A young man fresh out of school named Mortimer found one of the portals which emerged in the Upsizing colony’s part of the giant land, and went exploring. He met one of the upsized women, who told him that she was not a native giantess. She went on to explain the program.

“I only found it through the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency as a university graduate,” said the woman, “So I don’t know if they’d ever do it for someone who’s only just finished high school.”

“I’d rather stay this size, because ... Well having met you I think it would be so nice for a giant lady to kiss me,” said Mortimer.
“That’s nice of you, but I’m already seeing someone,” she said, “We upsized together.”

“Now that I know about it, I can keep looking for someone who’s available,” said Mortimer.

He continued exploring the giant land for days, being fed enough by friendly upsized women, so that he didn’t need to return home for food.

One day he had the most surreal experience.

He saw a stunningly beautiful giant woman walking through a giant clearing in a long pale dress. She had long blond hair, and radiant facial features. She had a nice plus size figure and wore a long elegant dress.

He introduced himself, and she said that her name was Bunny Pipp and sat down.

“How long have you been upsized?” he asked, as she picked him up and held him closer to her face to talk to him.

“Oh I’m not one of the upsized people,” she said, “In fact I’ve known for a while about the people of this colony. I went on a long walk from my neighbouring district, which I’ve been doing for a while now. But I was born here. So I’ve always been this size.”

“I didn’t come here through the people who run the Upsizing program. Instead I discovered a portal and came here at normal size. I didn’t want to be enlarged, so that I’d still be relatively tiny.”

“Why not?” she said, “Your size looks lovely.”

“You look lovely too,” he said, not wanting to miss an opportunity at what might well be the first successful courtship attempt for him at last.

“Thank you, darling,” she said, and pivotted her head, flicking some of her long hair back behind her, and then resuming her normal posture.

“Would you like to go on a date some time?” he asked.

“I’m already seeing someone,” she said, “But you have to ask these things, or you just go around being lonely forever. So good on you for being brave.”

Her full pink lips were right in front of him as she spoke those unfortunate words, and now he would not be able to entertain any further hopes for kissing them.

“Well I guess you’d better not say ‘darling’ anymore,” he said, a little embarrassed and apologetic in his tone.

“I call everyone darling,” she said.

He slowly took in the fact that he had read far too much into her use of the word ‘darling’

Bunny opened her mouth wide, in a yawning gesture. He stared at her lower lip in the most incredible frenzy of frustration that he’d ever felt in his life, and thought that this was that bit worse than any of the several upsized women who had turned him down, because they’d all generally come to the colony with upsized partners.

In the few seconds that passed, he noticed that her lower lip seemed to be closer than it had been at the start of his stoic acceptance of her necessary rejection of his advances. Then he realised it was no longer right in front of him, but a little below him.

He felt her fingers’ grip on him loosening in the same split second as he saw her huge sparkling tongue come out of her mouth. Now he could no longer see her lower lip, but had a point blank view of her outstretched tongue.

“Oh wow!” he thought, “She’s going to lick me! Who needs kisses, if she leaves me this to remember her by.”

He felt her tongue making contact with him, and her grip loosening even more, and waited for the sensation of her tongue sliding over his entire face and shoulders and torso in next to no time at all. Then he could no longer feel her fingers, but found himself touching her tongue, but not feeling it moving in relation to his own body. Within a few seconds, he suddenly found that everything had grown darker around him. He could still see, but not in the bright sunlight that had originally illuminated her entire tongue. Now it seemed to be dimmer, and he noticed her teeth were on each side of him. He had not felt the movement of her tongue, because she had retracted it into her mouth with him riding along on top of it.

Lying on his stomach, Mortimer twisted his head around and looked back, to see that even his feet were now resting on the front of her tongue inside her mouth.

As he turned back to a more comfortable position, her mouth closed.

He was lying on the most enthralling tongue in the most beautiful mouth he’d ever seen. He thought back over the last few minutes, remembered how polite and supportive and encouraging her words had been in response to his unreciprocated romantic advances. It seemed evident to him that she was at least willing to give him the best substitute for romance that was available to her, offering him the chance to lie on her tongue in place of the prospect of actually kissing her lip. He would be grateful to her forever for this show of compensatory affection, and would be sure to tell her as soon as he was back out where she could hear his voice more clearly. For the moment, he couldn’t contain his ecstacy and gratitude any more.

He called out to her.

“Bunny this feels wonderful! Thank you so much! My feelings aren’t hurt at all now!”

Then he felt her tongue moving a little beneath him, and suddenly she gulped him into her throat.

Then it all made sense.

She wasn’t offering compensation. She had acknowledged his one way advances with kindness and encouragement, but with the intention of gobbling him whole for her own pleasure. With no need to return his affections, she saw no reason to do anything other than what her neck was doing now; namely preparing to make the next gulp, which he would be unable to resist, until he slid down her throat and into her stomach.”

“Bunny, please! If you do this, I’ll never be able to have my first kiss with anyone, not even a girl my own size, let alone a beautiful giant like you!”

Even as he said it, he knew he hadn’t given her any reason to stop swallowing him, at least no reason that was beneficial to her.

Suddenly he felt her neck moving again. However, this time the sensation was different. He felt himself heaved up, back into her mouth, and then saw the light shining in again as her mouth opened. He saw her fingers approaching, and her tongue extending back out of her mouth, again taking him along for the ride. Her finger and thumb lifted him off her tongue and placed him in the palm of her other hand.

“Really?” she asked.

For a second, he didn’t know what she meant by the question, and then he recalled what he had called out just after she’d made the first gulp.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend, and I wanted an Upsized girlfriend more than anything.”

“But surely I can’t be the first woman here that you’ve asked out.”

“They all said they already had someone. You are the first native giantess I’ve met. I was really hoping it would be different with you.”

“Well I’m sorry, I didn’t know that. All I could think of was how mouth watering you looked. I don’t usually let little men go, but I’d like you to have your chance at happiness. I’m sure you’ll find someone soon enough, and maybe I’ll catch you again and eat you some time down the track.”

“Thank you so much, and for what it’s worth, I really liked it in there, until you started gulping me down.”

“I know. I heard what you said,” she replied.

He thought about what she had just said: I don’t usually let little men go.

“You said ‘usually’,” said Mortimer, “Have you met other men my size before?”

“Yes, a few actually,” she said.

“I’m guessing that if you didn’t let them go, then you ... ate them.”

“I did,” she said, “And hopefully I’ll have the chance to do the same to you one day too.”

“Well thank you again, for everything,” he said.

“You’re welcome, darling. Good luck on your quest for romance.”

Just like that, she turned and walked away. The giant world was his to explore. He knew one thing for sure. When he met the giant love of his life, he wouldn’t just ask for kisses. While rejecting his romantic advances, Bunny had given him the thrill of his life, by allowing him to spend that time lying on her tongue. He would be sure to ask his future girlfriend to make the same incredible sensation available to him.

The secretary and receptionist Kyra and Wynne for the earth office of the G.R.O.W.T.H. (Graduate Recruitment Other Worldly Team Hire) agency (introduced in book 4) made a special trip to the Giant Land offices and asked to put a proposal to the three remaining upsized staff members: Megan Minett, Amanda Berg, and the owner/manager Linda Williams.

Linda agreed, called a meeting of all five of them, and then Kyra spoke.

“Since we learned that you three giant ladies and former staff member Fiona May have been eating normal sized young men, we’ve also been approached by a non-government organisation tasked by its leader Elaine Gosfit with finding an explanation for the many unexplained disappearances in the world. Some of them have been people of either gender who’ve been upsized and made their homes in the giant land. However, Ms Gosfit informed us that there was a much larger disappearance rate of boys and young men than of women. We also know that the late benefactor of the Upsizing technology Colleen Balfour also originally used it for shrinking earthlings to tiny size. It’s our contention that there is an increasing gender imbalance, or more specifically, a shortage of males on earth. This has made dating for the remaining women rather problematic in Ireland and Australia, where the shortage is most concentrated. With this understanding, I’ll let Wynne explain our proposal.”

“Well we’ve seen the Upsizing project addressing the problems of unemployment and overpopulation and shortage of resources on earth most effectively for years now,” said Wynne, “What we propose is to offer the Upsizing procedure to women only for dating purposes too (on exactly the same terms of payment by enlarged gold from liquidating the client).”

“But what would this do to our mixed gender client base who have been coming here for an economic fresh start?” asked Linda.

“That would continue,” said Wynne, “What we’re suggesting is that we open a separate operation as a covert dating agency for female clients only. We set up a new earth office elsewhere ostensibly as a regular dating agency, and offer the normal dating services to any male clients. But we inform all our female clients of the opportunity of being upsized and coming to this new world to find a partner amongst the native male giants.”

“They’d have to colonize a little further out, but we could teleport their enlargeable houses to locations closer to the native giant colonies,” said Megan, “Then the native giantesses would face a gender imbalance, as the earth male shortage gets gradually transferred to this world, but I guess that’s for them to solve.”

“It may not come to that,” said Amanda, “Since we’ve interacted more with the D.I.R.E. (DISAPPEARANCE INVESTIGATION RETRIEVAL ENTITY) agency’s operatives, including Carol Addison who has been upsized and left the organisation, we’ve learned that a large number of female giants were incinerated as an act of defence by D.I.R.E. director Elaine Gosfit, because they were all bent on eating the displaced victims of the dimension shifting Irish village. So with a female shortage in the giant land, and a male shortage on earth, your proposal might well address both imbalances, by playing them off against eachother.”

“Well I like the theory,” said Linda, we can teleport candidates for female upsizing and dating opportunities from anywhere on earth to this land, with Colleen’s technology. We’ll have to build another unit, so that the existing one can be kept here for the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency. I suggest we hire a few currently unemployed existing upsized giantesses from this colony, who would be interested in starting a new one further out, and they can operate things from the new Giant Land office of the dating agency. Do you have a name for it?”

“B.O.U.N.D., short for Big Opportunities Under New Dimensions,” said Kyra, “It won’t give the game away to the male clients who use it as a dating agency on earth, and it has obvious double meanings here.”

“It’s a good marketing title, with some embedded connotations,” said Linda, “Alright, the program has my approval.”

*           *          *          *

In time the new Giant Land B.O.U.N.D. Agency had been set up in sparse area midway between the Giant Land site of dimension shift and the Giant Land site of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency’s upsized colony.  The new halfway site had plenty of unused land that was perfect for starting a new colony, and would enable easy access to any of the surrounding native giant villages, at least in terms of a giant’s walking time. The agency was managed by Jenifer Perry, with two other women on staff.

The earth B.O.U.N.D. Agency was given two offices both in the Irish village and Sydney’s North Shore, given that these were the places most likely to draw more female clients than men, due to the male shortage.

The first four clients soon had their earth assets converted to gold, which along with their houses was upsized by Jenifer, using the second enlarger/teleporter device based on Colleen’s technology. Two of them were friends who had gone to the earth B.O.U.N.D. agency together: Raina Jesse and Glenda Brand. Raina had been between jobs at the time, while Glenda had coincidentally been running one of the second hand bookshops that Lionel Eton had patronized in order to continue collecting the books by author Joyce Brent. (See book 5).

Whitney Adrianne Ritter and Kelly Lisanthea were complete strangers to eachother, and to the other two. However, the four of them now had the first upsized homes in the B.O.U.N.D. colony in the giant land.

*           *          *          *

While all this had been going on, three university science students named Zephyr, Quillon and Robin had formed a close friendship based on a common observation that they had all made during the preparation of their group assignment for a college assessment. They had all noted that a number of current day devices and machines were based on counterparts that were once merely the science fiction concepts of authors a long time before. Jules Verne had effectively predicted the existence of submarines, rockets and airships. Mobile telephones and the internet had their inspiration in science fiction, and there were many other examples. Zephyr, Quillon and Robin were 100 percent convinced that they would not be inventing, but merely designing many future examples.

To that end, they put their exceptionally high scientific pool of talent together and managed to come up with working models of concepts from comic books and science fiction stories, without revealing their existence to anyone else. They soon had built rocket boots no larger than steel capped working boots, and rayguns with multiple settings designed to cause concussion, unconsciousness, injury, or even death. They designed helmets and costumes to conceal their identities, and took the opportunity to handle many local crime problems which had so far eluded the police: graffiti, vandalism and assault, to name the most frequent. These things so often happened when police were nowhere around, but three costumed university students patrolling the air with night vision binoculars, could fly at a height that made them impossible for the would be vandals, graffiti artists and assailants to hear. They could observe the problems unfolding from a distance, and then swoop in with their ray guns to despatch the criminals.

After a while, they felt that they had begun to get it all under control. The local crime levels had subsided. So they all committed the first day of their mid-semester break to going for a long joy flight with their rocket boots. They soared high into the air, avoiding any commercial flight paths, which they had programmed into their pocket navigation computers (another but less noticable invention by one of them). After they’d been up there for well over an hour, they saw a circular object not far from their current position, decided to investigate it, and flew towards it.

When they got close, they could see through the object, and saw a different cloud structure, one that was not consistent with the shape of the clouds that surrounded the object. They went to touch it, and found themselves passing through it, and could now see that different cloud structure spread much wider. Looking back through the object opening, they saw that the sky they had been flying through was mostly no longer visible, except for the bit that they could see through the opening. They realised that they must have passed into another dimension, and then looked down.

Below them were four houses, spread out a little, but in an area that could easily have accommodated more. They flew lower, and saw that the front door of one of the houses opened, and a woman with fairly short dark hair walked out and headed briskly on her way somewhere. Zephyr decided to follow her from above, and found that he could make out her facial features clearly without using his binoculars, despite being so high in the air.

Quillon and Robin soon began to make the same observation about the flowers in two of the other houses’ gardens, and split up and went to examine the gardens.

To Robin’s surprise, the flowers, when viewed at close range, were clearly as large as his entire body, and the house looked enormous. He flew closer to the back door and up and onto the handle. It was roughly the same size as his whole body, just like the flower he’d been examining.

Zephyr flew above the dark haired woman, and saw her moving further from the four house cluster that she’d left and towards a larger and more populated town. She came to a park and sat down on a bench. A few minutes later, a man entered the park and came and sat beside the woman. Zephyr flew around in the sky, until he was in a position to come down for a closer look behind where they sat. He landed on the grass not far from the bench, undetected by the two people, but the perspective seemed all wrong. He had to strain his neck to look upwards, just to see the back of the bench. He drew closer and finally could see that his height came up to no more than the lady’s ankles. Then he knew that he hadn’t just come to another dimension, but one where the inhabitants were gigantic. Then he saw the man put his arm around the lady.

She abruptly got up off the seat.

“What do you think you’re doing? Can’t you see my wedding ring?” she said.

The man stood up, and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards him.

“So what’s it matter? Your husband can’t enjoy you while he’s at work. Now give a little, will you?”

The lady screamed, but there was nobody else to hear them ... nobody except for Zephyr. He launched himself into the air, and used the unconsciousness inducing setting of his raygun, blasting the man in the back of the head. The giant rubbed his head for a second, but didn’t seem to feel the blow as anything more than an annoyance.

Zephyr realised that the settings were calibrated for normal sized people. He toggled the gun to the injury setting, and fired again. His blast struck the man in the exact same position in the back of the head. This time the man fell to the ground, passing out instantly.

“You’d better go somewhere else before he wakes up,” called Zephyr, flying into a position close to the giantess, “I’ll leave you to go and tell your husband, and whatever authorities you giants have.”

“He’s not really any more of a husband than I am a giantess,” said the lady, “Would you be more comfortable riding on my shoulder while I explain?”

Zephyr had been keen to get away from a married woman, now that his rescue of her had been achieved. Yet her last statements had confused him, and he still knew nothing of the land that he had suddenly discovered during his last flight. He flew up to her shoulder, opened the visor of his helmet and let her explain while she walked on, surprisingly not further into the giant village, but back towards the house among four that she had left when he'd first seen her from the sky.

“It was true in a sense, that I’m married,” said the lady, “However, I was only making use of that fact to try to dissuade that man from molesting me.”

“He won’t ever again molest you,” said Zephyr.

“Thank you. My name was Raina Jesse, although it’s technically now Comito. I was one of the first four clients of a dating service to be offered a chance to overcome Sydney’s male shortage by coming here and being what they call Upsized to giant size, along with my home and wealth, some of which then paid for the process. I came here with my friend Glenda to this land, both of us to look for men. Glenda married a bachelor who took her fancy, while I was courting a man I liked very much too. Then I learned that he was married, and cheating on his wife, and intended to tell her and leave her to marry me. By then I was so emotionally entangled, that I didn’t act in a right and proper way. I just went with my compromised heart, and in so doing went along with what he wanted. He left his wife, married me, if you can call adultery a marriage, and I felt happy, with no regard to what I’d been doing to another woman’s marriage, the only rightful marriage in this situation. It’s just that I’d been so lonely with Sydney’s man shortage, and coming here seemed to have just  transferred the location for the need to compete. You must think I’m terrible, Mister....”

“Well I’m Zephyr,” he said, “But go on.”

How could this woman have missed out, Zephyr wondered. Her face was stunningly beautiful. Then he thought of the way Quillon talked about women’s chests all the time. It hadn’t meant anything to Zephyr, but he took a closer look down at Raina, and noticed indifferently that her chest was fairly unremarkable. It did not deplete his frustration with the situation one bit. He was infatuated with her, and she was struggling to process the fact that she had reprehensibly pursued a married man.”

“I told myself that this sort of thing happens in Hollywood back on earth all the time, and that his first wife ... his real wife .... would find someone else in time. But then something rocked me to the core. I found Glenda sobbing in this park, and asked her why. She told me that her husband had left her for another woman, and let me comfort her, without connecting that I’d been doing the same thing to my so called husband’s real marriage for some time. I’d behaved like a proper homewrecker, and now I saw first hand the damage that this kind of thing was doing to my best friend. So I came back to this seat today to think about how to confront my nonesuch husband, how to tell him that I cannot go on with what we’ve done, and that I want to have an annulment or a divorce. His real wife is still single, and willing to take him back, hoping he’ll come back. I have to tell him that our marriage is no such thing, that it’s wrong, and that he should return to his real wife.”

“That sounds like you’re handling things well,” said Zephyr, inwardly kicking himself for the implied but unintended condescension in that statement.

“Then before I could rehearse the way I’d have said it, that ... that pig of a man plonked himself right down on the bench beside me and tried to force his way with me. If it weren’t for you, I’d be even worse off now.”

“So what will you do next?”

“I guess this can’t be delayed any longer. I’m going to catch him at work, just before he takes his lunch break, join him for lunch, and tell him the simple moral facts of it. Thank you for what you’ve done for me.”

“I’m glad I was there to lend a hand. I’ll let you go then,” said Zephyr.

He flew off her shoulder and into the sky, at least until she’d left the park. He noticed that her would be assailant had also left, no doubt to avoid any consequences of his earlier actions. Then Zephyr rested in the bushes of the park, until he awoke to the sound of tears on the bench. He recognised Raina’s clothes from behind, and flew back into view.

“I guess it went badly,” he said.

“He wouldn’t accept it at first, but I was firm. I had to be. I don’t even know if he’ll eventually go back to his wife, but whatever his problems with fidelity will no longer be compounded by any involvement with me,” said Raina.

“Well I’m here as long as you need a friend,” said Zephyr.

“I never even told him that I’m not really one of his people,” said Raina, “It’s nice to see someone who knows I’m from earth after all this time. Say, I was so caught up in my own troubles, that I didn’t even think to ask how you can fly and shoot beams of light that knock giants unconscious.”

He explained in depth about his two friends and their inventions, after which Raina told him the dynamics of how the Upsizing project doubled as a giants and newly upsized giantesses dating agency and an interdimensional employment agency. She asked him to keep her company for lunch back at her original upsized home. To avoid coming across as a stalker, he didn’t mention that he’d come through the warp right over the four houses and followed her to the park in the first place. He didn’t give her the location of the portal at all, and it was too high and too small for her now giant sized eyes to see.

“I knew that there was a portal somewhere near the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency at ground level, after learning the larger scale of the Upsizing project’s operations. I don’t think any of us were aware that there was one up in the sky too,” said Raina.

“Neither were we until we flew through it,” said Zephyr, “In one day I’ve learned that firstly there exists a giant land, and secondly it’s been partly colonized by enlarged earthlings.”

As the day drew on, he knew that it would be much easier to find the portal in the air while it was still daylight, and would be very problematic to try to fly home on the earth side in the dark. This he told to Raina, and said, “I’m happy to come and talk again another day, if you need a friend. I’ve still got most of mid-semester break left.”

She encouraged him to come another time, and he headed for the portal. He didn’t know what his two friends had been up to, but assumed that they had either decided to stay the night in the giant land or had already returned to earth.

*           *          *          *

In the meantime, Quillon had met the owner of the house that he had gone to investigate, and had good reason to not repeat Zephyr’s mistake of assuming she was a native giantess. Glenda Brand had once served him in the second hand bookshop where she worked, when he was enquiring about second hand science text books, to cut down on his university costs during enrolment week. He had left the shop with a massive crush on the older woman and no idea what to do about it. Now she was a giantess. She explained the situation in much the same way that Raina had done for Zephyr’s benefit. She told him that her giant husband had left her for another woman, and that she was still very angry about it.

“It’s good to have someone to talk about it with anyway,” said Glenda, “You can stay here as long as you like.”

“I don’t have to be back at university for nearly two weeks,” said Quillon, and decided to accept her offer.

*           *          *          *

Robin’s experience was closer to Quillon’s than Zephyr’s in its nature. He flew around to the front door of the house that he was investigating and rang its giant bell. It was answered by someone who was equally familiar to him. The previous year, one of his university friends had had a birthday party on a Tuesday night, and she had invited him. At the party he had briefly met her cousin Kelly Lisanthea, who was the most radiantly beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and around three years older than him. To see her as a giantess was astounding, for reasons that he was about to go on to explain.

“You might think this is too much of a coincidence, and moreover you might even think that it sounds a bit distasteful,” said Robin, “But I wished I’d told you I liked you at your cousin’s birthday party, and now I can tell you something far more pertinent to your being a giantess.”

“Well I don’t see anything distasteful about you liking me,” said Kelly, “You should have said something at the party.”

“I liked you even then, in more than the usual ways,” said Robin, “Ever since I was a small boy of about five or six years old, I have wanted nothing more than to go into a beautiful giant lady’s mouth and be .... well eaten by her.”

“Really?” said Kelly, with a friendly smile of amusement.

“Well not really totally eaten, I guess, not destroyed in her tummy, but all the rest would be so much fun, being pursued and caught and served up and licked and placed in a giantess’s mouth and swallowed whole. I don’t know how to avoid the undesirable ending, but the rest of it is by far my greatest fantasy. When I saw you putting party nibbles into your mouth at the birthday party, I fell in love with your lips and your tongue and completely forgot anyone else who’d ever been the object of my fantasy. I guess I didn’t know how to tell you that I wanted something that seemed impossible at the time anyway, and before I knew it, the night had passed me by without my even trying to court you in the regular way. Do you think I’m mentally unbalanced?”

“No,” she said, smiling, “How can I disapprove of a fantasy which compels you so, when I’m the starring character in it. Don’t be embarrassed.”

She drew him to her face and kissed him.

“Oh wooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!” he said, “That’s almost as good as what I just described. Your lips are so big now.”

“And you look relatively cuter than ever,” she said.

“Would you be willing to roleplay everything except swallowing me?” he asked, “Or at least except for completely swallowing me. You could gulp me down into your throat, leave me there for a few minutes, then let me slide a little further down, and then quickly cough me up, so that I didn’t fall into your tummy.”

“Are you sure you want to risk my taking it that far?” she asked, “What if I miscalculated? You’d miss out on so much.”
“There’s nothing to miss out on outside your mouth that’s better than that huge kiss you just gave me,” he said.

Kelly knew that she was attractive, and that she could easily find a giant as planned in time, if she accidentally swallowed him completely and had to digest him. She also knew that Robin admired her in a way she’d never been admired before, in addition to admiring her in all the usual ways. She agreed to his request, and followed his prompts to go inside and wait half an hour while he concealed himself in her garden, before enacting the role play.

He enjoyed being sought, chased and caught almost as much as the subsequent contact with her tongue, because of the thrill of the anticipation of it. She performed the partial swallowing and coughing up aspects of his fantasy with admirable finesse, which were the exact words he used to describe it when he thanked her.

“Can I see you again and do another round of all this?” he asked, as it drew near time to go home before sunset.

She agreed, and bade him farewell with another giant kiss. He flew home in a state of euphoria, knowing that this was just the first of many such days.

*           *          *          *

Zephyr came to vist Raina many times, and she was soonafter officially single again, and free to look for a morally acceptable romantic relationship.

“To be honest, if I’d met you on earth, I’d have put an end to your loneliness and my own in the process,” he said.

“Do you like me here, like this I mean?” she asked.

“Very much so, even more than I would have if you were still normal sized.”

“Why is that? I mean, wouldn’t you want to put your arms around me?”

“It would be nice, but even more than that, in fact much more than that, would be the opportunity to be licked by your giant tongue, and then to climb into your mouth and lie on your tongue.”

“That was unexpected, but not at all unpleasant,” she said, “I’d be willing to do that today, if you’re very keen.”

“Oh I am! I certainly am, more than anything!” he said.

They talked about it for another forty minutes of exposition and preamble, and then she sat on her couch, lifted him towards her mouth and smiled pleasantly.

He looked in bewilderment, at how much better things were than even he expected, when he saw her tongue, her huge sparkling well shaped round fronted tongue coming slowly out of her mouth and then sliding over his chest, his neck and shoulders, and then his face. When his eyes were covered too, he couldn’t see anything, but he could feel her tongue against the entire front of his upper body and his head. His helmet and rocket boots lay discarded on the nearby table, to enable him the full comfort of enjoying the experience.

She withdrew her tongue and looked at him.

“Alright?” she asked.

“Alright! It was phenomenal!”

“Shall I do it again, or would you like to go inside my mouth now?”

“Can I have some more licks first?”

“My pleasure for the handsome little young man who saved me and kept me from being lost in heartache,” she said.

Again her tongue gave him the greatest thrills of his life, and then she opened her mouth and let him climb slowly in, sliding across her lower lip which was positioned right against the front of her tongue. This way there was no risk of him grazing himself on her lower teeth. He lay down on her tongue and enjoyed her natural moist mattress for all it was worth.

After he had been out again for a while and dried off by her hand towel, he rubbed her shapely lower lip with each of his hands in turn, and kissed it. The fact that they would continue to date went without saying.

*           *          *          *

Quillon’s task was the hardest. Glenda Brand had a bitterness in direct proportion to her heartache. Quillon took several weeks to slowly lead the beautiful upsized woman through a process of forgiveness. He explained that it would not benefit her ex husband, nor his complicit lover, but that it would enable her to let go of the pain and desire for revenge, so that she could find happiness again in time.

Quillon waited and waited for the signs that Glenda had reached that stage, not wanting to rush her and reopen her emotional wounds. When he had seen her consistently smiling and enjoying life again for a few days, he decided to look for an opportunity to open his heart to her.

It suddenly occurred to him that she had not remembered him from the bookshop, that day that she had served him back on earth. To her giant eyes, he would have been barely recognisable anyway, and he had originally been a one off customer, a stranger she had served in a shop for no more than two minutes back when they had been the same size.

He decided that identifying himself would be the starting point.

“When you told me that you hadn’t always been a giantess, I forgot to mention that I’d already known that,” he said, “I was buying second hand science text books for university during enrolment and orientation week, and you served me in your old shop. In the many months since then, you came here, became a giantess, got married, and ... well got to this point, I guess....”

He realised that his last sentence had hardly been well thought out to place her on the best emotional ground.

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you. To me you’re so tiny now, and I used to get so many people through that shop each day.”

“Well I’m just glad that you’re happily looking to the future now.”

“Yes, thank you for the techniques you showed me for that,” she said.

“I guess I couldn’t have avoided a certain amount of selfishness in my doing it,” Quillon began again, “I mean, I just knew that there’d be no point .... Well not no point, just, that it would be much better for me to be with someone who was not still suffering the pain from a past experience.”

“What do you mean by ‘be with someone’?” she asked.

“Well .... now that you’re not upset anymore, we could go on some dates,” he said.

“I’m sorry. I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea. I needed someone to talk to, and you’re the first person who’s been able to talk with me constructively about my former troubles,” she said, “But I was always looking forward to getting over the pains of my divorce, so that I could enjoy the treat you’re going to be, when I gobble you whole for my dinner. I was thinking of making it tonight, even before you just made me aware that I’d been accidentally leading you on. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I know exactly how that feels. I’ve been through enough of it.”

