Miss Cartwright had read Downwardboy’s reply to HER email and was quite taken by him. His appraisal of Dirk’s situation had keenly stimulated her in ways she had never been able to enjoy before.
She pondered on what to say in return, and studied his profile.
Amos had developed a crush on a girl he’d met at school named Colleen. He was now in 11th grade, and wasn’t going to the boys school at the end of the forest, from which so many boys had visited the giant school.
Instead he was going to a co-educational school. He had become more aware of the implications of Marilyn being older than he was. He had never discussed it with her, or his feelings.
Yet, having reached adolescence, he was able to notice girls his own age, and Colleen in particular, caught his eye.
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Miss Cartwright typed her next message, a strange feeling in her mouth forming as she thought about it:
“Dear Downwardboy,
You have me quivering with excitement just thinking about your messages. I must say that you are a lad of mystery. Do you have a photograph of yourself that you could show me? I’m rather surprised that you haven’t included one. The other boys on this website have been so keen to make an impression on us ladies, that they usually ask me for my opinion of their photograph. Have you any reason to hide yours from me?
Lyndalvorer.”
Mrs Long sang Casey the next few verses of ‘The Thin Edible Shrinking Student’:
"I've never met someone so small," said his teacher, who clearly could not recognize
Diminutive features on young Stefan's face, as he looked at the gleam in her eyes,
"I won't have the time now, to eat you, but I'll come tomorrow at quarter to ten,
And take you with me to the mountains, and have you for lunch on a hill near the glen."
He waited, as she sealed the classroom and turned the laboratory key in the lock;
And watched (as she carried him off to her office), while gripped by her fingers in shock.
"I really don't want to be eaten," he said, when he stood on her desk near a cup.
"You will be," she answered, with merciless joy, "I am going to gobble you up!"
He looked out the window, as she crossed the lawn, leaving him there to frantically wait,
Until she returned, for the picnic which would be the boy's inescapable fate.
He slept on the cushion she'd placed on the desk, while he dreamed of the next morning's trip,
To scenic locations, where she would make use of her tongue and her large lower lip.
He woke up at nine, on an overcast day, and he soon saw the teacher approach,
Now dressed in a lovely long skirt; and her jewelry included a valuable brooch.
She went to her car, put the boy in her lap, and proceeded to drive to the hills.
He looked at the beautiful teacher, and wished he could alter the means of her thrills.
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The next day was Saturday. That morning, Dirk went into the school grounds and had a look at his emails. There were a number from various girls and women. He was agog at the way Christinel had caught someone in this very giant school garden the day before, possibly even while he had been writing to Miss Cartwright. She had then emailed him her frightening plans for her quarry, while she was preparing to eat him. By now the boy was presumably gone.
Now he understood why his school so frequently took in new boys. There was certainly a lot of suspicion aroused by the complete disappearance of a number of boys at his school, and with absolutely no explanation whatsoever. Yet the school had a long waiting list, with some students booked in at birth. So there were always parents willing to send new students along midstream.
Dirk was far keener to see what the alluring Miss Cartwright had written. He read her message and wondered if she was at her home computer that morning. Sending her a photograph might well tip her to who he was, to the fact that Dirk had not fled the school forever after her meal of his friend, but had frequently returned to it.
Something in his captivated mind simply couldn’t say no to her. He attached a photograph from his hard drive storage files to the next email, and sent it to her.
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Mrs Middlehyde couldn’t keep away from the school either. She hadn’t seen any small boys since she had eaten her last captive five years ago as a new teacher. She wondered if the boys were avoiding the school on schooldays, in order to keep themselves safe. She decided to take a trip to the school on the Saturday afternoon, and surprise them. She had the morning to spend with her daughters, and then she was on her way after lunch.
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One day a youth social group leader named Miss Williams was taking her youth group on a Saturday bush walk through the forest. However, she had found that one of the boys, Drake, who had been orphaned that year, had formed a strong attachment to her. She liked the boy too, and thought it would be nice to have any excuse for an outing. So she had brought the youth group on an excursion.
They found the Trans-D tube and she gave them permission to follow her through it. When they reached the other side, she said they could all go on a ten minute walk around the large plants that they found. When the group had spread out a little, she heard a voice above her and looked up. Staring down at them was a giant woman.
