7th Grader Toby was running further away from another trans-D tube. He had not been able to resist coming into the grounds after school, to catch another glimpse of beautiful Mrs Long. Her expressed desire to “gobble him all up” both drove him wild with excitement and created a very real need to make sure she didn’t catch him.
She had surprised him by stepping up the intensity of her searches for him. He had told her he loved her on their first meeting, and she knew that he would be likely to return several times to see her. She was now in hot pursuit of him, and the only safe direction left to flee took him up the slope and into the headmistress’s garden.
He looked back and saw Mrs Long briskly walking around the garden back in the school grounds. He bolted across Mrs Yeo’s lawn, and then saw a woman walking towards him. It was the headmistress. There was no time to escape her as well. She picked him up and said, “You’re panting furiously. Are you alright, little boy?”
“Yes, thank you,” said Toby, as she took him inside.
“I’ve met two little boys like you already,” she said, “I’ve eaten one of them, called Peter, and I’m dating the other one, called Roy. I haven’t decided whether to go on dating Roy or to eat him. I think you’d be very nice to eat.”
“Mrs Long’s being trying to eat me for weeks. Today she very nearly caught me. It looks like I’ve only escaped her to be eaten by you.”
“My name’s Mrs Yeo, and you won’t need to escape me. Mrs Long might well eat anyone she manages to capture. However, I don’t eat any boys without their permission. Peter gave me his, and Roy said he’d think about it, if I decided I wanted to eat him.”
“Thank you for your kind consideration,” said Toby, “But I definitely don’t want to go as far as being permanently eaten.”
“Then why do you keep coming back here, knowing that Mrs Long is after you?” asked Mrs Yeo.
“When she said she was going to gobble me all up, there was something about the way her mouth voiced those words, which I just couldn’t get out of my system. I wanted to keep coming back and seeing her from a safe hiding place, knowing that she wanted to put me into her mouth and gobble me down, but not actually having to face that fate.
“I think you’re in love with her,” said Mrs Yeo.
Another boy found one of the many trans-D tubes, which now existed, and began exploring the giant girls’ school grounds, until he was spotted by a school girl, who picked him up and introduced herself as Ambra. She took him to her dormitory and put him on the desk in front of her computer.
“There’s a lot of girls and ladies who like to eat little boys the size you happen to be,” said Ambra, “What’s your name anyway?”
“I’m Vance,” said the boy.
“Well I’m not into vore myself,” she said.
“It’s lucky for me.”
“Not really,” said Ambra, “I’ve found a website linked to www.2vore6ate.com (the first vore forum created), where members of www.2vore6ate.com have the opportunity to buy or sell tiny boys. The trading site is called www.shebay.com. I’m sure there’ll be some bidders who would like to purchase you for a nice meal. I’ll start listing you now. Then I’ll open an auction on you.”
He could see that she wasn’t going to consider the real cost to him of the easy money she was about to make. He watched her pink fingers typing on the keyboard, and looked at the screen.
“I’ll have to list you in the appropriate age category,” she said, “How old are you?”
“I’m 16.”
“So am I. Now I’ll choose an appearance category. There’s Cute, Plump, Firm or Moderate. I think we’ll go with Cute.”
“If you think I’m cute, why not keep me?” he asked.
“You’re a bit small for my dating tastes,” she said, “But there’ll be plenty of demand to eat you, I’m sure.”
She lifted him up to her eye level and put him on a shelf. Then she took her camera and took a close-up snapshot of him. She uploaded it to the computer, and then posted it with her listing on www.shebay.com.
“I think you’re just what the buyers will want. Most ladies don’t list them for sale, as they prefer to keep and use the ones they catch. There are far more buyers than sellers on shebay. I think we can expect plenty of responses and bids soon. I’ll open the auction,” she said.
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“I am in love with Mrs Long, and she knows it,” said Toby, “I know it’s crazy, pointless, and I’m risking my life every time I come here. I just can’t help thinking how thrilling it would be to go into her mouth, if I didn’t actually have to go the last mile down to her basement belly.”
“I’ve been her employer for a while now. I know she’s honest. Would it be worth meeting with her on those terms, if she promised to let you go at the end?”
“I’d love it, but she’d never go for it. Once she’s got me, she’ll never release me.”