“But you haven’t been through being eaten!” he said, “Why on earth would you have been planning such a thing?”

“We’re not on earth, and you’re taking it far too personally. It’s nothing personal. The day you first came here, I just thought that you’d make a very delicious meal one day.”

“Well I had no idea that you were thinking of me in that light,” said Quillon.

“I didn’t say anything about it back then, because I was in no fit state to enjoy it. But since you’ve helped speed up my emotional recovery, I’m now in a positive healthy state of mind to make the most of  savouring your taste and gulping you down,” said Glenda.

“What about what I might want? It’s bad enough that you’ve rejected me. I don’t want to be eaten too.”

“I didn’t want to be divorced, but it’s happened. You’ll just have to accept these developments, as I did with mine.”

“Well I don’t accept it,” he said, and darted behind the couch, leaving her still lying on the carpet.

She crawled around and lunged for him and snatched him in her hand, firmly but without causing him any injury.

“You know you can’t get away, and you know I’m going to eat you all up, little Quillon. So just get used to the idea in the few hours you’ve got left, while you still have time to think about it. I doubt you’ll be doing much thinking once my stomach acids have gone to work on you.”

“And you’re really OK with that?”

“I take the good things I can get in life. You’re the first thing I’ve had to look forward to, since my marriage ended.”

“Alright ... you’ve got me. I accept it. But .... couldn’t I at least have a few kisses, before you do it?”

“I’ll think about it,” she said, standing up and placing him on a high bench, “I’m going for a walk. I’ll see you in an hour or so.”

When she came back, she took him from the bench and went and sat up in her bed.

“Do you still want those kisses?” she asked.

“Very much.”

“Well just don’t think it’ll lead to anything other than a trip down my throat in due time,” she said.

She administered the best efforts of her lips to his tiny head and shoulders for several minutes, and then lay down with him snuggling against her.

“Do whatever makes you happy while you can,” she said, “It’s neither here nor there to me.”

Dinner time eventually came, and she served him at the table, towered over him with a look of contempt for his objections, and then picked him up, licked him, forced him into her mouth and gulped him down her throat.

*           *          *          *

Raina and Kelly continued their relationships with their admirers, while on earth, a young man named Tarian took his university holidays in Ireland, and managed to coincide them with dimension shift. It took him to the giant land along with Elaine Gosfit, who was making the trip to do a jet patrol of the giant land. She let Tarian accompany her in the jet, with a view to recruiting him once he graduated in nearly three years’ time, and flew half the distance to the G.R.O.W.T.H. colony, before she discovered the new B.O.U.N.D. colony, with its four giant houses in a previously untouched area.

Elaine Gosfit decided to land nearby, and then she and Tarian split up and walked into separate gardens. Elaine met Raina and Zephyr and stayed for lunch while learning about their relationship, which had been going for several years. (Readers of the previous book will remember that dimension shift took the Irish village to the giant land at a point many years into the future.) They talked well into the afternoon.

*           *          *          *

In the meantime, Tarian had thrown a fallen nut at the bell of the fourth house, and was given something of a start when he saw that the door was opened by a giantess whom he had once known briefly. As a teenager, he had seen a beautiful slightly taller girl at a disco, and her nametag had read ‘Whitney Adrianne Ritter ... W.A.R.’. She had explained some in joke in the acronymn and said that it had been what girls called her at school. He had tried to kiss her, and she had laughed in his face, told him that he was way too skinny, and that she had a boyfriend.

Now here she was, the girl who had rejected him because of his size, a giantess and an older woman as well as a result of the time displacement effects of dimension shift. She was staring down at him.

“I guess I should go and visit whoever lives in one of the other three houses I saw from the air,” he said, “I landed nearby in a jet that was dimension shifted in from the past. I’m Tarian, from that night at the disco all those years ago for you, only about one year for me. If you didn’t like my size before, you must be more disinterested in it than ever now.”

“I’m still disinterested in letting you kiss me, although I might manage to give you a little smooch from my own upsized lips,” said Whitney, “But I think your size would be perfect .... for eating.”

Whitney stooped down and picked him up, smiling and laughing as she took him into the house, closed the door and headed for her kitchen.

She gave him a kiss, prepared him on the bench, warmed him in the oven, took him to the table and sat down and prepared to eat him.

He looked up at her face and neck in awe. He couldn’t get near her lips in the disco, and now he was going to pass between them, into her mouth and down her throat. He was in ecstasy, while she probably thought he was in fear for his life. No life he wanted would have been complete without an experience like the one that was coming, he thought.

He secretly savoured every second of the visual and touch sensations of being licked and eaten in one piece, a morsel of a mouthful for a beautiful giantess whose age had left him behind, but only enhanced her beauty even more. He saw the tongue of a woman who had once dismissed him as a teenager licking him sensuously, and then he saw her mouth opening and receiving him, and eventually despatching him, on his very merry way.

Around the time that the Upsizing Program was starting (see Chapter 50 of book 4), a final year of university student named Oliver was living on Sydney’s North Shore in Australia. For a few years, he had noticed that many nice houses on the North Shore had been knocked down by new owners, with the result that they then built architecturally unappealing modern style houses on the blocks of land.

Oliver was 22 when he started his final year of university, because he had worked in a fairly unskilled clerical role between finishing high school and starting his deferred university course, in order to put away some money.

Two of Oliver’s friends had involved him in producing a number of comedic satire skits, in which they all played various roles, initially in one of their homes and backyards, and then occasionally venturing out into public places. Oliver enjoyed dressing up as his favourite super heroes and satirizing them comedically for the camera. He would climb drainpipes in costumes, jump off low rooves onto lawns, and perform other amateur stunts, with one of his friends’s video camera being used to capture all the action and the parody expressed in the dialogue between Oliver and the other player.

Recalling this video camera, Oliver decided to buy one of his own and put it to a different use. He spent a significant portion of his savings from his two post high school working years, which had largely remained undiminished in a bank account while he studied at university.

Oliver bought a video camera with a good long range optical zoom lens, and began a long process designed to preserve all the remaining houses of old architecture on video. He would walk through whole suburbs, street by street, filming every house that took his fancy. Occasionally people would mistakenly construe that he was making the films to set up burglaries, and he had to explain his real actions to officers of Chatswood and Gordon police stations on two occasions, rather than risk being charged with hindering a police harrassment. They conceded that there was nothing illegal about his films, and could ultimately do nothing, particularly after he’d taken the trouble of consulting with a Legal Aid Commission solicitor after the first harrassment incident. The lawyer had assured him that he was free to film any house he liked from the street, as long as he didn’t trespass onto the property of the owner. His zoom lens would enable him to shoot as many close-ups as he liked, without breaking the trespassing laws. The copyright for the films belonged to Oliver, not the owners of the houses, and their North Shore snobbery and protection mentality would ultimately have to give way to simple points of law.

What he could not have taken into account was the explanation for the high number of vacant lots of land which went on to take him by surprise during several of his systematic suburban filming walks in the next few years. This had come about, because several North Shore residents had discovered the Upsizing program, when their jobseeking and university alumni activities had led them to the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency. 

They had converted their financial assets into gold, which had been enlarged by the size altering technology that Linda Williams had inherited from Colleen Balfour, and then had their entire houses teleported off their earthly blocks of land, along with themselves, and both enlarged by the combined technology of Colleen Balfour and Sandra Corlani, which had also been inherited by Linda Williams.

Taking his walks, Oliver became increasingly surprised by the number of vacant lots. He was also unaware of the unique effect that the teleportation had been having on him. There was always a little teleportation energy left behind on earth, after one of Linda’s staff had moved an entire house into the giant land. To anybody else, it was too small to affect them. However, Oliver had eventually walked through every street of every suburb from Roseville up to Hornsby, and had gradually absorbed residual teleportation energy from every vacant lot that had once housed a now Upsized resident of the new colony in the giant land. The cumulative effect built up in his body, without him feeling any physical sensation to make him aware of what was happening to him. Nor would he have known that all that cumulative residual teleportation energy was connected to the giant land, to the various locations in the colony where the houses had been teleported. There was no residual energy on earth from the enlargement process, which didn’t seem to leave any trail, as it was only performed in the giant land, after the houses had been teleported. Being so much larger, the giant land allowed for the dispersal of any residual energy, which was minimal, as the process of turning someone into a giant actually consumed 99% of the energy completely. So there was no likelihood of Oliver being turned into a giant himself.

There had been no more police harrassments after the two early incidents, because the police had found something more useful to occupy their time: They were now called upon by the neighbours of vanishing houses to try to find out how a house could disappear overnight, without leaving any evidence of demolition, nor any noise that would come from such an activity. Their investigations unearthed that the owners of every single vanished house had disappeared without a trace themselves, and had managed to remove every trace of their identity on earth as well. They seemed to own no assets, no bank accounts, and had not interacted with any government department since some time before the disappearances of their houses. Eventually, as told in Book 5, the investigation of missing people and houses was taken over by the D.I.R.E. (DISAPPEARANCE INVESTIGATION RETRIEVAL ENTITY) organisation headed up by Elaine Gosfit.

Having been left alone by the minions of the law for several months, and having concluded his filming exercise, Oliver decided to take nostalgic walks through the suburbs he had filmed. He chose to start with the two streets where the harrassment had occurred, which were in Killara and Warrawee, both on Sydney’s Upper North Shore. 

Oliver had not enjoyed those two days, having his time and peace of mind stolen by policemen who should have simply told the complaining locals that no law had been broken in the first place. So he returned to Warrawee, and walked the same street in which he had been picked up, until something far more dramatic than police bullying suddenly came to bear on him.

Oliver perceived the entire street fading away around him, and in its place, he found himself on a gigantic office desk, looking up at a pretty lady with short to medium length dark hair.

“This has never happened without any of us using the teleporter before,” said the giantess, “I’m sorry. You must be somewhat confused. I’m Megan Minett.”

Megan went on to explain the operation of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency with its Upsizing program.

“So that’s why I saw so many vacant lots when I was filming old houses,” said Oliver.

“Do you film many?” asked Megan.

“Yes, I walked progressively over a period of at least two years, through every street of every suburb in the North Shore,” said Oliver.

“We had a problem with one of my Upsizing cases once,” said Megan, “I tried for several times to teleport the owner’s house here, but it kept vanishing back to its location in Gordon after only a few seconds or minutes. We eventually worked out, with the help of a private investigator on earth, that the fireplace was lined with an unusual metal, which was counteracting the finalization of the teleportation process. Then the metal was removed from the fireplace and taken out of the house. After that, we finished the job, upsized the house and its owner Avenel Handley, and settled her into the colony.”

“So there’s a whole colony of people who’ve left the North Shore along with their houses and all become giants?” said Oliver.

“Indeed. It’s a well kept secret on earth, with only the administrative staff ladies of our earth agencies aware of it. We’ve also branched out into a giant land dating service, because of a reduction in the number of single young men on earth.”

“Why just men? Were they the only ones who generally wanted to be Upsized?” asked Oliver.

“No. In fact, a number of young men found their way here at normal size, by various means, and were ... well ... with your situation you’ll have to be told, I guess. They were eaten by Upsized women. Anyway, to go back to a theory I was developing, I think that if you’re the only person who’s walked through every street of the North Shore, then your body has progressively absorbed residual teleportation radiation from every house that we’ve brought here. Your body acted in the exact opposite way to the inanimate fireplace metal of Avenel Handley’s house. Instead of resisting the teleportation energy, your body has acquired it. Put simply, it means that you should now be able to teleport yourself to and from this land, at will if you concentrate on it, rather than just letting it happen by accident again,” said Megan

“How would that work, scientifically, I mean?” asked Oliver.

“You must have an invisible aura that has extended to your backpack, your clothes, and is that a video camera? I can’t fully make it out with my giant sized eyes now,” said Megan.

“Yes,” said Oliver.

“Which you’d have had with you when you were filming the houses.”

“I just wanted to go back over two streets I didn’t cover to my satisfaction, because I was harrassed by needlessly concerned residents and policemen,” said Oliver.

“I’m sorry to hear about that happening to you,” said Megan, “They haven’t any idea about what we’re doing here, have they? We were visited by agents of an independent organisation once, but they’ve upsized, settled in the colony and kept our secrets.”

They were Carol Addison and Dean, agents of D.I.R.E. (DISAPPEARANCE INVESTIGATION RETRIEVAL ENTITY), whose story is also told in Book 5.

“The police don’t suspect a thing about this colony, as far as I know, and they stopped bothering me too. I promise I won’t repeat your upcoming answers to anyone, but did you say that several boys and young men were eaten?”

“Yes, that’s right,” said Megan.

“And they didn’t have my teleportation ability?”

“No.”

“Were they bitten at all in the process?”

“I don’t think they would have been. The Upsized women are all big enough to swallow a man whole.”

“So I could be eaten, and then if you’re sure about my ability to control the teleportation, I could return to earth by teleporting directly from the giantess’s stomach to the North Shore, without being digested!”

“In theory that would work, although I would practice your teleportation exercises for a week or two first, before taking the chance.”

“If I can get it under control, I could always teleport back to wherever I left my camera and backpack in this land, retrieve them undetected, and make the trip again,” said Oliver.

“That should work too,” said Megan.

“This may sound strange, but ... Would you consider eating me?” asked Oliver, “I simply can’t think of anything more thrilling, both physically and visually.”

“I’m not very much into that,” said Megan, “But the other three are. They’ve all eaten young men, some with their consent and others facing that outcome unwillingly. Linda Williams owns the agency. Amanda Berg and Ellen Toulmin still work here. They all enjoy eating young men. Our other consultant Fiona May left the agency a while back and started her own mouth service, which offers lickings, time in her mouth, and even gobbling whole if the client wants it. I can ask Amanda, Ellen, and Linda if they’re interested in eating you, and we could refer you to Fiona’s home base of business too.”

“Well I already know I like the look of your mouth,” said Oliver.

“Here’s a staff photo taken when Fiona was still working with us,” said Megan, reaching for another bench and showing him the clear picture of the other consultants.

They all had pretty faces and enticing mouthes. Megan pointed to each one of them in turn, telling Oliver their names.

“I think I might sneak around surreptitiously, using my teleportation power for a while. I can be both honing my teleportation abilities, and observing those ladies’ mouthes while they’re eating their lunches,” said Oliver, “With the zoom lens of my video camera, I can telescope in on the sight of their tongues coming out of their mouthes to receive the food, which has always fascinated me on earth as being particularly beautiful. Then, assuming I like their tongues and eating styles, I can approach them to be eaten.”

“So don’t you want me to say anything to them about you just yet?” asked Megan.

“No, I’ll go to each one separately myself. That way, when each one eats me, they won’t know about the teleportation escape from their tummy, and each one will assume that she’s swallowed me down for good.”

“Alright, I won’t say a thing,” said Megan, “If you want to explain your presence, there are a few portals leading from various places in Sydney to various parts of the colony, including the one our earth staff use to liase with us, that comes out in the gardens outside this building. You can always say you came through it.”

Oliver started his covert observance exercise with Amanda Berg, who took the early 12:00 lunch shift by herself out in the garden surrounding the agency. Concealed in the bushes, Oliver turned his video camera on and zoomed up towards Amanda’s mouth. He was positively enervated by what he saw. As he wasn’t recording anything, the motor function of the camera would not spin the film, and hence use very little battery, merely the amount of energy needed to operate the zoom lens of the camera. He waited until Amanda had finished eating, and then put his camera into his backpack, and discarded it in the bushes, as Amanda picked up a book she’d brought with her and started to read.

Oliver walked out and called up to her.

“Hello...!” he said, stopping himself from saying her name just in time.

He did not want her to know that he had seen all of the consultants’ faces in the staff photograph, and been told by Megan who was who.

“I’m Amanda. Did you come here for an interview about Upsizing?” asked Amanda.

“No. I’m Oliver, but I know about the portal in the garden, naturally, and I’ve always been fascinated by the sight of women eating on earth. Now that I’ve discovered a giantess, I think that it would be the happiest time of my life if you were to ... well ... eat me. Is that something you would be comfortable with doing?”

He already knew the answer to that question.

“Young man, you have no idea just how much,” said Amanda, “One of the first clients I interviewed told me a very similar story to you. His name was Cid. He came as a client of the agency, but when he learned about the Upsizing program, he told me that he would much rather be swallowed whole by me than upsized into the colony.” 

“So I’m not the first,” said Oliver, “Not that I mind at all.”

“We went ahead with it not long after, and I have to say I can still remember how much I enjoyed it. I’d be happy to eat you up, if that’s what you’d like,” said Amanda.

“For sure I would,” said Oliver.

“I’ve just had lunch though,” said Amanda.

“I know. I watched you from the bushes,” said Oliver, “It was a beautiful sight to behold.”

“Could we meet here another day, and then I could do it?” asked Amanda.

“I could come tomorrow,” said Oliver.

They agreed to meet at lunch time the next day, which gave Oliver the chance to teleport his backpack and camera back to earth with him and leave it at home the following day.

He met Amanda in the garden.

“I didn’t bring any lunch today, since I’ll have you down inside me soon,” said Amanda.

The only regret he had about his teleportation escape subterfuge was that Amanda would never know why eating him would fail to satiate her midday hunger. She would no doubt have to fill up on some afternoon tea from the office refridgerator at some point.

He stepped gently onto her hand, and was raised to her face level, where her tongue went to work licking and eventually swallowing him. The thrill as he slid over her tongue and was gulped into her throat and slowly descended inside her neck was even better than he’d imagined. To think that he could do this with every willing gobbling Upsized woman in the giant land. He reached her stomach and instantly teleported himself safely back to earth.

There would be times when he would approach women who would merely tell him that they had no interest in eating someone, but in most cases, the desire to become a giantess in the first place had subconsciously included a desire to eat a normal sized young man after Upsizing had occurred.

The next day, he teleported to another part of the colony, and saw a stunningly beautiful Upsized woman walking in her garden. He approached her and learned that her name was Lera Lahj, when he introduced himself and made his request.

“Boy did you pick the right woman!” said Lera, “One of my former university student colleagues once found his way through the portal that comes out in this garden. He asked me to kiss him, which I did, but then he got more than he bargained for. I told him I was going to gobble him whole at some point not long after he’d had his kisses. All he could do was accept his fate. You’re very lucky that you actually want me to do it.”

Oliver was off the planet with arousal, and somewhat curious to know how her earlier victim would have felt about the announcement she had made to him back then. It was during this encounter with Lera, that he realised that any giantess who was prepared to eat Oliver himself would most likely have already eaten another young man. 

Oliver was certain that he would enjoy hearing their stories of these earlier encounters as a very exciting build up to being eaten himself.

Lera suddenly stuck out her tongue and slid it over his entire face and shoulders, licking much of his upper body in that single gesture.

“Do I pass the taste test?” he asked.

“Of course you do!” said Lera.

He was close to losing all control of himself, as her comfortable fingers carried him into her kitchen and placed him gently on a plate. Then she took him to her dining table and sat down. She lifted him up, opened her mouth wide, tilted her head back, put out her tongue to recieve him, and then stopped.

“Is anything wrong?” he asked.

“I just wondered why you didn’t ask me to kiss you first,” she said.

“Oh yes, that other guy got into his situation by asking that, didn’t he?” said Oliver.

“Not really. As soon as I’d first seen him, I’d made up my mind that he would make an appetising treat for dinner or lunch. When he asked for the kisses, it seemed the decent and fair thing to do, and I let him enjoy those first, before telling him about his upcoming fate. In your case, it seems you’re going to enjoy the fate itself, but what about some kisses first?”

“I was just too shy to push my luck too far, but sure. I think your full pink lips look adorably shapely. I’d love to have some kisses before you eat me up.”

“Then allow me,” she said, “I think I offered because I rather strongly wish to kiss you actually. It was nice enough to eat someone from my old university days, whom I’d barely seen about the college, when he had a crush on me. However, to be invited to eat someone makes that someone very special indeed.”

She slowly pressed her lips against him several times, each time for several seconds.

“That was truly lovely,” he said at last, “And I’m ready to be eaten whenever you’re ready to do it.”

“I think I’m ready now,” said Lera.

She opened her mouth wide, put out her tongue again, lowered him onto it, and drew him into her mouth.

He felt the soft moist fleshy taste organ settling below him, and revelled in the thrill of lying on top of it, swishing gently from side to side, in the space available, until she began to draw him into her throat. He was no less thrilled, and no keener to change his mind about the whole experience, when she made this gesture, and loving it just as much when she began gulping him down, down, down....

After teleporting back from Lera’s tummy to earth and then returning to the giant land, he had a few encounters with Upsized women who had no interest at all in eating normal sized young men. Then he remembered his initial conversation with Megan Minett. She had told him that the other consultants were keener on eating little men than she was. 

Oliver teleported himself back into the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency giant land building, directly into Ellen Toulmin’s office and used his video camera zoom lens to observe her at work for a while, and saw that she chose to save time by eating her lunch at her office desk. So zooming up towards her tongue, he watched her eating happily, until she was almost finished. Then he discarded his video camera and walked over beside where she sat at her desk, and called up to her.

“That looked like fun from where I was watching!”

“Oh, hello. I wasn’t expecting another candidate for an hour or so,” said Ellen.

“I’m not a candidate actually. I’m Oliver, and I came here for other reasons.”

“What looked like fun?” asked Ellen.

“You eating your lunch?” he answered.

“Would you like to break a little off for you to have?” she asked.

“No, I actually meant that the process of being eaten by your lovely pretty mouth was what looked like fun.”

“Do you really think so?” she asked.

“For certain. Have you ever eaten anyone?” asked Oliver.

He knew the answer from what Megan Minett had told him, but he wanted the erotic stimulaton of hearing it from Ellen’s own entrancing mouth. She went on to do anything but disappoint him.

“Well the first time I took advantage of the opportunity was when I was interviewing one of my earliest Upsizing candidates named Huntley. Before I knew it, I was telling him that the one immediate job opening I had was in my mouth. He said that he’d been noticing the vocal movements of my tongue in my mouth during our interview conversation, and that he would love to be placed inside it. I assured him that I would love to do that. Then he added the one stipulation that he would like to be removed from my mouth again after he’d been in there for a while. It was then that I made an instantaneous decision, although it had been building up in my mind for several minutes. Of course I announced it to him immediately, telling him that I had no intention of taking him out of my mouth again, but that I was in fact going to swallow him.”

“And how did he react to that?” asked Oliver, hoping that the pressure in his more private regions was not evident to her giant eyes.

He might well have fallen over from sheer embarrassment, even though he felt sure that Ellen would be sympathetic to and reciprocating of his urges.

“It wouldn’t be fair to say that he was being ungrateful, given that he didn’t share my motivation for the achievement of the impending final result,” said Ellen, “He tried threatening me with repercussions from the authorities, which was a futile verbal gesture, given that this has been a secret operation from the start. We discussed it further on the way back to my place, although he was fairly astute at quickly learning that nothing he could say would talk me out of doing it.” 

“I can’t quite put myself in his place, because I’d love it instead,” said Oliver.

“He did manage to attempt an escape, and got as far as my garden, but with no nearby portals to run to, he was at a major disadvantage,” said Ellen, “It took me most of the day to find him and recapture him, but it was well worth it. I took him back inside and ate him in due course.”

“Well I can promise you that I wouldn’t run away. I’d love to be eaten by you, Ellen.”

“Aren’t you the sweetest little man!” she said, “Somehow I don’t even think that you feel the need to be brave about it, given the apparent level of your enthusiasm.”

“It would only take bravey if I were afraid, but I’m seeking this deliberately,” he said, “So it will be the most fun a man my size could have.”

He almost felt as if he were being complimented unduly, given that Ellen had no awareness of his ability to teleport out of her stomache and back to earth. Megan had undertaken to say nothing of him to the other consultants, thereby giving him time to make his own approaches to them when he felt in the right frame of mind. He wondered if he could have faced the situation so calmly if he did not possess the secret of teleportation granted to him by the residual teleportation energy from the streets of the North Shore houses that had already been upsized. If that had been the case, Ellen Toulmin would have been the only Upsized woman who would have despatched him on a one way journey down to her stomach. Come to think of it, she wouldn’t have had the chance. The first Upsized woman he’d approached would have been the only one to go ahead with it. That would have been Amanda. Yet he had been eaten by both Amanda Berg and Lera Lahj, and was soon to enter the exciting realm of Ellen Toulmin’s mouth. The sweetness in her voice (as she had told of her far from sweet conquest of Huntley) had aroused him beyond measure, in a way that was equally as thrilling as Lera Lahj’s narrative. Ellen had given him a little more detail in her back story, and he felt that it made a difference to the ecstacy of expectation. He made a mental note to pry as much detail as possible out of each future Upsized woman who expressed an interest in eating him, learning every thing he could about their past victim or victims.

“To be perfectly honest, Ellen, I think that sliding over your tongue, and being swallowed slowly down your long elegant neck would be the most exhilirating and wonderful thing that could ever befall a man such as myself,” said Oliver.

“I’ll be more than happy to do it, little sweetie,” she said, “How about I take you home with me for dinner tonight?”

“Sure, I’d love that,” said Oliver.

“I have to interview some more Upsizing candidates this afternoon. The next one’s due in fifteen minutes. It’s best if they don’t see you in here or learn about our dinner date for this evening,” said Ellen.

“If it’s not a rude question, how did you pick out Huntley as the one to eat?” asked Oliver.

“Well I can’t eat them all, or we’d never make any gold from the Upsizing program, with all the clients ending up in our tummies. So I tend to let most of them go ahead in the program and be upsized. It’s just that Huntley somehow stood out as being particularly inviting to my tongue and my tummy. And he did say he liked the thought of being in my mouth. It seemed like the closest I could come to in finding a mutually satisfactory exception to the regular operations around here .... until I came even closer with you being 100% willing to go all the way.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it. I’ll hide out in the garden for a while, and meet you near the lunch seat,” he said, referring to the bench where he had seen Amanda Berg sitting the day he had approached her for his first gobbling experience.”

“I’ll pick you up on my way out then,” said Ellen.

He spent the afternoon lying in the bushes, eagerly awaiting what Ellen would soon be doing for him, and for herself, which made it all the more arousing.

The sun was beginning to set when he saw Amanda Berg leaving, and recalled the excitement that had happened the first time he’d been swallowed. She had no idea that he had teleported from her stomach at the crucial moment required to avoid being digested, and that he had now made a similar dinner date with her colleague. The two ladies, as well as Linda Williams and former staff member Fiona May, had all been aware of eachother’s taste in eating normal sized men. But Amanda and Ellen had no idea that Oliver had presented himself to both of them in turn. Even with two full encounters under his belt (which was where he felt the pleasure the most), he was still struggling to process what an incredible opportunity of repeating ecstacy was unfolding before him. He could simply keep asking beautiful Upsized women to eat him indefinitely. If the residual teleportation energy had extended beyond the bounds of the colony, then he could have eventually approached native born giantesses and asked them to make a delectable dinner out of him too. However, the native giantesses had not been engaged in the process of teleporting earthlings into the giant land, and they probably had no more awareness of the secret Upsizing program than the remaining inhabitants of earth did. Some of the native giantesses might have encountered upsized earthlings, if they’d wandered into the colony on long walks, or if the earthlings had wandered away from the colony on equally long pedestrian travels. 

In any event, it was unlikely that any Upsized earthling would have given away the secret of the program to the giant land’s original inhabitants.

Amanda walked out of the garden and on her way, and then Ellen soon came out. He saw her long elegant dark blue dress swaying a few giant inches above her ankles, as she paced the grass and looked around for him. He ran out of the bushes and was pleased that she was already looking in his direction at that moment. She gently swept him up in her fingers and carried him home to her dinner table, where she sat down and slowly went to work on him with her mouth.

This chronicler recognises that, as may have been stated once more, there are only so many ways to give a detailed description of the actual gobbling whole of a man. Therefore, he gives advance warning that the repetitive nature of these experiences (at least repetitive from Oliver’s perspective) will not be narrated into these chronicles every time, allowing more word space to be used in detailing the character interaction which leads up to the gobblings, and which is in itself at least as enjoyable as the process of being eaten.