“I’m Brooke Middlehyde, and it’s nice to have little visitors like you here,” she said, “I’m an old girl of this school. Now I’m a teacher.”
“I’m a youth group leader,” said Miss Williams, “These are my youth group members.”
“I’m not interested in you in the least, Miss Williams,” said Mrs Middlehyde, “But I am going to catch the boys in your youth group and eat them all.”
Miss Williams grabbed Drake.
“Run and hide, everyone. Get to the tube if you can!” she called.
There were 38 youth group members in her youth group, including Drake. 20 were girls. The other 18 were boys.
She was close to the tube. So, keen to save Drake, she jumped through the tube with him.
In the mean time, Mrs Middlehyde ran around the garden, chasing all 17 of the other boys. She caught the first one and put him straight into her mouth and ate him, while still going after the others. She managed to catch another 3 of the boys. She put them on a high garden wall. They could only look down and watch her hunting down the rest of them and bringing them up in small groups, each time her hand was full. Soon she had all 16 of them on the wall. She left them up there and went into her classroom and came back with a box.
Mrs Middlehyde put them all into the box, and took them into the classroom. She took them from the box and put them into a cupboard to which she had the only key. She gave them some food to keep them alive for the moment.
“Now whenever I feel like a daily treat, I only need to come and eat one of you little boys,” she said, and closed the door, leaving only the internal light of the cupboard switched on. They had various items of soft material to use as beds as they awaited her daily visits to the cupboard and wondered who would be next to go. In three weeks she would have eaten the whole youth group. (Which is precisely what happened, but there is little need to detail that here. Suffice it to say that she enjoyed it).
Lyndalvorer went to her computer after lunch that Saturday, looked at Dirk’s photograph email attachment, and wasted no time in replying to Dirk’s email.
“You’re a very appealing young fellow, Downwardboy. It makes you look very delicious, might I add. I’m surprised you were hesitant to put this photograph up, unless it was to avoid recognition by any of us who might one day devise some way to miniaturize you. Rest assured, I’m working on it, and I am a science teacher, by the way.
Lyndal.”
He was so out of control with excitement, that part of him felt he had to tell her who he was. As long as he stayed right next to the outlet of the Trans-D tube, with his backpack and laptop close at hand, there would be no risk of being eaten by her.
He thought more about Lyndalvorer, and whether or not to tell her who he was. He decided to sleep on it, and went home.
After much deliberation, Dirk returned to the same Trans-D tube he had used, this time on a Sunday. He sent Miss Cartwright a new email.
She checked her emails on the Sunday afternoon and was amazed.
“Dear Miss Cartwright,
This is going to sound unbelievable to you, and it is incredible to me too. Try to imagine how it feels to me to be writing to you like this.
I will now tell you the whole truth about me. I knew about Garth even before I read your story. I am Dirk. I followed you into the school, the day you chased us, after you’d given up on me, to see if I could save Garth. I watched you, and heard you tell him about this website.
I watched you eat my friend. Up until it happened I was dreading it, wishing I could do something to save him, yet not wanting you to know I was hiding under the cupboard. I knew that you would have eaten me too.
I saw your body and your face looking satisfied as you did it. I looked up at your tongue as you prepared to do it. I found myself feeling something as well as the fear. I was aroused. I was excited. I was fascinated. I was confused. Here you were eating my friend. I didn’t want to end up facing the same outcome, but yet I couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty and exciting your mouth and your body looked. I have thought about it ever since.
So I snuck back into the school with my wireless internet laptop and found that the internet technology had been successfully duplicated on your world, just like almost everything else in history it seemed, except the size differences.
You were so right when you said we had a special connection. By rights I should be hiding on my world, making sure you never have another chance to grab me and eat me too.
I don’t intend to let you find or capture me, but I would like to keep emailing you. We could talk about the fun of you eating me, so long as I don’t really have to end up as a giant science teacher’s main course.
This means so much to me, and I am too thrilled about it to begrudge what you did to my friend. Please let me know if it is of any value to you to pursue this.
Downwardboy Dirk.”
Lyndal Cartwright was lost for words.
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On the Monday, after school, Amos decided to be a little more open about his feelings for Colleen. They had been catching the same bus home from school. Colleen lived in the next street parallel to Amos’s.