“I could put an offer to her on your behalf, that you two meet for one afternoon and/or evening, enjoy all of the tongue play that you like, and then she’s no worse off when she turns you loose at the trans-D tube, on the understanding that next time she’s on your trail she’ll show you no mercy at all. You’ll both have had the chance to enjoy the benefits of her tongue touching your body. I’m a member of the www.2vore6ate.com website, where its designer Lyndal Cartwright posted a true story of how she arranged to meet a boy and handcuff herself, so that he could spend some time close to her tongue. She caught and ate him on another occasion, but only because he came back and took the chance on it. You’ll be taking that chance every time you return, whether you have this opportunity I’m suggesting or not.”
“It could be just what I need,” said Toby, “You’re very kind to help me like this.”
“There’s a tube in my garden, very close to my house, that my tiny boyfriend uses to visit me. I’ll send you through that one, and you can use it again to come and see me here after school tomorrow. I’ll talk to Mrs Long tomorrow and let you know. I won’t tell her which tube you’re using. I don’t want her trespassing in my garden and finding out about my boyfriend Roy. If he’s ever going to be eaten, I want to be the one to do it.”
The following day, Mrs Yeo asked Mrs Long into her office during Christine’s free period.
“The boy Toby escaped you, because I found him. When I expressed an interest in eating him, he turned it down. He’s totally devoted to your mouth, but unable to come out to touch it, because of the compulsory plans you’d have for him,” said Mrs Yeo, “I suggested another path, and he’s asked me to communicate an offer to you. Toby would be willing to come and meet you somewhere one afternoon after school, and let you spend the rest of the day enjoying the taste of him in every possible way, if you give your word in advance, to let him go into the trans-D tube to his own earth afterwards. It’s not what you ultimately want, but it could be of passing benefit to both of you now, and you’re still free to make further attempts to capture him, when he comes back. I’m sure he will. He’s completely in love with you, in spite of the obvious dangers.”
Mrs Long thought for a moment: Her son was perfectly safe from the perils faced by the boys from Toby’s earth. She had eaten a number of them already, and fully intended to enjoy young Toby more than any of the others. For now it would be nice to go ahead with such an arrangement as the one proposed.
“You can tell him I’ll do it, tomorrow afternoon, if he likes. I’ll meet him on the lawn closest to the flower bed where I lost him yesterday,” said Mrs Long.
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Casey continued working on his masterpiece song ‘The Time to Dine’:
By early '86, he'd made both serums up to try,
And tried the shrinking one, but nothing happened, by and by.
He took a walk, to ponder how he might have got it wrong,
And came to Stanway Gardens, as the minutes moved along.
He walked the garden paths and checked his figures in his head,
And then he shrank, and found his eyes beside the flower bed.
"It worked. It just took time!" he thought, "But now I must return,
To home, and test the antidote, with more results to learn."
But then he heard some high heeled shoes, and turned his feet around,
And gaped in recognition of the one who'd made that sound.
"It's Alison from present day! If she looks down, she'll see
My tiny self, and take me home to cook and eat for tea."
He jumped into the garden bed, and hid behind a flower,
And watched her walking on the path: a lovely human tower,
But unknown, carefree, dangerous, and someone to elude,
Or else her great big sparkling tongue would happily protrude.
She reached the seat, which faced his way, and sat down there to eat.
He marveled at the shapely legs which led down to her feet.
He watched her tongue, as food approached the mouth above her chin,
And knew that if she'd seen him, then her tongue would ask him in.
He watched her take a napkin, wipe her lips, and stroke her hair,
And thought, "When she gets up and leaves, at last this boy will dare
To make the long walk home in secret, then grow back with ease."
Then suddenly the pollen from the flower made him sneeze.
So Alison looked up, and came to crouch in front and stare,
And parted plants with soft white fingers. Then she found him there.
She picked him up and sat back down, and gently said, "Hello."
"She's thinking I look tasty, but she's not aware I know."
He thought, "I might escape her, if I give her my consent
For eating me, and then she'll think that I'm in fact content.
That way, she'd see no need to keep me captive 'til tonight.
I've several hours to get away, when I'm not in her sight."
"Are you some sort of fairy folk?" she asked. He said, "I'm not.
I shrank myself. I've noticed what a lovely mouth you've got.
Would you consider eating me, so I can go within
That lovely mouth, since you have such adorable pink skin?"
She licked his face and thanked him, saying, "It was on my mind
To eat you anyway, but now I think you're very kind.
I'll take you home to my house, where this day will help acquaint
Myself with you. I'm glad you're doing this without complaint."
Mrs Long was amazed at his potential and complimented him with many kisses and let him snuggle against her soft white cheek as usual.
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Ambra had set the bidding to commence at $800.