After three such rounds, Oliver felt the need to calm his excited self down. He took a long train ride up the Central coast, reading one of the second hand books he had bought in the past, and visiting book stores while up there in order to purchase more. The thrills of being eaten alive were still fresh in his mind. As he looked up from the pages for a while, during a moment of difficulty in concentrating on the book, with the Ellen Toulmin experience replaying in his thoughts, he processed for the first time the fact that the Upsized women’s other victims did not have the opportunity to take train rides on earth and read novels after being eaten. His situation was uniquely special. The newborn excitement of it all was so all consuming, that he thought that he would have to meet a very special girl to fall into a long term romantic relationship and be drawn away from all these gobbling opportunities. It would have to be either an Upsized earth woman or a native giantess, he knew for certain. No normal sized earth woman would ever catch his heart again, unless she learned of the Upsizing process and was willing to go through with it for her own happiness as well as keeping Oliver aroused. Perhaps it would be someone who would be willing to keep eating him over and over again, knowing that it wasn’t permanent. For now, he could play the vore field with each of his giantesses continuing to think that he had become a permanent addition to her stomach.

After he’d had a few more days to consolidate his regular life on earth, he thought that the next most logical step was to go and see Linda Williams, the only other consultant who still worked in the giant office of the agency. 

Oliver teleported to the giant land and waited for Linda’s lunch break, which she took on the gazebo table out in the garden on the opposite side of the building to the one where Amanda’s eating bench lay. He managed to climb up onto the table, and introduced himself to Linda.

“I ... know about the portal in the garden nearby, and I was hoping to find someone your size who might be interested in ... or at least willing to, well ... to swallow me whole,” said Oliver.

“I’d be more than happy to,” said Linda, “Although you wouldn’t be the first little man to whom I’ve done it.”

“Could you tell me about any past encounters you’ve had?” asked Oliver.

“Well the other girls and I had not been set up that long, and it got around the office that most of us seemed to like the thought of occasionally eating one of the male candidates, instead of Upsizing him. It wouldn’t do to have let it get around outside of the office, particularly back at the earth office of the agency. If candidates found out that some of them stood a relatively minor but nonetheless very serious chance of being eaten whole, it would have discouraged a lot of our business, which we depend on for making enlarged gold commissions on the process. There was this one young candidate named Milson. We were actually in the middle of an interview, when I suddenly picked him up and stuffed him into my mouth. I was fully prepared to gobble him whole right there and then, but I eventually got myself under control, released him from my mouth, and warned him not to approach me again, in case I couldn’t restrain myself the next time.”

Oliver was dancing in his clothes at this point. Each time he thought he’d heard it all, another Upsized woman came up with an original account of her having eaten someone. The thought of just being placed into Linda’s mouth in the middle of a conversation, with no warning or verbal preamble was a new thrill, even after all that he’d already seen, experienced and heard about from the other ladies’ stories. He was now acutely aware that she might be leading up to suddenly picking him up and placing him into her mouth too, and secretly hoped that she would.

“Was he relieved?” asked Oliver.

“I thought so,” said Linda, “But then he sent me an anonymous Valentine’s Day card with a note to upsize it before reading it. He told me that he was so in love with me, that he wanted me to give into my desires and gobble him down. Needless to say, I gratefully accepted. Did you come to tell me that you have the same feelings that Milson did?”

“Not exactly the same. I’m guessing that he might have done it more for your benefit, out of love and devotion to you. In my case, I’m hoping that you’d like to eat me, so that I can enjoy it every bit as much as you would,” said Oliver.

“I’m sure that it can be arranged,” said Linda.

She picked him up and slowly kissed him.

“Thank you!” said Oliver.

“I thought you might like that too,” she said.

Linda suddenly opened her mouth and placed him onto her tongue, and drew him into her mouth. It had all happened in a second or two, and now he was lying inside her mouth, thinking quickly over the story that she had told him. It appeared that she was now being spontaneous, which added some extra excitement to the situation for a man who had made the request himself in the first place. Was she thinking of taking him out again for a while, as she had done with Milson?”

With equal abruptness, Linda gulped him unexpectedly into her throat.

“No, this is it!” he thought, “She’s gulping me down right now!”

He thrived in the enervating effect of this new variation on the gobbling process, as she carried him down further and further...

And of course, he was soon safely back on earth.

Having heard Megan Minett’s account of how Flash Kiddleston and Caitriona Dumaresque had solved the mystery of Avenel Handley’s house’s teleportational instability, Oliver would inevitably meet Caitriona Dumaresque in his visits to the giant land. He arrived inside Caitriona’s house one day, and studied her tongue with his video camera zoom lens from concealment for a while, before he discarded the camera and introduced himself to Caitriona, making the usual request to be eaten by her.

“That’s easy enough. I’ve done it before,” said Caitriona, going over the account that he’d heard from Megan of the returning house mystery.

Her narrative (of the way Flash had identified the fireplace metal’s property of resisting the teleportation process, drawing Avenel Handley’s house back to Gordon on earth) was not that different from Megan’s. However, then the story took an exciting turn, as Caitriona continued.

“Flash had a crush on me, and we started dating here, but on the understanding that I prefered him to remain at his normal size, rather than being Upsized. The day we first discussed that, I was thinking right from the start that it would be nice to leave open the possibility of eating him up one day. Then after we’d been together for a while, I was thinking more seriously of letting him know the direction in which we’d ultimately be going together, when he made me laugh one night, while he was lying on my lips. He made some joke, and my mouth opened involuntarily to laugh. Before either of us could see it coming, he had fallen into my mouth and gave my tongue a preview that only enhanced my desire to let him know what I’d had in mind. So I told him that we’d be playing a game that amounted to a combination of hide and seek, followed by chasings, once I’d located his hiding place in the garden.”

Oliver was mentally casting himself in Flash’s shoes with a mounting sense of longing.

“I’m guessing he probably still thought it would be a lot of fun at that point,” said Oliver.

“Flash liked the idea of this, and then I finally told him that he’d have the added incentive to make the game more challenging, along with the added excitement of knowing that I was going to eat him after I’d found and caught him. He was surprised to learn that I had baited him with romance, into coming here at normal size, but what could he do except play the game as best he could, with the slim hope of escaping me,” said Caitriona.

“Maybe he would have enjoyed going into your mouth to be eaten anyway. I know I will.”

“I’m sure he would, but he’d already had that experience from the laughing accident. He knew that this time it was for keeps, with no possibility of coming back out again. He ran for his life in the garden, and gave me a good chase, but now he’s down there somewhere, processed by my digestive acids, and still remains a treasured memory in my heart, just as you will, once we’ve done it.”

Oliver was in awe of her. She had hired him to solve a mystery on earth, discovered that the solution lay in a giant land, and then made the decision to settle herself in the giant land.

“Did you decide to Upsize to become part of the colony, or to become big enough to gobble Flash whole?” asked Oliver.

“Well I think I had both desires entering my head at around the same time. It’s hard to say which one lodged itself into my mind first. I didn’t want to miss out on either one being fulfilled. I was very lucky to have met Flash in that context, and luckier still that he loved me enough to trust me without question. I know I took advantage of him, but he was the nicest meal I’ve ever eaten. Does this make you think I’m a little horrid?”

“Not at all! Quite the opposite, actually. It makes you more arousing than ever. I wouldn’t mind the chance to lie on your lips this afternoon myself, before we do the gobbling activity.”

“You’re very welcome. Let’s go to my bedroom now then,” she said.

Caitriona was soon lying on her back, with her head on the pillow, and Oliver resting on her lips.

“Since I’m going in there anyway later, there won’t be any need to set it off by making a joke,” said Oliver, “Which is fortunate, because I’m too positively enervated to think of anything humourous at a time like this.”

They talked for hours, and then she took him into her dining room and towered in front of him at the dining table for some further discussion, before she lifted him up gently, into her mouth, savoured his presence for several minutes, and then swallowed him whole. He felt himself sliding down her awesome throat, and geared himself up for the teleportation to follow.

Once he was back to earth, he reflected on his conversation on Caitriona’s lips that afternoon. He had soon positioned himself partly on her chin and partly on her lower lip, so that she would be able to talk more easily, without the risk of him falling into the path of her moving teeth while her mouth was not fully open. During the conversation, he had learned of Avenel Handley’s nearby address in the colony. Since she was also involved in the story he’d already heard twice now (from both Megan Minette and Caitriona Dumaresque), he decided to visit her next, and was soon sharing his thoughts about how nice it would be to be eaten by her.

“There must be something appealing in this idea of being eaten by women like us,” said Avenel, “Someone else asked me to do that once. His name was Guy Kurring, and like I told him, I could only do it if the victim was willing. I don’t think my friend Caitriona would have been quite so considerate with him, if he’d met her instead of me. He very sweetly explained that it was his fantasy, just as it seems to be yours, and we soon went ahead with it. And you’d really like me to do it too.”

At this point, the scenario didn’t seem to be quite as arousing as the tales he’d heard from others about their conquests. In those situations, Lera Lahj, Caitriona Dumaresque, Ellen Toulmin, and to some extent Linda Williams had all made the decision to eat their victims. More significantly, they had initiated it, without any invitation from the victims themselves. Somehow Oliver found that to be even more arousing. However, Avenel was beautiful, sweet, willing, and had a mouth that he didn’t want to pass up.

“Yes, I’d really like it, alright,” he said.

They spent a few hours together, and then Avenel granted his request with some satisfaction on her own part.

As he was lying on her tongue awaiting the swallowing process, he reflected that it was still nice to know that her tongue was enjoying the experience too. To have been eaten merely for his own benefit, by someone who derived no actual pleasure from the experience herself, would have been the least arousing of all the possible variations of this newly acquired gobbling fantasy.

He took a train trip down the South Coast this time, not even bothering to bring a book, as he spent the whole time looking out of the train window. He was both enjoying the scenery and replaying the last two gobbling experiences in his mind. New encounters awaited him, and each one only took a day or two of time from the lives of the willing Upsized women who would be participating. He could sort out the rest of his life whenever and if ever the novelty of being eaten wore off.

The next lady he met would not fail to renew the sense of excitement and enervation which he had found himself to be craving.

Oliver teleported into a large garden, where a stunningly pretty lady was sitting down gardening at the time.

“Don’t you look delicious!” she said.

“Does this mean you’d be willing to eat me?” asked Oliver.

“You ask that as though you’re willing yourself,” said the lady.

“I surely am. I’ve been looking for an Upsized lady who’d enjoy doing it, and your face is as elegant as ever, and your mouth is a doorway I’d give anything to pass through.”

“But would you be content with a one way journey through that door?” asked the lady.

She hadn’t seen him arrive in the garden, as he had teleported in amongst the flowers. So she had no idea of his ability to teleport away from her stomach, no more than any of his other participating Upsized ladies had. So her question made sense, from her perspective.

“I would be happy to take the slippery dip ride from your tongue to your tummy,” he said, “I’m Oliver.”

“Then I’m pleased to eat you, Oliver. I’m Leuralla,” she said.

They talked for a while, as she continued gardening, and then she washed her hands at a nearby tap, picked him up and took him inside.

She opened the door of a cage that was resting on a bench top, placed him inside it, and then locked it, placing the key on a shelf, well out of his reach.

“I’m sorry to have to keep you in there for a little while, but it’s just until I go and have a bath to clean up after all that time working in the garden,” she said, “You’ve really got me looking forward to eating you all up now, and I’d hate to come back and find that you’d changed your mind about the whole thing and run away.”

She walked away, and he heard the sound of the bath running, and then things went silent until she came back in a beautiful long dress.

“I don’t mind the cage at all. It kind of turns me on, but for your benefit, I can assure you I won’t be changing my mind, whether escape was possible or not.”

Looking at Leuralla, he began to think he might even feel that way if teleportation were not possible after it was over and done with.

“You seem sincere, and this was arranged at your instigation, but I have been betrayed before, by someone who seemed very sincere at the beginning, and went on to build up my expectations.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, although secretly feeling that there might be another highly arousing story behind her comments, “Would you like to talk about it?”

“I appreciate the offer to listen,” she said, taking him from the cage and resting him on the arm of the couch, while she sat down and looked at him.

“Then feel free to share anything with me,” he said, “I hardly need to promise confidentiality either, given that I’ll be going to your tummy in due course ... presumably main course.”

“Well I was planning to be upsized,” said Leuralla, “And I wanted to bring a younger man here with me to eat him when I got settled here. I saw a nice 29 year old man at a university near one of the portals into this land. I was 35 at the time. I walked straight over to him and introduced myself, and I was very honest about my intentions for him. His name was Hirum Drojestic. I asked him if he’d be willing to come here with me, with a view to my eventually eating him. I offered him romance to enjoy for his own benefit first, and it was certainly an enjoyable part of the arrangement for me too.”

In some ways, her story reminded him of the way Caitriona had come to the giant land with Flash Kiddleston with the same intention of eating him. However, Leuralla had announced this desire to Hirum back in West Lindfield on earth, and given him the option of declining her request. Yet here was another new and exciting variation on the stories he’d heard from the others. She had unashamedly made her request openly, but a request of gigantic significance nonetheless.

“It was very considerate on your part, to have told him what you had in mind,” said Oliver.

“I thought I’d been as fair about the whole thing as anyone could have been,” said Leuralla, “There are rumours going around this colony among the ladies’ chatting circles, that some of us have actually taken victims by force, to gobble them down forever. Hirum didn’t have to respond to my request. But he did, and we had a lovely courtship together, both before and after I was Upsized.  We had a pair of walkie talkies, and mine got upsized with me, so that we could keep using them here from time to time, although I was never that far away.  One night, I was woken up by Hirum calling me on his walkie talkie. I thought he was in the other room where I’d left him, but then I heard the sound of a twig snapping in the garden, and realised that he was calling from outside. He’d snuck out for a walk in the middle of the night, called me, and then stepped on a twig by accident, I guess. Hirum told me that he still very much wanted to go into my mouth, and wanted me to lick him first too, except that he’d changed his mind about being swallowed down. He just wanted all the fun bits for himself, without being prepared to honour the agreement we’d made. In short, he was cheating me out of my end of our deal. I’d thought, with fondness and affection, about eating him for several weeks, and he had the effrontery to simply back out of the deal in the middle of the night, without even telling me, until he was safely away in the garden!”

“That must have been hurtful and disappointing to your feelings,” said Oliver.

“It was,” said Leuralla, “I told him he couldn’t do that to me. I quickly picked up a torch, and ran out into the garden to catch him. He was using the plants for concealment under the cover of night. I was able to negate his latter advantage with my torch, but I turned it off temporarily, snuck around in the darkness and ambushed him from the other side of the flowerbed which had previously been concealing his retreat. I told him how badly he’d let me down, and put him in the cage until the day came to eat him. A deal was a deal, and I don’t have any regrets about it at all. It serves him right.”

“I can understand now, why you don’t want to take the same chance on me having a change of heart and escaping,” said Oliver, “But is there any reason why we can’t do it tonight? You wouldn’t have to worry about an escape attempt then.”

“Aren’t you lovely!” she said, and kissed him, “And of course we will.”

She lay back on the couch, and let him snuggle against her neck until it was dinner time. Then she took him into the kitchen and prepared him in a bowl of pavlova with strawberries and whipped cream. He stood in the soft concoction and looked up at her beautiful mouth, as it regularly intercepted a spoonful of what surrounded him, until all of it was gone. Then she gulped down a glassful of water, and picked him up.

“Still no second thoughts,” he said.

“I believe you,” said Leuralla.

“You may lick when ready, my darling,” said Oliver.

She put out her tongue and did so, until she was ready to take him into her mouth and conclude the proceedings.

He teleported directly back into his home bedroom on earth, and then realised that her tongue water was still moist on his body. He took a spare towel out of his wardrobe, dried her tongue water off himself, and then hung the towel on a coathanger from a hook attached to the ceiling. There was something extra special about knowing that he’d brought back some of the moisture from Leuralla’s tongue with him. It would evaporate in due course, or disappear into the laundry’s plumbing pipes, when the towel was put through the washing machine. But for now, he was able to climb into bed with a sample of Leuralla’s giant tongue moisture hanging only a few feet away from him. It took him over two hours to settle his excited mind and drop off to sleep.

A few days later, he met an Upsized woman named Elspeth. Before he could announce his interest in being eaten, she said, “You remind me of a young man I met when I worked in a supermarket on earth.”

“Really?” he said, “I’m Oliver.”

“I swallowed him whole, when we were reunited here, and I’m going to eat you all up too,” said Elspeth, to his secret delight.

“Can you tell me how it all came about?” asked Oliver.

“When I met him, he was buying little candy men at my checkout, which prompted a conversation about how much I’d love to eat a tiny man if one could be made,” said Elspeth, “He asked if that included him, and I was quite frank that it did. When he came here and found that I was now Upsized and well able to go through with it, he got quite a surprise, but he was very nice about it. You didn’t even know it was a possibility. So I’ll give you a few days to prepare yourself and get over the shock of what’s going to happen to you.”

“Thank you for that at least,” said Oliver, enjoying his roleplay and going wild with anticipation of being Elspeth’s presumably second victim.

The only thing was that he didn’t want to wait days to touch her tongue for the first time.

“You’re welcome,” said Elspeth.

“It might be less of a shock on the day, if I could get used to your tongue touching me first,” said Oliver, “Could you show me what it would be like to be licked by you now?”

“Absolutely,” said Elspeth, and picked him up and ran her tongue over him, “You’re even tastier than the other one! I’m really going to look forward to this.”

They got to know eachother a little over the next few days, and then Elspeth fulfilled both of their wildest dreams, as her mouth went to work on his normal sized figure with delectable devotion.

Oliver had just been through two of the most exciting gobbling encounters yet. Elspeth had been the first Upsized woman to insist on eating him ahead of him telling her how he felt about things, and he had just played along, concealing both his desire to be eaten and his ability to ensure that it was only a temporary development. Leuralla’s conflict drama with her reluctant gobbling partner had made such an impression on Oliver, that he found himself thinking of her more than Elspeth. He briefly entertained the idea of approaching Leuralla again, telling her everything and asking her to eat him a few more times, perhaps even becoming his gobbling girlfriend long term. However, he knew that to do so would be to reveal that he had in fact been the second gobbling subject who had intended on cheating her out of the outcome that she’d hoped for. He loved her too much to put her through such a disillusionment with tasty men. He would let her go on thinking that she had swallowed him once and for all, and be remembered that way in her heart.

After a week of reflecting on his thoroughly edifying (and edible) experiences with Leuralla and Elspeth, he teleported into another part of the colony, and met a breathtakingly beautiful single mother named Amberessa, who had a teenage daughter in the nearby giant girls school, which had been founded by native giantesses long before the Upsizing project had brought any new citizens to the land from earth.

Oliver stared at Amberessa’s full shapely red lips in admiration, before finding the words to express himself.

“You know Amberessa, as peculiar as it sounds, I think that being eaten by a giant lady would be the most physically stimulating thing that could happen to a man. I don’t suppose you might like to do me the considerable favour of swallowing me whole,” he said.

“I was going to do that anyway, after we’ve gotten to know eachother a little better,” she said casually.”

“I’m so thrilled to hear that!” said Oliver.

“I can’t do much talking or eating with you tonight though,” said Amberessa, “But we’ve still got a few hours left before I go to the regular single mothers support group evening party.”

“Tell me about those,” said Oliver.

“Well a single mother named Hayley started up the group, and she hosts the parties at her place. The first time I attended one, I saw a little boy your size on the table soon after I arrived. I asked him whether he was a guest or part of the food. He said his name was Jace, and that he was a guest of Hayley’s.”

Again Oliver was bursting out of his pants at the thought of having been approached by a beautiful giant party guest and asked that opening question by Amberessa.

“I’m guessing that if his answer was the former, you ate him on the spot,” said Oliver.

“Naturally, but he was a guest of Hayley’s, the only male guest there, because his size made him an oddity of sorts, particularly to the native giant single mothers who had come to the party. At the next party, he started talking to me and said that he wished he could have been eaten temporarily. I told him there’d have been nothing temporary about it if I’d had my way, but I couldn’t eat someone that belonged to Hayley in her own home. She’d have banned me from the parties forever, and I like to be able to talk about my daughter with other ladies in similar situations,” said Amberessa.

“So what did he say then?” asked Oliver.

“He actually wanted to talk more with me about it. So we spent a fair bit of the night together, hypothesizing about the idea, since I couldn’t go ahead with it. He took comfort in that, and enjoyed the giant kiss I gave him. Then he actually took the initiative of asking me to put out my tongue for him. He complimented it, and invited me to lick him. I thought it was tempting fate a bit, but I had to control myself. I enjoyed it as much as I could, without the satisfaction of gulping him down my throat into the bargain. I suggested that we could find a way around Hayley’s protective instincts, if we planned it together, so that I could end up eating him properly. He said he didn’t want to go that far, but just enjoyed the role play and the touch of my tongue and my lips at the party. So we left it at that.”

“Does he still appear at the parties?” asked Oliver.

“Well one day, my daughter and I were running a little late in getting her to school on time, but on the school pathway, I was pleasantly surprised to see Jace!” said Amberessa, “He had come to try to court another single mother named Varlie, whom he’d also met at the single mothers support group parties. He didn’t love her as much as me, but he felt safe knowing that she had not expressed any interest in eating him. When he saw me, he knew he couldn’t wait around for Varlie to see him, and darted into the bushes. I didn’t let on to my daughter that I had noticed a normal sized boy, nor that I had met him at a party and was very keen on making a nice meal out of him. I sent my daughter on her way, and then paced quickly back to where Jace had fled from the pathway. I was able to track him down and catch him easily enough, and then took him home with me. He took it as well as any boy could, given that he didn’t quite have your level of enthusiasm for his inevitable fate. I had him for lunch the very next day.”

“I think I’m in orbit,” said Oliver, “Thank you so much for telling me that exciting story.”

“I was happy to,” said Amberessa, “It was nice to be sharing it with the young man I’ll be eating next.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever land after this orbit,” said Oliver, “I mean, I don’t even want to come back to earth, so to speak, figuratively or literally.”

Amberessa laughed and put out her tongue right in front of him. She let it hang there for several seconds, and then rubbed him against it, before withdrawing it back into her mouth.

“That was a preview for you,” she said, “We’ll start the main event soon.”

She took him to the back terrace table, sat down and slowly and sensuously ate him alive.

Oliver’s next encounter was with a woman named Elsie, who was as keen as any of the others to share her previous gobbling encounter story with him. He had taken her by surprise with his willingness, asked her if she’d eaten anyone else before, and now eagerly listened to her account of an earlier adventure.

“My first living taste treat was actually a Leprechaun that I caught in Ireland before I was Upsized. I sat on the outskirts of a Pymble Garden Party on the upper North Shore of Sydney, Australia and surprised him with the revelation that he was going to be tickled by my stomach acids in the near future.”

“I know Pymble well,” said Oliver, “I came here from the North Shore too.”

“Well the leprechaun made his understandable protests, which were all to no avail, and in due course, he became a main course. It wasn’t that long afterwards, that I found out about this colony, and was Upsized into it myself.” 

“Is Elsie short for Elspeth?” asked Oliver, thinking that there was quite a similarity in the names of two recent vore crushes of his.

“I don’t know. I’ve only ever been called Elsie,” she replied, “Anyway, one day a young man made his presence known in this land, oh and he was still normal sized, by the way,” said Elsie, “He told me that he had been reading a book at the Pymble Garden Party and unintentionally overhead the entire round of dialogue between me and the leprechaun that I had been preparing to eat. He said that witnessing such a scene had stirred him into a frenzy of wishing that he could have been a leprechaun and eaten by me too. So upon discovering that I had been Upsized, he took the first opportunity to ask me to enact what amounted to the same scenario. It was obviously good for me too, and there was something even more enjoyable about it that second time. My Pymble eavesdropping admirer was one of my own people, but still normal sized unlike me. It was more arousing eating him that it had been with a leprechaun, who was more of a stranger than my admirer could ever have remained. He made his offer and I naturally accepted. There seemed to be no need to tell him that I’d have most likely done it even without his offer.”

“Keep going,” said Oliver, “You have a way of describing these events that really gets me going too.”

“Well the greater arousal grew in me over time. At first I felt a little apprehensive about eating one of my own people, albeit much smaller than me by then. The more I thought about it, and the more I considered that it was within his own wishes anyway, the more appealing and arousing it became. By the time I’d made the decision, my mouth was watering with anticipation at the very thought of eating up a young man who had been witnessing my declaration of intentions to the leprechaun. It felt even better when he was sliding from my tongue to my tummy.”

“You make it sound better than ever!” said Oliver.

He had done this several times now, and yet each subsequent lady’s new approach and new outlook had the effect of renewing the enormity of the sensations that were awakened in him. Elsie soon placed Oliver into her mouth and eventually despatched him down her throat.

The next Upsized lady he met was Louisa Zeiss. She told him that she had met a young man named Ronald who had been approaching other Upsized women to be eaten, and had ultimately been turned down by two others before he found Louisa.

“I told him I’d have done it whether he wanted me to or not, and he seemed to like that even more,” said Louisa.

“So do I!” said Oliver.

“I let him join me in the shower for a while, wearing a bikini for modesty, and then put on a dress and ate him.”

“And you’ll do it for me too?” asked Oliver.

“I’ll do it WITH you too. It’ll be for ME,” said Louisa.

“That’s even better,” he said.

Lying on her breasts, and then on her belly was a uniquely powerful prelude to the excitement of ending up inside it for Oliver, if only until he teleported away.

He had now had so many different thrilling encounters with Upsized women, that he had lost all perspective on normal life on earth. It meant nothing to him anymore, and seemed more of a forgotten fantasy realm that had lost its charm, even when he got back each time after teleporting out of an Upsized stomach.
He booked a room for two weeks in an upper Blue Mountains hotel, and enjoyed walking in the fields, the bushes, and the streets largely unaltered by time in a world heritage district. The images of women’s Upsized tongues receiving him willingly were emblazened in his thoughts constantly, and seemed to weigh more heavily in his heart as being the best scenery he’d ever travelled over. When he returned to the North Shore, to channel his teleportation energy in the district where its power peaked, he made another instantaneous journey to the giant land, and found himself in a beautiful giant garden. Walking around for a while, wondering who lived in it, he came across another portal. Making a conscious effort not to use his own power, he stepped through the portal, and came out somewhere on earth. He walked for a while until he worked out where he was, but could see no use in memorizing the portal’s location, as his own power would always facilitate the journeys into the giant land. He returned to the earth side of the portal, stepped through and then noticed a sign that had been placed in front of the portal opening. He’d recalled seeing the back of a mounted sign on his way to the portal, but had been more interested in the portal itself. Now he stepped back through the portal into the giant land and read the sign with a keen interest:

FIONA THERAPY

Upsized earth lady Fiona May, now a giantess

offers the following services with her giant mouth:

*Lonely Licks, for lonely single men.

*Mouth Massages (lying on her tongue).

*Vore Fulfilment (clients can be eaten on request).

*All services performed free of charge.

*Pull the long bell cord reaching to ground level on the

door and book your first free appointment now.

The sign included photographs of Fiona with her mouth open and closed, and with her tongue out.

Now he knew what had become of Fiona May, the only consultant who had left the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency. She had set up at home, and started this new enterprise of her own. Oliver rang the bell and was soon greeted by the most elegant Upsized woman he’d ever seen. Fiona May was an absolute stunner, with dark brown hair, full shapely lips, paler skin even than Amberessa’s, the most sweet even facial features, and the loveliest eyes.

“Hello there,” said Fiona, what can I do for you today?”

“I’m Oliver, and ideally, I’d like to have all of your services in the order they’re listed.”

“Well you couldn’t have the Vore Fulfilment before any of the others,” she said.

He realised then that he’d been a little careless. To him, he actually could simply be eaten and then teleport out for the licks, but he was not to tell her that.

“Sorry if I was overstating the obvious. It’s a lot to think about, and when I saw your lips, I couldn’t help but wonder if I might actually add one more thing to the tally first. I just didn’t know how to bring it up, as you’re not advertising giant kisses.”

“I can accommodate you there too,” said Fiona, “Let me take you inside and we’ll sit down and talk about it.”

“Do you get many clients who both find that portal and have an interest in engaging your services?” asked Oliver.

“Well let me see,” said Fiona, “The first was Sidney North, who came for a lonely licks appointment, then another, and then booked a mouth massage. The more we did, the more we wanted, and he soon booked in a vore fulfilment session, and went down happily to my stomach.”

“I’ll bet he was happy,” said Oliver, “You have the loveliest dainty neck supporting the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen.”

“My next client was only interested in lonely licks and mouth massages. That’s when things began to change for me. It was during one of our mouth massages, that I just threw caution to the wind, and suddenly gobbled him down without any warning. He’d said he didn’t want me to do it, but I’d given him all the free services he’d asked for, and I really wanted to swallow him. So that was that.”

“I think he would have told you he found it thrilling anyway, if he could have voiced his final thoughts to you,” said Oliver.