On this day, Amos kept talking to her, after they’d alighted from the bus, and they soon reached the point, where he would usually turn off into his own street.
He asked her if she would like to go out with him.
Colleen laughed in his face and walked off.
Lyndal Cartwright was still elated on the Monday night. She had spent the day at school, knowing that Dirk could have been in the school gardens at any time, thinking about her in the way he had indicated, and sending her emails from his wireless internet laptop.
That afternoon, she sent him another email after school.
“Dear Dirk,
It is so nice, and so surprising, to finally know who you are.
I am strangely touched that my actions have enabled me to have such an effect on you.
You should realise the peril you are constantly entering though, since your email won’t work from your own world. For the mere pleasure of communicating with me, you will have to be constantly taking the risk of bringing your computer into my world… where I can get you, Dirk.
I will never stop trying, and one day I just might do it.
My best friend is Christinel on this site. She is still hunting someone she met five years ago, who escaped her a few times back then.
“You know I have been successful in eating some other boys from your school, both then and now. It will be my pleasure to continue hunting for you, and I am grateful to you for letting me know you are prepared to return to my world. I will enjoy second guessing your arrivals and trying to ambush you.
As well as all this, of course, is the enjoyment of reading your emails.
So, let the games (or the hunts) begin.
Your dear friend, until I catch and eat you,
Lyndal.”
There was only one thing that Lyndal did not know.
Dirk had done lots of walking around both the school grounds and the forest of his own world before deciding to send his confessions to her.
He had located most of the other Trans-D tubes, and tested them all, and noted their relative locations in the Giant girls’ school. He was fairly sure that Lyndal did not know about them. Even if she did, she could not possibly anticipate which one he would use each time, let alone when each time would be.
Dirk and Lyndal enjoyed weeks and weeks of playing their hunting game and testing each other with tricky questions in both cyberspace and the school gardens. There was one time when she abandoned her computer during a lengthy after school chatting session between them. He had chosen the Trans-D tube she knew about, and he soon heard her approaching his garden spot, as she crawled through, rustling the plants wherever she went.
He folded up his laptop and got it into his backpack, and put it on his back in record time of only a few seconds. The backpack had been padded with his school jumper and some books, to protect the laptop a little more. Just as she came into view and lunged for him, he jumped into the Trans-D tube and made it safely back to his own earth.
She smiled at how close she’d come and went back to her computer and typed another email.
“I almost had you that time, Dirk. Just think. It would have been the last of your emails, in fact the last of everything for you, and the happy end to my hunt, little quarry. How long do you think you can keep winning this game? Yet you are not winning, are you little quarry? You are merely delaying your losing of this hunting game.
The time will come, when I will catch you, and you know the rest. Yet I know now that you will keep coming back, despite the perils, because we are connected, because I excite you, little quarry. If it’s worth something to you, and I’m sure it is, then be apprised of the fact that you excite me too. I simply adore being able to debrief (what just happened between us in the garden) over the internet like this. You have no idea what pleasure it brings me, or perhaps you do.
Until next time, little quarry,
Lyndal.”
Mrs Long wrote some more verses of ‘The Thin Edible Shrinking Student’ and sang them to Casey:
She parked at a hillside, placed him in the basket, and carried it down to a tree,
Positioned the rug on the grass, and sat down. Then she licked her nice red lips, with glee.
"It's time, little pixie, or goblin, or gnome. Now I shan't need a plate or a bowl,
To lick you a few times, and then put you into my mouth, and I'll gobble you whole."
He suddenly realized the true implications of her saying "pixie" or "gnome."
Since she didn't know who he was, he must tell her, if he ever hoped to get home,
He thought, as her tongue used his shoulders and cheeks for the pleasure of each lengthy lick.
Before he could get in a word, he was inside her mouth, and he had to be quick.
In moments, his chance to explain would expire, but the boy held his panic in check;
And then Mrs Robertson gulped, and he found himself trapped halfway down her long neck.
He stretched out his arms and his legs, in the hope that her next gulp could not move him down.
She soon coughed him up, and then held him in front of her face with a confident frown.
"If you don’t keep still, when I'm gulping you down, I may well have to tie your hands too,"
She said; and he answered, "I'm sorry. I don't think you actually understand who
Is going to end up as your picnic lunch. I'm Stefan, a new student of yours.