That afternoon (the day after she caught Vance) she checked her emails, while he watched, and did some of her homework.
“Let’s see what bids have come in,” she said, and opened shebay.com, “… It’s up to $1100. I’ll be closing the sale just before dinner tonight. You’re doing well, Vance. There’s a few ladies out there who’ll pay a lot for the privilege of eating you.”
“Here’s another one,” he said helplessly, “I’m worth $1200, giant dollars at that, and it’s anything but beneficial.”
“You can take some pride in the fact that you didn’t go cheaply,” she said.
Dinner time drew closer, and Ambra accepted $1800 as a final bid. The buyer and Ambra quickly exchanged a few emails and learned that the buyer lived close enough to be able to make a day trip to the school and pick him up.
He would have to hope she got home too late to eat him for dinner that day, since she would have to prepare a conventional meal for her family. It might well give him a chance to escape.
“She’s a wealthy housewife and mother,” said Ambra, as Vance admired the woman’s photograph on her buyer profile, “I’ll exchange you for her cash payment in the woods outside during lunch time tomorrow.”
The next day, they met there as planned, and Ambra took him out of her shirt pocket.
“I’m pleased to meet you,” said Ambra, “This is Vance, and Vance, this is your purchaser Connie Takte.”
The woman took out an envelope. Ambra opened it, and counted 18 hundred dollar notes, while the woman examined Vance.
“He looks just right,” said Connie, “I’ll certainly enjoy him.”
They concluded the transaction, and Connie began walking through the woods with him.
Willoughby would often visit the giantess Mrs Yeo, and she would place him on her desk, where he would write on his notepad, while she worked on her own book.
Sometimes they would read paragraphs or verses to each other and ask for feedback and suggestions.
She kept her house well stocked, as she ate a hearty lunch in the middle of every day, and would feed him as well.
Today she was spooning some pavlova onto a plate for him, and some slipped off the spoon and fell on his face.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, and picked him up.
She suddenly licked pavlova from his face. He had admired her beautiful sparkling tongue for weeks, and watched it eagerly when she was eating or reading. Now he loved the feel of it.
"That's got most of it, but you're still a little sticky," she said, and licked his face twice more, until it was clean. The third lick gave his cheeks direct contact with her tongue.
"I couldn't have been happier, if I'd been her husband!" he thought.
She had no idea how thrilling it had been for him.
"How's that?" she asked.
"I feel perfectly clean, thank you. Your tongue was very gentle with me."
"Good,… except I've left all that moisture on you. I'll dry you off," she said, and rubbed him against her soft shoulder. It was lovely.
They ate their lunch, and went back to writing.
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“I’m glad Ambra found those websites,” said Connie Takte, “There aren’t any trans-D tubes anywhere near my home. If I hadn’t been able to shop online for you, I might never have had a little boy to eat.”
“I guess that is a useful convenience, from your point of view,” said Vance.
This woman had learned of his existence by surfing the web, and without a second thought, had set out to buy him and eat him. It was as casual as a trip to the supermarket, as far as she was concerned.
Connie Takte came to a suitable spot to rest, and sat down.
“How long will it take to get to your place, once we get going again?” asked Vance.
“Probably two hours, although you might lose track of time anyway,” she said, “Riding in my stomach, you won’t be able to ask me, and you won’t see the sun setting.”
His heart sank. She was going to eat him for lunch right here and now.
“Wouldn’t you enjoy me more for tomorrow’s lunch, after you’ve made the trip home and had a good night’s sleep?” he asked.
“I planned the picnic here as the perfect way to eat you,” she said, “I’m sorry it doesn’t give you any more time, but I am on a fairly tight itinerary. Now just relax and I’ll soon have you eaten.”
She pushed him into her mouth, and sent him sliding down to her stomach.
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Later that day, when school was out, an excited Toby went through the tube, and walked through the gardens, to keep his appointment with Mrs Long. He was still careful to stay out of sight. He was safe from Mrs Long eating him on this visit, but Miss Cartwright and others would no doubt still consume him, if they caught him, without giving him the chance to complete his arrangement with Mrs Long.
Soon he was looking out of the garden, and watching the beautifully dressed Mrs Long walking across the lawn towards him. He stepped out into view and saw her stop just in front of him. He stared up at her in admiration. It was as though time had been frozen, so that the normal dangers were temporarily suspended for one afternoon and evening. Once he had returned through the tube to earth, time would restart, and he would have to carefully avoid being captured, on pain of delectable death.