“You’re biased, because you want me to perform all three services, in addition to the unadvertised fourth one,” said Fiona.

“I guess so, but I mean that anyone who found your tongue to be beautiful enough that he’d want the first two treatments, would have to get at least some pleasure out of the third, even if he didn’t request it.”

“That’s kind of what must have been going through the mind of the next person I met,” said Fiona, “I was walking down the hallway after I’d eaten client number two. Then I caught a young man called Alphonse in the hallway, and surmised correctly that he’d been spying on the gobbling adventure I’d just had. We talked about the emotional dynamics of the various possible scenarios, and I admitted that I enjoyed it more when I was gobbling someone down without his agreement. I told Alphonse that I was going to make use of that dynamic with him shortly afterwards, without knowing whether or not he would have requested a vore fulfilment appointment too. I ate him up a few days later.”

“Lucky Alphonse,” said Oliver.

“You’re a cool one, aren’t you?”

“Beauty, thy name is Upsized tongue,” said Oliver.

“How did you know that word?” asked Fiona.

“You mean ‘Upsized’?” said Oliver, realising his second careless mistake.

Her sign had not mentioned Upsizing, and he was to be presumed to have come through the portal that led from earth directly to Fiona May’s garden, without ever having had the chance to discover the Upsizing program.

“Yours wasn’t the first portal I found,” he said, “I know about the one at the agency, but obviously I wasn’t going to be Upsized myself, given how much I want to be eaten.”

Technically it was true. He’d seen the one at the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency first, and now seen Fiona’s from her garden’s side of it, after first teleporting in under his own steam. She was not to know that he hadn’t discovered her portal from the earth side.

“Fair enough. I was just curious, and I’d half guessed at your answer anyway. The next client I had was just told that he would be participating in a vore fulfilment appointment, whether he wanted one or not, before I even took his order. He made the best of it with lonely licks and mouth massage appointments first, and then did his bit to make it more worthwhile for me.”

“Well I’m ready for the full course of treatments,” said Oliver.

He enjoyed the kisses of her sensuous lips, the licks of her sparkling tongue, the subsequent pleasure of lying on top of it, and the final journey down her throat.

After several rounds of experiences like that, Oliver became so bored with life on Sydney’s North Shore, that he took an overseas holiday to Germany for a month, before returning home to reflect further on his experiences with giantesses. He felt a new fascination with the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency. Linda Williams, Fiona May, Ellen Toulmin and Amanda Berg had been four of its five founders, and had all been willing to swallow him whole. He wanted to know more about the way the agency had been formed, and about the original inventors of the technology that had made it all possible. However, he couldn’t simply go and ask the Upsized consultants now, as they all believed that he’d been permanently eaten, except for Megan Minett. She knew of his teleportation power. He decided to approach her for more information.

Megan told him that Linda Williams had once explained several things to her:

(1)   The technology had grown out of Colleen Balfour’s original obsession with eating Leprechauns. She had developed the shrinking ray in order to reduce boys and young men to the size of leprechauns, so that she could eat them.

(2)   Later, Colleen had met another scientist named Sandra Corlani, who had studied and perfected several methods of time travel. One method involved actually using a machine to teleport a person through time.

(3)   After discovering the giant land, the two scientists had eventually combined both their technologies into a device that could teleport people into the giant land, and reverse the shrinking process Colleen had used in the past to enlarge people to giant size.

“But what about the time travel aspect?” asked Oliver, “Didn’t they ever want to make use of that as well?”

“It wouldn’t have really achieved anything of additional benefit to the Upsizing project. If anything, having people arrive in the giant land displaced in time would have caused all manner of problems and confusion. So we never made use of it. The design specifications for the time travel aspect of Sandra’s original teleporter are still on Linda’s computer, and they’re still in the machine’s capabilities too, but they’re of no use to us. We only ever use it to bring people and objects from earth to here and then to Upsize them. I doubt that anyone will ever use the time travel settings,” said Megan.

“I guess not,” said Oliver, “I see your point.”

What Oliver saw, he reflected later, was that a time travel adventure was the only thing he hadn’t tried before. He could go back in time to a point before he met the women who had eaten him, and then be eaten once more. It would be for the second time, from his perspective, but for the first from theirs.

He dismissed that idea, as it would cause a time paradox. It would corrupt the sanctity of the timeline for the adventures he’d already had. If anyone, say Fiona May for example, should eat Oliver in the past, it would mean that she would recognise him when she got up to the encounter that he had recently had with her. She would wonder how he could still exist in the present, if she had eaten him in the past. Even if he went on to explain his teleportation power, .... but then he couldn’t. His younger self would not even be aware of what his older self by a few weeks had been up to. It began to do his head in, just thinking of all the paradoxes that the situation would create, the moment he began travelling into the past and meeting his favourite Upsized gobblers again.

However the future was another matter entirely. He’d only have to make sure he wasn’t recognised, which would be easier, if they’d had more time to forget him. At worst, perhaps they’d  think he reminded them of someone they’d eaten long ago, but couldn’t possibly be the same man by their reckoning.

Using his teleportation power and a torch that he brought with him, Oliver snuck into the agency’s office after hours, and began to study the machine. He knew that it could project him into the future, if he operated it a certain way, but it would mean two things. Firstly, Linda Williams would find it set in the time travel mode the following morning, when she opened up the office for business. Secondly, he would have no way of returning to the present, unless someone else operated the machine.

He would have to ask Megan Minett to secretly send him to the future without Linda’s knowledge, and then bring him back later.

Oliver began to worry about the likelihood that her loyalty to her old colleagues and friends would be far greater than her loyalty to him. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that he had begun to exhaust the novelty of being eaten in the present anyway. So he would send himself to the future once, and stay in the future, and use his teleportation power to zip between future giant land and future earth. With that approach, he could start afresh. By then there would be more Upsized women moved into the colony from earth as well, women who had never seen him before, and hopefully some of whom were just as keen on eating him as Leuralla, Fiona May or Elspeth or Ellen Toulmin, for example. Then the problem of avoiding recognition as a dim memory from the past would have been avoided altogether.

It was a monumental decision to make, and one that he would not go ahead with that night. He switched the machine back into its regular mode, and teleported back home. After a few days of thinking about it, his mind progressed from ninety percent decided to a mind that was one hundred percent committed to this new adventure.

So with no further reservations, he teleported into the agency after hours again, set the machine for around two decades in the future, and stood in front of the lens. Nothing appeared to have happened, as he was still on the desk in Linda’s office. Then he noticed that the machine was not on the desk. It made sense that it could have been kept somewhere else on any particular night decades into the future. Linda might even have retired and handed the agency over to one of the others, or someone new. There was still a computer on the desk, although it looked unfamiliar, and was obviously a far more modern model than the one he had seen back in the present. He slid down its cord to the power point level, which was an easy jump to the floor for him, and slept under the desk on the carpet until the sun came up the next day. He snuck out of the office and began to surreptitiously explore the Upsizing colony of the future.

For several days, he didn’t bother to reveal himself to anyone. There were simply no women who caught his eye in this time period. He hadn’t run into any of the ladies he’d encountered before, and wondered if they might have moved out of the colony and into another part of the giant land, to make new friends and mingle with the native giantesses, or simply for a change of scenery in which to make a new home for themselves.

So he kept walking, helping himself to negligible portions of the berries which grew in people’s gardens, until he was much further into the colony than he had been back in the present. He would sleep in flowerbeds and keep out of sight, hoping to find a beautiful woman to renew the thrill of being gobbled whole.

One morning, Oliver awoke in a garden which had provided him with a suitable place to sleep, and was surprised to find how sunny it was. He realised that he must have slept in until the middle of the morning. He found some berries, ate as much as he needed from one, and then sat down to think about where he would head next. The back door of the house opened, and out stepped a woman whose head seemed to reach almost to the top of the door frame. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, and strode through the garden, and then sat down on the lawn. There was something incredibly strikingly familiar about her, and it came to him in seconds. Back on earth, a few years before the discovery of his teleportation power, he had found a second hand copy of a magazine some several years after the magazine had been published. He had bought it because of the beautiful picture of a supermodel’s face on the front cover, and had read all of the pages in which she featured. She was five foot 11, with a figure that nobody would have ignored, and a stunning face mounted on top of it.

What surprised him most was that she looked more beautiful, more sensuous and arousing now, than she had when the magazine had been made when she’d been over three decades younger than her current age in giant land’s future.

“We have a winner,” thought Oliver, and stepped out from the flowerbed into view.

“Hi Carol, I’m Oliver!” he said.

“And clearly you haven’t been upsized,” said Carol, “Nice to meet you, cutie.”

“You’re stunning!” said Oliver, “I thought you were great in that magazine cover you did.”

“That was at least thirty years ago,” said Carol.

“Well for me, I sort of saw it less than five years ago. I found it in a second hand shop when I was 25. I’m nearly 30 now, but I’m a time traveller. I came here from around 20 years ago, after exploring the giant colony for a while in my present time.”

“I was there then too,” said Carol.

“I hadn’t been to this house back then. So I wouldn’t have seen you. I didn’t know that you’d upsized, but it explains why you didn’t do any more magazine covers.”

“Well there’s a lot more to the story than that,” she said, “Come and sit with me and I’ll tell you.”

“Sure,” said Oliver.

“What I’m going to tell you is not so important now, but it was a classified secret back in my time. There were a number of unexplained disappearances of people concentrated particularly in two areas, namely an Irish village and Sydney’s North Shore in Australia,” said Carol, “I was recruited by a woman named Elaine Gosfit, who had started a special non-government organisation specifically for the purpose of investigating these disappearances. It was known by its acronym of D.I.R.E. (DISAPPEARANCE INVESTIGATION RETRIEVAL ENTITY). When I was 24, she also recruited a sixteen year old admirer of mine that I met on the beach near one of our secret bases, named Kyle Candy.” 

Oliver thought it best not to mention that some of her story might well turn out to intersect with what Megan Minett had once told him about an investigating organisation.

“So there was Elaine, me, Kyle, and one of Elaine’s earlier recruits named Dean. He was a bit immature back then, and gave Kyle a bit of a hard time, when Dean saw how friendly and welcoming I was to our new golden boy. Elaine set off with Kyle to investigate the Irish village, while Dean and I were assigned to pass ourselves off as G.R.O.W.T.H. agency jobseeker candidates,” said Carol.

“I’ll bet Kyle wished he was assigned to go with you,” said Oliver.

“I’m sure he did, but Dean and I were the right age to pretend to be recent business graduates. A sixteen year old school boy would have given the game away. Dean and I found out about the Upsizing program, but decided that it was harmless, and agreed to keep its existence and all of the technology a secret. Linda Williams accepted our subsequent decision to be Upsized ourselves and join the colony. So we left our old D.I.R.E. agents careers behind on earth. Over the decades, Dean mellowed out, and I finally agreed to go on a date with him, and we’ve been seeing eachother ever since.”

“Kyle must have missed you back on earth.”

“You might find his story particularly interesting,” said Carol, “He and Elaine discovered that the Irish village under investigation had a curious habit of dimension shifting into another part of this land for a while, and then returning to earth. It always returned to earth in the present, but erratically turned up at various different periods of time in this land. Kyle and Elaine were in the village one time, when it arrived here, not long before you did actually.”

“Time travel by different means,” said Oliver, recalling something Megan had told him about Sandra Corlani’s early projects, “I’ve heard a little about that already.”

“Well the village turned up on the far side of this land, or at least a very long way from here, while the D.I.R.E. (DISAPPEARANCE INVESTIGATION RETRIEVAL ENTITY) reconnaissance jet was in the village field,” said Carol, “So the jet brought Kyle and me back in contact with eachother. For me it was decades after we’d last seen eachother, but for him it was only a few weeks later. He was still more in love with me than ever, and not a little heartbroken to learn that Dean had finally won me over. So just like you, he was an admirer of mine who’d been radically displaced in time. I put him in my mouth for a while and he told me how much he enjoyed touching my Upsized tongue. He said he would like to stay in my mouth indefinetely. I told him that the next time I placed him in there, he wouldn’t be coming out at all, because I was going to gobble him all up. I’m going to do the same with you, my young fan.”

Oliver recalled that Elspeth had announced her intentions with a similar speech back in the present. It seemed that Upsized women with vore fantasies relished the element of dramatic surprise.

“How did Kyle react, if it’s not too personal a matter between you  two for me to ask about it?” asked Oliver.

“He was really taken aback, but I couldn’t let him go. He was such a cutie, and at that size difference, what a taste treat. You will be too, a fan who hasn’t met me until it happens today in this context. You’ll be even better. My only other human meal was a guy named Duncan who found his way through one of the portals and eventually met me.”

“I think you’ll be the best Upsized woman who’s ever eaten me,” said Oliver.

“Well that’s not the best way to compliment a lady, given that nobody else has had the chance,” said Carol.

Oliver knew something in that instant. He wanted to tell this woman everything.

“Actually, several have, back in my present time,” he said, “I was the only person who had been exposed repeatedly to all the residual teleportation radiation that was left in the streets of Upsized houses from the North Shore. It happened to me, because for years I was walking the streets, filming every old architecture styled house on the North Shore. I absorbed enough of the radiation to develop a teleportation power of my own. So I teleported to and from the giant land at will many times, without the aid of Linda Williams’ machine.”

“Is that how you travel through time too?” she asked.

“No. I snuck in and reset Linda’s machine to send me here,” said Oliver, “You have to understand that I’d approached all the Upsized women I could find back in the present, asking them to eat me, and enjoyed being eaten immensely each time, and then teleported directly from their stomaches back to the North Shore in Australia, before I could have been digested. Each one of them had to think that she and she alone had eaten me, permanently. Most of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency had a go at it, but without the awareness that others had done it or were yet to do it.”

“That’s quite a little set up you had going for yourself,” she said.

“Eventually I wanted to try something different, and time travel was the best idea I could come up with. It’s ironic that the woman I’m happiest to meet was around back then too. Your mouth looks even more enticing than it did on that old magazine cover, and so do your eyes.”

“Aren’t you the delightful one,” she said, “You don’t look too bad yourself.

She licked her lips from side to side.

“Oh that looks awesome!” he said, “Can you do it again, with me held in front of your mouth?”

She picked him up and swished her tongue against his face from side to side. It was like a romantic windscreen wiper.

“You can eat me as many times as you want!” Oliver exclaimed, “I’ll never get bored with it. You’re amazing.”

“Thank you. I may just take you up on that,” she said, “Although I can’t count on you for nourishment if you’re just going to pop back to earth afterwards each time.”

“I guess you can have a normal meal before or after you have me,” he said, “I wonder what earth looks like in this time period.”

“You could zap your way back and have a look and then meet me for lunch,” said Carol, “I sure hope you definitely come back though.”

“Of course I would, but now that I think of it, the world 20 years ago didn’t look as good as it did when I was a kid. The cars, the buildings, the fashions, everything had changed for the worse ... except for the supermodels.”

Carol smiled.

“And the cute young admirers,” she said.

“I think I’d rather see the inside of your house instead, and then the inside of your mouth.”

“Yes to both,” said Carol.

She carried him in and showed him around, and then sat down on the couch and placed him into her mouth for ten minutes, eventually opening it to let him out again.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

“Very much,” he said, “I wonder if you could do it with your mouth open for a while. Then I could see and feel your tongue at the same time, while you let in the light.”

“I can manage that,” said Carol, and placed him back into her mouth.

He lay on her tongue.

“I can still remember you were holding a surfboard on that magazine cover, and wearing a pale red bikini. Now I’m surfing on your soft wet tongue. I guess your second victim was rather tossed about in here, when your tongue became a Duncan wave.”

As Carol instantly understood the pun he’d been making about dunking waves, she involuntarily laughed deeply, and accidentally sucked him into her throat. He fell about halfway down and decided that the best thing to do would be to teleport back to earth, and then return to the giant land, so that they could enjoy a more controlled and intentionally swallowing of him later on. He concentrated on a little travelled bush track in West Lindfield and ...

Nothing happened.

He was still in Carol’s throat.

That simply shouldn’t have been possible. Yet try as he might, he could not manage to teleport out of Carol’s throat and back to future earth. There was nothing to do except to have Carol extract him from her throat in the only way that would work.

“Carol, I can’t climb out. The part of your tongue that starts in your throat is too slippery!” he called, “Can you cough me up!”

For a moment, he remained suspended halfway down her throat, in silence, hoping that she’d been able to hear him, that his voice had been able to carry up her throat, out through her mouth and reach as far as her ears. 

Then Oliver felt Carol Addison’s throat heaving around him. Then he was thrust upwards and back onto the level surface of the end of her tongue. She took him out of her mouth and looked at him.

“Just how much of that story you told me was true?” she asked.

“All of it. Why do you pose the question?” asked Oliver.

“It becomes a little harder to believe that you were voluntarily handing yourself over to hungry Upsized women and teleporting out of their stomaches in time to prevent yourself from taking up a more permanent form of residence in there,” said Carol.

“But that’s exactly how it happened. I enjoyed it. I wanted to do it. Why wouldn’t I?” said Oliver.

“I’m more interested in whether or not you really could have done it,” said Carol.

“Of course I could. Over and over again. First it was Amanda Berg. I asked her, and she was very happy to do it. Then I met someone called Lera Lahj, who’d already forced the same scenario on a former student of her old university. I had a session with Linda Williams, and eventually found the departed consultant Fiona May, who was running a licking and eating business of her own by then. She gave me a taunting tumble and has no idea that I’m not still in her tummy. The opportunities were almost endless, but you’re the one I’d like to do it with again and again and again. It’s so amazing to not only meet you in person, after only seeing you on a magazine cover, but to see that you’ve been Upsized as well. I didn’t even know such a thing would ever be possible, when I bought that magazine.”

“Then why didn’t you just teleport out of my throat, when you started slipping down inside it a few minutes ago?” she asked.

The look on her face conveyed more amusement than any form of rebuttal, while she awaited an answer from him.

He was now suddenly aware of two things: Firstly his teleportation power had failed him for the first time since he’d acquired it, and might well be set to fail him again every single time he tried to use it. Secondly, Carol had picked up on the problem and its obvious advantages for her.

“It didn’t work,” he admitted, and found himself shivering with surprise.

He thought of all the stories that the other Upsized women had told him. He had never really lived the same level of tension that they had faced without a teleportation gimic in their own bodies to provide the much needed happy ending after being swallowed whole.

“Well if that’s really all true, don’t you think that the important question for us, going forward, is whether it will work again in the future,” she said.

“I’ve never done it from a throat before. Maybe having all that throat and rib bone so nearby was somehow blocking the radiation from doing its work,” he said, “It always works from an Upsized woman’s tummy, perhaps because it’s mainly surrounded by belly flesh.”

“How long were you walking those streets where you absorbed the radiation?” asked Carol.

“For a few years, I’d say about five or six,” said Oliver.

“It would have been freshly lingering in those streets back then. We haven’t had any colonists from the North Shore for well over ten years now,” said Carol, “In fact, most of them have come through the dating project, and not from Sydney. I don’t think that your teleportation depended only on a level of absorbed radiation within yourself. I think that you were always able to return to the North Shore 20 years ago, because the radiation lingering on the North Shore was acting as a lodestone to help draw you back when you were ready. The radiation in your own body probably just gave your mind the ability to control the process. It wasn’t in itself what made the process possible. That radiation on the North Shore has had 20 years to disperse, and now you’ve got nothing to anchor your return from here. So put simply, you can’t leave.”

She smiled at him, well aware that he understood the ramifications.

“Then this gobbling we’re going to do will be far more special than the others. I mean it always was more special, because it’s you, but now, I mean ...”

“I know what you’re saying,” she said.

“It’s just such a shock. I mean, it’ll be more arousing than ever in a way, this time. It’s just that I’m so used to being able to get away at the end.  This time I’m headed for a tummy of no return.”

Carol burst into laughter. The sight of her mouth was more arousing and enervating than anything he’d seen before in any of his gobbling adventures. Even when she closed her mouth and he could no longer see her laughing tongue inside it, the giggling smile continued to drive him wild.

“Let’s just call it Oliver’s plot twist,” she said at last, “I’ll do what I can to make this trip to the future worth while for you first.”

She took him on long walks to secluded locations, avoided Dean for weeks at a time and showed him affection on her Upsized bed, and talked and laughed happily with him throughout the whole period of anticipation, until the day of reckoning came.

Then she placed him gently into the oven, sat on a chair in front of him and crossed her legs and smiled through the oven window at him while he warmed up slowly. Then she took him from the oven to the dining table, sat down, licked her lips, picked him up, put out her tongue and licked him several times, and then smiled happily.

“Are you glad you made the time trip?” she asked.

“I suppose I’d have found out back then eventually, depending on how long the North Shore radiation took to disperse. If I had to get caught out this way, I’m so glad it was with you and not somebody else.”

“You’re too cute for words. Enjoy the rest as much as you can,” she said.

She opened her mouth wide and placed him in on her tongue again.

She let him enjoy it for nearly half an hour, before she relentlessly gulped and gulped, carrying him down to her tummy with no further possibility of a teleportation facilitated escape.

One of Elaine Gosfit’s recruits from the Irish village, named Tremayne, had soon completed his training, and became a full fledged member of D.I.R.E. (The Disappearance Investigation Retrieval Entity; which was introduced in Book 5). In particular, he had proved his prowess with monitoring technology, such as video cameras. As a precautionary measure, which she had kept in her mind for some time, Elaine assigned Tremayne to perform regular surveillance on the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency’s West Lindfield site.

Elaine did not inform Tremayne of the fact that the agency merely posed as an earth employment office for graduates from the nearby Green Carpet Business Collge. She felt that Tremayne could help to prove himself by unearthing for himself, the fact that it was actually connected to the agency’s office in the Giant Land, and selected clients to be upsized into the giant colony, along with their homes and possessions.

In the course of his surveillance, he was surprised to see a familiar face from his past entering the West Lindfield agency office for over an hour, and then walking back out again. Years earlier, Tremayne had been filming the scenic parts of the meadow and the hills beyond with his video camera, and had then gone and settled himself down in the not too far away bushes to relax and view his film in playback mode. He had overheard a startlingly unusual conversation, and started to covertly film it. Tremayne had witnessed a beautiful woman named Brenda Leesil talking to a tiny man named Dick Flanigin. Apparently, from what they were saying, Brenda had once hired Dick Flanigin as a private detective. Since the completion of his assignment, Dick had somehow been shrunken. (For the full story, see chapters 47-50 of book 1, including the account of how Ellie Blish, mischievious student in the village, had obtained a portable shrinking device once lost by teacher Colleen Balfour. Ellie had gone around shrinking people for her amusement, and Dick had been one of her victims.).

So witnessing this back near the village in those days, Tremayne had gotten his video camera going again in time to capture most of the conversation that revolved around Brenda Leesil mercilessly telling Dick that she was going to swallow him whole for her lunch. So keen had Tremayne been to record this conversation, and the incredible gobbling scenes which followed, that he had not even taken the time to reset the film at the end of his previous recordings of the meadow scenery, which could be reshot any time. So he wiped over most of the morning’s work, as he recorded the new footage of Brenda persuading the reluctant Dick Flanigin to remove his tie and trenchcoat, making it more pleasant for her to enjoy placing him into her mouth. He had caught the entire scene on camera, as Brenda Leesil had swished Dick Flanigin around in her mouth and slowly gulped him into her throat and down to her stomach. He had still been filming, when she had licked her lips with satisfaction, stood up, and walked away with her lunch box’s uneaten contents.

Since those days, Tremayne hadn’t seen Brenda Leesil again, until now. He quickly ended his surveillance operation, so that he could follow Brenda, before she could get into her car. Apparently she had moved to Australia, and was looking for work, but why was she applying at an agency that mainly specialized in placements for recent graduates of the Green Carpet Business College?

Tremayne briskly walked over to her, still holding his video camera which was strapped around his neck.

“Brenda,” he said, as she opened the door of her car.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” she asked in a businesslike voice.

“Well I guess you don’t, but I know you,” said Tremayne, “I was resting after a morning’s work one day in Ireland, years ago, when I overheard you telling your former private investigator Dick Flanigin, that you were going to ... eat him for your lunch. I couldn’t help watching from the bushes, where I witnessed the whole event.”

“And how do you plan to prove something, which nobody else would believe?” asked Brenda.

“I had this going at the time,” he said, pointing inward at his video camera.

“Well ... people might hear us out here. Do you want to sit in the car and talk to me?” asked Brenda.

“Sure,” said Tremayne.

She sat on the driver’s seat, leaned across and unlocked the passenger door.

He walked around and got in and sat down.

“Do you want money, or are you just going to turn me in anyway?” she asked.

“I don’t want either of those things,” said Tremayne, “I was just hoping we could talk about it. It was incredible seeing you here, all these years after eating a shrunken former employee of yours. You looked so carefree and unconcerned, as you came out of the employment agency, probably just about to start a great new job. I found it strangely exciting, just as I did when I was filming you eating Dick Flanigin.”

“So you still have that old film,” she said.

“Yes, but I haven’t shown it to anyone, and I wouldn’t.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that very much,” she said, “Actually they said they didn’t have any work for me at the agency. Their positions often go the nearby college graduates first. I’m sorry that we got off on the wrong foot just now. When it looked like you were confronting me, I made assumptions.”

“That’s okay. I’m Tremayne. I’ve watched that film a few times since. The sight of your sparkling tongue coming out of your mouth, when you ate him, is just priceless!”

“Did you want to film it again?” she asked.

“No, it’s not that. I just wanted to ask a few things. For example, have you ever regretted eating Dick?”

“No, never. He was there. He had no say in the events that reduced his size, and there was no reason for him to have any say in being eaten. It seemed like a nice idea at the time, and I have only the happy memories of doing it. Does that meet with your disapproval?”

“Certainly not. I just wish you could do it to me too,” said Tremayne.

“Well I would have, if you’d been reduced in size as well,” said Brenda.

“I never came into the circumstances that, from Dick’s perspective, worked against him so badly, but would have been a real treat for me,” said Tremayne, “But knowing that you want to do it, as much as I want it to happen .... Well that just makes me want to keep talking with you about it as often as possible.”

“I’d like that as well,” said Brenda.

“I don’t suppose I could ... well, do the next best thing, by putting my fingers in your mouth and rubbing them against the upper surface of your tongue,” said Tremayne.

“You’d be most welcome, but we’d better go to your place for that,” said Brenda, “If people came walking past this car and saw us doing it here, it would look strange, to say the least.”

Tremayne gave her directions, as she drove to his home, and walked her inside. They sat on the couch, and Brenda opened her mouth and enjoyed the feel of his fingers sliding over her tongue. To Tremayne, it was already the thrill of a lifetime, to actually be touching the beautiful tongue that he had previously only seen on an old video which had formed his first piece of scientific evidence about the previously deemed impossible events that day in Ireland.

They met many times in the weeks ahead and discussed what it would be like for him to be eaten by her. She marvelled at his abnormal enthusiasm, recalling the reactions she’d had from Dick Flanigin and the few other shrunken men she’d eaten back in Ireland.

One day, Tremayne was visited by another woman, who said she was a friend of Brenda’s named Hermione.

“I’m going to meet Brenda today,” said Hermione, “She asked me to collect you, if you wanted to join us.”

“I’d love to,” said Tremayne, wondering if Brenda had confided in Hermione the extraordinairy nature of the special friendship between Brenda and himself.

Hermione led him on a walk, which started in the bush behind the Green Carpet College and the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency, and suddenly took them through a portal and into a different set of plant life entirely.

To his surprise, Brenda stood towering in front of Hermione and himself, now a giant woman.

“This is the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency’s main operation,” said Brenda, “Thanks for bringing him, Hermione. We’ll be fine now.”

“I’ll be off then,” said Hermione, and stepped back through the portal to earth.

“This is a giant land, and the agency actually runs a program called Upsizing, which enlarges people like me, as you can see, along with our homes and possessions,” said Brenda.

“So now you can really do it!” said Tremayne, “You can really eat me!”

“They interviewed me again and said I would be a good candidate,” said Brenda, “Does the situation lose any of its appeal for you, now that it’s become an inevitable reality?”

“I don’t think so,” said Tremayne, “It’s just like working the problem from the other end. We may never have found a way to make me smaller, even if we’d gone back to Ireland. Instead we’ve found a way to make you bigger. It works!”

“And you’re really just as willing to face this?”

“How could you possibly doubt me? I only came to you in the first place, because it was all I could think of.”

“I’m very grateful that you did. Nobody else has ever volunteered for the idea,” said Brenda, “And of course, I never expected that anyone would.”

