“It’s too bad you feel that way,” she said. She tied him to her hair,
Then unrolled a sleeping bag, and settled down to sleep right there.
“Just a kiss was all I asked for. Since you’re not cooperating,
You can stay here as my prisoner, with no further chance of dating.”

“Don’t you understand?” he asked at last, “It isn’t right to cheat.
I came here in to find my boyfriend, who would make my life complete.
I don’t want a passing interlude, that only serves to ruin
Someone else’s proper fairytale, which should have been there shoe-in.”

“Are you absolutely sure of that?” asked Ells-Bethe, looking stern.
“If you never let me go, then I shall simply have to learn
How to cope with being punished for continually adhering
To my principles, no matter how your features are endearing.”

“Well I’m glad to hear it,” Ells-Bethe said, and rapidly untied
Little Britt, “I never would have let you kiss me, if you tried.
Here’s a picture of my little sister, who was once discarded
By Deevawsidadde, a disappointment. This has left her guarded.”

“She’s adorable as you are,” Britt said, “What’s this have to do
With the way you brought me here and tried to force a kiss with you?”
“She’s retreated into parenting her daughter in denial
Of her loneliness, despite the news of Alicindra’s trial …

… She was unconvinced that she could ever trust another spouse.
And her daughter’s made new friends and has a life outside the house.
So I asked her: If I tested someone’s values, being careful,
Would she give some thought to trusting him? She said she would, though prayerful …

… Would you like me to inform her of the ways that you replied
To the pressure I employed? I really think that she’ll decide
To go out with you.” So Britt said, “Yes.” His courtship started healing
All the damage from Deevawsidadde’s unfaithful double dealing.

One day people from the Viking village, sitting high on rocks,
Watched a giant girl appearing in the water, near the docks.
It was Kayte. She strode right into town, and scanned the village, searching.
Then she came upon a lonely hill, where Tennyce rested, perching.

He’d been watching Kayte approaching, and experienced a fear
For himself and other villagers; but as the girl drew near,
He could only think romantic words, which sounded good on paper,
As he thought back to the way they’d met and she’d announced her caper.

“Can we talk?” she asked, “I borrowed one of mother’s amulets
For her customers. I could have gathered up the Viking nets
And ensnared a score of Viking boys and had them all for dinner.
But I came to win your trust, if that’s a suitable beginner.”

“What about those other boys you’re dating?” Tennyce asked, perplexed.
“I just stood one up, and didn’t want another date made next,”
Kayte replied, “I didn’t mean it, when I said I’d not have missed you.
If you find the truth convincing, I’m unable to resist you…”

“… I am overcome at times by my desire to make a snack;
But I’ll never force you down again. So please just take me back.
I don’t want to be with giant boys. Although I’ve been voracious,
You have always been the only one for me, if you’ll be gracious.”

“This is quite a co-dependency,” said Tennyce, “But since I
Played my trick, with your Mom’s help, and saved myself and said goodbye,
There has never been a person who has caught my eye in Norway,
With such love we shared once amulets had given me the doorway…

… So explain to me this urge you’ve got for such a dining vice.”
“It was just for fun at first, but now I know you taste so nice,”
Kayte replied, “I’ll have to find another way of satisfying
Such an appetite, which doesn’t call for little Vikings dying.”

“I could still attach my amulet to something on my wrist,
Let you have your fun, and then pop out before I’m really missed,”
He said, “Would you like the chance to go ahead and do it often?
I don’t mind, if your big tummy doesn’t then become a coffin.”

“I’d love that,” she said, “But that’s not why I came. When we’re adults,
I am hoping that our courtship will have happier results.
Though I might have filled this conversation up with lengthy jargon,
My delight at what you’ve offered needn’t enter in the bargain.”

So she took him back to her place, and the Vikings didn’t lose
Any citizens. They did their Sunday best to just excuse
Her excursion through their village. They’d been happy to survive it,
And ensured the reconciliation on the hill was private.

Friemann Fltye and Nonvor had been married 14 months thus far;
While on earth he worked with Stawmi, who became the rising star.
Stawmi learned the hidden secrets used for building and repairing
Lots of amulets in sizes men or giants could be wearing.

Flyte had chosen him, because the boy was in relationship
With Kayte’s Mom, who ran the dating service. Now he could equip
Alicindra with her clients’ amulets himself, as maker.
Then those amulets were sold to any willing paying taker.

Still Deevawsidadde was jealous of the boy (not known to work
On the LATERALDATE arrangements with Kayte’s Mom, and as a perk
Would be kissing her instead of him). He started further plotting,
And one night approached the place where Alban’s rebel squad was rotting.

When he reached the Prison Stretch of Grass, he used the proper tools
To remove the doors from Port-a-Vaults and free the little fools.
Then they all conspired together, since the lot of them resented
Interaction through dimensions, which they thought should be prevented.

They were unaware of Stawmi’s training, thinking their main foe
Was Professor Friemann Fltye, and so they said he had to go.
First Deevawsidadde acquired a poison serum from a sapling,
And asked Alban their Barbarian to get the next stage happening.

Tennyce still remained in love with Kayte, who’d kept her deep and lasting pact,
That she’d never more consider eating Tennyce, who could so attract
Such a giant girl to love him. Now the girl was struggling. There were tensions,
As her mother faced advances from the beings born of both dimensions.

Stawmi worried all the time that she could leave him for a giant man,
Or a settler in the colonies, as each was Alicindra’s fan.
She’d initiated LATERALDATE, and strived to keep the project going
In the colonies; and elegant at fifty, she was always glowing.

Deeply nervous, only twenty, still quite shy, the Viking lad proposed.
She accepted. Stawmi married her, and thought that all the doors were closed
To the other men who’d wanted Alicindra, but without successes.
He had never known for sure if she’d commit to him, and lived for guesses.

Then she told him she was going on sabbatical, but all alone,
Leaving Kayte in charge of LATERALDATE, whose membership had really grown.
She’d be gone for several weeks. Then to his heartbreak, he, while undetected,
Overheard her tell an earth man her own age that he would be collected.

So he spied on her some more, and saw her hide the man amongst her gear.
Then she sought him out and said goodbye; and Stawmi held back every tear.
Once she’d gone, he cried and then told Tennyce he would now be redirecting
His attention to a life on earth in Norway. Kayte was unsuspecting.

Tennyce kept this to himself for days, but Kayte was very keen to probe
For the reasons Stawmi left the giant world, returning to his globe,
In abandonment of her nice mother. Tennyce told what was confided.
“Are you saying Mom would cheat on Stawmi? Don’t you think that’s just one-sided?”