For now, Toby was able to admire Mrs Long. She gently lifted him up.
“I’m as glad as you, that we could get together like this,” she said, and took him to her now empty classroom.
She sat down on the carpet, and put her legs out in front of her and leaned against a wall. She licked him.
It was fantastic.
“Oh Mrs Long, I loved that!” he said at last, “Was it as enjoyable for you?”
“It is indeed, as a way of heightening my appetite for the day when I recapture you,” she said, “I’ll eventually have the chance, and I’ll gobble you all up once and for all. You can see for yourself what it’ll be like.”
She put him head first into her mouth. He slid on her tongue, and held her teeth and looked down into her throat. It was as if it were calling him into it, foretelling of another day, when he would not be so fortunate.
After he’d lain there for some time, she took him out.
“Can you imagine more vividly what it will be like now?” she asked, “You’ll be inside my gulping throat, unable to escape, knowing you’ll never get out. I’ve eaten a few boys already, and none tasted quite as young and appealing as you.”
“It’s nice to feel this important to you in such an unusual way. It makes me feel warm inside,” said Toby, “I think we have a rare type of relationship.”
“It’s called a vore crush,” said Mrs Long, “It works both ways. You’re both afraid of and secretly in love with the thought of me eating you. I’d very much love to do the eating. My friend Miss Cartwright designed a website which is now full of stories on the subject. She’s very devoted to the vore members. She’s put a lot of work into it and made a lot of people happy.”
“Well I certainly do have the feelings you just described. But I will keep trying to stay safe from you.”
“You never will be. You love me, and you’ll keep coming back, and one day I’ll get you.”
“Well thank you very much for agreeing to this meeting,” he said.
“I was pleased to do it. I’d better get you back now, unless you’d like an evening walk around the school first.”
“That would be nice.”
She took him on a tour, and it was fun to be safely on her shoulder for once, looking down at all of the garden locations, instead of looking up and preparing to make a run for it at any moment.
She returned him to the trans-D tube.
“Is there anything else you’d like to say, before I let you go?” she asked.
“Just that I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, yours or mine,” he said.
“So long as you understand that, next time you come to mine, I won’t give you any leniency. The next time I catch you, it’s forever, Toby.”
“I know. It was knowing that, which made this afternoon more thrilling for me.”
“It’ll be interesting to see if you can remember that, when you’re thinking back to this afternoon, on the night that I’m preparing to gobble you down,” she said, “Goodbye for now, little Toby.”
“Goodbye for now, Mrs Long.”
He kissed the part of her finger closest to his head.
She gave his cheek a giant kiss, and then put him down beside the tube. He waved farewell, and jumped into the tube.
Had she been unfair to Casey? No. They weren’t married, and Toby needed to be given this one opportunity, as she felt sure she would eventually catch him and eat him.
She went home and heard Casey sing the last part of ‘The Time to Dine’ that night:
She took him to her car, and drove with him now on her dress.
He looked into her eyes, relieved that she could never guess,
That he had future knowledge, when he'd played the lass the trick:-
Pretending to invite her tongue to do much more than lick.
When they were in the bedroom, she placed him beside her dimple,
And talked until she fell asleep, which made his next plan simple.
He climbed up on the windowsill, and out into a tree,
And made his way down to the ground, and then began to flee.
Some thunder struck and woke her. Then she looked outside and saw
Him running. "So you've changed your mind," she called, and soon the door
Was opened, and she came in hot pursuit, with all her height
To serve as an advantage, unless he got out of sight.
He ran into the garden, and concealed himself inside,
But she came searching on all fours, and soon he couldn't hide.
She grabbed the tiny boy, and said, "there's going to be a storm.
I'll put you in the oven soon, and roast you, 'til you're warm."
And while he rested in her hand, as she walked, unconcerned,
Towards the house, he thought, "It doesn't matter what I learned
From future-Alison. Each thing I try just brings me close
To what she said would be, like when I tried that shrinking dose."
She placed him on the kitchen bench, and rain began to fall.
"I'm going to eat you, little boy. There's no escape at all."
"But if you do, I'll never find a lovely one like you,"
He said, and realized he'd inspired what she would one day do.
"I know, but that's the way it's going to be," she calmly said,
"Since you've gone off the idea, I'll compel you now, instead.
You'll taste as nice, without your willingness to use my throat
As passage to my stomach, which is covered by my coat."
He waited in the oven, 'til his lovely captor came;
Recalled the time he'd had with who she would become, the same
Dear Alison of 1987, who'd predict
That he'd be at the mercy of this current one, and licked.