“So when will we do it?”

“You won’t have long to wait, maybe just a few days. I’ll take you to my Upsized house for now,” said Brenda.

He enjoyed the feel of her lovely hand around him, as he was gently carried to her now gigantic home and placed on a high cupboard, with some comforts laid out for him.

“You seem to be genuine, and I doubt you’ll change your mind and try to escape, but it doesn’t hurt to make sure,” she said.

“Of course, I understand,” said Tremayne.

In some ways, their conversations over the next few days were merely a continuation of their earth based discussions about the pleasures that awaited them both. However, talking to a now Upsized Brenda Leesil made the situation relatively imminent and extremely enervating for Tremayne. He had completely lost all interest in any of the lifestyle that he had left behind on earth. All that awaited him now was Brenda Leesil’s beautiful mouth, climaxing with her shapely tongue, and the gulping that would take him down into her stomach. Recalling the sight of her carefree demeanour the first day that he’d seen her again, in Australia, he imagined what she would look like in a few years time, after she had long since eaten Tremayne himself, just as she had once eaten Dick Flanigin.

When the day came around, only a few days later, she sat at a table, and he looked up at her towering form with admiration.

Swishing her tongue around and licking her lips from side to side, Brenda’s soft giant hand brought Tremayne towards her awaiting mouth, and into contact with her swishing tongue. He enjoyed the feel of every second of it, before she began to lick him with her whole tongue at once. In the brief moments when she was repositioning her tongue in her mouth, before putting it out to administer another lick, he gaped in awe at her neck, visualizing himself sliding down inside it.

Finally Brenda lifted him a little higher, holding only his legs in her fingers, tilted her head back, extended her tongue out of her mouth, dangled him over it, and let him look into her maw with anticipation. Then she very slowly lowered him onto her outstretched tongue. He felt himself making contact with it, and then saw himself being drawn slowly into her mouth. Now he was inside her mouth, actually surrounded by her mouth!

He slid not only his fingers but his entire hands and arms around on the back of her tongue now, enjoying every second of it. Brenda drew the pleasures for both of them out for quite a long time, before she eventually gulped him into her throat. He felt himself sliding downwards, and still couldn’t feel the feintest trace of regret.

Mortimer (last seen several chapters ago, just before the discovery of the Portal in the Air), had continued exploring the giant land, approaching both native giantesses and upsized earth women with his requests to date them. He was continually told that he was too young or too small or that they were already in relationships of their own. As his disheartened state began to worsen, he decided that the odds were stacked against him if he remained in the Upsized colony. Most of the Upsized women had, by their own admission, come to the colony along with boyfriends who were being Upsized at the same time, so that they could continue their relationships as residents of the Upsizing colony in the giant land.
Mortimer came to the conclusion that the only way to meet an unattached giantess was to venture out of the colony and into the giant land’s other kingdoms and districts. There he stood a much better chance of encountering a giantess who was in the same completely single state as himself. Then he only had to hope that he would find one in that category who considered a relatively tiny young earth man to be attractive.

It took him several weeks to walk right through the Upsizing colony and make his way into the nearest district of native giants and giantesses. After crossing a large field, he came to an estensive flower bed, and sat down to rest. While he was lying on his back, he saw a pretty girl around his own age walking towards him with a picnic basket. She saw him and invited him to join her.

“I’ll just have to spread the rug first, and then we can both get comfortable, little fellow. You’re welcome to share in my lunch,” she said.

They made friends and began talking. She explained that she picnicced in this spot every day, except on the giant land’s equivalent of weekends. So for the next few weeks, he was sure to be there to meet her and further their friendship. When he got to the end of the fourth week, he didn’t want to wait another two days to see her again before making his romantic pitch.

“We’ve been coming here for around a month now,” he said.

“Something like that,” she replied.

“If you’re coming here as usual in three days time, would you mind if I thought of it as a date?” he asked.

“Are you saying that you’d like to court me?” she responded.

“Yes, very much so.”

“I imagine I would,” she said, as his heart rose with anticipation, “Except that I’ve been going steady for the last six years. I do like our conversations though. I haven’t told anyone else about you. I’ll see you again in three days’ time ... if you’re still keen on coming again. I’m sorry I had to hurt your feelings.”

He knew it wasn’t her fault.

“Here we go again!” he thought, as she turned and walked away, “There’s always somebody else for these giantesses.”

Despondently he started walking through the flower bed. She had gotten into the habit of leaving him enough food to live on until she returned a day or three days later. So he had made his home in the flowerbed and looked forward to her return. She had left him a small plastic container, which to him was the size of a refridgerator, with another three days worth of provisions. Yet he knew he couldn’t just stay in this one location where his love was not reciprocated anymore. He knew he had to move on.

Mortimer opened the container and saw that the provisions included a giant cupcake with pink icing sugar.

He dipped his hand in the icing sugar and used it to write on the container lid:

Sorry. It hurts my feelings too much.

I have to move on.

I liked our conversations too.

Thank you for them.

Love, Mortimer.

The lettering was just big enough for her to read. With that, he started to walk through the flower bed. He shed a few tears, then a lot more, as months of hurt and rejection came pouring out of his eyes and down his cheeks in drips of liquid manifestation. It was the feeling that it was never going to change which hurt him so much. If he’d known all along that he would eventually meet the right giantess who would love him back, then it wouldn’t have hurt at all. He would have taken each rejection as being merely a part of the process which was leading him in the direction of finding the one who would say yes.

His tearful recollections were interrupted by the sound of someone blowing a raspberry. He looked around as the sound continued, and then felt a large drop of moisture hit his forehead. Yet it was the sunniest day he could remember, and his tears could not have flowed upwards from his eyes. He tilted his head back and looked up. Beyond the flowers he could see the lower part of a long elegant dress. He looked up to the waist, higher and higher, past the chest, and then the neckline, and then beyond the neck to the face. The giantess who was still blowing a raspberry with her tongue partly out, was Bunny Phipps! (last seen in chapter 3)

“I ... felt the tongue moisture from your raspberry blowing landing on my forehead,” he said.

“Sorry about that,” said Bunny, “I just wanted to let you know I was here. You were headed in my direction, but not looking upward. You would have run away if you’d seen me. So I thought I’d that my tongue would say hello from above ... along with the rest of me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice you sooner,” he said.

“I imagine you are,” she said, with a slight trace of amusement in her voice, “I said it would be nice to catch you again one day.”

She stooped down and picked him up and walked out of the flowerbed.

Bunny soon noticed the container and sat down beside it. She read his message to the other giantess written in pink icing.

“Oh, have I been interrupting something?” she asked.

“Nothing that really matters now,” he said.

She held him right in front of her eye.

“Say, you’ve been crying,” she said, “One drop of tongue moisture dripping from my raspberry greeting wouldn’t have done all that to your face. Do you mind if I clean you up a bit?”

“Do you mean with your tongue? I don’t mind that at all.”

She licked his face a few times, and then withdrew her tongue.

“How’s that?” she asked.

“Much appreciated actually. Thank you,” he said.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, but I’d be a good listener if you want to.”

He found her presence strangely comforting.

He told her all about his string of rejections from Upsized women, his eventual departure from the colony, his meeting with the young giantess at the edge of the flowerbed, their almost daily picnics, and conversations, his eventual attempt to ask her on a date, and her final disappointing news.

“And you would have spent those four weeks building up such strong false hopes,” she said, “I’m sorry to hear that you went through all that. My partner and I have separated only last week. So I’ve been in a bit of a grieving state myself. Catching you again has already cheered me up a lot. I’m so glad to have a second chance to eat you all up.”

“If you two aren’t together anymore, can’t you be my girlfriend now instead?” he asked.

“I’m not going to spare you a second time,” she said, with the old amusement returning to her voice in a way that was both arousing and foreboding.

“Well believe it or not, I’m not upset with you,” he said, “After all, you did give me a good long chance at finding true love, which I wouldn’t have had if you’d eaten me like your earlier captives the first time we met.”

“I appreciate you saying that,” she said, “There just doesn’t seem to be any point in denying myself the enjoyment of eating you any longer, if you’re just going to keep striking out with every woman you meet anyway. And you might think of it this way too: When I’m eating you in the near future, I’ll be sparing you from bringing any more of that long saga of agony and rejection upon yourself. Once you’ve been in my tummy for a little while, you won’t even be aware that it ever happened anymore.”

“It wouldn’t have happened at all if just one of those giantesses and upsized women had the good taste to simply press her giant lips against mine a few times, let me snuggle up to her cheeks for a night and talk romantically with me for a while. I don’t know why that was always too much to ask for from life,” he said.

“And those brief experiences would have made you happy?” asked Bunny.

“Originally that would have been all I was looking for. After my time in your mouth when we first met, I was also going to ask if I could lie on my true love’s tongue if I ever met a true love. That would have completed all the experiences. When I think about it, you’re the only one who’s even given me that nice time.”

“It’s awful that you’ve been hurt so much, even if it’s technically nobody’s fault,” said Bunny, “Although I do wonder if this latest girl might have put a bit more thought and effort into not leading you on for weeks like that.”

“Well I guess she didn’t know I liked her that way. She was just being friendly and fascinated with somebody of a vastly different size. Perhaps she thought that our picnics meant nothing more to me either,” said Mortimer.

“Well I’m going to do something about it,” said Bunny, “I’m certainly going to spend the next few weeks looking forward to swallowing you all the way down at the end of a delightful treat of eating you for the most delicious lunch I’ve ever had in my life. I really mean that. Don’t forget that I’ve had a few other young men in my mouth and my stomach before meeting you, and then I enjoyed your taste most of all. But first I’m going to give you four weeks of the complete fulfilment of all those simple things you said you’ve always wanted from a woman. It will be beneficial to me too, to know that when I’m gulping you down my throat, you have four happy weeks of being with me in your thoughts, instead of being under the heartache and depression that can be the only result of your previous encounter, not to mention all the women who hurt you before that.”

“I ... don’t know what to say,” said Mortimer.

She brought him to her lips and kissed him slowly for well over a minute.

“I love you,” he said, when his face was clear again.

“You’re most welcome to,” said Bunny, “.... You’ve never seen my house, have you? I’ll take you home with me now.”

She placed him just under the top of her dress, so that he could ride on her shoulder blades, with his head sticking out, and started walking.

“I can’t imagine that I’ll be thinking of those other giantesses and upsized women anymore,” said Mortimer, “Do you ... do you ever still think about those other men you’ve eaten? I mean, stop me if it’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s an understandable question. I can give you the honest answer. I have had pleasant recollections of the times when I was eating them, and also of the times when I first told them that eating them was what I was leading up to. But there came a time when all those memories weren’t returning to my thoughts anymore.”

“When was that?” asked Mortimer

“The day I very nearly swallowed you before,” said Bunny.

“That’s a lovely thing to say to me, regardless of the implications. I’m so glad you told me that.”

“I truly mean every bit of it. I know I’m going to remember both our initial meeting and the day I gobble you all the way down. I will remember that happily every day for the rest of my life.”

“In some way, even though I won’t be aware of it then, it makes me feel very special to know it now.”

“You ARE very special.”

They reached her house in due course, and had a relaxing conversation on her couch, with him resting comfortably on her chest, until dinner time. Then she lay him on her neck on the bed and talked with him for over an hour, before redirecting him to beside her cheek on the pillow.

The following night, he slept the entire eight hours inside her mouth. After that they alternated nights of him being either on the pillow or in her mouth, until the four weeks were up.

He awoke a few minutes before her that morning, and waited until he saw her eyes open.

“Today’s the day of the most important lunch of my life ... and of yours,” she said, “Have the last four weeks been everything you hoped for?”

“All that and more,” he said.

“Were you able to fully enjoy it, knowing what’s coming up today?”

“All the more, because of the relatively imminent approach of that significant event,” he said, “And I certainly don’t regret meeting you. Can I ask something about that period between our first meeting and our reunion in the flowerbed?”

“If I know the answer I can’t see any reason for not telling you,” she said.

“In that time, when you didn’t know if you’d ever see me and catch me again, when you thought back to how close you came to swallowing me that day ... Well, did you ever regret letting me go?”

“Do you know, this might sound terrible, but I actually oscillated between imagining what it would have been like to have kept gulping you down when you called out from my throat, and the other alternative that I did take of hearing you out and giving you your reprieve. I kept telling myself that the odds were against my recapturing you, and that now I would never have you in my tummy. However, I also kept on telling myself that I’d eaten several other men already, who were almost as appealing as you, and that if I hadn’t let you go, then you’d never have the chance to find the love I had already experienced and expected to go on experiencing. So I had thoughts on both side of the situation going on in my mind at the same time.”

“I guess you were so happy when you saw me in the flowerbed four weeks ago,” said Mortimer, and realised that at some level, he’d been ecstatic too.

“As soon as I spotted you, I knew I’d never let you go again. I thought it would be fun to surprise you by blowing that raspberry.”

“From that perspective, down there, it didn’t give me the best view of your tongue while you were doing it. I was aware of that ironic disappointment, even in my distraught state.”

She licked her lips from side to side, sliding her tongue against his own face and neck in the process.

“Was that a better view?”

“And a fabulous feeling.”

“More to come, in a few hours time,” she said.

They spent the morning together, and then she placed him on the bench behind a bowl of cream. He watched her manually whipping it, aroused at the sight of her forearms and hands at work, even more aroused when she dipped her finger in the finished product and licked the tip of it clean.

“Back shortly,” she said, and walked to the other side of the room.

She came back with a punnet of strawberries, smiling down mischievously at him.

“Only the best to keep you company,” she said.

She poured the strawberries into the bowl, and then stirred them around in the cream with a large plastic ladle. Then she licked it clean, as he marvelled in awe at her towering tongue going to work on every last drop of white substance.

Then she put down the ladle and her hand approached him. She closed her fingers relentlessly but painlessly around him and lifted him up, held him above the bowl, lowered her hand until his feet were just above the surface of the cream, and then slowly released her grip. He sank into it light quick sand, until he was up to the base of his neck.

“It’s not too deep, is it?” she asked.

“No. I’m not on tippy toes or anything like that. I should be comfortable in here, until ...”

“Until you go in here, I know,” she said, and opened her mouth wide for a few seconds.

He looked inside in awe and wonder at what awaited him.

“I think I’ll enjoy gobbling you up more, if the cleanup afterwards is minimal,” she said, “You don’t mind waiting while I wash up everything else but your bowl, do you?”

“Why would I object to that?” he asked.

“Well I just wondered if you’d reached a stage of wishing it was all over.”

“I promise you, I’ll enjoy every bit of it as much as you, right up to the second last part of it,” he said.

“By that, I assume that you mean that the last part of it would be the full gulping down my throat this time, with no possibility of appealing to me for another reprieve,” she said.

“Not even that, really. I know there’s not going to be any chance to come back out of your mouth again this time, and therefore no chance to come back out of your stomach either. So I might as well enjoy the thrill of being gulped down your throat and fully swallowed this time. It’s only the inevitable end that it all comes to when I reach that destination that I would count as the less desirable final stage of the whole experience.”

“I never bothered to say this to the other little men, but my stomach acids don’t cause me any burning stinging pain on my tummy flesh, and they won’t cause any for you either. Because you’re smaller and no more dense in your matter than any other piece of food I’ve eaten, you’ll be dissolved by my stomach acids, and become a part of the ongoing me, that future me with whom you won’t be able to interact anymore. So you’ve no need to fear any pain from the experience, only the finality of it, and you won’t have to think about that for long. I imagine that the process of digesting you would take no longer than an hour, and you might well lose consciousness at any point in that hour. So apart from thinking about the inescapable fact of being digested, your worries will be needless. I suppose you might even consider giving some thought to picturing me going about the rest of my afternoon, my fate unchanged by the lunch time events that are only a short while away for you. Or maybe I’m being a bit needlessly cruel by suggesting that. Perhaps I shouldn’t have said it.”

“It’s fine. In fact, it sounds like a nice way to spend those thoughts while I’m still in the conscious early stages of being digested as you intimated. I suppose it would be easier to engage my mind in those thoughts, if I know what you’ll be doing during that time. Have you made any definite plans for your actions straight after lunch?”

“Sure, let me see. Well I’ll take about five minutes to wash up the bowl you’re in and the spoon that I’ll be using to eat the strawberries with first.”

“I’m going to be so enervated while watching you do that,” he said, “Eating the strawberries, I mean. I won’t be in any position to watch you washing the bowl and spoon.”

“It’s alright. I understood exactly what you meant. It’s very flattering.”

“Well what will you do next?”

“I was thinking I might go out and sit on the couch, look around the room a little, think about how lucky I am to be able to go on using that room just as I always have, and then quite honestly, I’d like to feel you being slowly digested. While you’re lying or sitting in my stomach acids, being digested, thinking about me sitting comfortably on the couch with the rest of the day ahead of me, I’ll be thinking about you down in my stomach being digested.”

“There was almost more cream in the bowl than you originally supplied while you were saying that,” he said.

She smiled down at him.

“Perhaps you should put your hands where I can see them.”

He raised his arms and let his hands rest just above the surface of the cream.

“I don’t think I can maintain this position without a lot of strain,” he said.

“I was just joking. You can put your hands down again ... to wherever they were when I said it.”

Mortimer watched as Bunny picked up the bowl and started walking. He looked up at her neck and then the confident happy look in her eyes.

“If you had gulped me down the day we first met, we wouldn’t have had all this fun with the strawberries and cream,” he said.

“No, I dare say we wouldn’t,” she said, “And you’ve clearly enjoyed the other compensations.”

“They weren’t compensations. They were complete fulfilment. This is just the unavoidable price that’s finally being paid,” he said.

“You are truly too kind.”

She reached the table, lowered the bowl and sat down.

He looked up in admiration and wonder as she spooned the first strawberry onto her awaiting tongue. It was dripping with cream. One by one, he saw each strawberry giving a fair imitation of the astounding feat he would soon be performing, as it slid down her visibly gulping neck without any of the awareness that he would soon have.

When all of the strawberries were gone, she licked the spoon several times and then picked him up and put out her tongue.

Something didn’t look right this time, not so arousing at all.

“I’m not trying to delay anything, but could you clean all the cream out of your mouth and off your tongue with a drink of water, before you start on me?” he asked.

“I’m sorry. I should have thought of that. It will help me to appreciate your taste more too,” she said, “I might as well wash the bowl and spoon first too. That way I can go straight to the couch while I’m digesting you. Just tell me that you’re not seriously thinking of trying to get down to the floor and run off.”

“Why don’t you take me with you to wash things, and have your drink. Better still, why not take me to the couch after that, and eat me on the couch. Then all you’ve got to do is sit there and contemplate my digestion while I sit there and contemplate your comfortable revelrie on the couch. It’ll be even easier to do that from your stomach, if it’s the last view of the outside of you that I see, namely you on the couch just before you put me into your mouth.”

“Yes to all of the above, and thanks for being such a nice little admirer about all of this. I know I didn’t leave you much choice, but you’ve kept on continually showing me all the different ways in which you really are very special.”

She picked up the bowl, with the spoon still resting in it, with one hand, and carried Mortimer with the other, until she reached the kitchen. She sat him on the bench while she washed the bowl and spoon and then filled a glass of water up. He looked at her raising the glass to her mouth, and tilting her head back, showing him an even more awesome view of the neck which would soon be gulping him down. He heard the sound of the water being gulped by her beautiful neck, and then watched her put down the glass, pick him up again and take him to the couch.

Bunny sat down on the couch, held Mortimer in front of her face and smiled at him.

“It’s been a long period of anticipation for both of us, hasn’t it?” she said.

“I’ve enjoyed every moment of it.”

“Can I ask you something about the period between the two times I caught you?”

“Sure.”

“Did you ever think about being caught by me again?”

“I kept thinking that I’d end up in the permanent care of whichever giantess eventually returned me affections. Every time I was rejected, the only pleasant thoughts I had were in the past, recalling the day I was in your mouth.”

“I hadn’t thought about it like that. Now I’m no longer so disappointed in all those women who rejected you. If they hadn’t, then they’d have saved you from my stomach. So in a way, they’ve actually been helping me the whole time, albeit without knowing that.”

“I guess they also made it possible for me to finally get the giant kisses from the giantess I most wished to perform them,” he said.

“Do I really hold that position in your heart?” she asked.

“I thought you knew that,” said Mortimer.

“No. I thought you were just making the most of having your kisses from me, because I was the only one who made the offer as a prequel to going ahead with my plans to gobble you all up.”

“Never. You were always ... the one I loved most. The danger was just inextricably linked with that love.”

“I could almost settle for the memories of my past little men meals,” she said.

That word ‘almost’ had never carried more decision making power in human history.

“I can understand why you can’t. I guess I always could, every time I chased one of those Upsized women. In the back of my mind, I knew I was only after the second best preferred option, and it hurt all the more that I couldn’t even win one of them over. I guess it’s very heart warming to know that you’ll always think of those other little men meals as second best in comparison to me,” he said, “I guess there’s not much more we can say, is there?”

“I’m glad we said everything we did though,” she said, “I’m going to enjoy the next few minutes all that much more, knowing that we did.”

“I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Then enjoy it as much as you can. Farewell, my little darling.”

She opened her mouth, put out her tongue and licked him slowly several times.

Then she opened her mouth wide, placed him inside it, and let him repeat the experience of lying on her tongue. This time what she did next would not take him by surprise when it happened. At the same time, he would not be lying on her tongue blissfully unaware of the gulping which would soon follow on this last occasion.

He savoured every second of the feel of her soft moist tongue underneath him, turning his head from side to side to expose both of his cheeks to the feel of her tongue, and then lay down with his face on one side for the remaining minutes.

Then he felt her gulping him toward her throat. This time he made no effort to call out or to delay the outcome any further. There was no point in appealing to her again. All had been said and done. He slid into her throat and found himself looking down into blackness, with the moisture of her throat’s part of her tongue still pressing against his face and chest and shoulders and arms. He was there for about ten seconds. Then he felt her gulping again.

“This is it,” he thought, “Not that I didn’t know it for the last four weeks, but there’s no coming back from this.”

Her powerful gestures carried him down her throat, until he landed in her stomach. He immediately felt a tingling on his skin, and was pleased to know that she had been correct in telling him that it wouldn’t cause him any burning pain. He settled himself into a comfortable position and pictured her in the posture on the couch that he had last seen only fifteen minutes or so ago. He imagined the contented look in her eyes, as they panned around the visible half of her lounge room. He thought of the carefree outlook she had on her future with the knowledge that he was facing his current situation in her stomach. He thought, and then, ....

As the next instalment on this saga builds on at least two storylines or concepts introduced in earlier books, it might be beneficial to make brief mention of those precedents here: In Book One, teacher Colleen Balfour dug up the underground leprechaun town in the Irish meadow, and sprayed food colouring over most of the leprechauns, making their invisibility ineffective. She captured all of the disclosed victims, along with her shrunken friend Tarquin, took them home and spent the next month eating them at meal times. The surviving leprechauns used an ancient artifact of theirs called the Ring of Reversal to revert time backwards, to a point before Colleen had discovered their underground realm. Then they took steps to prevent the outcomes experienced by their fellow leprechauns in the previous timeline.

In Book Two, another teacher, Sandra Corlani formed a time class, in which she taught her multiple methods of time travel to students who had come from every regular class in the educational institution where she taught in the Irish village. Many of the male students made journeys into the past, with each one using his preferred method of time travel. What neither the leprechauns nor the students knew was that the Ring of Reversal’s interaction with the many discharges of Colleen’s shrinking device had created a reducing effect in the time stream. Anyone who time travelled back through the period affected by the Ring of Reversal would emerge in the past at tiny size. Encountering the younger selves of beautiful women they had known back in the past, in most cases before those women had met the students and known who they were, all the students reduced by time travelling were eventually eaten by the women they so adored.

What distinguished Clarence Gallagher’s destiny from the other students was that, in his more standard curriculum of education, he found history to be the most boring an uninspiring of all first year subjects. He could see no point in learning about events that had long since become obsolete. For that reason, he felt a fairly conscious disinterest in the idea of using time travel to visit the past. So instead, he set his sights on exploring the future. Sometimes he wondered if the knowledge that his fellow students had acquired had gone on to become a legacy of education in the future. If that was the case, could there already be people from the future who had employed methods of time travel to visit his own time? Could he have seen the occasional person walking the streets of the village, with no awareness that the person was in fact a visiting time traveller from the future? There seemed to be little point in thinking about that. He had gone through prep/elementary school in Sydney, Australia, before being orphaned and moving to stay with an Aunt in Ireland. The misfortune of his family loss had led to the benefits of being a priveleged student in an elite class for trainee time travellers. He would not let it go to waste.

Using his time machine, Clarence travelled 700 years into the future. The first people to meet and befriend him were members of the local Science Scouts. They told him, that over the centuries since his own time, the Boy Scouts and Girl Guides movements had largely died out. With the invention of mobile phones and the internet, most adolescents would spend all their time gazing into tiny screens as if they’d found the meaning of life. The only young people interested in anything else were visionary scientists. So the Boy Scouts and the Girl Guides were merged into a new movement or organisation called the Science Scouts. Three of them, named Gary, Irma and Luana were fascinated to know that someone from the distant past had built a working time machine, while nobody in their time knew anything about it.

As has already been explained, every other student of Sandra Corlani’s time travel class had been shrunken by their time travel into the past, and subsequently eaten by a beautiful woman. Sandra Corlani herself had only shared her technology with her students; one of whom had ironically been subsequently eaten by Sandra’s own younger self in the past. She had shared the teleportation aspects of the technology (the means by which the time traveller could also be displaced geographically) with Colleen Balfour, after Colleen had become a giantess and moved to the giant land. With that, Colleen had built the teleporting size altering device which had enabled her to bring other people into the giant land, and enlarge the sizes of interested women. When Colleen had died, she had left her technology to her old friend Linda Williams (in Book Five). Linda had used it to form the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency and start the Upsizing program, which led to the establishment of a colony of upsized earthlings from Sydney Australia, in a part of the giant land that was also accessible by a few portals spread over the bush reserves of Sydney’s North Shore. Colleen had never made use of the time displacement aspects of Sandra’s technology. So nobody in the Upsizing colony had any knowledge of time travel.

The result of all these developments was that Sandra’s legacy of time travel knowledge was largely lost to Colleen’s disinterest and to all of the students who had carried their secrets into the mouthes and stomaches of the past selves of women they’d admired. There simply hadn’t been anyone else to pass on the knowledge to other earth students after Colleen and Sandra had concluded their teaching professions. So 700 years down the track, Clarence had brought a rare secret indeed into the lives of Irma, Gary and Luana. They welcomed him into the Science Scouts, after he took one trip back to his present, to explain to his aunt that he would be living in the future from then on. She was somewhat surprised to learn about time travel, but embraced her own increased freedom, now that he seemed able to map out his own future.

The Science Scouts did have one piece of knowledge that could add something to Clarence’s time machine, or at least Irma did. She installed a button at the front of the console, closer than the time and geographical displacement dials, which was inspired by something she’d read in a digital copy of an ancient time travel novel.

“With this, you can prevent being hijacked by any unwanted criminal time travellers,” said Irma, “It’s called the retention field. If someone’s holding a gun at you, and trying to force you to take the time machine somewhere you don’t want to go, you just let them think you’re going to comply, and then press the button. It uses a rare metal around which the ray is fired, and puts a field of energy around the hijacker, that makes time and geographical travel impossible for anyone caught in the retention field.”

(Irma and Clarence were unaware that the metal was actually the same metal that had once been built into the fireplace of Avenel Handley’s house, when Megan Minett was trying to teleport Avenel’s house into her office to be Upsized onto a vacant giant lot in due course. See Book Four for the full details).

“So what happens to the potential hijacker?” asked Clarence.

“The time machine vanishes around them, leaving them standing on the grass or floor or wherever the time machine was positioned prior to its take-off,” said Irma, “You get away, and there’s nothing the hijacker can do.”

He would take them on journeys into their past, but never travel back further than his own present time, as he had no interest in visiting his past. Gary’s, Irma’s and Luana’s past was 700 years of his future, which continued to hold his interest and motivate him to take them on trips to explore it with him.

Under their guidance, he had briefly used time travel into their immediate past in order to manipulate some major financial acquisitions for himself, without causing any noticeable corruption to the time stream. This enabled him to afford to live long term in the future.