I shrank, with my serum, which seemed not to work, and then you came to lock all the doors."
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Jenny knew that Mrs Long would never help her to increase Willy’s size. She had approached every scientist she could find until she finally met Androline: a woman who had never considered inventing a miniaturizing process or an enlarging process, but felt that she could come up with a way. Jenny volunteered to be her test subject for a miniaturizing process, and went for several appointments.
“I believe the answer lies not in chemicals, as all the other scientists you’ve mentioned have tried, but in radiation,” said Androline, “Radiation could pass through the pores of the skin and affect your entire body, and any clothing you were wearing at the time.”
After a number of appointments, Androline had found the right type of radiation with which to bathe Jenny. After a few treatments, in which Jenny was confined to a radiation chamber, Androline achieved a permanent effect, which she believed would enable Jenny to permanently acquire the power to reduce in size and regrow at will.
“I want you to remain here, so that I can test the effect for a few days,” said Androline, and let both Jenny and Willy live in her laboratory. Willy was now 5 foot tall. Jenny was able to reduce herself to a height of 6 foot 6 inches. As she could regrow to her full giant size at will, Androline did not need to stay at the laboratory overnight and look after them.
After 3 days of consistent testing, they learned that Jenny could only retain her 6 foot 6 inches height for 18 hours at a time. For the remaining 6 hours of any day, from the time she first shrank to 6 foot 6, she would automatically shoot back up to a height of 20 foot tall, not nearly her full giant size, but nonetheless more than three times the height of Willy.
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Dirk had been so aroused by Lyndal’s email, just as she had planned. He wrote back to her:
“Dear Lyndal,
I know just what you mean. I am already consumed, in a sense, consumed by the desire to return to continue our exciting interludes. I’ve thought and thought of you endlessly, but it all comes down to these few lines I’ve just written,
Dirk.”
Soon he received the most challenging reply yet.
“Dear Dirk,
I find myself aching to taste your delicious flesh, even if I can’t actually swallow it. I have an idea. I could purchase a pair of handcuffs, drop the key near the outlet of the Trans-D tube for you, and handcuff my hands together behind my back. Then I could lie down in the garden and you could approach my mouth. I could put out my tongue and lick you, but I wouldn’t have my hands free to force you into my mouth. When we’d both indulged ourselves enough, I could turn around, so that my hands were just near the Trans-D tube. You could throw the key into my hands and jump into the tube and escape.
So what do you think, Dirk? Would you dare to live a little more dangerously?
Lyndal.”
Jenny and Willy were wondering how to solve the remaining size change problem.
“I think I have an idea,” said Willy, “Could you use some of your savings to buy an amount of gold, which would not be worth much on this world, but would (because of its size) be worth a fortune on my world? Then we could go back to my world, and explain my absence by saying that I went off prospecting for gold and finally found a huge deposit. I’m almost old enough to have dropped out of school anyway. We could sell it, and use the money to buy a large block of land, and build a house with two sides. One side would be two stories for people my size. The other would be a single storey with everything built in proportion to a 20 foot tall giant. I’ll say I’m doing it as a novelty. The architect can make what he will of my sanity. I’ll get a larger bed and other larger furniture made up for you as well. We’ll sleep there together each night, but only to cuddle and kiss unless we get married later, and when you grow for your six hours, I’ll just be a third of your size beside you. The two sections can be reached from each other by a seven foot high door on the ground floor of both. We’ll be fine so long as you time your 20 foot height never to be seen by anyone other than me. There might even be situations when you can get away with your full size on earth.”
“Willy, you’ve thought of everything,” she said.
It took her a few days longer to raise the gold they needed. Then they explained their plans to Jenny’s mother, who was the only family member in her confidence. They made their way to a Trans-D tube in the woods outside the giant school where they had first met, and Jenny shrank to tiny size. They both went through the tube together and emerged in the forest on Willy’s earth. Jenny grew back to 20 foot height deliberately, to save her 18 hours for later, since there was unlikely to be anyone to see them in the forest.
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It took a while before Dirk was game enough to respond to Mrs Lyndal Cartwright’s challenge.