She served him at the table, saying, "I'll guess how you feel,
But I'll enjoy my happy life, when I've consumed this meal.
There's nothing here for me to lose, and you don't have a choice."
The shapely lips, which framed the words, went well with her nice voice.
She stroked her hair and licked her lips, and then made him succumb
To fingers which encircled him, and gripped him with her thumb.
She licked the boy and opened up her mouth, which made him think
Of beauty which awaited him inside, in sparkling pink.
“I thought you’d like that ending,” said Casey.
“I loved it,” said Mrs Long.
Marilyn and Amos were spending that Saturday afternoon, having one of their picnics in the woods. They lay down to talk, and once again Amos rested on her breast.
“My boyfriend had an affair,” she suddenly said, and began to cry, “not with a younger woman, but with someone else our own age. He doesn’t know that I’ve found out, and I don’t know what to do.”
He crawled over to her cheek and kissed it.
“When you first comforted me years ago, you told me that Colleen didn’t appreciate me. Maybe, in your case, your boyfriend didn’t appreciate you enough to stay completely devoted to you. It shows a weakness in his taste and character, not in yours.”
“You’re wise beyond your years. Thank you for being here for me!” she said, and gave him a long kiss of gratitude.
Now maybe she would leave her boyfriend and be with him. It was no longer an immoral consideration, since her boyfriend had cheated on her first.
Amos and Marilyn met up once again, soon after that. This time she took him to her place and sat at a lovely garden table on her beautiful property.
“Has your boyfriend’s affair hurt you so much, that you don’t feel like eating?” he asked, having brought his own food supply in his backpack as usual.
“It’s not that. I’ve confronted him about the affair. The thing I most wanted to know was why, and particularly when she was no younger than I am. He eventually admitted to me, that it was because she was slimmer than I am. He regrets the affair, and he’s broken all contact with her. I’m now on a diet to lose weight. So I won’t be eating all those cakes and other things at those picnics anymore.”
“But you haven’t brought any food at all,” he said, “You have to eat something.”
“I know, but today will have to be the last of our picnics, Amos. I can’t spend every Saturday afternoon eating starchy sugary foods, and getting no exercise, while my boyfriend is much slimmer than I am. I realised there was only one way I could still enjoy one last meal. Instead of eating lots of food, gaining minimal pleasure from the meal, and putting on weight, I need to eat something that will give me a lot of enjoyment at the time, but won’t amount to any extra pounds. I think you’ll be non-fattening, nutritious, and very tasty, and you’ll go down in one piece easily enough.”
“I can’t believe you’re saying this. I have plans of my own. I don’t want to be eaten.”
“I understand that,” she said, “But I’d like to gain satisfaction from a meal, and I can’t miss out, because a young boy doesn’t want to make the necessary contribution.”
“But we’ve been friends for years! I’ve looked up to you in more ways than one. I live for our picnics. Would you really do this to me?”
“It’s nothing personal, Amos. I’m just thinking about my dietary needs.”
She was really going to do it.
She lifted him up, licked him several times, and then opened her mouth wide in front of him.
“This is so unfair. Your boyfriend cheats on you, and you deny yourself nice food to please him! I think you’ve only grown more attractive, since you’ve put on more weight. I’ve loved you since we first met. I was so deeply touched by the comforting kiss you gave me years ago, that I got over Colleen on the spot. If I was with you, I’d never have an affair. I’d love you forever. I do anyway, though it’s never done me much good, and now you’re going to eat me and stay with an unfaithful boyfriend. Maybe you’re the one who appreciated me the least all these years! Goodbye Marilyn!”
He looked at her red dress, her fairly long blonde hair, her full shapely pink lips, and saw the carefree pleasure, and the mischief in her eyes. There was no point in trying to discourage her. She knew what she would be doing to him, and was amused by his helplessness.
“Are you serious?” she said at last, “About all of that, I mean.”
“Yes! But since I obviously never meant that much to you, why don’t you just put me in your mouth and get it over with?”
"Thank you for the compliment," she said, "You're a lot younger than me. Still I suppose I could spend one day kissing you in my bed. Would you like that?"
"Miss Marilyn, it would be the thrill of a lifetime."
She took him to her kitchen, made a salad and spooned it into her mouth at the kitchen table, while passing him some small samples, which were enormous to him. He looked up at her marvellous mouth, while she ate.