When he was 23 years old, the small circle of friends who knew his secrets began to go their separate ways. Gary and Irma left the Science Scouts and got married. Luana had seen enough of the past, and reached the point of feeling the same way as Clarence had felt in his own time. She wanted to see a little of the future beyond her own time as well as just beyond Clarence’s. He took her a little over 100 years in the future, before he hit a barrier in the time stream, which prevented him from taking the machine any further. He could see no visible impediment, but was unable to progress beyond 811 years into his own future.

Both Clarence and Luana were unaware that the world in its present form would eventually end at some point beyond 811 years into Clarence’s future... and they would never be permitted to see it.

As predicted in the book of Revelation (the final book in the Bible), Jesus would return to earth from heaven, take the Christians (people who accepted his atoning death for their sins and chosen to follow him as their Lord and Saviour) up to heaven, while the rest would reap the natural death consequence of their rejection of God. (Author’s note: the author has no suicidal vore fantasy at all, just a desire to physically role play through the motions of being eaten by a giantess, without being permanently lost to a fatal outcome in the woman’s stomach. All of his stories are written for fantasy and entertainment only). After the redeemed followers of Jesus had enjoyed 1000 years in the paradise of heaven in brand new bodies with their youth permanently restored, God would destroy the old earth, destroy the Devil, and recreate a new perfect earth which could not be plunged into sin, sickness and suffering. With Satan no longer alive to corrupt the planet with temptation, things would never go wrong as they had once gone wrong in the Garden of Eden. People would live forever, free to travel between heaven and the new earth, never to suffer even the smallest momentary depression, perfectly happy ever minute of every day.

However, as Jesus had told his disciples when he’d lived on earth during the Gospel times, nobody would know the day or the hour of his return to initiate the end of time events. In Matthew chapter 24, Jesus had told people a number of signs of the end of time: wars, rumours of wars, rise of evil, increasing frequency of natural disasters, famine, pestilence, disease, all contributing to “a time of trouble such as the world has never known before. If my father in heaven had not already shortened the number of days, there would be nobody left alive on the planet when I return... When all these things happen, look to the heavens and know that your salvation (through my return) is near.”

So, getting back to this story, God would not allow anyone from the past to travel far enough into the future to learn the day of Jesus’ return to earth in advance. Clarence and Luana were prevented (for reasons they couldn’t even guess at, as they had never read the Bible) from travelling any further than 811 years into Clarence’s future (111 years into Luana’s future). Having seen enough of those first 111 years, and of the 700 years between her own time and Clarence’s, as a result of years of time travelling with him, Luana had grown bored with it. The old addage of “too much of a good thing” had eventually taken its toll on her, and she was ready to settle down and make a future for herself at the normal pace of time, in her own era.

Clarence was now 23, had finished university courses in the future, including a submajor in history. That was perhaps his biggest personal irony.

It was not that Clarence found the subject of history before his own time any more interesting. It was just that much of that era of early history had been removed from the syllabus of history classes in this futuristic era. Most of what had been in the updated history courses was from his own time, which to him was experiential common knowledge, and the subsequent 700 years, which he had explored in person for a long time with the Science Scouts. So it made for easy units to add to his graduate degree, with a minimum of work involved in learning it.

He stayed in that era for a few weeks, but found that it all seemed empty without the familiar dynamic interaction of being one of the Science Scouts and having his regular friends around him. After a few more days of circumspection, he decided that it was time to return to his own era. In order to arrive at a time to account for his aging, he would not return to the year he’d left, but allow for the number of years he had spent ageing into a young man in the future. So he converted his acquired fortune into a closet full of gold and expensive jewels, which would work as an acceptable form of wealth in any era, once he sold it. He stored it in his time machine, and travelled back to the time he would have been living in, if he’d done his ageing to 23 years old in his own era, without any time travelling.

He made one other adjustment to his journey back to his own relative present as well. Rather than returning to Ireland, he returned to the happy place of his early childhood, namely the North Shore of Sydney Australia. In time, he could sell some of his gold and jewels, and buy his own home. However, he needed a base of operations until he’d had a few months to reacquaint himself with present day culture and economic principles, as well as to catch up on what he’d missed while growing up 700 years into the future. His grandmother on the upper north shore had recently died, it turned out, only months before his return from the future. However, he remembered that she had taken him on walks around the suburb, when he had visited her home during the school holidays while in prep/elementary school. He recalled one particular enormous property that they had often walked past. It had a huge grand old mansion on the premises, as well as far more trees and bushes than any other property in the street. And the size of the full two acres made it the most prestigious property in the district.  All of these factors gave it both a sentimental childhood appeal to Clarence, and a suitable place to temporarily conceal a time machine.

He set down just before sunrise, took some of his future wealth with him, and went in search of a suitable buying organisation, so that he could convert diamonds and rubies and emeralds into a large amount of cash.

Clarence then explained to a bank that he had spent many of his intervening years in Ireland, was an orphan, and yet needed to open a bank account without being able to provide a lot of identification for himself.

The size of his proposed opening deposit convinced the bank manager that one didn’t need to ask too many questions, when looking a gift horse in the mouth, leaving Clarence with all the ready funds he needed now safely accessible with a portable ATM card in his wallet, and plenty more booty stashed in the closet of his time machine as well.

He returned after dark and slept on the small folding mattress that he carried in his time machine, with his head propped suitably by two soft pillows, until not long before daybreak. Once again slipping out of the property before dawn, he set about the process of house hunting. His relative ease of living in the future had made him somewhat choosy, and he didn’t find any photographs in the front windows of real estate agents that really took his fancy that day. However, there was plenty of time. He put house hunting out of his thoughts for a while, and realised how much he had been missing Luana. She’d never shown any romantic interest in him, and he’d never found the nerve to ask her out on anything more than a time travel jaunt between two long-term friends. However, at this point, he felt a strong need for female human companionship on a deeper level. So he caught a train into the city, and went to a jazz restaurant and hoped for someone to dance with. Unable to connect with anyone, he eventually headed back to the street of the two acre property that concealed his time machine, after 11pm, and prepared to bed down on the mattress again.

Clarence reached the front gate, entered, walked onto the lawn, and wondered if he had somehow lost his way on the street in the dark and come to the wrong propery. He walked back out to the footpath and checked the number on the letter box. He had not made any mistakes, and had come to the right place. However, the property was a vacant lot.

The large mansion, all of the trees and other plants and most of the grass were simply no longer there. There was enough moonlight for him to see that what lay before his eyes now was a flat rectangle of earth dirt, and the distant back fence of the property.

He quickly ran around the perimeter of the land that remained, in the vain hope that his time machine would still be there, but could not find it. The rest of his future wealth and the means of his travelling in time had somehow vanished from the property of an owner who had probably never learned of the time machine’s existence in the first place. He wondered for a moment, if the owner could have found the machine, and somehow accidentally taken the entire PLOT of land along with it on a trip through time.

Clarence still had enough money left to buy his own home and live on until he could either find a job or acquire the materials to build a replacement time machine.

So he lay down on some of what little remained of the lawn for the night, and then spent the next day finding and purchasing the best home he could, and acquiring a few things to get by with on the lawn until he could enter into possession of his new home.

He purchased a tent, and set it up on the lawn of the abandoned property.

He would not be able to start building a new time machine, until he had moved into his new home. So there was no point in buying the materials and having nowhere to store them. So instead, he spent his days on bushwalks, to escape from the noise of the traffic on the roads, and try to marshall his thoughts towards planning his future.

One such bushwalk took him to one of the North Shore bush portals, which enabled him to emerge in a giant garden in the Upsizing colony in the giant land. Clarence walked out of the giant garden and began to explore the giant land. By listening in on the conversations of giantesses, he soon learned of the colony’s origin, which gave him an additional surprise. He now had to process the fact that these giants were in fact enlarged earthlings who had moved to the giant land in search of better economic and vocational opportunities and more living space.

His explorations eventually brought him to one of the newest additions to the Upsizing colony, namely an outdoor children’s holiday program, run by several Upsized ladies. One of them, Moira Bradley, an older woman with short dark brown hair, so captured his heart, that he decided to reveal his presence to her. After all, she was originally from his own district on earth, and would not find his discovery of the giant land by other means to be that surprising. She would by sympathetic to his situation, and he could see how things developed from there. Two of the girls in the children’s program were actually native born giant children, who were orphaned at around the same age that it had happened to Clarence, and had been adopted by Moira herself. That would make Moira even more understanding of his background.

He waited until all of the children had gone home, except for Moira’s adopted daughters, and then looked for a suitable opening. Moira sent the girls to play in the garden, while she packed up all of the craft activities that the children had been working on during the day. It was while Moira was working on this concluding task, that Clarence showed himself. He didn’t admit to building a time machine and stashing it on someone’s upper north shore property, as it occured to him that this was  technically trespassing, albeit in a harmless way and under extremely unusual circumstances.

As far as Moira would know, Clarence was just a North Shore resident who had gone for a bushwalk, and accidentally discovered a portal into a giant land, only to learn that its most nearby inhabitants were Upsized earthlings.

Moira invited him to spend the night at her home, keeping him concealed in her blouse pocket, so that her daughters didn’t tell the entire holiday program playgroup about a relatively tiny man visiting their foster mother. He was unable to see out of Moira’s pocket, until she had sent the girls upstairs to bed and sat down in her living room to remove him from her pocket. Then they sat on the couch and talked. She invited him to stay the next day at the house, where he would be unobserved by anyone else. She and her daughters would be at the holiday program every weekday until the holidays concluded at the end of the week. Then the following week, they would return to the regular school which had been constructed in the Upsizing colony. Moira put out some breakfast and lunch for him in a concealed part of the house that night, so that he could come out of hiding and make use of it during the day. He stayed concealed on her bedroom carpet, under her bed, until they had all left, and then went down for breakfast, before deciding to explore the garden.

It was not until he got outside into the garden and looked back at the house, that a giant sized penny dropped in his mind. The house could only have been the one which had occupied the property where he had concealed his time machine. It had vanished the night he’d last been there, only an hour or two before his return from the inner city jazz restaurant, because it had been teleported to the giant land and upsized, along with most of the grass and plant life on the property.... and most likely, along with his time machine.

Remembering the outlay of the property as it had been before its enlargement, he made his way slowly around the garden, and through a cluster of trees, and came to the place where his time machine would logically be.

It was there alright, but another obvious ramification only then made its impression on his mind. The time machine had been upsized as well, along with everything else on the property. Moira hadn’t said anything about it. She had presumably been too busy exploring the giant land and then running the children’s holiday program, to have taken a walk through the trees on her own familiar but now upsized property.

Clarence went into the time machine, and thought of his newly recovered wealth. It was all there for the taking again, if he could carry any of it back to the portal and then all the way back to his new home on earth, and being much larger now, it would be worth a lot more, if he could ever find a way to cash it in.

However, it didn’t seem to be the most pressing concern on his mind.

That was Moira.

He thought about it for the rest of the day, and concluded that the best thing he could do was to tell her the whole story. It was possible that she could ask her G.R.O.W.T.H. agency contacts to teleport all of his belongings from Moira’s Upsized garden to his own new home on earth, and reduce the time machine to normal size in the process. However, Clarence had had 20 years of his life to get used to the North Shore, the Irish village, as well as another life spent 700 years in the future. The most obvious novelty that was now staring him straight in the face was the possibility of time travel, not through earth, but through the giant land’s time stream. There was no better way of inviting Moira into his life, than by telling her that he would need her giant sized hands to operate his machine for him under his instructions.

He laid all this out before her in a long and interesting conversation, and was pleased that she jumped at the opportunity to time travel in the giant land.  She said that she would have to be back from her time travel journeys in time to walk her daughters home from school each day. Clarence explained that the time machine could return her to a point in time only seconds after its departure from the present. She could spend as long as she liked in other times, without being missed, and still have most of the day at home, just as she had before.

So began a series of secret outings in time, which were not even revealed to the other citizens of the Upsizing colony. Clarence and Moira visited the colony’s site before the earthlings had discovered it. They visited the native giants’ districts at various points in time, being careful not to reveal that they were actually time travellers, let alone an earthling of normal size and one who had been upsized. To that end, Moira generally kept Clarence concealed in her pocket, so that the giants she visited were not aware of his existence at all. Eventually deciding to widen the geographical distance of their time travelling, they reached the district that had once been inhabited by the giantesses who had hunted the earthling tourists who periodically appeared with the Irish village when it underwent Dimension Shift. (For the full details, see Book Five). Talking with the few current inhabitants who knew the history, Moira learned about the Dimension Shifting village, and that the D.I.R.E. (DISAPPEARANCE INVESTIGATION RETRIEVAL ENTITY) organisation had used advanced flamethrowing warfare technology to slay the giantesses who had been preying on the dimension shifting tourists, and that a new society had been developing in the district, which was friendly to visiting earthlings.

Using the machine to travel only in time, Clarence and Moira made visits to the that same distant district in various other times, and even observed one of the arrivals of the village and the subsequent capture of its tourists by the hungry giantesses.

“We can’t save them,” said Clarence, well and truly concealed in Moira’s pocket at a time when any of the native giantesses would all have welcomed him into her home as the main course on her evening menu.

“I know. It would alter the past, and we can’t do it,” said Moira, “We might as well just continue in our roles of casual observers and let the giantesses enjoy their captive meals.”

For the next few months of their real time back at Moira’s upsized house, the two adventurers made journey after journey, exploring all the times and places of the giant land, keeping Clarence’s time machine’s existence a closely guarded secret.

Clarence enjoyed the benefits of the working relationship between them. In regular time, she was the adoptive mother or two young girls, but in the timestream, she was his giant sized assistant, operating his Upsized time machine and sharing in adventures with him. The time travel outings were a part of her life that was shared with Clarence and with him alone. It gave him a feeling of being special and appreciated, even if he had not once broached the subject of romance with her.

He wondered if there was really any need to upset such a large and enjoyable applecart, by jeopardising it with one awkward moment that could result from an open declaration of his feelings. He was enjoying spending exponentially more time with Moira than the average nine to five insurance clerk would spend with his own wife back on earth. To cap it off, the time they spent together didn’t have to be accounted for. As far as anyone else in the Upsized colony knew (Linda Williams, Megan Minett and Ellen Toulmin included), Moira was simply a stay at home colonist, who walked her children to and from school, five days a week.

Looking at the digital watch he had purchased with his newly converted funds on the North Shore months earlier, Clarence told Moira that he was one week away from turning 24.

“I’ll have to give you a birthday lunch then,” she said, and was pleased that it conveniently fell on a schoolday.

After she’d walked the children to school on his birthday, she came back home and prepared his favourite foods, and they enjoyed them together, staying at her home in the present for a change.

The morning of the day after that, Moira returned from the school as usual, and sat on the couch with Clarence.

“Do you have any time and place in particular you’d like to revisit from our many travels today?” asked Clarence, “If you’re stuck for a destination, I wouldn’t mind going back to that somewhat medieaval era, reminiscent of those times on earth. The buildings and scenery looked so nice that day we went there, and it would be nice to explore the outdoors of that time a little more by ourselves, without me hiding in your pocket while you talked to the locals.”

He was hoping that she would suggest somewhere romantic.

“I’ve enjoyed our time outings very much,” said Moira, “Just when I thought I’d seen all of the wonders that the universe had to offer, you showed me that there was even more to see than an Upsized colony in a giant land. Now I’ve seen it, and seen it, and seen it. There’s something to be said for staying at home and smelling one’s own roses for a while after that.”

“I guess you’re right,” said Clarence, “My friend Luana from the Science Scouts in the future explored a period of 700 years in her past, and 111 years in her future, all using my time machine with me for a number of years of our own personal real time. However, in the end, she reached the same conclusion that you did, that at some point the novelty has to wear off.”

He was silently considering that now might be the time to suggest another novelty to her, namely the idea of beginning a romantic relationship with him. Since she no longer wished to travel in time with him, the benefits of that working relationship would come to an end. They would therefore not constitute being anything to lose by telling her how he felt about her. So he might as well come right out with them.

“Thank you for understanding,” she said, “And thank you for showing me so much by taking me on all those outings with you.”

Moira finished speaking, and then held Clarence close to her mouth and gave him a long slow kiss.

Clarence was speechless for several seconds after he reacquired the movement of his mouth, once her lower lip was no longer pressed against his entire face. There seemed to be no need to spell out his feelings after all, since the ultimate goal of doing so had just been gratified in full.

“I couldn’t have gone on any of those outings myself, without your giant hands to operate the machine for me,” he said.

“It taught me how to use the machine myself, if I ever decide to take up time travelling again,” she said.

“That’s true enough. We could just go on our journeys, with me able to relax as a highly knowledgable passenger,” said Clarence.

“The only thing about time travel into the past is that we’re not supposed to do anything to change what’s already happened,” said Moira, “Like those tourists from the dimension shifting Irish village. They all had to be eaten before my very eyes or soon after they were caught and taken home, because that’s the way it happened.”

“I’ve just considered something that my mind fought back to my subconscious at the time,” said Clarence, “When I was 700 years into the future, I had no money, just a time machine. I went back a few years, learned things only 690 years into the future, and made use of them to bring about large and rapid financial acquisitions for myself 700 years into the future.”

“It sounds no less enterprising than Upsizing gold rather disproportionately to get rich quick,” said Moira.

“Nothing seemed to have been changed in the timeline by my doing it, but somewhere, somehow, perhaps somebody else lost money by the change of the timelines. What I mean is, I kind of cheated the system of time, and of the economy, and got money that should have gone to somebody else. Everything I’ve had and done since then has resulted from my underhanded tinkering with the economic timeline of Ireland’s future.”

“Well you might well be right, but there’s no point in beating yourself up about that now, is there?” said Moira.

“I guess not.”

“And if you tried to correct what you’d done, you’d have to cross your own past movements in the timestream and end up changing your own history, with any number of unhelpful rippling effects through time,” said Moira.

“When I look at it that way, I can see that you’re right. Just let sleeping timelines lie, then. I think you have a way of making me see everything in the best possible light at all times. It’s good to have had your company all these months. And after .... this conversation,” said Clarence, not knowing how to directly reference the captivating kiss she had given him, “I can feel the value in staying right here instead of time travelling today, just as you already could when you explained your perspective.”

“Maybe one day, when I feel the wanderlust once more, I shall take the time machine out again,” said Moira, “For today, I’ll enjoy adapting the culture of those giantesses we visited in the past. I suppose if you’d stayed in the village all those years, until the dimension shifting started, you’d probably have travelled to the giant land that way, been caught by one of those giantesses and eaten by her. Instead, your destiny took another direction entirely, where you grew up for years in the far distant future, then returned to the relative present in Australia, lost your time machine when my property was upsized, found it again when I brought you home with me, took me on all those outings to the past, and now, right here in this place today, in the present, once we’ve talked for the rest of the morning, you shall be eaten for my own lunch, by me.”

“But ... what about those future possible outings?” he asked feebly, still processing his surprise.

“I can operate the time machine myself now. You’ve taught me everything there is to know about it,” said Moira, “Everything you’ve done by yourself, with the Science Scouts, and with me, has all been motivated by the appreciation of novelty for you, and/or the people like Luana and myself in your company. There’s no novelty in taking you with me in the time machine any more, not even when I feel like going off in it again. The greatest novelty for me now is to enjoy the pleasure and the treat of eating you up. I’m sure you won’t disappoint me, since you’ve been such a lovely young companion.”

“That’s strangely heart warming, however ominous,” said Clarence.

“I could only witness those native giantesses doing it to the earth tourists back in the past, without interfering to save them. It also meant that I couldn’t snatch one of those earth tourists up from the dimension shifted village and eat him/her myself. That would have altered the timeline in which the person was eaten by whichever native giantess originally caught the tourist. I learned from you about preserving original timelines on the spot, as soon as you told me. I took that important concept in, and I knew that the one delicious looking normal sized young earth man I would eventually be able to eat, without corrupting any timeline history, would of course be you.”

“Oh my! You’ve been thinking of this, most likely even planning it, all this time, since that day we were spectators of dimension shift.”

“Well that’s it exactly. Since then, I still had to spend a bit more time with you, learning how to master the time travel controls enough to operate them without your instructions, and learning the things you taught me about making any repairs to the machine, if they become necessary. It’s all been worth it though. You’ve been absolutely marvelous company, a polite and well spoken teacher to learn from, and I’m thorougly looking forward to eating you for my lunch today.”

“Then I guess there’s no point in trying to talk you into a different choice of actions then.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile. He knew that her sympathy was merely an acknowledgement of his feelings, and not any indication of a possibility of her changing her mind.

“I know it’s a shock to the system. You’re doing very well,” she said.

“I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you running that holiday program,” he said.

“I know you have,” she said, with another smile, one which expressed more of a sense of feeling flattery than sympathy.

They continued to talk for over an hour, and then she took him to her desk and sat him down in front of the computer. She booted it up and asked him to select from one of the card game software programs. Then she unplugged the regular mouse, and replaced it with a much smaller one.

“This was upsized along with the compact laptop it came with,” said Moira, “You should be able to move it enough with both hands, in order to enjoy playing computer cards until I’ve finished unloading the washing machine and hanging the clothes out in the back room. Then I have a few other minor housekeeping chores to do, before I come back to eat you.”

“I don’t know if I want to have the Queen of Clubs staring at me for the next hour or so, when the only image in my heart and mind is you,” said Clarence.

“I should have thought of something else sooner,” said Moira.

She opened a folder and then lifted him a little of the desk, and sat him back down right in front of the arrow key on the computer’s key board.

Clarence looked up at the screen as she clicked on the first icon, which opened a photograph of her taken, presumably a few years earlier on earth. Her hair was long at that point.

“That’s a nice picture,” he said.

“These are all the photos of me that I brought here from earth,” said Moira, “You can arrow through them at your own pace, or just lie back and look at your favourites for as long as you like. I’ll see you at lunch time.”

She really meant it. His fate was of no importance to her. Thanks to him, she had everything she needed to explore all of time in the giantland, and she had him as well, to eat up with carefree pleasure in the near future.

He flicked through a few pictures, and then looked around the desk. There was a stapler, a pair of scissors, a ball of string, a notepad, several pens, and a USB drive which had not been plugged into the computer at this time.

Clarence pushed the stapler to the edge of the wooden desk, and then pulled it open, so that the usual stand for resting the paper (to be impaled) was folded back and out of the way. Then he pulled the end of the ball of string loose, and positioned it under the top of the stapler. He climbed onto the back of the stapler, jumped down on it, and successfully stapled the string to the desk. He then tied the end of the string in a knot around the part on the other side of the staple, so that it could not slide out. Then he pushed the ball of string to the edge of the table, so that it rolled off and fell to the carpeted floor, unravelling a giant meter or so as it fell. He pushed the pair of scissors off the table too, and saw it land on the carpet below. He then slid down the piece of string to the carpet, unravelled another length of it from the ball, and cut off both ends of that length after a bit of a struggle to manipulate the upsized pair scissors.

He heard the sound of the washing machine lid being closed, and guessed that Moira would soon be hanging out the clothes. At her size, she could travel much faster than him, and would surely catch him in an open chase. He had to make his move before she finished her chores and worked out that he had escaped.

He rolled up the giant piece of string, threw it over his shoulder, and ran out of the house, and through the garden towards his time machine. Once inside it, he made a lasso of the string, and threw it upwards, lassoing one of the inert levers on the machine’s console. He climbed up, and pulled the lasso loose. Then he lassoed the time setting dial and checked that the string held. Making another lasso end out of the other end of the string, he lassoed the geographic displacement dial as well.

Clarence finally turned on the monitor screen, and began adjusting the time and the place. He did not want to end up in Moira’s Upsized garden at any point in time. If he arrived in the future, she would simply recapture him and resume her plans to eat him after having waited some time to do so. Even if he landed in the past, perhaps at a point before she had met him a few months earlier, he would still be at the mercy of an Upsized woman with a worrying character trait. She had demonstrated that, after enjoying the benefits of his company and learning how to use his technology, she would eventually, in any timeline, make the determination to eat him up for her lunch without the slightest regret.

Nor could he take the machine back to earth, even if its geographic displacement capacity was strong enough to bridge the dimensions between earth and the giant land. They most probably were, because they were derived from the same Sandra Corlani school of time teleportation as the equipment Linda Williams had used to Upsize Moira Bradley and her entire property. The problem was that, while Clarence would then be back on earth among people his own familiar size, the presence of an Upsized time machine on earth would be most conspicuous, to say the least. It might also crush all manner of earth structures and life upon arrival.

He had to travel to another part of the giant land, where he would be safe enough from Moira, and able to gather his thoughts and plan out his future. The village where they had witnessed the capture of the dimension shifting tourists was an obvious place to avoid, at least back in the the times when that was still going on. He decided that the best place to go would be one of the less populated and more nearby native giant districts, two districts away from the colony in fact. He couldn’t think of any point in arriving in the past, as it might risk interfering with the timeline. He didn’t see the point of going too far into the future either, or he might repeat whatever mistakes he might have made when he played around with economic timelines 690 to 700 years in Ireland’s future, if he then chose to go back closer to the present down the track.

So he set the time dial for two weeks into the future, and the geographic dial for two districts away from the Upsizing colony.

Then he heard footsteps behind him, and pivoted his body a little, to see Moira running into the time machine room.

“Stay back!” he called.

“I’m taking off, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

She stopped advancing on him and folded her arms.

“If that’s what you want,” she said, “I’m happy to eat you in any place or time as soon as we’ve landed there. Of course it just might not be lunch time in the place we end up doing it.”

“And you think that, because I’ve taught you how to travel in time and geographic displacement, that you can just gobble me whole for your own enjoyment and then use my technology as you see fit,” said Clarence.

“Well there’s no point in denying the reality of the situation,” said Moira.

Her eyes were not on him, but turned a little to the side, with a look of distant contentment in them.

“Except that I’m now the one in control of that reality,” said Clarence, “As indeed I should be, since it’s my body that you plan to make use of as a culinary treat.”

“You can take me anywhere in time, and as you say, I can’t stop you from doing it. Once we’ve landed, you can’t stop me from walking over there and snatching you up off that console, finding a suitable place to enjoy things, and sitting down and eating you,” said Moira.

“I needed you to operate the controls on a regular basis with far more finesse than the makeshift string lasso arrangement that I’ve only just set up,” said Clarence, “So I taught you everything you needed to know in order to perform that duty. I needed to know that you’d be able to use your giant hands to make repairs to the machine, if they should ever become necessary. So I taught you everything you needed to know about that.”

“Don’t you think you’re simply stating the obvious?” said Moira.

“What I’m getting at is that I taught you the things that I needed you to know. It doesn’t follow that I’ve taught you everything there is to know about time travel,” said Clarence.

Before Moira could make any further taunting responses, he pressed the retention field lever by stepping on it with his foot. He looked on at her expression of surprise, as he activated the time machine, and saw her fading from sight.

“If I ever see Gary and Irma again, they’ll sure be getting one belated wedding anniversary present from me,” thought Clarence, recalling the day that Irma had installed the retention field lever and instructed him in its use.

The machine came to rest in a small clearing at the base of a midly sloping grassy hillside on the outskirts of another giant district. Clarence finally had a chance to calm down and taken in everything that had almost happened to him. The Upsized woman he had loved for months had gone on outing after outing in time with him, observed all manner of wonders and phenomena. At some point during those travels, she had secretly, calmly, been planning to take him into her dining room and swallow him whole. He could never return to her, unless he were prepared to approach the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency and have himself Upsized along with his recently purchased North Shore property. To do that would be to give up something else she had awakened in him: the pure uncompromised unequalled ecstacy that came with being kissed by a giant lower lip. To be Upsized himself would remove all possibility of repeating that pleasure in a more ongoing way with some other giantess.

Perhaps he might meet a native giantess, and one who had no interest in supplementing her usual dietary habits with a course of Clarence.

He needed to clear his head and think for a while. Far from the North Shore bush of Sydney, Australia on earth, he did something at least as appealing, and stepped out of the time machine and started walking across the clearing at the base of the giant hillside.

He had just reached the start of the incline, when he looked up and saw a giantess stepping into view at the top of the hillside. She was wearing the same long skirt and soft clingy blouse that Moira had been wearing the day that he’d first seen her running the holiday children’s program. It must have been Moira!

He recalled the way her eyes had been looking slightly to the side, rather than directly at him in the time machine, when it had still been in her Upsized garden. He had thought that she was just musing happily about his helplessness and the thought of eating him shortly afterwards. Now he realised, that her vision, when turned slightly to the side, would have fallen right on the time and geographical displacement settings that he had set using the dials and the screen. To make things worse, he had chosen a location that they had visited together in the past, and given her a comfortable two weeks to make the journey there on foot in time to intercept his arrival.