“Dear Lyndal,
It would only be I who was living dangerously, but I am as keen to be licked by your tongue as you are to taste me. I will meet you near the Tube just after 3pm tomorrow.
When you arrive, sit down with your back to me, dropping the key as you go, so that I can see that you have secured your hands,
Dirk.”
Lyndal agreed, and Dirk arrived at 2:45, while Lyndal was still in school. He had had to sneak out of his own school early, but did so by feigning illness. He saw Lyndal getting close. She still hadn’t put on the handcuffs!
“Don’t come any closer yet, or I’ll jump through the tube,” he said.
“I won’t,” she said, stopping, “I just couldn’t get through this thick shrubbery with my hands already cuffed. Here, catch.”
She threw him the key.
It landed just next to the Tube outlet. He tested lifting it. It was light enough for him to pick up.
“Thanks. Now lie down on your side with your back to me and put the handcuffs on,” he said.
She did so, and then edged her body closer to the tube, and rolled over.
Mrs Long’s musical saga continued, as Casey gaped into her adorable giant singing mouth:
She held him in front of her eye, and said, "Stefan! I just couldn't see who you were,"
Then kissed him repeatedly, making him guilty, with feelings he still had for her.
He said, "since you're married, we'd better stop kissing. At least now I won't still be forced
To go in your stomach." She answered, "My husband and I have long since been divorced.
Since you won't be eaten, I've things in the basket, which we could still share on a plate,
And then we'll consider this day in the mountains a chance to enjoy our first date."
She took the boy home, and he slept on the pillow beside her adorable head,
And woke up to kiss her, no longer concerned with his size, as she lay in her bed.
"You gave me a start, when you found me and said that you'd make me a Saturday meal,"
He said; and she smiled, and said, "I have been thinking about that myself, a great deal.
I do like you, Stefan. I think you're a brilliant inventor, and handsome and sweet;
But since you're so small and appealing, I still think you'd be a great pleasure to eat."
"But surely you wouldn't still do it to me, when you know I'm a boy in your class,
Whom you've come to love, yesterday, when we kissed on that rug on the green mountain grass."
She gave him a hauntingly beautiful look, as he stared back and waited in awe,
In love with his teacher, and anxious to know if her answer would be as before.
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Mrs Yeo was reading in her front room (of the headmistress’s residence, on an out of bounds part of the school’s property) that afternoon, after school, oblivious to the way that Miss Cartwright and Dirk were manifesting their unique interests in each other. A teenage boy from the Boys High School found a Trans-D tube, which emerged in Mrs Yeo’s garden, only giant inches from the house. He looked through the window panes at the ground level and saw Mrs Yeo reading. She was a beautiful giant woman. He knocked on the window to get her attention.
Mrs Yeo looked up, walked over to the door, opened it, came out and looked down at the boy.
“Would you like to come inside, so that we can talk?” she asked.
“Yes thank you. I’m Roy,” he said.
“I’m Mrs Yeo. Follow me then,” she said, and led the way into the house. She sat back down on her chair, and he made himself comfortable on the carpet, looking at the way her legs hung from her skirt.
“The last time I saw a boy like you, I managed to get his permission to eat him,” said Mrs Yeo, “Is that likely to give you a negative opinion of me?”
The next time that Amos and Marilyn had met for their Saturday afternoon picnic in the woods, he had been despondently recalling the way Colleen had reacted to his offer to walk with her after school.
“You’re very quiet today,” said Marilyn.
He told her all that had happened with Colleen, and burst into tears.
“You’re fully grown up,” he sobbed, “Can you explain to me what I did wrong, so I don’t make the same mistake with the next girl?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” said Marilyn, “You’re a sweet heartsick handsome little boy, and she simply didn’t appreciate you.”
“But I don’t have anyone who does,” he said.
“Try not to think about it. At least we have each other as friends,” she said, and gave him a comforting kiss on the cheek. She lay down after a while, and let him use her shoulder as a mattress for his own comfort, while they dozed off in the mid afternoon. He awoke later to find that she was still asleep, and looked from her shoulder, over at her beautiful neck and face.
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Roy was certainly taken aback, but he was too keen to give her a favourable opinion of himself, to even consider any negative response to her.
“I guess it’s OK if you had his permission. Didn’t you think he might be worth kissing instead though?” asked Roy.