Kayte was hurt, but they resolved their heated words and said they’d have to see
What would happen when her Mom returned. In Norway Stawmi, devotee
Of a love (he felt he’d lost) shut down and found his nightly sleeps extended,
Since he dreaded getting up, convinced his broken heart could not be mended.

Then one day some other Vikings told him he was needed on the shore,
Since a giant woman in her twenties sent for him, with nothing more
Than a promise that he’d find contentment if he just communicated
With the giantess. He forced himself to go to where the woman waited.

She was beautiful and said, “I’m Alicindra. When I went away,
I went calling on an old school friend, a scientist, who wrote to say
She’d heard rumours that I ran a dating service, which was specializing
In relationships with earth men, using functions I was organizing…

… She was busy with experiments, a scientist who seldom came
To the populated areas of my world. So the dating game
Was by correspondence. I would write for earth men in a tiny city,
Sending photographs, enlarged for her, and processed by my group’s committee…”

There’d been several disappearances of boys from Shangri-Large
And Newtopia. She’d placed the Viking operative in charge
Of uncovering the truth; and now it seemed they’d faced seduction,
Then been lured and eaten, somehow getting past Kayte’s Mom’s instruction.

Kayte broke down and said, “I give my oath. I only gobbled Glin;
And there wouldn’t be another, once I’d swallowed him within.
I could always eat my boyfriend, though effects would not be lasting.
Once his amulet removed him, it was if I had been fasting.”

Judge Admyra said, “I found no proof that Katye performed wholesale
Forced consumption of the other missing orphans. But I fail
To condone her proven actions, just because the boy was garnished
From her stomach. I still find this woman’s innocence is tarnished …

… Kayte I sentence you to one year’s penal labour for the town
That you lured your victim out of, and by order of the crown,
You will spend the corresponding nights in dungeon cell, residing.
I had better not learn more of other victims you’ve been hiding.”

Tennyce had the chance to visit Kayte each month inside her cell;
And he promised he would wait for her; although he couldn’t tell
Why she’d bottled up her old desires and sought new victim elsewhere,
Once they’d moved from earth, replacing earthly perks like public healthcare.

Meanwhile Ambloome ordered Verno to continue with his role
As a lad with hidden amulet, to help achieve the goal
Of discovering the whereabouts of boys yet unaccounted.
It continued, even without Kayte; and more suspicions mounted.

Then eventually a giantess (from Ambloome’s guard, assigned
To protect those earthling colonies from anyone unkind;
As with others from the palace guard, who’d taken on that posting)
Interacted with young Verno, far outside Kayte’s mother’s hosting:

Soldier Evonlaral kidnapped Verno, sincer her guarding troop
Had been asked to watch for trouble, but were not put in the loop
Of elites, who Ambloome trusted with young Verno’s new assignment.
With his amulet concealed, he found himself in small confinement.

He was caged and taken off to where a secret market sale
Offered giant married woman, who were wealthy on the scale,
Every chance to buy the boys as pets and cage them in seclusion.
They’d corrupted certain guards with bribes, to gain the right collusion.

He had not seen where they took him, since the cover on his cage
Had prevented him from looking out, to see at any stage
Where they went. At last they took it off, and then a woman buyer
Paid a fortune, which would motivate the criminal supplier.

Once in her place, he learned all he could, and then made his escape
To the Queen alone, and told her. Ambloome said, “It’s worse than rape,
To exhibit kidnapped earthling boys alone, for private staring.
We will have to break this racket slowly, let them be more daring…

… I’ll arrest the guard who took you (Evonlaral) and the dame
Who had bought you. Then we’ll have to do our best to learn the name
Of each criminal within my palace guard; and make them offer
Every woman’s name and address, who’s already lined their coffer.”

Alicindra and Admyra had become the best of chums,

Since Admyra had responded to the beat of legal drums

By dismissing prosecutions by the lawyer named Duguda,

Who’d attacked Kayte’s Mom’s relations with a welcome small intruder.

Alicindra had assisted Judge Admyra’s meeting Bryce,

Paralegal boy from Sydney; and the couples found it nice

To be double-dating frequently, but all of them were feeling

That the shrinking power of Ambloome was the means for some concealing.

So the four consulted Ambloome in their search for good advice.

She informed them of the chance to make the women small as Bryce,

Just as Jenyfer and she had done. Four couples went off touring

To the future, where the radiation baths were most alluring.

Ambloome introduced the other women to the scientists,

Who repeated what they’d done before. When radiation’s mists

Cleared away, the Judge and Kayte’s Mom waited for the special treatment

To enable them to walk the places where the shrunken feet went.

Soon it happened. Now four giant women all could infiltrate

Earth society at earthling size on one quadruple date.

But at first, they just went separately, with Ambloome gladly waiving

Her new rules against those amulets which Stawmi was engraving.

Now that Friemann stayed in future times, the Viking he had trained

As a maker of new amulets (the expert who remained)

Had permission from the queen to make two more to aid the linking

Of their worlds for two more giants who enjoyed the power of shrinking.

Alicindra shrank to earthling size, and Stawmi gladly showed

Her his Viking village haunts, while on an inner Sydney road,

Bryce was pleased to hold Admyra’s hand, and take her to his mansion,

Plan a midnight party for the girls whose size concealed expansion.

That would happen later. Meanwhile, old Duguda, feeling blunt

At the failure of his prosecution, saw a new affront

In construction of the colonies, though little was exerted.

He considered that the Queen’s attention had been too diverted.

So he struck at night and kidnapped several folks from Shangri-Large,

And approached Newtopia as well, where he would quickly barge

Past the giantess who guarded it, and snatched some more insurance:

Representatives of cities. Then he gave a new assurance:

Once he’d fled to his large castle, he made sure they’d not escape,

When he stuck them to the table top, with red adhesive tape.

With the red tape holding them at bay, he told the reigning monarch,

Who approached, “I’ll kill them all before the sky has even gone dark.

If you don’t agree to send the earthlings back to earth, and stick

To our people, I will do these tiny hostages in quick.

If you even try to break in here, I’ll take them all out early.”

They believed his shouted threat and found his disposition surly.

“I’m afraid we’d never get to him in time to help, my liege,”

Said a guard to Ambloome, “He can hold off any feeble siege,

With his guns and all those tiny victims trapped. He’d see us coming.

But perhaps an earthling could sneak in, if we locate the plumbing.”

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 “No. He’d be too small to help,” said Ambloome, “Think of that man’s grudge.”

