concentrating too?"

"Not really," she said, "My mind does wander into recollections of your tasty meat, but I'm still getting plenty of work done. You'd find it harder to concentrate than me, because you're the one whose life would change forever by being eaten. I'll still go on writing as usual, whether I eat you or not. You have to make allowances for that, and don't try too hard to force a new poem, when your mind is occupied with such an important choice to make."

"Well since I'm so distracted, I had an idea. Could you put me into your mouth and let me lie on your tongue for a while? You could go on writing, with me in your mouth, and it might help me make up my mind about being eaten."

"I'd like that," she said, "It's a good idea."

She lifted him gently towards her mouth, and placed him into it.

She left it open for a minute or so, and he was able to peer off the back of her tongue down into her throat. Then she closed her mouth. However, she would periodically yawn and open her mouth wide.

Eventually she took him out of her mouth and said, "I'd better get you back to your trans-dimensional tube, before I head home."

She carried him to the trans-dimensional tube, and said, "I'll see you soon, and please don't be afraid to come back. I'd value your continued visits if I can't eat you."

"I'll come back and tell you, either way."

He made his way home, and thought how beautiful her mouth was, and about the fact that he loved her, and couldn't be her boyfriend.

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Toby made his way boldly into the giant school, as soon as he knew that classes would be out for the day. Mrs Long hadn’t seen him for ten years. Maybe she had found other boys and eaten them. Would she still be patrolling the grounds in search of new meals or not?

He walked for a while and then saw Mrs Long step out of a building. He ran towards her and she stopped when she saw him, and then pivoted a little, so that she could walk directly across the lawn to him.

“Hello” she called down, “I haven’t seen one of you tiny earth boys for a long time.”

“It’s me, Mrs Long, it’s Toby!” he called.

Mrs Long picked him up and looked at him.

“It is too. It’s been ten years, little man. To what do I owe the pleasure of your willing return to my clutches?”

“Take me inside, and I’ll show you,” he said.

She took him inside. He took out his mobile phone and began playing an audio recording of a tune, which he had learned was very helpful for hypnotism.

“You are becoming less conscious of the world around you,” he droned, “You are slipping into my power … You are now in a state of complete hypnosis.”

Mrs Long laughed, apparently unchanged.

“I think your recording in your phone is a little too soft to work on me, now that I’m a giant,” she said, “What would you have commanded me to do? Surely, if you were going to command me to let you go, you could have just avoided me out in the grounds to begin with.”

“I would have commanded that at the end, but the first thing to ask for would have been the chance to be in your company without being eaten.”

“Well it’s lovely to see you again, Toby, and I think you’ll have to accept that it’s going to be lovely, for me, if not for you, to finally gobble you all up for my dinner.”