After lunch she drank a glass of water, and took him to her bed. He enjoyed her giant kisses. Then she asked him to lie on her lower lip, place his arm into her open mouth and massage her tongue.
After seeing her spooning salad onto that giant sparkling wonder, he was delighted to grant such a request. He took turns, shifting his position to alternate arms. After he had done this for a while, she sat up.
"You could use both arms at once to rub the front of my tongue, if you were lying on top of it, inside my mouth. Would you mind at all?" she said.
"I'd enjoy that even more than the kisses. I'd be happy to do it."
She placed him in front of her open mouth. He climbed over her lower lip, being sure to slide his face, shoulders and chest over it. Once on her tongue, he positioned himself, lay down and massaged her tongue. Then he put his arms around the tongue, embracing it as though hugging it. He finally climbed out.
She placed him on her neck, as she lay down again. He enjoyed lying on it. Did he dare to hope that he could win her heart forever and save himself? He lay there, trying to work up the courage to ask her to marry him.
After an hour of silence, she put him on the pillow, turned to face him and spoke.
"Amos, have I given you everything you hoped for this afternoon?"
"I can't imagine myself enjoying anything else in life more than this afternoon."
"That's wonderful to hear."
"Is there any chance you'd marry me instead of your fiancé?"
"I do feel a special bond with you, but if you stayed here as my boyfriend, I'd be forever feeling the urge to eat you."
"I never had any romantic opportunity until today. You gave me my chance, and it surpassed my greatest expectations."
They enjoyed the next few days together, and then she went on a holiday with her boyfriend, leaving him locked in her house. Her sister came and talked with him for the next week, about his love for her and her plan to eat him.
"It's good that you told her how you felt and had those few days," she said.
Marilyn returned in a week, wearing a black dress, and farewelled her sister.
"Marilyn, are you really going to go ahead with this?"
She put out her tongue and licked her lips, to confirm his fearful deduction.
She took him into the house and spent the day with him.
At dinner time she took him to the kitchen bench, placed a cup on the bench and sprayed whipped cream from a can into it. Then she placed him gently into the cream, and carried the cup to the dining table. She sat down, lifted the teaspoon, and placed it beside the cup. Then she licked the cream from his face and shoulders. She took the teaspoon, scooped out some of the cream beside him, spooned it into her mouth, and then, still taunting him with her tongue, licked the top of the teaspoon. She repeated this process several times, until all of the cream was gone. Then she took a dessert spoon and spooned Amos up in front of her mouth, placing her free palm under the spoon, just in case he fell off it. She put out her tongue and licked all of the cream off the front of his body.
She asked him to turn around, and then licked the back of him clean too. Then she took him off the spoon in her free hand, and put down the spoon. She picked up a glass of water with her other hand.
"I'll just clean my tongue," she said, and drank some water.
Then she put out her tongue again, this time touching his face and shoulders with it.
She continued licking him several times.
"Well it's time for the part I'm going to enjoy more than you. Are you ready for the gobbling?"
"I'll have to be… I'm still very grateful for the days we had together."
"It was my pleasure."
"Marilyn, I would be happy to be licked and massage your tongue as often as you like. I'd keep coming back to meet you and satisfy your tongue. I'd give you my word never to see any other girls or ladies. It would be nice for both of us."
"Amos, look at my stomach," she said, placing him level with it on the table.
He did so.
"You will be inside there, when I go to bed tonight. Now take another look."
He looked again. Her stomach looked soft and lovely. It almost spoke its own invitation to its reluctant future occupant. How he wished she would marry him instead.
"Please, Marilyn! You've got a long happy life still ahead of you, if you spare me."
"I've got the same thing to look forward to, after I've eaten you."
"Then please let me go. Let me have the longevity of opportunity that you continue to enjoy."
"Amos I understand your desperation, but nothing you said or would say can alter your destiny. I'm happy to draw this conversation out for another two hours, but I will eat you tonight, and that's a definite future for you."
"I guess I might as well face it now," he said.
"Good boy. Thank you for your friendship and admiration. Goodbye."
She opened her mouth wide.
He stared in at her tongue.
He looked down at her neck, which he had seen gulping the salad the day they first met. Now it would gulp him down.
"Goodbye lovely Marilyn."
She slid him across her lower lip, onto her tongue, and closed her mouth.
Soon she swallowed eagerly.
TEN YEARS LATER … July 1993…
It was now ten years after the special meeting that Mrs Yeo had arranged for Toby and Mrs Long.
A few things had changed. Mrs Brooke Middlehyde had retired from teaching, to spend more time with her daughters.