Alicindra talked the matter over with her friend the judge.

Then Admyra (with Kayte’s Mom) both shrank, while Queen and crooked lawyer

Didn’t notice that the castle now had new guests in its foyer.

While the Queen was outside, shouting to Duguda, both would run.

Alicindra grew to giant size, and used Duguda’s gun

To surprise him, while Admyra pulled the red tape off the raiment

Of each hostage. He would never represent another claimant.

Ambloome had the man disbarred and charged with treason, as she said,

“I expected that you would have learned from precedents (instead

Of this madness), like Deevawsidadde and Alban going crazy.

That you’ve thrown your whole career away is something to amaze me.”

It was not yet time for Bryce’s party. Now the man heard, “Hark!

Christmas time is here. He took Admyra walking in Hyde Park

(As in Sydney’s Hyde Park, in Australia). Then the decorations

Of the city’s fine department stores were glowing invitations.

They went walking hand in hand throughout the city, where he bought

Her some jewelry and a dress. He even showed her Sydney court,

Where she watched a minor earth case, as its judge convened the hearing.

Then they toured the town some more with Christmas time forever nearing.

They had lunch, with window views. The restaurant linked two second floors

Of adjacent buildings, like a walkway. Then came Santa Claus,

Whom Admyra hadn’t heard of. She saw children, sitting posing

For their photographs with him. Then came the time for most stores closing.

So they walked up near the gallery, and had a look at art.

Bryce was feeling such exhilaration in his happy heart,

As they walked across the freeway overpass, and through the setting

Of the sun in scenic gardens: moments they’d not be forgetting.

They enjoyed a gardens café, with some juice and apple pie.

When they reached the opera house, the moon was rising in the sky.

Then they caught the harbour ferry to a place they could have gone to

By the train. The wharf looked even better, which they both stepped onto.

As they walked up to the station (Milson’s Point), and caught the train,

Bryce was dying to express to her how much he’d come to gain.

Once they’d crossed the Harbour Bridge, he took her through The Rocks. While walking

In the oldest streets of Sydney, he was still just idly talking.

Then he stopped at the Observatory, when they had climbed the stairs,

And he said, “You’ve been the answer to my worries and my cares,

That I might have gone on lonely. On my last walk here at Christmas,

I could not have had the loveliness of joy for two that this has.

When I walked these places all alone, I struggled with defeat,

Thinking only someone lovely could make all of it complete.

Christmas always left me lonelier, when all my friends went missing

On their holidays, and I was not with someone here for kissing.

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“It would not have been enough to just bring any girl along.

We are more than legal servants, who decide the right and wrong.

You’re the special one I’ve waited for, and all that we’ve been doing

Reinvigorates the happiness, that I’ve spent years pursuing.

I’m so happy I could bring you here and show you my town too.

I’m so totally completely in the deepest love with you.”

Then they kissed amidst the city lights, away from giant castles.

She was at his house on Christmas day to open gift wrapped parcels.

In the latter part of January, four giants did reduce,

Came to Bryce’s house at midnight, for a feast, and orange juice.

In the gardens of his mansion, with no music to awaken

Any neighbours, lots of kissing scenes were slowly undertaken:

Alicindra with her husband Stawmi, Judge and husband Bryce,

Ambloome with her husband Lee-John, and the two who’d not seen rice

Thrown yet (Jenyfer and Krees) enjoyed the night, while folks were sleeping.

They were not aware a 13 year old boy had started peeping.

Scout was next door, living with grandparents, and snuck out at night,

In the holidays this once, because the moon was extra bright.

He made use of bushes bordering, where there were still no fences

From his property to Bryce’s, and could not believe his senses.

When a garden light globe broke, and Bryce came back with one so new,

To prevent the need for ladders, Ambloome took a chance and grew

Just enough to reach the second story outside wall’s lamp socket,

Holding Bryce, who changed the globes and put the old one in his pocket.

As he saw her shrinking back to earthling size, the boy was shocked.

Then he bumped a garden ornament, and once it had been knocked,

It fell over with a crash, and all eight adults were alerted

To his presence, and the implications couldn’t just be skirted.

He had seen their secret power. Ambloome filled the youngster in

On the fact that they were giants, who in time could all begin

To reduce themselves and visit earth. Scout wasn’t educated

Of the days of many amulets, when giants came and dated.

She decided he could have one, and a place in Lily-foot

As his second home. He promised they had not unwisely put

Any trust in him. They even let him use the early morning

That remained to party with them, just before the next day dawning.

He’d been orphaned far too late to be among the first main wave

Of the orphans who would take the chance to move that Ambloome gave,

When the colonies were built for Shangri-Large and other cities,

Like Newtopia and Lily-foot by both worlds’ old committees.

He snuck back inside, so glad that he had found a secret group,

Who’d accepted him and shared their secrets and their chicken soup.

He could go to their world any time, which would be so exciting.

Ambloome trusted him to tell no one, and he would do the right thing.

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There was something quite upsetting, which a woman quickly sees

In her heart; as Jenyfer could sense a hesitance in Krees.

He was acting like her boyfriend, clearly going through the motion,

But she didn’t really feel that he was there with true devotion.

As she worried more, she took the chance to finally come clean

Of her worries. Then she asked him, “Why the distancing I’ve seen?

Though you hide it well, I feel that you are thinking somewhat coldly,

Every time I put my arms around, and try to make you hold me.

Why can’t we become more physical? I need to feel you here.

Is there someone else for whom you have more yearning to hold dear?”

“It’s not that,” he said, “I’ve been with someone else and vainly carried

Such a torch for my last girlfriend, who had once been gladly married.

Then divorced, she loved her children so much more than me. It hurt

More than anything I’d ever faced, and then she would dessert

Me, whenever I would try to tell her how much I was needing

Her whole heart. She never softened, even though I took to pleading.

I was not just second place to children. All she really sought

Was a weekly date with me, which left me feeling so distraught,

When she went back to her life, which had no room for integrating

Me as part of one real family, and her children kept on hating.

While I’d been alone, she’d had her marriage. This time she held back,

And I’m scared to get too close to you. I haven’t got the knack

For amusing you a while, and then you’ll mainly think of Maura.

She’s a lovely child, but I’d be in the cold, my heart the poorer.”

“So is that what this is all about?” said Jenyfer, “I won’t

Say that all divorcees make mistakes like that, but Krees, I don’t.

I’m a widow. I’m in love with you. I want to go the distance.

I was never sure you wanted me, but still I tried persistence.