“We weren’t right for each other in the long term,” said Mrs Yeo.
“Do you think I might be right for you?” asked Roy.
“It is possible that you might,” said Mrs Yeo, “I would be willing to give it a try, if you would be willing to at least keep an open mind about something yourself.”
“What would that be?” asked Roy.
“If I decided at some point not to continue with whatever romantic relationship had developed between us, is there at least a possibility that you might be prepared to grant me your permission to eat you too?”
“I guess I could think about it at the time,” said Roy.
“Do you know that you’re not really predisposed against it?” asked Mrs Yeo.
“I don’t think I am,” said Roy, “It would depend on what I wanted out of life at the time, and what I’d already had, and how you would go about the eating process. Would it involve any torture for me?”
“Of course not,” she said, reassuringly, “You’re as small as Peter, and he went down in one mouthful.”
“Then I’d have to let you know my answer, if you posed the question later. I definitely couldn’t say yes to being eaten now. I’d at least want some dating time with you first, and I’d like to hope that you’d be equally open to the possibility that we might stay together forever.”
“I am open to that possibility,” said Mrs Yeo, “So I suppose we are entering a relationship with a great deal of unknowns for both of us.”
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“It’s nice to be together at last, even with these limitations,” Lyndal Cartwright said, lying on her side, looking at Dirk. He stood in front of her pretty face and kissed her cheek on impulse.
“I think I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said.
“I don’t mind in the least. Can I lick you now?” she said.
“Yes, but if you try to close your mouth around me, I’ll run off, grab the key and take it through to my world. You’ll have a real time getting loose then.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, “I want to be fully able to enjoy the day I swallow you down, not handcuffed and stuck on my side. I don’t even think I’d be able to gulp you down in this position. You wouldn’t slide down my throat, while it’s lying side on. Would you like to climb in and slide a little way along my throat and then come back out? You’d prove it to yourself then, wouldn’t you?”
It was an incredible thought. He considered it, the possibility of actually moving his body over her tongue and into her throat, spending a little while part way along it, and then coming back out and escaping to his own world.
“I’d love to,” he said at last, “But you need only sit back up, even with your hands cuffed, and you could gulp me down forever. I won’t risk that. I still want you to lick me though.”
He walked a little closer, and stood with his face right in front of her mouth. The front of her tongue came out and tasted his face.
“You know I think you’re more delicious than Garth was,” she said, “Would you be willing to take off your shirt, so I can sample some more of you?”
Dirk slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He tied it around his waist and then felt the front of her tongue sliding all over his chest and his arms and his neck.
“How about your back?” she asked.
“I’d be off guard, unable to see to react in time, if you made any sudden moves,” he said.
This time she licked from his belly button right up to his forehead.
“You’ve really stimulated my appetite for you, Dirk.”
“I’d best be heading home now,” he said. If you turn around and sit up, with your back just near the tube outlet, I’ll pass the key into your hands and then leave you to free yourself.”
“Alright then,” she said, “Thank you, Dirk. It’s been truly fun for me.”
“And for me,” he said.
As she sat up with her back to him, her handcuffed hands were right in front of him, palms facing up. They looked so soft and white and alluring, that he wanted to enjoy the feel of being held by one of them.
“Miss Cartwright,” he said, “I’d like to be held by your lovely hand for a little while. Would you mind?”
“Not at all.”
“I’m throwing the key into the tube. It will stay at my world’s end of the tube, while I climb onto your hand. You may close your fingers around me gently. I’ll enjoy the feel of that. You won’t be able to get your hands anywhere near your mouth to eat me. Then I’ll jump through the tube, and bring the key back for you. Do you agree?”
“Yes,” she said, “Innovating thinking, little Dirk.”
The key was gone. He climbed gently onto her hand, and felt the rounded sections of her fingers closing around him. He was unable to move for a while, but enjoyed the touch of her hand against his body. Finally she released her grip.
“I’ve just realised a dangerous flaw in my plan to get you the key,” he said, “You could change positions and surprise me, while I’m fetching the key from my forest. I’ll jump through, and you can rest your hand just in front of the tube outlet. I’ll throw the key in from my end, and it will come out and land on your hand. From there you should be able to get yourself free.”
“Alright little Dirk. Farewell for now. I’ll look forward to your next email, although I don’t know how we’ll top this,” she said.