He was too small for her to spot him from that distance, but she started running down the hill anyway, with her beautiful skirt swaying as she did so. She didn’t have to see him yet. She could see the time machine, and knew he was either in it or nearby. He looked up and saw that she was running down in a direct line of motion towards the time machine. She was probably hoping to surprise him before he could get out of it. He ducked down in the grass, hopefully making it impossible for her to spot him as she ran down the hill. He watched her reach the bottom and then run across to the time machine, and then inside it. He could see her pulling the pieces of string loose from the console. Then, for some reason, she lifted her foot and took off her shoe. He wondered if she’d gotten a stone caught in it, during the long walk from the Upsized colony to this district, or more likely during her rapid descent of the hillside, given that she’d only just removed her shoe.

Holding the shoe by its toe end, Moira lifted the shoe above her head height and then brought the heel of it down hard ... right on the retention field lever. She struck it several times, and then stepped to the side and pressed on the lever with her hand. This time the retention field did not appear, and she knew that she had incapacitated that feature of the time machine.

Clarence watched as Moira looked around the time machine, opened the closet and saw what remained of his jewels and gold, but no sign of Clarence himself. Then he saw her slowly walk out of the time machine and look around.

Again he was struck with a realisation.

She had looked at the displacement settings AND the time settings, when she’d been glancing a little to the side. She knew that the machine had only just arrived here two weeks into her future. So she knew that he couldn’t have gotten far from the machine in the time since it had arrived. He watched as she walked around the clearing, looking down, searching in every direction. There was nowhere for him to run to, no flowers to hide amongst, no way to get up the hill unseen, even if he had the energy to run up a giant hill soon enough to elude her search of the clearing. He stayed crouched low, but little by little, she drew closer, and then she saw him.

“My shoe might be just a little worse for wear, but I’ve taken care of your little Leave-Moira-Behind lever,” she said, reaching down to pick him up.

“I saw you doing that. It’s called a retention field lever. Irma installed it for me in Ireland’s future,” said Clarence, “You were watching the settings before I took off. If I’d gone ahead further in time ....”

“Then I’d have had to wait longer to catch up with you, but for you the last two stops on your journey still turn out to be my mouth and my tummy,” said Moira, “You’ve made me wait another two weeks to get on with it, but you haven’t even bought yourself more than an hour or so of walking around here. I’ll have many years to remember the splendid lunch that you’re soon going to be, but for you, it would have been all over and out of the way by now, if you hadn’t run off like this.”

“I guess so. Where have your daughters been, while you’ve been on a two week hunting hike?” asked Clarence.

“The G.R.O.W.T.H. agency sent me a babysitter. I can more than afford it with the rest of your jewels and gold, plus my share in the gold I Upsized by cashing in my earth wealth to pay for the Upsizing in the first place.”

She carried him up the hill slowly.

“Are you going to walk all the way back to Upsizing colony with me? Why don’t we just take the time machine?” he asked, mainly out of curiosity.

“We will, and I’ll do the driving this time,” said Moira, “But we might as well enjoy the scenery first.”

She reached the top of the hill and sat down with him.

Beyond the clearing was a large grove of trees, and beyond that was the native giant town. They talked about their earlier visit to that town, and the conversation seemed to be mutually steered away from the subject of her upcoming lunch plans

After some time, Moira stood up with him and started walking back down the hill.

“Since I was on my way here yesterday, I’ll take the time machine back to my house, but yesterday. Nobody out in the colony will see me before I’m supposed to return tomorrow, and then I can pick up the girls from the babysitter’s. Now do you think you can behave yourself while I operate the machine?”

“What choice do I have?”

She reached the machine, set the controls and soon landed back in her own garden. Moira carried him into the house.

“It’s one o’clock, slightly later than the midday lunch I’d planned to make of you two of my weeks ago,” she said, “But plenty of time to properly enjoy it this time. You do realise that I’m going to have to get that desk repolished after your antics with the stapler?”

“Forgive me for wanting to be a time traveller instead of a tummy traveller,” he said.

“Well while you’re making jokes about it, you can also look forward to replacing geographic displacement with gastronomic displacement,” she replied, taking a plate from the kitchen cupboard and placing him on it.

“Or apparently the current DISH placement,” he said.

Moira smiled down at him, beaming with amusement.

She carried him into the dining room and sat down at the table.

“Have you anything else you want to add, before I indulge myself?” asked Moira.

“I might as well wish you all the best as the new owner of the time machine. I’m sure you’ll eventually want to go on many new outings with it. That’s one of the two things I won’t be able to do with you.”

“What would the other one be?”

“Turning 25.”

She smiled sympathetically again.

“You’ve been a lovely companion, Clarence.”

She lifted him to her mouth, opened it wide and slid him onto her outstretched tongue. Still clasping him in finger and thumb, she slid him back and forth on her tongue several times, and then withdrew it into her mouth.

“Do you have any more witty comments?” she asked.

“No, but could I venture a serious one?”

“By all means.”

“Not once, while I was implementing my detailed escape attempt, did I consider something which was not evident from the folder of computer photographs of yourself that you gave me to browse through. You have an excitingly beautiful tongue, Moira. It feels lovely too.”

“Thank you. I’ll take that as a precious compliment indeed. Are you ready to venture somewhat further along it?”

“I guess so.”

“Good, because my stomach is sending up an advanced invitation. So I think you’d best be on your way down to make its acquaintance. Farewell, young friend.”

She opened her mouth again, slid him over her lower lip and onto her tongue, moved it up and down like a slowly rising and falling wave in the ocean for a while, and then drew him into her throat. He felt the pleasant moist flesh all around him, as he was gulped down further by her gigantic neck, and then landed softly in her stomach.

14 year old Doyle, only 2 months away from turning 15, was sitting on a log in the bush near the Wahroonga bush school, six suburbs up the line from the West Lindfield office of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency. He was reading a book on the first day of the school holidays, when a beautiful blond haired lady came walking through.

“Hello,” she said, “You’ve chosen one of my own favourite spots. May I sit beside you?”

“Sure,” said Doyle.

She sat down and talked with him for a while, saying that her name was Majandra, and that she lived in a house in the next street. She invited him back there to have lunch with her, and they talked some more. He said that he had visited his Wahroonga friend’s house often in his prep school holidays, and that back then his friend had lived in a house which coincidentally was next door to Majandra’s property. He said that he’d been there every school holidays from almost age 6 until age 11, and gave her the year dates.

“I was here when you were 6, and I was 21,” she said, “I moved out somewhere else in May of that year, but kept ownership of this property.”

This meant that she was now 30.

“You’re very beautiful,” he said.

“You look very handsome yourself,” said Majandra.

They were now talking on her couch, and he took the opportunity to ask the most obvious leading question.

“Would I be able to .... kiss you?” he asked.

“I’d like that,” said Majandra.

He enjoyed that kiss more than anything else he’d ever experienced in life before.

They spent the next two weeks on picnics, dancing, snuggling up together in her bed, kissing and cuddling, go for bushwalks, and enjoying eachother’s company immensely.

On the Friday at the end of the holidays, she said, “I’d like to invite you to the house I’ve lived in since I was 21.”

She led him to the borderline bushes between her Wahroonga property and the one that used to belong to his friend’s mother, before she had sold it and moved. Doyle and Majandra  came across a portal, which led them into a giant land. There she had a giant garden and a giant house. She walked inside with him and asked him to wait there for an hour. When she returned, she opened the door as a giantess, instead of crawling under it as they had done earlier in the day.

“I had to go back to be Upsized by the people who administer that transition,” she said, “I first became a giant when I moved here in the year I was 21. I had them temporarily restore my earth size a few weeks ago, so that I could visit my old home and surroundings again.”

“I don’t know what to say.... Your lips look amazing at that size,” said Doyle.

As if on cue, she held him to her beautiful mouth and kissed him slowly.

“Oh that was lovely,” said Doyle

“Would you like to stay here instead of going back to school on earth?” asked Majandra.

“You mean with you as a beautiful giantess? I’d love that more than anything,” he said.

For the next three months, they continued to date eachother. She often had to go out and leave him alone at the giant house, particularly on nights and weekends, but he enjoyed every moment with her when she was around, and fell deeper and deeper in love. He had no desire to ever go back to earth or to be with a girl his own age, just Majandra.

One day they were talking together on her bed.

“I had a boyfriend on earth, when I was 19 to almost 21,” she said, “I broke that off in March of that year, when I discovered the portal and the giantland, without telling my boyfriend why. Most people were teleported to this land as part of the upsizing program, but I had to ask one of the first giantesses I met here, who fortunately told me she’d come from earth too, how to meet the program staff and be upsized, before making my plans to leave my Wahroonga home and come here. From age 26 to 27, I was dating a giant man. I met another giant man after that, and we have been dating ever since. He doesn’t know about you, and we’re going to start adopting a child in about a year’s time. With you being such a handsome lad who seemed to feel the same way about me, I thought it would be nice to have some dates with you both on earth and here as a giantess first.”

“I don’t regret that at all,” said Doyle, “It’s just that I don’t want to have to leave here and go back to life on earth.”

“You don’t have to leave at all,” said Majandra, “I’ll be moving into my boyfriend’s house soon. But I’ll come back here and make sure you have everything you need, and we’ll still be able to talk as friends and go for walks with you on my shoulder. The only thing I won’t be able to do is continue in a romantic context with you, now that I’ll be dating once more.”

“Being friends with you would be much nicer than going back to earth,” he said.

He sometimes thought about exploring the giant land while she was at her boyfriend’s place, but he kept putting it off in the hope that he could first get over his infatuation with Majandra, before considering the real possibility of starting a romance with another giantess, whether she was an upsized earth woman or a native giantess.

About a year later, when Doyle had recently turned 16, Majandra and her boyfriend adopted a baby giant daughter, and brought her over in the pram one day to show Doyle. Then, satisfied that the child would be sleeping for some time, she sat down on the couch to talk to Doyle.

“I’ve remembered a dream I had when I was six years old, while I was staying at my friend’s house,” said Doyle, driven on by a burst of inspiration, “I dreamt that I thought there was a huge vine leading into a giant land from those bushes between our two properties, and that I thought I saw a beautiful blond haired lady giant living in a house, and I wanted to meet her. Then it seemed to turn out that I was mistaken, and that she was just a normal sized lady living in the house next door, not a giantess at all. I felt disappointed in the dream, even before I woke up.”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something in the near future, and it’s a bit similar to what you just told me,” she said, “A few months before the day you and I first met, I started having dreams that a little boy had come here in that year, when I was 21, at the same time as I’d moved into this place and become a giant. I went to see a giantess psychiatrist about it, and she used regressive hypnotic therapy to reveal something that I had completely forgotten. Just before I’d moved to this giant land and become a giantess, I had befriended a little boy from the bush school, who was playing in the bushes where you and I later met. I had invited him to come back to my house with me and then led him into this giant land. All that had happened during the last week of school term, which was the first week of May that year when you were 6 and I was 21. I guess your holiday visit to your friend’s house would have happened a week or two later.”

“That’s about the timing of it,” he said, “I remember that it tended to be the middle two weeks of May that made up the school holidays, and the first and last weeks of May were parts of school terms one and two. I went to that school too. That’s how I knew the bush so well.”

“Well the boy I met back then was as comfortable as you are now about my turning into a giantess. I took him with me on a walk through the giant bush to a valley view clearing and sat down and told him that I was going to swallow him whole for my lunch as a special treat. I didn’t mention this, but I had been planning all along, ever since I’d befriended him in the Wahroonga bush, to eat him for a picnic lunch to celebrate my transition to being a giantess. Before I could place him into my my mouth, another giant woman reached over my shoulder from behind and snatched him off my open palm. She then walked around in front of me, just as I stood up to face her. She was taller and stronger than me,” said Majandra.

“Wow!” said Doyle, amazed that she had been prepared to eat his predecessor. He wondered if it was the friend he’d stayed with, and why his friend had never told him about such an adventure before.

“She made me lead her back to my giant house and show her the portal. Then she hypnotized the boy into returning through the portal and forgetting all about me and this giant land. After that, she hypnotized me into forgetting all about earth and specifically forgetting all about eating little boys. So I forgot everything. What she didn’t know, couldn’t have known, was that I too had come from earth and was not a native born giantess. Her hypnotism caused me to forget that too. I forgot the portal, my life on earth, and believed I had always been a giantess. It was out of my head from May that year until a few months before that day I met you in the Wahroonga bush, when the dreams brought it to the surface. Then the hypnotherapy session by my own psychiatrist undid the effects of the taller hypnotist’s earlier efforts a decade ago. I had my Upsizing reversed and went back to earth for several weeks, until I met you and we fell in love and started dating,” Majandra concluded.

“That’s an astounding story,” he said, “And you really wanted to eat the little boy that much back then.”

“I still do,” said Majandra, “It’s not as if I’d want to gobble up one boy after another. It’s just an experience that I wanted to have once, to complete the list of pleasant things that can be enjoyed by a giantess.”

“And you’re certainly big enough to swallow him whole,” said Doyle.

“When I went back to earth last year, I knew that the boy would no longer be a student of the bush school, but I was very keen to find him anyway, and the bush near the school was the only place to start,” said Majandra, “I took walks in that bush every day in the hopes of that he might have taken walks there in memory of his early school days. I walked the streets of Wahroonga as well, hoping that he might still be a local. I waited on the train station for hours after school was out each day. I caught the bus from the station that went past my street several times. I wanted so much to find him again. Since the hypnotist of ten years ago had made him forget me completely, it would have been easy enough to lure him back to this land, get myself upsized once again, and then eat him all up for my lunch one day.”

“Well if you were there for that reason, I feel very lucky that you met me and fell for me enough to date me for as long as we did before you started up with your latest giant boyfriend,” said Doyle, glad to have had even this fleeting chance with her.

“You’re a very handsome boy,” said Majandra.

“I can understand you wanting to get that story off your chest. Are you still disappointed that you never found the boy again?” asked Doyle.

“Well I couldn’t be,” said Majandra, “I actually did find him in the end.”

“Did you go back to Wahroonga at normal size one of those times when you left me alone in the giant house, and sneak him back here and eat him without telling me?” he asked.

“No. It didn’t happen that way, and I haven’t eaten him yet. I decided to wait until I’d enjoyed some more dating and until I had adopted a child to keep me company in his place,” said Majandra.

“So you’ve had that boy hidden away in this land for some time,” said Doyle, “He’s obviously been hidden from your family and the other giants, but I’ve never met him either. So where have you been keeping him?”

“Here in this house,” said Majandra.

“In a room upstairs, I guess,” said Doyle.

“No, down here most of the time,” said Majandra.

“But I’ve never seen him, and I still don’t understand when you could have gone back and met him again, if you didn’t return to earth at normal size after the day I first came here. How did you meet up with him again?”

“I was walking through the bush, and he was reading a book on the log,” said Majandra.

“Do you mean ... he was me?” he asked, dumbfounded.

Majandra smiled.

“When I saw how handsome you had become, and sensed that you reciprocated my feelings, I didn’t want to spoil any of our budding temporary romance by telling you about my plans to make a delicious lunch treat out of you. I quickly decided to delay it until after I became a mother, giving me over a year to secretly look forward to it. So I enjoyed our dating both on earth and here, and continued my hospitality to you after I got reattached,” she said.

“Now I know why I had that dream about a beautiful giant lady who turned out to be a neighbour of my grandmother in the year I was six,” said Doyle, “The hypnotism that the giant hypnotist did on me must not have been 100% effective on my dreaming self while I was asleep. So I remembered you only as a mixed up dream.”

“And I didn’t know that you would visit your friend at that house in the holidays until you told me about it recently,” said Majandra, “I wouldn’t have had to kidnap you from the school bushes in the last week of term, if I’d known you were going to be temporarily living much closer to me in the holidays.”

“I’ve enjoyed your giant friendship almost as much as our early romance. It’s hard to believe you’re going to eat me up.”

“I’ve remained very fond of your friendship too,” said Majandra, “I just wanted to clarify the fact that what has happened between us in the past will not sway me from what I’m going to do in the near future.”

“It makes a certain sense, now that you’ve told me all about it,” said Doyle.

“But I’m not going to do it until next week. I hope you’ll be able to think of the happiness you’ll be giving me, by being such a special treat for my lunch as a giantess. I’m very happily settled here these days. I have a beautiful baby girl. I’ve had a lovely brief romantic encounter with you as a younger admirer last year, and soon you’ll enable me to have the only other thing I’ve wanted in order to make my experiences as a giantess complete. You’re very special, and I’m looking forward to it more than I can possibly say. After I’ve swallowed you, I can imagine that you’ll feel a tingling sensation, when my tummy converts you into healthy nutrients. Once that’s happened, I will enjoy raising my daughter for many years, knowing that I’ll have you as part of me for as long as I live,” said Majandra.

“It does give me a warm feeling hearing you express the whole thing like that,” he said.

“Thank you, and of course I can understand that you will entertain thoughts of finding a way to escape from this house before I can go ahead with it. I won’t be offended by such aspirations. I’ll be taking the precaution of moving your things to a cage large enough to give you the same comforts you’ve been used to, until Thursday next week, which is the day that you’re going to be my lunch treat. It will be locked and kept on my bedside table here. I hope you can understand that I’m only doing it to prevent you from escaping, not to limit your activities during your last week or so as my houseguest.”

“It makes sense,” said Doyle.

There was a gurgling noise from the pram. Majandra got off the couch, walked over and smiled in at the baby. She picked her up, cuddled her for a few minutes, and then put her back down in the pram.

Then she went back to the couch and sat down beside where Doyle was still on the arm of the couch.

“I was thinking just then, that one day she’ll be older than the six year old you were when we first met a decade ago. One day she’ll be older than the 16 year old you are now. Eventually she’ll be a fully grown young woman.”

“Well at least I had those dates with you, and I guess I must have enjoyed being your six year old friend right up until you almost ate me the first time. I just can’t remember it. I’m glad you told me it in some detail.”

“I can tell you more if you like.”

“Yes please,” said Doyle.

She described their decade old encounter, to the best of her memory, while he listened eagerly.

“Well I must be heading home with baby,” she said at last, “Thank you for taking it so well. I’ll have to put you in the cage now, but I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

Each day he enjoyed his remaining friendship experiences with Majandra, until the fateful Thursday came.

When she ate him, the touch of her tongue was exhilirating, and the sensation of being gulped down her throat was the last thing he was consciously aware of, before her stomach acids began breaking him down into nutrients.

When Mosley was still 18 in the first few months of the year that began after he’d been twelve months out of school, he had left a viable clerical job to start a university course, and soon found himself out of his depth. He often ended up taking long walks in the bush to try to work out what to do. He looped around through Carlyle Street East Lindfield, into the East Roseville bush, followed it all the way back to another path that ran behind the bush of his first prep school. He had been there from Kindergarten to 3rd class, and then gone to another school a fair distance away.

After doing this bushwalk a few times, he veered off the track one day, in the last week of first semester, and ventured deep into an unexplored part of the forest. To his surprise he came to a strange looking portal, surrounded by trees.  He stepped through the portal and found himself  just outside a gigantic garden, with a huge house in the background. It reminded him of an old fairytale he’d become very familiar with as a child. Ever since he had first read that story, he had fantasized about how thrilling it would have been to be eaten by a giant woman.

He started walking towards the garden, and then through it, until he emerged from a flowerbed to see a beautiful giant woman sitting on a seat on the lawn. She had her blond hair up and was wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and a pale pink woollen jumper.

She looked familiar, and yet he had never met a giantess before.

“Hello little boy. I’m Bernice,” she said, smiling adorably.

“That’s an earth name,” he said, “You look a lot larger than a typical earthling.”

“Well there’s a story behind my having that name, which I can explain to you now,” she said, “I learned of a program called Upsizing in January of twelve years, when I met a lady who was friends with its late inventor Colleen Balfour. She told me and my boyfriend about it. So we moved here with our daughter who was almost 3 by then and wouldn’t grow up to remember anything about earth. We became giants and upsized our house too. I had a second daughter only ten years ago. We got divorced two years ago, and the girls spend some of their time in this house, which I kept.”

So her daughters were around 15 and 10 years old, and one had been born a giantess.

“How did you become giants?” he asked.

“Well the Upsizing technology is a secret,” she said, “But I can tell you that I stopped teaching six year olds in the summer that ran over January of twelve years ago. After two years of teaching six year olds, I had a girl of my own who would soon be turning three.”

“You taught six year olds thirteen to fourteen years ago!” said Mosley, “You’re Mrs Weams!”

“That’s right, I am!” she said.

“I went to the same school and I turned six over twelve years ago, in the last year of your teaching there. You were my first class teacher,” said Mosley

“That would make you 19 now,” she said.

“Almost. I turn 19 in about a month.”

“Well I suppose you would, except that I turn 44 in 3 weeks, and I am thinking of a special treat that I could have for my birthday dinner. It’s in this garden actually.”

“There’s so much food growing in this garden, that I couldn’t guess what it will be,” he said.

“Well why don’t we play ‘I Spy’ and that will give you a clue. I spy, with my little eye –“

“Or with your very big eye,” he said.

Mrs Weams laughed down at him.

“Alright then. I spy, with my giant eye, something beginning with B.”

He looked around at all the vegetables growing in the garden patch to the right of him.

“Beans,” he asked.

“No, but an understandably good guess. Keep trying.”

“Brocolli.”

“No.”

“This is very hard to guess. There’s no more vegetables beginning with B, and none of the fruit does either.”

“I didn’t say it would be fruit or vegetables.”

“Well bread doesn’t grow in a garden, and there isn’t any beef, if it was meat.”

“You’re getting warmer, and that in itself could have another meaning on my birthday,” she said.

“There isn’t any other meat, and how would knowing the answer make me warm up?”

“Well you wouldn’t get uncomfortably warm, just a little warmer than you are now, if I set the oven low. Are you sure you can’t think what else begins with B?”

“For that to make sense, I’d have to be inside the oven. Do you mean Boy begins with B, as in me?”

“Well done,” she said, beaming at him with unqualified amusement.

She had no idea that she had just undertaken to fulfil the very fantasy that had brought him here, a fantasy which had in fact begun back in those distant past days when he was her student. That year he had dreamt of finding a beanstalk in the bushes behind the school and climbing it and seeing a giant lady in the gardens of a nice house and hoping that she would eat him. Then the dream had ended. He had never imagined that Mrs Weams would become a giant. Even when he had just discovered that she was one, he didn’t know she was planning on eating him. (The concept of dreaming about meeting people from the giant land ahead of time was introduced and developed in considerable depth in Book 3: “I Dream of Giantess.”)

“Are you going to gobble me whole?” he asked.

“I’m sure I can manage to do that,” she said, “But today I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Well since you used to be one of my students up until a month or so before I became a client of the Upsizing project, and since you’re going to be my birthday dinner in a few weeks, don’t you think it’s time you told me your name?”

“Sorry, I didn’t think of it. I’m Mosley,” he said.

“I remember you,” she said sweetly, “I lined up the whole class and gave everyone a kiss on the cheek on the last day of term, and you were so shy that you tried to get out of it,” said Mrs Weams.

“But you gave me one anyway,” he said, “I’m still very shy, but I wouldn’t try to get out of it now.”

“We’ll see,” she said, “But one thing’s for certain. You won’t get out of my tummy when the time comes.”

He looked up at the way the soft jumper clung to her tummy just below her large chest.

“No, I don’t imagine I will,” he said.

They had a number of days together, and he admired the way her moderately plump gigantic body filled out the nicest most elegant dresses he’d ever seen. She told him that, since her ex husband had left her, she would gladly welcome Mosley’s affections in the weeks leading up to his role in her birthday dinner.

One day she held him up to her lips and pressed her lower lip against his entire face and shoulders at once.

She played chasings in the garden with him several times, but only after she had put a large flower pot over the portal opening, so that he could not go back to earth and escape her.

Another day she took him out into the garden, while she was wearing a long skirt and a bikini. She then took off the skirt and he could see her belly above her G-string.

“I thought you might like to take a better look at the tummy to which you’ll be going,” she said.

“It looks awesome,” he said.

She put her skirt back on and sat down and began to eat her picnic lunch in front of him, and placed him in front of her on a garden table. She finished her food and washed it down with a bottle of water.

“I’m not going to swallow you down before my birthday,” she said, “But I think I’d like a preview to whet my appetite while we’re here.”

She held him right in front of her face and licked her lips. The sight was incredible, and he was driven wild with anticipation of his final destiny.

Then she put out her magnificent sparkling tongue, placed him upon it and drew him into her mouth. She left him there for a few minutes, then took him out, beamed at him with an open mouthed smile, and then slid him over her lower lip back into her mouth for several more minutes.

“You taste terrific,” she said, “I hope that was good for you in some small measure too.”

“Your tongue is by no means a thing of small measure,” he said.

She gave him a breathtakingly arousing open mouthed laugh.

“Oh Mrs Weams, that was the most exciting experience I’ve ever had,” said Mosley.

All of the skin on his arms and legs was still tingling with the feeling of the residual tongue water moistening his limbs.

“Just wait until I really eat you!” said Bernice Weams, “I’m going to gobble you all up.”

The next day she let down her hair for the first time, and he enjoyed her many fashions in the days that followed, as well as some more giant kisses along the way.

On the afternoon of her birthday, he thought about the dining experience that she had lined up. He had been so thrilled at the prospect of being eaten by her, and had thoroughly enjoyed his time in her mouth on the day of her picnic lunch. But he began to wonder about being actually eaten for her dinner. It would only be a repeat of the experience he had already had at the picnic, and then after that she would gulp him down her throat, and he could never come back from her tummy. He wasn’t sure if that had discouraged his enthusiasm or not. He just felt that he needed time to reconsider the full ramifications of his fantasy.

She lay down for a nap after lunch, and left him on the kitchen bench by the window of the castle. He climbed onto the window ledge while she slept, and looked down at the garden below. There were large cabbages growing just below him. He had never cared for cabbages, but it occurred to him that they would be sufficiently soft objects to fall on from a giant window ledge. He jumped off, landed on a cabbage, and then rolled gently to the garden bed. He began to run through the garden. He knew that he could never flee through the covered portal again, and would only have found his unwanted university course waiting for him if he could. What he really wanted to do was flee further into the giant land and decide whether or not he wanted to go through with being Mrs Weams’s birthday dinner, or perhaps a later meal for her another day, if he took his time deciding what to do. Maybe he would meet another beautiful giant lady who would be content to just pretend to eat him now and then, affording him all the thrills of her giant sized tongue, without the perils of being gobbled down afterwards. He couldn’t imagine falling for another giantess. Mrs Weams had captivated him, and they had the history of her having been his schoolteacher 13 years earlier.

He ran into the flowerbed and hoped he was headed towards the outskirts of her giant garden.

“So that’s where you got to!” came her voice, “You won’t get away from me, little boy!”

He looked back to see that she was running across the lawn towards the flowerbed.

He didn’t get far into it, as he backed away, before he saw her come to stand towering in front of the flowerbed. She burst out laughing down at him.

She sat down and looked in at him.

“You might as well come out and save me crushing my nice flowers, if I have to come in and get you. It’s impossible for you to escape, no matter what you do.”

“I’m not even sure I want to. You look so elegant in that long pink dress,” said Mosley, as she lay down on her side, but keeping her head upright, “And being in your mouth was lovely, wonderful, thrilling beyond my wildest daydreams. It’s just that being gobbled down is something I don’t know if I want to commit myself to doing. Actually, looking at your lovely long neck, I think being gulped down inside it would be thrilling too. And for you, there are no drawbacks. But for me, I could never come back out again.”

“But you could come back out of that flowerbed and make things more amicable for me,” she said, “We both know that you’re not going to get away in the long run.”

“I guess I might as well,” said Mosley, and he walked out.

“Thank you for being sensible,” she said, and picked him up.

“Is it worth one more giant kiss?”

She stared down at him.

“I suppose it would be, if I overlook the fact that you ran away in the first place.”

She gave him another kiss, and then stood up to take him inside.

He looked up from her hand at her towering neck.

She prepared him at the kitchen bench, smiling down at him while she did so.

Then she put him into the oven.

“I said you’d be getting warmer,” she said, and turned the oven on.

She closed the door and walked slowly away for a while, and then returned, looking as elegant and exciting as ever.

She sat on a chair and smiled through the oven door’s window at him for several minutes and then took him to the table.

Even sitting down, her head and neck towered over him, and her chest and tummy looked hauntingly attractive too.

She picked him up and teased him with the tip of her tongue brushing over his face for a while.

Then she put out her whole tongue and licked him again and again and again, several times, pausing for a while, and then giving him another round of licks.