You already have my heart in full. I have a mother’s love

For my daughter, but you needn’t think that I place that above

What I feel for you romantically. There’s nothing ever greater,

Than my heart’s desire to be your wife, though that be soon or later.

I don’t even love you less than Braisyde, maybe even more.

I’m sorry if I didn’t show that, when my grief was raw.

He’s my past. I won’t forget it, but my future’s in our making.

We can have our cake and eat its joy, so long as we’re both baking.”

“Oh I want that too,” he said, “I’m sorry I’ve so long withheld

All my trust. From now on, we can touch each other’s hearts and meld

All the aspects of our lives. There’s not a thing that I find ugly.”

“Come here, darling,” she said, putting out her arms, “Don’t talk. Just hug me.”

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Since their courtship born in clover leaves, young Bernard really fell
For Elizner, and assumed she felt the same for him as well.
When they’d been together two months, he soon found Elizner crying:
“Some boy my size says you’re far too small for me to be relying.

He believes he’s in the better of positions to provide
For my future. So I think I need a break ‘til I decide
Whether I should be with him or you. I’m sorry for this nightmare.
If you don’t move out of Shangri-Large, I might still find you right there.”

He was devastated by this news, but didn’t want to press
For commitment or a clean break, lest he cause a greater mess.
So he said, “I’ll hope and wait for you,” so matters wouldn’t worsen.
Then Elizner said, “Whatever happens, you’re a real sweet person!”

To distract himself from anxious waiting (he had no idea
Of duration), he decided to attend a function near
His own home, that Alicindra ran for LATERALDATE soon after.
They had used her giant house, and hung small platforms from the rafter.

So the giantesses walked the room and passed a frequent bite
Of their food to al the platform-boys, who stood at their head height.
There were couples (married through their meetings in the group) attending.
Bernard saw the girl who’d used him for a purpose he’d been lending:

Kayte was in attendance with her boyfriend Tennyce. He and Kayte
Went to different places in the room, so they could circulate,
And have opportunities to talk to other people, sharing
Their own testimonies, telling new folks how they had been faring.

To his great surprise, he found that Kayte moved over to him, quick.
Had she recognized him (as the one she’d eaten, so that Nick
Had then teleported to her stomache, freeing him, misleading
Kayte, who still believed this day that he had satisfied her feeding)?

Would she know that he had been the one, and then feel quite deprived
Of the knowledge that she’d eaten someone, learning he’d survived?
Would she try to get away with it again, or go off, shunting
Bernard’s fate on some new boy, whom she would slyly mark for hunting?

“You’re quite young,” she said, “I hope you meet someone you like, who suits
Your intentions. Would you like to try a chip or smaller fruits?
I’m called Kayte. My mother started LATERALDATE. I chose to marry
Someone your size when, despite his close escape, he chose to tarry.

That’s a story I had best not share in detail; but it’s true.
If I’d give my heart to him, I’m sure there’ll be a girl for you.”
Since he’d never told his name, he introduced himself as Bernard.
He was far too small to recognize, and glad she wasn’t learned.

Only Bernard knew the irony that, here she was polite,
Unaware that she’d once eaten him, and offering a bite,
Still enjoying happy dating and the joys of life which followed
What she thought had been consumption of the boy whom she had swallowed.

She would never volunteer the facts nor feel some small regret;
And he wouldn’t let her know that Nick had used an amulet
To release him then. So here he stood and feigned the role of stranger,
With his mind not on Elizner, now excited by the danger.

Bernard quite enjoyed her company and quickly gained her trust.
So she shared the story of the day her Mom had come, to bust
In on Kayte’s attempt at eating Tennyce. She was effervescent,
As she told how they had courted. Bernard found the whole night pleasant.

In a way he envied Tennyce. Though they both had been a lump
Of potential food, at least Kayte never even thought to dump
Him as callously as Bernard’s former girlfriend had enacted
Separation. Bernard understood why Tennyce was attracted.

While these matters were developing on earth, Elizner chose
To return to seeing Bernard. When she told him so, he froze.
“Well I’m back,” she said, “I’ve made my choice. You’re one I can’t be leaving.”
“But for weeks you let me think you could, and left me hurt and grieving.

You have broken all my trust. You should have been completely sure
That you only wanted me, not giant boys, way back before
You were poisoned by suggestions that a giant boy was better.
Someone almost ate her husband once, and I’m so glad I met her.

That was just before they started dating. He still asked her out.
Though her Mom had stopped her dining plans, that girl was still devout
In her love for him. She married him, which gives me new perspective
On a girl who cuts and runs for weeks, and tries to be selective.”

It was over for Elizner, though she hadn’t told the boy
(Her own size) of her decision. So she played a desperate ploy,
Telling him that he was her first choice. So neither boy suspected
That she settled for the giant boy, once she had been rejected.

One day Kayte and Tennyce found themselves in their first argument.
Lots of heated words were said and loads of energy was spent.
“If you feel that way,” said Tennyce, “Why not run back to your Mummy?”
“If she hadn’t saved you,” Kayte replied, “You’d now be in my tummy!”

With euphoria replaced by such a strong intensive fight,
Tennyce looked on their first meeting with a burst of second sight;
That she would have gone ahead with it. By now they’d come to bicker.
If he left her, she might do it yet. So he would have to trick her.

So he met with Stawmi, next time Kayte was with her Mom, to chat.
Tennyce said, “I never realized she was such a selfish brat.
I was so in love, I overlooked the fact that any gumption
For romance was just her substitute for culinary consumption.

Could you take me back to earth, where I can get my feelings fixed,
And inform Kayte’s Mom and Kayte I’m going to see this eighty-sixed.
Since her giant size made sure our dating wasn’t really fated,
It will be as though we broke up when we’d really only dated.”

In the meantime, Bryce’s neighbor Scout made use of his new gift
(His own amulet) while up in a balloon, which went adrift.
He’d been taken up with Bryce’s friend named Rover, and Alexis,
Who had hired it. With his amulet, he took them through the nexus.

They arrived above the colonies, and gladly chose to float.
It was just as nice an outing as their outing on the boat.
Only this time Scout was there as well. They flew it out still farther.
Scout was keen to walk on land, but staying up was what they’d rather.

So they dropped him off beside a giant cave, and floated high.
Rover kissed Alexis Merrilong, just under giant sky.
She was finally in love with him, and Rover was delighted,
As the giant landscape down below was clear for nearer sighted.