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Willy and Jenny were soon looking at real estate, until they found a property for sale, which suited all their needs. It was not too far from the forest, so that Jenny could still take him back to her world when she wanted to. It had an existing two storey mansion on it, and gardens so large, that the annexure built for Jenny’s 20 foot mode would still leave them plenty of lawns and garden space. There were tall trees all around the property as well, which would help to conceal Jenny, if she ventured outside at 20 foot tall. Their annexure took four months to build. Willy remained on his own world to supervise it. Jenny would occasionally stay nights and sleep the six hours of compulsory 20 foot size on the lawn.
Finally the annexure was completed, including the larger furniture. Jenny enjoyed the first chance to kiss Willy at her mere 6 foot 6 height even on her own world. She kissed him passionately at that height, until she grew to her 20 foot height, and then they enjoyed the novelty of doing it with her being that height. On the second night, she grew to her full giant size and invited him to lie on each of her shoulders in turn. He reached out with both arms to cup her shoulder as best as he could and squeeze it with all of his strength. This drove Jenny into a frenzied passion. He was her sweet tiny boy. She was his beautiful giant girl, and they now had the ability to enjoy their love in so many physical ways.
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Mrs Brooke Middlehyde did not know what had been going on in the meantime.
Her younger sister Swayna, still a boarder at the Girls High School, had gone actively searching the school grounds for tiny boys. She had located two Trans-D tubes. She was excited at the thought of finding a tiny teenager of her own.
She had no luck for a few weeks, and then one day she saw one. Before he could see her, she grabbed him and ran off to her dormitory.
“Aren’t you going to introduce yourself, little boy?” she asked, “I’m Swayna.”
“I’m Jerro. Are you going to keep me here forever?” he asked nervously.
“Not if you don’t want me to,” she said, “I was hoping you’d like to be my boyfriend.”
Just like that, he thought, it was a lot easier than it had seemed on his own earth.
“I think that would be nice,” said Jerro.
“They we will be seeing more of each other here,” said Swayna, “But before you commit to this relationship, I do have to warn you of something. My sister is a teacher here. When she was a boarding school girl here, she ate boys like you. She told me she would even be prepared to eat any tiny boyfriends of mine, if she caught them. So we must be very careful. I think there are others who would do the same to you. There’s a website here called www.2vore6ate.com. A number of the girls and teachers have joined it, although some like me only write about romancing tiny boys, not eating them. I vow to you right now, that I will do everything I can to keep you safe, but there is a risk. If you’d rather not take it, then I can return you to your Trans-D tube safely now, and you need never leave the safety of your own little world again.”
“I’d like to take the chance,” said Jerro.
Casey was becoming more and more aroused by the subsequent verses of Mrs Long’song ‘The Thin Edible Shrinking Student’. The song seemed to be dissolving the boundaries between her romance with Casey and her culinary conquests of other students. He could understand both viewpoints, and was even more relieved that she had chosen him as the one to be loved, rather than one of the ones to be eaten. Her singing continued.
"I'm sorry, dear Stefan, it's lovely to be with a student so friendly and young;
But you shall indeed be a dinner tonight, and a wonderful treat for my tongue.
I'll give you the romance you long for today; but you'll be on the absentee list
In classes tomorrow," she said. Mrs Robertson held Stefan closely and kissed.
Quite late in the day, she went into the kitchen, and left him beside some soft fruit,
And answered the phone, while he pushed the fruit off and jumped down, lest she come in pursuit.
He cushioned his fall to the floor, with the fruit, and ran out to the garden to leave.
"My teacher's a man eater," Stefan concluded, and hoped he had found a reprieve.
The walls which surrounded her garden were high. So he gave up his hopes to escape.
He now had to hide until nightfall, and then scale the wall, while he kept in good shape.
The flowers concealed him, but soon she came looking:- her elegant features - a threat.
"You can't get away. I shall find you and catch you and eat you. It's not over yet."
She cut off escape routes, and narrowed it down to the place where the petals concealed
The boy, and her fingers then brushed them aside, so that Stefan was fully revealed.
"You've been very silly to run out like this. You're still going to be eaten," she mused,
And carried him back to the kitchen, where she was relaxed with her prize, and enthused.