The next day she took him for a long walk around the giant countryside, which was even more solitary and peaceful and scenic than any of the attributes of the Irish countryside from whence he had come. At one point, she took him into a small isolated shop, which had a sign on the front saying ‘Mrs Timsum’s Mixed Wares’.

They looked at some things inside, and Moynie asked him to climb into a small model boat, to see how well he fit. To him it was about halfway between the size of a kayak and the size of a rowboat, but he could sit comfortably in it.

“Would you like me to buy it for you?” she asked, “I know where you could enjoy riding in it.”

“Yes, thank you,” he replied.

She carried the boat home in one hand, while he rode on her shoulder, and then put the boat on the bathroom bench, beside the bath, and sat him in it. She turned the bath on to start filling up, and left the room.

In a few minutes, she returned, wearing a bikini, looked at the water level, and turned the tap off. Moynie stepped into the bath, and sat down, leaning against the back of the tub. She lifted the boat up, with Denny seated in it, and placed it gently into the water in front of her, gave it a little push with her hand, and watched it float to the other end of the bath. It soon floated back to her, and they talked the whole time.

“We can do it every night until the birthday dinner, if you like,” she said later in the bedroom.

“I thought it was a great way to travel with no destination in mind,” he said, “Except your tummy eventually. But we won’t need a boat for that.”

The next day she took him to a third house she owned, which did have a pool, and they went indoors. She left him and the boat in the lounge room, while she changed into a bikini. Then she carried the boat out to the side edge of the pool and left it there with him inside it.

“I’ll come and get you, after the water settles down,” she said.

He watched her stride gracefully over to the far end of the pool, climb the small ladder to the diving board, and then walk slowly along it. Every move she made excited him immensely, and every move she made took on a new dimension, when he looked at her tummy, knowing of the life that awaited him inside it. It was a beautiful compartment separating the two pieces of her bikini and it seemed just made to accommodate him perfectly.

Denny had never been able to dive himself, had tried to learn to do it at swimming lessons, but had never been able to talk his feet into leaving the ground and kicking out while he leaned over. Several attempts had ended up with him either going in feet first or bellyflopping. It had always turned him on to see older girls diving into the school pool so confidently, when he couldn’t do it himself. Now he stood and watched in exponential awe, as this beautiful giantess bent her legs a little, and launched herself off the board, into the air, and down into the clear water. He watched her gigantic body gliding under the surface, and treated the whole experience as a rapture of unparalleled proportions.