Scout explored the cave, and saw a sleeping giant girl in ice,
In a chamber, with atomic power. He rolled a dozen dice,
Metaphorically, by pushing all the buttons on the panel.
It was like the plots of movies on a science fiction channel.

Then the ice began to melt and seep through cracks, until she thawed,
And explained to him the reason she had had herself so stored:
“I was born some decades past, and my friend Aradee was seeing
One boy your size. Once I asked him how to find a tiny being.

He entrusted to me secrets he had not told Aradee.
He had come from future colonies, which I might live to see.
But I knew that if I waited, I would end up more than fifty.
This was one sure way to save my years, if I was ever thrifty.

So I asked a science expert friend of mine to house and freeze
Me in this suspended animation. Could you tell me, please,
Why he didn’t come to wake me as he promised, since you settle
On our planet now, no larger than a pretty flower petal.”

“You’re so small. You couldn’t take me out. I’d have to carry you,”
Commencroft continued, “What if you fell into my next stew?
And I’m older than you too.” He said, I’d hoped for someone 40.”
“I’m now 52,” she said, and then became a trifle haughty.”

“You’re so beautiful,” said Eustace, “You’re my only heart’s desire.”
“But you’ll have to work for decades, while I’m ready to retire,”
Commencroft replied, “My daughter’s 22. How would she handle
Me involved with someone your age, who’s no taller than my sandal?”

“Won’t you give me just a chance?” he called, as Commencroft just frowned.
Bending down, she placed her new admirer gently on the ground.
“I’ve been married once before,” she said, “We come from different places.”
He watched her walk away, convinced he’d used up all his aces.

Every now and then that happened. There were some who didn’t lean
To relationships with tiny men, but happened on the scene
To indulge their curiosity. They’d still retain the tickets
On themselves, but only Merrilong liked someone small as crickets.

Not to mention that Alexis knew that Rover could still grow
To a normal size or shrink down, ever changing to and fro.
On the other hand the men who fell for giants were restricted
To comparative minuteness which was often self-inflicted.

Scout and Alysonne went calling on aged Aradee and Ken,
And confessed at last, that Alysonne had satisfied a yen
To survive in youth to present day; where she had been assisted
By the very type of boy she sought, when freezing was enlisted.

LATERALDATE’s next evening function then saw newly single Kayte
In her finest dress. She moved around, while hoping to locate
Bernard, whom she quickly found. She said, “I hoped you’d be renewing
Your attendance.” Then she told him what she’d recently been doing.

She explained the fight she’d had with Tennyce leading to demise
Of her love life. Bernard stared into her giant glowing eyes.
He had somehow envied Tennyce. Now the reasons had concluded.
Would she ever come to know how Bernard’s fate had been eluded?

“Have you ever eaten someone?” Bernard asked, although he knew.
Kayte replied, “Well, in a sense I might have eaten quite a few,
Though my former husband wasn’t gone for good, nor Glin digested.
Ambloome’s agent Verno rescued him, when I was watched and tested.

I was sentenced to the dungeon for a year, but can you keep
Quite a secret of the one I swallowed all the way down deep?
After getting out, I took a boy away in isolation.
No-one rescued him, and eating him has cured my deprivation.”

“Do you have regrets about his fate?” Bernard was quick to ask,
As referring to himself as someone else retained the mask
Of his being whom she spoke about. She answered, “No. Why should I?
He was tasty, and he’s gone for good, and I still look the good guy.”

Bernard wasn’t turned away by this. He had to supersede
How her boyfriend had reacted, since he felt a yearning need
To be with her for the future. Yet one question still persisted
In the mind of whom she’d eaten, yet who still this day existed.

“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.

“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.”

“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.

It so happened that a group of giantesses known as the Feminist Five had no appreciation of poetry at all. One day, not long before the events depicted in the three preceding chapters which covered the interaction with the characters from “Alice in Giantland,” they all met together to discuss finding a way to prevent the official chronicler of Ambloome’s kingdom from recording any more of their world’s events in rhyming verse.

One of the Feminist Five named Footborlphanatick invented a drug, which would suppress and totally inhibit a person’s ability to think up rhymes. She named the secret drug Prose-Hack, and arranged for the other four members to sneak into the chronicler’s home and administer the drug without his being aware of it.

From then on, the chronicler could only write in the prose, which is reproduced here.

Three young men, all citizens of the earthling colony of Newtopia, decided that it was time to explore the planet of the legendary Queen Ambloome, which had become their new home since the Alcoholocaust of Earth had made breathing on their home planet an impossible feat. Together, they built three airships, and embarked on a journey that would see them fly out of Ambloome’s home kingdom and off into the farthest reaches of the planet. There they would expect to meet new giants, and see new lands. It was all very well to live in a colony in a giant field, and have your entire city’s needs catered for by giantesses, but these three particular young men wanted to go out and find adventures. They wanted to find their own food from the bountiful resources of the as yet untraveled regions of the giants’ world, and to feast on them abundantly in their own time, without having to wait for the call of society to accommodate them on a daily basis.

So it was that Tommy Hack, Ripe Gunter and Todd Mason chose to call themselves the Scavengers of the New Zones. Together, in a grand ceremony, all three of them launched their airships and flew out of the kingdom in parallel formation, until the three of them went ahead with their pre-arranged plans to head in different directions.

Tommy Hack’s airship took him over a series of high peaks and grassy valleys and fields, thick with green growth. On some of the peaks, he saw large castles with grand gardens. One castle in particular had such an impressive style of architecture, that he decided it would be well worth stopping for a closer look, particularly as there was a beautiful giant woman lying on an outdoor waterproof mattress on the castle roof. He brought the airship down slowly and landed it on the castle roof itself, just beside the sleeping giantess. The woman wore only a G-string and a bikini, because the weather, although very cloudy, was also extremely warm. This was a combination more natural on the giant world than on earth.

He had always been shy of approaching the giantesses back in the fields surrounding Newtopia. This woman was clearly older than him, by more than a decade. He was still admiring her giant lips, and wondering what to do about it, when the already overcast sky turned into a storm of rainfall. The giantess awoke and saw him.

“Hello there,” she said, briefly turning her head to take note of his airship, “Were you forced down out of the rain?”

“I managed to land before the storm started,” he said.

“Well you wouldn’t want to take off in it now,” said the giantess, “I’m Aymeetungworta. I’ll take you inside.”

She picked him up and then tried to lift his airship with one hand. Unable to grip it, she gently slipped him into the top of her bikini and then picked up the airship in both hands. He looked up and around at her huge body, as she carried his transport into the house and put it gently down on a table. She then walked into a beautifully decorated room, took a towel and began drying the raindrops from her magnificent body.