Having gotten Mrs Long partly out of his system, at least temporarily, Toby had been unwilling to take further risks of being eaten by her. He remained on his own earth over the next ten years, and grew to early adulthood. He studied a hobby, which had caught his attention from an early age: hypnotism. When he felt that he had mastered the years of practice, and could now hypnotize anyone, he decided it was time to see Mrs Long again. He was now 25 years old.
Sonny had spent the intervening ten years trying every avenue of meeting people on earth. When he was 24 ½ , he feared reaching 30 and missing out altogether. The only place left to look seemed to be the giant school. He decided to go there on a weekend day, when only the boarders would be there, and the live-in teachers. Mrs Long lived away from the school at her giant house.
He went through the tube and enjoyed the freedom of walking across the large school lawns. He went through a large flowerbed, and stepped on some dead leaves, which rustled a lot, and emerged on the far side, at the start of another large lawn.
Then he saw a woman in a black dress and red cardigan with medium length dark brown hair step out of a building on the far side of the lawn. He stared across at her, and noticed that she was looking at him too. She was far away, and he didn’t have the advantage of her giant eyes, but after 30 seconds, he realised it was Mrs Long!
She must have come into the school to do some reading on a Saturday afternoon!
“Don’t leave on my account, Sonny!” she called.
She began walking briskly towards him.
Meanwhile at home, Casey heard the sound of a window smashing. He instinctively knew that Mrs Long’s house was being burgled. He hid himself inside her pillowslip, and heard two girls talking in another part of the house. Thankfully they didn’t come into the bedroom. He waited until they left. He would have to tell Mrs Long about it when she got home.
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Keeping his eye on Mrs Long, Sonny backed into the garden, and hid behind a plant, as he watched her walk over and stand towering in front of the garden.
“I thought you loved me, Sonny!” she mocked, “Yet you stood me up on our date ten years ago. To think I was jilted. You must have had pre-gobbling jitters. You won’t be running out on me again though.”
She searched until she caught him, and took him to her classroom. They talked for a while. She rolled out a small folding mattress and lay on it and let him lie on her neck and against her cheeks.
“How do you feel, knowing that you can’t escape me this time?” she asked.
“I’ve known you for 15 years now. You’re 45. You’ve had a long life of happiness. I’ve missed out on years of dating and years of marriage.”
“You’re still younger than I was when we first met,” said Mrs Long.
“And you’re going to enjoy a long awaited pleasant dining experience of me, which will take away what little hope of meeting someone that I have left.”
“Oh Sonny, use all your strength to push against my stomach, when you say these things. I’m enjoying this conversation a lot.”
“I still think you’re more beautiful than anyone else. I’d gladly marry you in a heartbeat. I didn’t love you any less, when I changed my mind and ran away 10 years ago. I just had to try again to meet girls,” he said.
“Did you have any luck?”
“None, for the whole time I’ve known you. I thought I’d try here on a Saturday.”
“It’s time to cook you for lunch,” she said, and took him to the staff kitchen, warmed him in the oven, and then took him back to her classroom, sat at her desk and ate him.
For the rest of the day, she enjoyed herself in the school grounds, and then went home late in the afternoon. She noticed the broken window, which had been opened to enable the two burglars to come and go. Then she ran to the bedroom and found Casey alright.
“Thank goodness you’re safe,” she said, and took him down to the kitchen, “I’m glad Kirsty was away with friends today and tonight. I wouldn’t have liked her being found by the burglars or coming home to this. I’d better fetch some boards and hammer them over that broken window for now.”
By the time Mrs Long had finished, she felt exhausted, and hungry. She took Casey around the house, and they were unable to notice anything missing.
“Maybe they didn’t find any valuables and gave up,” said Casey, “They never came into the bedroom.”
“Well I’m glad they didn’t find you,” said Mrs Long, “Let’s get some dinner.”
She opened the refridgerator.
“So that’s what they took! They’ve cleaned out the fridge!” said Mrs Long.
She checked the pantry and found that there was no food there either.
“They took all of my food, and it’s too late in the day to go to the shops. They’ll all be closed.”
Casey looked up at her from the kitchen bench.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to prevent them,” he said, “I’m just too small to be any use in a fight at this size.”
“I wouldn’t have expected you to prevail against two giant girls,” said Mrs Long, “But you will be a big help to me now. I’ve had a lovely time with you, ever since you moved in here more than fifteen years ago. Your friendship, your love and admiration, your willingness to take on everything I could teach you about music, and your sweet nature have made you a lovely companion. I didn’t know if I’d ever fall in love again after my husband died, but with you I couldn’t help it.”