“I hope you’re enjoying this as much as me … so far,” she said.

“Those were such lovely licks, Mrs Weams.”

“Fee fie foe fummy. Now I’ll send you to my tummy!” she said.

She opened her mouth wide, looking happier than ever, and slowly placed him into it.

He lay on her tongue in awe of her. She left him in that position for over half an hour, and then he felt her slowly arching her tongue, so that he slid towards her throat. He fell in a little way, and remained there for a few seconds. Then he felt the most enormous gulp which drew him deeper into her throat. A second gulp took him to the base of her neck, and the last one sent him sliding down into her stomach.

“Oh well, at least I won’t have to repeat the subjects I failed at university,” he thought, “This time I'm even more out of my depth.”

When he was 7 years old, Terry became an orphan, and went to an orphanage at the far end of a forest. There were a few orphans who went on living at the orphanage and were looked after by the ladies who ran it, as they had not yet found people to adopt them. One of the ladies was Annelise, who had appeared in a children’s television show in the school holidays, in which Annelise and a young man in a costume and another lady had acted out the story of Jack and the Beanstalk.

Terry developed a friendship with Annelise, who was 32 at the time. She liked the child and talked openly with him. One day in the May school holidays he asked if she would like to play with him in the orphanage gardens.

“I’d love to play with you,” said Annelise, “Why don’t we play giants? I can be the giant, and you can be a little boy. You can run and hide, while I go inside for a few minutes. Then I will come outside and look for you until I find you. Then I’ll chase you and catch you, so I can eat you all up.”

It reminded him of the way she’d played the giant in the TV show.

Most of the role playing would work out naturally enough. They would have to imagine an exaggerated sense of their size difference for her to be a giant. However, the boy wondered how she would play out the part of the game that involved eating him.

As she spoke the words ‘I can eat you all up,’ Terry found that the sight of her mouth stirred up an incredible sensation in him that he had never experienced in his previous 7 years of life.

Annelise went inside, and Terry ran off and hid in the garden, and thought about the last aspect of the game. He couldn’t believe what he had in his mind. Terry found himself wishing that Annelise really was a giant, so that she could put him into her mouth and actually eat him. His young mind hadn’t thought through the ramifications, but was merely excited at this new visual stimulus of Annelise’s tongue and the thought that she could have had an appetite for him. He had to remind himself that it was just a game she had come up with.

Soon he saw her come out and search the garden. When she drew close to his place of concealment, she spied him.

She smiled in a way which excited him.

“Here I come to catch you, little boy!”

He ran off, and soon felt her hands grabbing him and lifting him up. She turned him around and gave him a hug.

“I’ve caught you, little boy!” she said triumphantly.

“So how are you going to eat me, Giant Annelise?”

“Maybe I should start with your hand,” she laughed, and sat down on a garden chair and set him on her legs. 

Annelise held onto Terry’s wrist and guided his hand into her mouth. He rested his small palm on her tongue and felt her sucking on it.

Eventually she released it.

“You were a very delicious little boy,” she said, “Now I’ve eaten you all up.”

“I like being eaten by you,” he said.

She hugged him and snuggled his young cheek against hers.

They played this game a few more times over the remainder of the holidays. After a few weeks, Annelise sat with him in the garden one day after school, and told him a secret.

“What would you think, if I could really become a giant?” she asked.

“It would be great,” said Terry.

“Well you might not believe this, but I can. So I won’t be on the staff here anymore,” she said.

Annelise told him about the Upsizing project and said that she was going to become a giantess, upsize her house and move to a giant land.”

“I’ll miss you so much.”

“I would miss you too, but I have an idea. There is a large hill near the far side of my property, which leads down into a valley village. The hill is covered in a forest of trees as thick as the one down here on earth. I could tell the orphanage staff here that I’m adopting you, and take you with me. Even my boyfriend wouldn’t know about you. I could use a carpentry set to build you a little house and hide it in the forest near the top of the giant hill. I could see you every week day, and bring you food and other things to enjoy. Would you like that, Terry?”

Terry thought it sounded lovely, and accepted her offer.

She returned in due time, and found that the adoption process had been set in place. As a long term staff member, who had been there for over ten years, she had had enough influence to set things in motion, and was prepared to just sneak him off to the giant land if all else failed, as nobody in the orphanage knew about the giant land or the teleportation or upsizing processes.

She signed the adoption papers and led Terry away on her last day. They walked deep into the forest and were soon  teleported to the location of Annelise’s upsized house in the giant land.

He looked at the most enormous house.

“I didn’t know if it was all still a game,” he said, “Now I think maybe you really can become a giant.”

“Are you surprised?” she asked.

“I think you’ll be a wonderful giant.”

When they reached the giant garden, she was upsized too, and then Amanda Berg (the lady in charge of Colleen’s Upsizing legacy) departed. Terry was astonished, as he looked up at the lovely woman now standing tall (much taller than before) in front of him.

He lived in her giant house for the next few days. Then came the fulfilment of her next offer.

Annelise reached down and picked Terry up and took him to the back garden. 

Annelise reached into the bushes and lifted out a lovely house.

“I made this for you,” she said.

“It’s very good,” said Terry.

“If you just step inside, I’ll take you inside to get some food and small blanket cloth and so on, and then I’ll take you to the top of the forest hill.”

He got into the house and looked out the window at Annelise’s lovely face high above him, as she carried the house to the kitchen and then another room, and stocked it well.

She took him out to the edge of the property, and he saw the forest. She stepped a little way down into it, and then went off the path and lowered the house.

“I’m off to see my boyfriend soon,” she said, “You have a nice night, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

He looked out of the window as she walked away, and then watched the beauty of the sun setting through the trees. He noticed she’d fitted the house with giant battery operated lights, and turned one on, before it was too dark to find it.

The next morning, Annelise came down and took him up to the house. She filled a small bowl with warm tap water and let him bathe in it. He’d brought all his spare clothes in a backpack. She would be able to wash and iron them in no time at all.

Soon he was dressed in new clothes.

After nearly 2 years as a giantess, Annelise turned 34 and started dating a giant. Terry continued to live in the miniature house, which Annelise stocked up regularly, and more time went by.

“We haven’t played our giants game for a while,” she said one day.

“It will be much more fun now,” he said.

“I thought so too,” said Annelise, as she took him out and set him down in the back garden, “I’ll go inside as I used to do at the orphanage, and give you a little more time to run and hide. Then I’ll come and find you and eat you all up.”

He was standing level with her ankles and looking up at her distant high face. He couldn’t see into her mouth as she said those exciting words this time. However, he had enjoyed looking into her mouth, while they had been talking inside the house that morning. So he could envision her tongue in his mind’s eye, as she had said that she would find him and eat him.

Annelise quickly strode into the house. He ran into the garden and hid himself among the flowers. Then a thought occurred to him. It was now possible for Annelise to literally eat him up, if she wanted to.

“It’s just a game,” he thought.

Yet one thing stood out in his mind. It was now possible for her to put all of him into her mouth, not just his hand. He hoped she wouldn’t just suck on his hand with a much larger tongue, but place his whole body inside for a while. 

The suspense (at wondering whether Annelise would be prepared to do that) had him so anxious, that young Terry almost ran out to make it easy for her to catch him straight away.

He saw Annelise coming out of the house and into the garden. She began walking around the garden and looking into the flowerbeds. The thought of this lady having so much power, and searching with her thoughts fixed on him, was the greatest thrill that could ever befall a boy who had known her since he was almost eight years old.

She gradually drew closer, and then her distant high eyes fell upon him. She stared, with a satisfied smile forming on her face. Annelise reached down and lifted him out of the garden.

“I’ve caught you again, little boy,” she said, when he was held in front of her face, “Now I’m going to eat you all up.”

Those words made him feel so excited again, as he waited to see if she would just slide his hand into her now giant sized mouth. Annelise opened her mouth in front of him and placed him into it.

Terry lay on her tongue and slid himself to the back, so that he could look down her throat. It was like a bottomless pit with a soft edge to it. He made sure he did not fall into it, and moved away from the back of her tongue and enjoyed the feel of it against his cheeks and shoulders, as he turned his body over and over, slowly. Then he felt Annelise’s finger and thumb grasping his mid section and removing him from her mouth.

“That was a lot more realistic, wasn’t it?” she said, when he was back in her hand.

“It was fantastic, Annelise. I don’t know why. I just know I loved being in there.”

“I liked it too. You were a very delicious morning tea. I enjoyed eating you,” she said.

“I enjoyed being eaten. I wish we could play the giant game every day.”

“We can!” said Annelise, “It’s one of the reasons I wanted to bring you here.”

Over the next few months, they found ways to vary the game. Terry turned 11 and enjoyed a special cake she made for him.

One day she sat down with him and said she needed to talk.

“I’m 36 now, and you’ll soon be old enough to move onto new things in life,” she said, “It’s been nice adopting you, but I’ll have to ask the Upsizing staff ladies to teleport you back to the orphanage now, with a letter explaining that I could not continue with your adoption. I’ll soon be unable to find the time to keep walking down to your little house and playing chasing games. It’s been lovely to have you here these last few years though.”

She arranged for the teleportation, and he was once again an orphan on earth, as his young mind just accepted the hurtful news without questioning it.

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8 years later ....

A giant woman named Juney woke up on the Saturday morning to the sound of her front door knocker. She put a robe over her night dress and walked out and opened the door.

Looking down she saw a tiny boy swinging on the knocker. There was a grappling hook and a rope hanging off the knocker too. He must have used it to climb up.

“Hello. What are you doing here?” she asked.

He explained that he had found a portal back into the giant land, and had come back hoping to see Annelise.

“She must have sold the house to the person who eventually sold it to me,” said Juney.

“That means you’ve no contact with Annelise,” said Terry, “Still it was 8 years ago that I last saw her here.”

“Do you know her last name? I could help you find her,” said Juney, suddenly more interested in this young man’s special connection with a lady who was in a sense an earlier counterpart of Juney herself.

“It was Heaney, Miss Annelise Heaney,” said Terry.

“Well you’d better come in and tell me all about it,” said Juney, and lifted him and his rope and hook up and took them into the lounge room.

She sat down and rested him on the couch beside her, and Terry told a story that began seven years earlier. He told her all about his encounters with Annelise, when he was aged 7 to 11.

“I was never adopted again. I started a university course, but I found myself remembering Annelise. I’d so much like to see her again. I’m too old for her to adopt me now, but I came here hoping to see her again, just to see if the friendship could be renewed. I’d give anything to play the giant game with her again. I didn’t know I’d find you living here instead of her,” he said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take you into the village today, and I’ll make some enquiries to find out where she and her boyfriend live now,” said Juney.

Juney concealed him on her person while she made the journey, and learned that Annelise now had a son aged 7, but had separated from her boyfriend, and lived in separate houses. Annelise lived on another plateau beyond the far side of the village, and her son was in boarding school. Annelise had had a new boyfriend for the last three years, with an infant daughter who lived with Annelise at her home, and was taken with Annelise, whenever she went to her boyfriend’s property. Juney bought some food supplies for Terry and took him up to the edge of Annelise’s property.

“Annelise and her daughter are probably at her boyfriend’s place now,” she said, “I can leave you here, and you can reintroduce yourself to Annelise on Monday, if that’s what you’d like.”

“I guess you’ll be long gone, by the time I’ve caught up with Annelise,” said Terry, “So I’ll say thanks now.”

“You’re welcome,” said Juney, “I wish you all the best in your reunion with your friend Annelise.”

“Thank you. Have a nice trip home.”

He watched Juney walk down out of sight, and then he made himself comfortable for the next day and a half, until Monday morning came along.

When Annelise was alone in the house, he found a way in, and went to the lounge room, where she was sitting, wearing a sleeveless shirt and a long skirt. She looked even more lovely at 45, and he was almost 20.

“Hello Annelise!” he called.

She turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

“It’s me, Terry!”

She lifted him up and set him to rest on the material, which covered her chest.

“How did you find me here?”

He explained.

“I’m quite surprised,” she said.

“I wanted to see you again so much, Annelise. When you first adopted me, I thought it was going to be forever.”

“I’m honoured that you held onto such fond memories of me all these years, but I was a young woman back then, with no responsibilities. In the last 12 years, which has been more than half your life time, I’ve built two families and enjoyed a life of my own, which is far removed from the life I once shared with you at the orphanage. You seem to have held onto memories of the person I was a long time ago. Didn’t you ever want to find a girl of your own?”

“I never thought about that,” said Terry, “But I thought of you a lot lately, and I wondered if you’d like to play our old giants game again, now that your son is at boarding school. We could play the game on the weekdays.”

“I have been thinking of playing it again,” she said, “It occurred to me soon after we started talking today. I only want to play it once though.”

“Only once? I thought you really enjoyed ‘eating’ me, when we used to play it every day.”

“Of course I did. In fact I really enjoyed ‘eating’ you so much, that I’d like to enjoy really eating you. Most of the game will be the same as it was when I was in my thirties. This time, when I have you in my mouth, I’ll swallow you whole. That’s why we’ll only be playing it once. I’ll enjoy that more than all the times we merely pretended that I was eating you. Have a climb around my giant body, if you’d like to familiarize yourself with it again, before we play the last round.”

It took him a few minutes to register the implications of her offer, and the fact that she hadn’t mentioned any option of him rejecting it. He turned and looked to her well rounded upper arm. He climbed onto the arm and then up to the shoulder and across to her neck. The feel of her skin at gargantuan size never failed to excite him.

Terry looked across at Annelise’s neck. It was like a vertical  tunnel to the as yet unexplored regions of her stomach.

He lay on the side of her neck, where it met with her shoulder on the left side, and knew that he had to face an unexpected development:

Annelise had only placed a very limited sentimental value on the friendship that they had had many years earlier. She was now a girlfriend, a giantess, and mother of a son and daughter, and had lost almost all of her strong attachment to a boy she had once temporarily adopted before having children of her own. Her intentions for him were very imminent. In effect she was saying that ‘the final round’ would not be a game at all, but an actual attempt to capture him in her garden for the purpose of actually eating him. He understood that he would achieve nothing by appealing to the friendship that they had once shared. Its place in his heart clearly outweighed the distant memory that it held in hers.

Terry knew that he would have to play the game for real, as effectively as he possibly could, with his own survival as the stakes this time. Annelise had set the prize in her sights, and she would be playing to win.

“I realise something now, Annelise,” he said, “I’m embarrassed to admit it, given the fact that you’ve had everything you wanted for so long, and couldn’t possibly be in a position to respond anyway, but I’m in love with you. I was very fond of you as a child too.”

“I know,” she said, “I was fond of you too.”

“Yet you’re prepared to eat me now.”

“You don’t know how narrowly you escaped it before,” she said, “I wanted to eat you from the day I first laid eyes on you at the orphanage. I started the giants game, in order to appease myself, but my appetite for you kept growing. Then I invited you to come with me to this land, and to play the giants game with a real giant me. The first time we played it, I was going to swallow you, once you were in my mouth.”

“I was excited, the first time we played it in your previous giant house. I was wondering whether you’d put my hand in your mouth, or all of me. I was so happy when you put me into your mouth. I didn’t think you were going to swallow me though.”

“I very nearly went ahead with it, every single time we played the game. I hadn’t given you any warnings to worry about. You’d have just suddenly found yourself sliding down my throat as I’d have gulped.”

“I never knew that. It’s very sobering to think that I could have been eaten up in totality, all those years ago, when I was just an eight year old boy. What stopped you from going ahead with it?” asked Terry, positively enervated by every word she spoke.

“I knew how attached you were to me, and I was very attached to you too. It warmed my heart to be spending that special time with you, especially as I had no children of my own at that point. I knew that, if I’d swallowed you, it would have been all over. I chose to draw out the game, by playing it again and again on a near daily basis, until I was ready to have a baby. Do you remember the day I told you I was teleporting you back to the orphanage?”

“Yes. It was the unhappiest day of my life.”

“It could have been far more dramatic for you,” she said, “My plan had been to play the game one last time that day, after informing you that I would be swallowing you at the conclusion.”

“I think I would have partly enjoyed it,” said Terry.

“I can understand your urge,” she said, “I’m happy for you to enjoy yourself while you’ve got the chance.”

“Thank you,” he said, “So you didn’t go ahead and do the final round with me on that last day 8 years ago.”

“No. Don’t ask me why. I suppose I just couldn’t sufficiently separate my culinary desires for you from our mutual affection as friends in a pseudo adoptive relationship. I decided to let you go.”

“Thank you for that,” he said, “You gave me 8 more years before this.”

“You can imagine how much I’ve had on my mind, with two children to bring up, but I have had moments of thinking back and wondering about you, replaying our last day differently in my imagination, dreaming up a scenario where I did swallow you on the last day. I’ve just realised how lucky I am to have left such a strong impression on you. If you hadn’t sought me out and come here today, I wouldn’t finally have my chance.”

“It seems I may have brought myself to a fate that I never knew I’d previously escaped,” he said.

“It’s not certain yet. You may just escape again. I could just eat you, without playing the game of searching for you and chasing you. I won’t though. It’s part of the enjoyment for me, and gives you a small chance to save yourself. I always had a lot of fun with the game, when you were a child. However, I did wonder if you’d have played it any differently, if you’d known what my secret stakes were, that you’d have been swallowed whole once I caught you.”

“I always did my best to avoid being caught, while secretly looking forward to it. The first day we played it, I did briefly wonder if you were going to actually eat me for real. But I soon forgot that consideration and enjoyed the game. I am older now, and can think with more complexity, but you still have the advantage of giant size. It will certainly invoke new feelings, knowing that I’ll be really eaten if you catch me, and playing the game with adult feelings in me. I’ll give you the best possible challenge this time, Annelise.”

“I know you will. I’ll enjoy it more, with you knowing the finality of a potential victory for me. That’s why I decided to tell you this time.”

“I think I’m glad you did tell me. The suspense for me will be far greater. If you’d just suddenly swallowed me, I wouldn’t have all this time to think about it.”

“I suppose I should give you one extra warning, Terry: If you do avoid being found before I can catch you, you’d better not come back. I do dimly recall the extent of the fondness I had for you. The more I think about it now, the more touched I am by your return today, and the opportunity it gives me. However, if I ever come across you again, you can be sure that I will swallow you whole. The desires (that I once overcame) to eat you will be the most significant memories in play, if I have you in my mouth. You can be sure that I will really eat you all up.”

“Thank you.”

“What do you think you’ll do, in the unlikely event that you escape?”

He thought of pairing up with an available single woman, who didn’t actually want to eat him, but who would be willing to put him into her mouth occasionally for his own excitement. He didn’t want to tell this to Annelise.

“I … don’t know,” he said, “I’ve never escaped before.”

“It’s alright to be thinking of meeting another woman,” she said, “I have no claim on you that way. I’ve been married and then dating my new boyfriend since we last met.”

“I know. I just didn’t want to say anything to subtract from our special friendship. If I do get away, I’ll always remember you fondly, whoever I might end up with.”

“I know you will. I’m sorry I was never in a position to return your romantic feelings for me, even when you were too young to be aware that you had them.”

“You don’t have to apologise.”

“Thank you. I just want you to know that I’m well experienced in appreciating the value of romance. If you escape from me today, and later find yourself with true love, you should enjoy it with my blessing. I’ll make that impossible, if I catch you, and that won’t limit my enjoyment of eating you, I can assure you.”

“I know it won’t,” he said.

“Is your affection for me as strong, now that you know that, or are you at all angry with me for what I’m going to try to do to you?”

“I’m not angry,” he said, “My initial attachment to you grew out of you pretending to eat me. I’d be a hypocrite to hate you for it. Believe it or not, you have my blessing too, if you win. I’d rather get away, but I won’t be any less fond of you, nor will my memories suffer at all, if you catch me and eat me today.”

“Thank you Terry,” she said, “It’s getting close to lunch time. I think we should start the game.”

“Okay,” said Terry.

“You seem a little more fragile about it, than I remember in the old days. I think you’ve really absorbed an understanding of the significance of this game now,” observed Annelise.

“I sure have.”

“Just make your way down off my shoulder,” she said, and watched as he climbed down her neck.

Annelise’s lovely fingers closed around him, and she took him out to the garden. She lowered him gently to the ground.

“It’s exciting, isn’t it?” she asked.

“Just like old times, only far more so,” he said.

“I’ll give you 20 minutes,” she said, “Make it count, Terry. If I catch you, I’ll really eat you all up!”

“If I get away, I’ll miss you all over again. Would you do one last thing for me, before you start timing my chance to hide?”

“What’s that?”

“Could you lie on the grass and let me kiss your cheek?”

“If you like.”

She lay on her back, and he walked over and kissed her huge soft white puffy cheek with his tiny lips. Then he rested the side of his face against it, and then turned to let the other side of his face have a turn too.

“Thank you,” he said at last, “However things turn out, I’m glad to have had the opportunity to farewell you like that.”

“You’re welcome,” said Annelise, “I’ll be going inside then. Your time starts now.”

She strode into the house. He ran towards the flowerbeds, and stepped in a few meters, until he was so concealed by flowers, that he could not see out onto the lawn.

If he heard her drawing close to his spot from any direction, he would head in the opposite direction to evade her. He had just settled himself, when he heard the door opening.

Annelise was on her way to look for him.

He passed the time, thinking of the route Juney had used to bring him there. He would have to retrace it, probably during the last hour of daylight. At that time, Annelise would be busy inside with her daughter. If he got to that hillside, he could go down a little way, and hide himself, sleep the night, and then continue on as soon as the sun came up. He would look for a new woman friend in the village. For now, he had to concentrate on making sure Annelise didn’t find him.

He heard her approaching, after she had searched in other places for a while. He could not see her, but her footsteps on the grass were very close.

Soon a shadow fell over the flowers that surrounded him. She was standing between him and the sun.

She remained in that spot, without moving on.

“She sure is taking a long time to check this area,” he thought, “If she stays at her full height and moves on, I’ll just let her pass me by. If she gets down on all fours and crawls towards me, I’ll have to head off another way.”

He waited patiently, but there was no movement. He looked up through the opening between flowers and saw Annelise’s face high above, at a slight angle.

Then Terry realised something. At his height, he had not been able to see out from behind all the surrounding flowers, and had hence not seen Annelise standing on the edge of the lawn. Yet now, looking straight up, he had a clear line of sight to her face through the same openings that had previously let in the sunlight. He saw her soft round cheeks, and then he concentrated on her eyes.

Annelise was looking straight in his direction, yet she hadn’t moved. He wondered why she hadn’t seen him. With her enormous height advantage, Annelise was able to look down from above the flowers, and didn’t need to see him from a side on angle. He hadn’t considered this factor, when he’d hidden there.

Terry stayed stock still and hoped she wouldn’t notice him.

He looked directly into her eyes, and noticed something about their expression.

Annelise had seen him, from the moment that she had stood there and blocked off the sunlight. She had been looking down at him, even before he had looked up at her. She had been staring triumphantly down at him, waiting for something.

“Of course!” he thought, “She was waiting for me to look up, and for me to realise that she’s seen me! She knows where I am. I’ll really have a job to elude her now!”

Their eyes had met directly, even from the great distance it was to him.

“It seems to have taken you longer to find me, than it took me to find you,” said Annelise.

“I hadn’t thought of your vertical vision advantage,” he said.

“That’s too bad, Terry. There are no second chances in this game.”

“I’d better make a move then,” he said, and stepped backwards, looking for better cover, while keeping his eyes pointed upwards towards Annelise.

“I don’t think that will do you a lot of good,” she said, and knelt down.

He back stepped faster now, and then saw her huge hand reaching in from above. He tried to outdistance it, but it was pointless. Her open hand soon had him hemmed in, and then the fingers gently closed around him.

Terry was lifted up, out of the flowerbed and over to her body on the lawn.

“I guess this is it,” he said, “Congratulations, Annelise. You’re just as good as ever at the giants game.”

“Thank you, Terry.”

“I’m ready to go then.”

“I was thinking, while you were using your 20 minutes to hide.”

“What about?”

“Why don’t we make this a bit more of a celebration than the unrealistic rounds we played in the past? I’d like to set the scene a little more.”

“I don’t mind,” he said, wondering if it would give him another chance to escape.

She carried him over to a garden table with a hole in the center, and placed him on the table.

“Just wait there,” said Annelise, knowing he could do nothing else.

Annelise walked over to a shed, and came out with a large umbrella, which had been designed for the table. She opened it, and pushed the pole into the table’s hole. Then she sat at the table, and looked at him.

“Take a look around the garden from up here, Terry.”

“It’s well kept,” he said.

“It’s been my hobby to take care of it,” she said, “If I’d let you go, and played the giants game again and again each day, I’d have let the garden lose its outstanding appearance.”

“I can understand,” he said.

“Let’s sit here and talk for a few minutes more, while you have a chance to really take in the view, in your last few minutes outside my mouth.”

“It looks different, from this angle. I’ve only ever seen gardens from a place of concealment, even in the orphanage at the normal sized end of the warp. It’s nice, in a different way, to look out at it from this table.”

“I know what you mean,” she said, “Unlike you, I’ll be able to sit here in comfort and look out at my beautiful garden every week day, Terry.”

“Yes. You’ve certainly won this game. I must say though, that as lovely as your garden is, the view would mean nothing to me, without you in the same scene.”

“You’re most gracious. I’d like to return your kind words with this thought: It’s only 1:15 now. I’m going to swallow you whole for the most delicious lunch I’ve ever had. Then I’m going to sit here and think about the nice meal you will have been, and call up all my old memories of our time together in the past, as I look into the beauty of my lovely garden, particularly the flowerbed where I caught you. I’ll do that for a few minutes now, in silence, while you look at me, so that you’ll have my look of satisfaction with my life in your memory, when you’re inside my stomach waiting for the tingling digestion which will absorb you into my stomach forever. Don’t say anything, Terry, just look.”

He stared up at her beautiful face, and looked at her eyes, as they slowly wandered from him, to the garden, to the sky and eventually back to him.

Terry could see those years of rewarding motherhood in Annelise’s eyes, those years of happy dating, and also the year or so of affectionate friendship she had once had with him years ago, and the renewed but altered sense of that friendship on this day. Then he saw something else in her eyes: It was the happy future she would go on to have without him. She was 45. He was decades younger. She would go on. He would not. As her eyes wandered down to him again, he knew she was triumphantly aware of his perception of this comparison, as she looked down at him with a stare that took his breath away.

Then it was Terry’s turn, for his eyes to wander. He looked from her staring eyes, down her face, to her lovely lips, past her chin, and to her neck. He remembered what it had been like to climb up her shapely upper arm and make his way over to such a soft lovely neck and make direct contact with it from the outside. He had thought about the unexplored regions of her stomach, he recalled, as he now let his eyes wander down past her chest, to take in the awesome beauty of her well dressed stomach. It awaited him now, whether or not he would still entertain any fantasies about it while he was making his way down her throat inside the neck he’d just been observing.

He thought it best to concede this to her as his parting speech.

“Go on and enjoy everything that awaits you, dear Giant Annelise. I promise you there is no contradiction in the fact that I wish I could escape and yet I have no regrets.”

“I knew that you remained sincere about that.”

“I’d like to explain it a bit more, if you’re happy to let me finish before you start eating me,” he said.

“You’ve still got time,” she said, “Go ahead.”

“I had thought I could find almost as much excitement inside another woman’s mouth, if I met a safer woman, who’s almost as pretty as you. However, I realised in those few moments of watching your eyes, that it couldn’t possibly compare. Our history (and your willingness to eat me regardless of it) makes this situation so much more exciting and arousing than any other situation could be. It’s crazy, but even though I want to escape, I know that I could never have an experience as arousing as this, if I did get away. I’ll certainly miss out on many things, when I’ve been eaten by you. Yet, if I did get away, which is still just barely my preference, and had all those things, I’d still spend the rest of my life thinking I’d missed out on what you’re about to do to me. It’s really immature, isn’t it?”

“Not at all. It’s your appreciation of your destiny, and of your special bond with me. I’m sorry it’s taken a while to fully recall in my heart just how much you meant to me, my little adopted friend. Please go down my throat knowing that it has all come back to me. You’re every bit as important in the threads of my life as my children, my marriage and the lovely life I’m having.”

“That means a lot to me, Annelise. I guess it’s what I really came back to hear.”

“It’s time for you to hear something else, little darling. Goodbye, Terry. I’m going to eat you all up.”

“Goodbye Annelise, and thanks for the memories,” he called, as she closed her hand around him.

Annelise brought him towards her mouth and licked him with the greatest enthusiasm her tongue had ever shown. She then slid him into her mouth, and soon swallowed him all the way to her stomach.