“I’d better do you too,” she said at last, and gently rubbed him down with a corner of the towel that had been held in her hand while she had been drying herself and had hence not picked up any water from her body.

“Manthy! Issa! Don’t go outside now that the rain’s started!” she called in the direction of a huge set of stones steps that they had passed on the way through the castle, “My daughters. I won’t mind them playing in the rain when they’re a little older, especially Issy. She’s the youngest. It’s been a rewarding challenge raising them on my own.”

So she was a mother too, and obviously a very capable and wealthy one. He wondered what he could possibly say to win her affection.

“I’m sure they’ll turn out well, with you looking after them,” he said.

“Why thank you,” said the woman, “And I’m sure you’ll make a lovely supper for me, once they’ve gone to bed later.”

Since the days of Kayte’s infamous attempts to eat little boys and young men, there were few members of the colonies of Newtopia and Shangri-Large, who ever expressed the rare fascination with being eaten by giant girls, which seemed to occupy the minds of only a few earthling males over the years. However, Tommy Hack was one such man, and had never dared to mention his exciting mixture of emotions on the subject to any of the giantesses back in the fields near Newtopia.

“I guess I would,” he said shyly, “I’ve never been inside a lady’s mouth before. In the kingdom, from whence I came, the previous queen forbade the giantesses from eating us.”

“Then you won’t have been in a lady’s tummy either,” said Aymeetungworta, “I don’t know of any prohibitions here. So I should be free to eat you up this evening. Would you like to look into my mouth, so you’ll have a better idea what to expect?”

“Yes, thank you,” said Tommy.

The beautiful giantess opened her mouth in front of him, and let him gaze in at her long wide pink tongue. He saw the slight curvature with which both the left and right hand sides seemed to rise a little in perfect symmetry. He knew that the fate she had in store for him was the most beautiful destiny that could await any young man. He thought briefly of his two friends. It had been rewarding to plan their departure together, and to take off with them. Yet now he was glad that they were no longer around. What would come next would be his own private pleasure, and hers too. She would have more say in the matter than him, and this didn’t worry him in the least. 

He had spent some time staring at her lips before the rain started, and he realized that he had been wishing that she would yawn or do something else to give him a clear look at whatever tongue accompanied those lovely lips. Now he had seen it in front of him, almost as close as the door of his Newtopian next door neighbour’s house, when he had knocked on it to borrow something.

Aymeetungworta closed her mouth and smiled at him.

“Would you like to see it again?” she asked, taunting him a little.

Without waiting for his answer, she opened wide again, and let her tongue slide out of her mouth and downwards a little, so that the underside of it licked her chin. This gave him a nice look at the top of her tongue, as it extended in front of his eyes. She waited a few seconds, and then drew it back into her mouth.

“How does it look?” she asked.

“I’d have to say that it’s awe inspiring,” he said.

“I’ll give you a much closer look later,” she said, smiling with satisfaction, as she put on a dress, carried him down the steps and went into the kitchen. She put him on a table.

“I’ll get the girls’ dinners ready first,” she said, “I think they’d like to meet you before I gobble you down. Would you like that?”

“Yes please,” he said, knowing that it was important to show an interest in the woman’s children too.

They would remain a priority, long after she’d gulped him down.

*          *          *          *

Ripe Gunter slowed down when he saw a nice giant house that caught his eye, and sank the ship a little lower, until he was able to pass by the windows. When he drew near to one window, he saw a beautiful giantess within the house, apparently working with some sort of machine. He didn’t want the noise of the airship to give his presence away, so he moved a little further away from the window, hovered and used his telescope to look into the room.

The woman placed a small frog into a device with two chambers. As he watched, the device created a clone of the frog, which formed in the other chamber. He watched as the woman took the clone frog out and then lifted the creature into the air, and lowered it into her mouth. He watched her neck in fascination as she gulped it down, and then decided that he wanted to meet this lady. He had an idea, which would hopefully impress her to no end.

Ripe Gunter flew right up to the window and allowed the airship to bump against it a little. The woman turned around, came over and opened the window. He called out to her.

“I’m a pilot,” he said, making himself visible on the outer deck, “Could I come in? I might be able to help you.”

“Alright,” she said, and opened the window wider, so that he could fly in and land, “Now how would someone of your unique dimensions be of assistance to me? I’m Imogenny.”

“I saw your cloning process, and I’m Ripe Gunter.”

“I had to come up with that,” she said, “I could never catch enough original frogs to sate my appetite. Meat’s scarce and costly in our land, and I like to have some for each meal if possible.”

“Would that cloning device work on me?” he asked.

“Of course it would, but I can’t afford to feed any more little mouths,” she said.

“You wouldn’t need to, if my idea works. Could you taste me and tell me if I’m as nice as the frog.”

The lady picked him up and put out her tongue and touched him against it. She did this a few times.

“I like your taste much more than the frog,” she said.

“Would it help you if I stayed here with you and let you clone me and eat the clones as many times as you liked?”

“Would it? That’s the kindest offer I’ve ever had.”

It was hauntingly pleasant watching her eating his double whole the first time she replicated him, and the novelty would never wear off, he was sure. Once the clone had made its way down into her stomach, she asked if she could do anything for him.

“Could you … still taste the real me sometimes, so I can feel your tongue?” he asked.

“I’d love to. You’re so adorable and handsome and tiny, and …”

With that she broke off and gave him a huge kiss.

*          *          *          *

Tommy Hack watched in admiration as Aymeetungworta’s enormous hands and arms prepared a nice meal for the two young girls. Then she put a bowl on the table beside him, and began breaking up pieces of onion with her bare hands, adding capsicum and various seasonings which she sprinkled with carefree abandon before his admiring eyes.

“This is to go with you,” she said, using a spoon to push the pieces of seasoned onion and capsicum into the bowl, “Don’t worry if you get a little messy though. I’m going to lick you clean before I swallow you.”

Those words sounded wonderfully thrilling. He could hardly decide whether he was keener on being licked by her giant tongue, or keener on being swallowed by her giant throat. In any event, he had come to her country for adventure, and this promised to be the greatest adventure he’d ever had. He paused in his thoughts to consider that it would also be the final one, as he saw her huge hand closing around him and lifting him up, and then lowering him gently into the bowl. She had positioned him on the top of the vegetables, so that he could look out over the top of the bowl and see what went on in the meantime.

“Manthy! Issa! It’s dinner time!” she called, and Tommy watched as the two girls came in.

They looked polite and friendly and very respectful of their mother. He had certainly found a nice instant family in which to be eaten.

The girls sat at the table in their places, of which Issa’s was a high chair, and noticed Tommy.

“Mother, there’s a little man in your dinner,” said Issa.

“I know,” laughed her mother, “Don’t worry about him. Just eat your dinner.”

“Can I play with him, before I go to bed?” asked Manthy.

“No, he’s not a toy. Now tell me what you two have been doing this afternoon.”

“We made paper hats,” said Manthy.

“I’d like to see them,” said her mother.

“Can we put them on then?” asked Manthy.

“Alright, but just you go and get them both quickly, and put Issy’s on while she stays in her high chair,” said her mother.

Manthy got up and ran out of the room excitedly. Tommy marveled at the way she behaved like any other mother towards her daughters, while having an entirely different outlook on Tommy himself. 

Tommy was waiting to be eaten by a beautiful giant woman who was partially lost in the joys of parenting. She had no idea of his enthusiasm for what she would do to him, and nor would she have been in the least concerned, it seemed. When the children had been fed and put to bed, she would turn her attentions towards making a satisfying meal out of him.

Manthy soon returned to the room, already wearing her hat. She put Issa’s on, and waited for a reaction from her mother.

On Issa’s hat were written the words: I luv yu muther.

Manthy’s had had a drawing of a flower.

“They’re both lovely,” said their mother, getting up from the table.

Tommy watched as she walked over and kissed Issa on the cheek, using the very lips he had admired on the castle rooftop. That mouth would have its time with him riding his way into it soon enough. For now it was being used to participate in a special moment in a blossoming mother/daughter relationship. He watched her hand stroke Manthy’s hair affectionately, recalling how he had been held in that hand and lowered into the bowl not long ago.

“She’s going to eat me!” he thought, “It’s incredible. Nobody else on the planet knows that. She’s not even telling these girls. I’ll have a private ride through her mouth and then she’ll swallow me whole.”

“I think you’re both ready for bed now,” she said at last, “Off you go, and I’ll tuck you in soon.”

The girls ran off, and she looked in at the bowl. It was the first time she’d paid him any direct eye contact since the girls had walked in.

“I won’t be long,” she said, and left the room with all the ramifications of that simple statement now dancing around in his mind.

She would make sure that her daughters were gently tucked into bed, and then walk back into that room and make sure that Tommy made his way gently down to her tummy.

Soon she came back into the room, sat down, and began spooning the mixture of onion, capsicum and seasoning into her mouth. Eventually there were only thin scatterings of vegetable and seasoning remaining at the bottom of the bowl, which the spoon would not be able to scoop up. He watched in exhilaration as she ran two fingers over a portion of the remains, and then raised them to her mouth. She stretched her tongue out and licked the fingers clean. The sight of this was a most engaging preview of her aforementioned promise to lick him clean.

When she was finished with the bowl’s contents around him, she gently picked him up between finger and thumb, and ran her tongue over his legs, drew it back into her mouth, took another gulp of water, and then ran her clean tongue over his chest and arms. Briefly turning him around, she cleaned his back, and then used the side of her tongue to brush the remaining seasoning from his cheeks and neck, so that his head was entirely clean. The feel of her giant tongue pressing and sliding against his face and neck and shoulders was the pinnacle of ecstasy for the relatively tiny young man.

“I think I’ll give the girls your airship to play with,” she said, cleaning her mouth with more water, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I guess I won’t be needing it from now on,” he said, and found her smile of response to be most rewarding.

“Well if you’ll just make yourself at home on my tongue, I’ll be ready to swallow you in a few minutes.”

“Do you want me to slide over your lip?” he asked.

“Yes, that’ll be fine, and thank you for all the courtesy you’ve shown in the face of the inevitable. I appreciate you being polite in front of the children too.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, “I wouldn’t have done anything else.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” she said, “And that just makes you even more … MOUTH WATERING!”

She positioned him on her open palm in front of her lips and opened her mouth. He slid over her lower lip, pressing his body against it as much as he could, moving as slowly as he could, to enjoy the feeling of that lip pressed against his face, his neck and his chest. He hoped that the delay he was causing would not annoy her or cause her to think that he was stalling.

Once he was fully inside her mouth, he lay comfortably on her tongue, and realized how difficult it was to lie still in one spot on such a slippery surface, which would change its shape a little with the slightest movement she made with her tongue. Still, that would be nothing in comparison to the challenges he would face during his rapidly approaching vertical journey, he thought.

He could feel the slightly rising back of her tongue against his cheek like a pillow, as he laid his head on its side. For a second, he almost reached out with both arms and pulled himself into her throat ahead of schedule, and then he didn’t need to. For a man that size, there was nothing one could do to prepare for the unbalancing and forceful effect of the sudden gulping movement that the giantess made. It drew him from the top of her tongue into the top of her throat, and nothing anyone in that situation could have done would have prevented his sudden descent.

He stopped halfway down her throat, and suddenly found himself being heaved back up again. In no time at all, he was back in her mouth, and then sliding out on an outstretching tongue and onto her palm.

“You were expecting another gulp, weren’t you?” she laughed.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to come back from that position in any event,” he said.

“I know. I almost gulped you down too far. I wasn’t really going to gobble you all the way down. It’s been fun to give you such a convincing fright though.”

She went and fetched a large cage and filled it with whatever would amount to modern comforts for a lad his size.

“This will be your home from now on,” she said, “The girls and I will keep you as a pet. So you were still right about not needing your airship. Is there anything inside it that you want though?”

“I do have a bed and pillow that I’m used to,” he said, “And I brought along a number of books to read on my journey.”

“I’ll hold the ship with both hands while you get those things out then,” she said, “You won’t be able to fly off in it, if you had any ideas about doing that.”

“I won’t,” he said.

Once his things were placed in the cage, she took it to her bedroom and put it beside her bed on a table.

Todd Mason made his own way over a large lake, where he looked down and saw a giant woman fishing. She noticed him too, and suddenly swung the fishing line high in the air and snagged his airship. All of his strength did nothing to dislodge the hook, as she pulled with all of her giant strength and reeled the line in.

“You can forget about flying away, little man!” she called up, as he saw her huge form getting closer, “I’ll take you over a fish any day.”

The implications were as obvious as Aymeetungworta’s initial announcement to Tommy, and this woman seemed to be far more serious about going through with her plans to have Todd for her next meal. He watched helplessly as his airship was brought down by the unbreakable giant fishing line and the strength of the huge woman’s arms.

As the airship drew closer, he briefly thought of parachuting, but knew it would only take him into her hand sooner. Her tongue came into focus, as he saw her licking her lips over and over in anticipation. She was using him for sport and would soon use him for food.

He saw the twinkles in her gleaming eyes, as she dropped the rod and seized the airship. He backed into the enclosed area, but saw the whole compartment ripped off and flung aside. Then she seized him and dropped him into her picnic basket and gathered up the rod and walked over to a nice stretch of grass. He was glad that the folded rug had broken his fall. The woman sat down and took him out, sat him on her shoulder and unfolded the rug. Then she sat down and eyed her prize.

“You look a very tasty morsel,” she declared, showing her nice even teeth.

He certainly hoped he wasn’t going to have an encounter with those.

“Do you think it will hurt much in your tummy?” he asked.

“It won’t hurt at all, although you won’t be coming out any time soon,” she said, “Of course I’ll gulp you to the front section. There’ll be a large wall of flesh separating you from the other section where my digestive acids are. You’ll be spending many years down there, little man, so you’d better get used to the idea.”

“Does your tummy really have two parts?” he asked.

“Don’t all tummies?” asked the woman.

“Not where I come from,” he said.

“Well you’ll soon see for yourself, or feel at any rate, that I do. You won’t get hungry in there, just absorb energy from me, not that you’ll need much. I may cough you up in a decade or two, or I might just leave you there forever. You’ll meet my tummy soon enough, but you’d better meet me properly first. I’m Hyltene. Do you have a name?”

“Yes, I’m Todd Mason.”

“Well Todd Mason, you’re about to be eaten. Take a good look at my tummy. You’ll be there for a long time,” she said in a confident and satisfied voice.

She pulled up the bottom of her shirt and let him look at her tummy. It was almost as large as his airship, although the part that would accommodate him would be smaller. She held him against it and pressed his body to the flexible flesh of her stomach, literally rubbing his face in his destination, and then brought him back up to her mouth.

“As you can see, you haven’t a chance of getting out of there, and now it’s time for you to go in,” she said.

Leaving him no time to make any futile protestations, she showered him with her licking tongue and then forced him ruthlessly into her mouth. He felt himself being swished helplessly around on her tongue and then tipped into her throat, pulled down further and further with every gulp, and then reaching her stomach to have the fall cushioned by its own flesh as effectively as the fall into the picnic basket had been cushioned by the folded rug.

He was trapped for as long as it suited the giantess, and she was already back at the lake, fishing for something to occupy, at least temporarily, the other part of her stomach.

*          *          *          *

For months, Tommy Hack enjoyed Aymee Tungworta’s company when she was spending time with him, and passed the lonelier moments until he had read all of his books. At that time, he determined that he had to tell her something, or at least….

“Can I ask you something?” he said from the cage one night, while she was lying in her bed, with her head resting on two pillows and her bare arms stretched out for him to see.

She had removed her dress and gone to bed in a bikini and a G-string on most nights, reminding him of the first time he had seen her on the rooftop.

“By all means,” she said.

“Why didn’t you finish eating me?” he asked.

“Well you’re younger than me, and I have children I look after. I couldn’t actually leave you to face my tummy. I just wanted to enjoy that first night when you thought I would.”

“Do you remember when you said I was very polite about it?”

“Yes, and you certainly were.”

“That was partly because I was enjoying it too.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes, not just because your tongue looked thrilling. I was lying on a marvel of perfect sparkling symmetry, and I wish I was lying on it again now. Not just because your lips looked adorable, but also because the whole thing was so exciting. I would much rather be in your tummy than in this cage.”

“Well that’s very sweet and gentlemanly of you!” she said.

“I mean every word of it. I was able to touch your tongue, but now I can only look at you from here. I don’t want to escape the castle and your clutches at all. It’s just a shame we can’t do more of what we did that night.”

“Not necessarily,” she said, “I won’t let you get anywhere near your airship, although I think I’m convinced by your sincerity about not trying to leave. I can let you out of the cage as often as possible, and you can try something else.”

She took him from the cage and lay back with her head facing the roof as she put him onto her chin.

“You can rest on my lip if you like,” she said. He laid down and put his head on her lower lip.

This gave him the chance to enjoy it for much longer than the brief contact he’d had with her lip on his way into her mouth that night. He felt the lip moving against him each time she spoke.

“Would you like to slide around inside my mouth by yourself?” she asked.

“Very much so,” he said.

“Just lower yourself in gently then,” she said, “But remember that I could gulp you down with irresistible pressure if I wanted to, and I can just as easily cough you up with irresistible pressure if you tried to slip all the way down my throat uninvited. I want you around all the time.”

“I won’t try to trick you,” he said, “This is wonderful anyway. I love you, Aymeetungworta.”

He pressed his tiny mouth against her lip.

“You’re a nice young man,” she said, and pressed back in return with her lip.

Then she opened her mouth wide, and he slid a little further, so that his shoulders and neck were on her lip, while his head looked into her mouth at her yawning tongue. He eased himself around, sitting up on her lip, so that he could hold it with his hands, and then hold her lower teeth, while he let himself down gently against her tongue and slid into her throat. She kept her throat horizontal, by staying in the lying down position, while he slid along and struggled to turn around in the confined space, and prepared to slide back.

“Mother, the wind is scaring me!” he heard Issa call.

It was close enough that she was obviously in her mother’s room now.

He felt himself suddenly being coughed upwards, out onto her palm, which hid him from her daughter, and placed surreptitiously just under the sheet and blanket. Peeking out, he saw her cuddle her daughter.

“There’s nothing to be frightened of. The windows are closed tight, and the wind can’t blow in at all,” said her mother, “Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

“Yes,” said Issa.

“Alright. You go around the other side and get into bed then,” said her mother, and used the opportunity to slip him back into the cage while Issa’s back was turned.

She picked the cage up, took it out of the bedroom and set it up in another part of the castle.

“Sorry about this. We’ll have more time another night,” she said.

“I know…. It was wonderful!” said Tommy.

She gave him an affectionate smile and walked back to bed.

*          *          *          *

Tommy Hack was living as Aymeetungworta’s pet, where she pretended to eat him periodically, and enjoyed looking after her young daughters. Ripe Gunter was being repeatedly cloned and watching his clones eaten. Todd Mason was living out a great many years in the front section of the stomach of a woman from a country where giantesses had the most unique two-sectioned tummies. All three had found themselves in different situations with beautiful giant women far from the homeland that they had known for many years.