“I felt the same way about you, Mrs Long,” said Casey, “And tonight we can see each other through this problem. We can cope with one night’s hunger, as long as we have each other.”
“We won’t need to cope with hunger,” said Mrs Long, “I’ve never been so glad to have you here, Casey. I can cook you and have you for dinner.”
“Me! But Mrs Long, only a short while ago, you said how relieved you were that I was safe.”
“You’ll still be safe inside my stomach. I’ll never lose you.”
“You surely couldn’t go through with it after all we’ve meant to each other. I know you’ve eaten other boys, but you and I have something special.”
“That’s why I thought you might be willing to help me with dinner tonight,” said Mrs Long.
“I want to stay here as your boyfriend,” said Casey, “I don’t want to be eaten.”
“Well I’m tired and hungry, and I’ve made up my mind to eat you,” said Mrs Long, “Just make the best of it. In an hour or two, it will all be over.”
She took out a baking dish and placed him into it and opened the oven door. He looked out at her as she slid the dish into the oven. Her beautiful face was set in its purpose, her eyes unmistakably communicating her resolve.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” he said.
“I don’t really have any other options,” said Mrs Long, “And you don’t have any choice at all.”
“If only those burglars hadn’t come today,” said Casey.
“There’s no point in thinking like that. I’ll see you soon,” said Mrs Long and closed the oven door.
She walked away, looking magnificent even from behind though the glass door, as her large dress swayed behind her.
In a short while, she took him from the oven to the table, and sat down and lifted him to her mouth.
“Goodbye little darling,” she said, and gave him a huge kiss.
It took his mind back to the first day she’d seen him in the giant world and called him darling. Then she slid him onto her tongue and savoured the taste of him for as long as possible, before she gulped him into her throat and swallowed him whole.
Mrs Yeo and Roy had continued dating all those years, and reached a point where they had a special conversation in Mrs Yeo’s lounge room.
“Roy I don’t want you to underestimate the measure of my love for you, when you hear me make this request,” said Mrs Yeo, “But we have talked about it before. I’ve done a lot of thinking lately, and I would like to ask for your permission to eat you at last.”
“Oh…. “ said Roy, “I had always hoped that I would stay with you in this romance forever.”
“I can assure you I would be most romantic in the way I went about eating you,” said Mrs Yeo.
“Do you really want it that badly?” he asked.
“Every time I have a meal, I can’t help comparing its shortcomings with the hopes I have of dining on your lovely young meat instead.”
“Well I’ve had years to wonder if this might come up, and to think about it, Mrs Yeo. You have made me very happy. So I won’t deprive you of this pleasure. You can do it on any day which is convenient for you in the near future.”
“Thank you, darling,” she said, and took him up to her bed and slept with her full lower lip resting against his face the whole time. They would often do this in the next few days or weeks, but not all the time…
Willoughby had continued his visits to Mrs Yeo’s home away from home throughout the ten years. She had provided him with so much giant food, that he had not needed to work long hours back on his own earth. So he had taken a part time job two days a week, and devoted the rest of his time to writing. Mrs Yeo was now 55 and her brown hair had gone grey. She had taken to dyeing it blonde.
One day Willoughby and Mrs Yeo were writing, and he was often looking up from his own work at her mouth, having enjoyed the licking experience and fondly remembered it from that day at lunch.
"Willoughby, do you mind if we take a break for a while? There's something I'd like to ask you about."
"Sure," he said, and put down his book.
She looked down at him, and seemed to be thinking how to express herself about something.
"I've been thinking a lot about the day I cleaned the pavlova from your face."
"I have too," he said, “It was ten years ago, but I’ve never forgotten it.”
"Really? What made it remain in your mind?"
"Well I've never been licked by a giant lady's tongue before," he said, "I guess it was very unusual."
"Did you find it at all unpleasant?"
"No, not at all. A giant sized tongue is just as soft as any other."
"I enjoyed it a lot," she said, "and I enjoyed the third lick most of all, because all of the pavlova had been removed, and it was just your little face I was licking. What I'm really saying is that I think you're the most delicious thing I've ever tasted."
This was wonderful, he thought. She was probably going to ask him if she could lick him every time he visited her.
"Thank you. I think it's a nice compliment," he said.
"Well Willoughby, I liked the taste of you so much, that I'd like to ask for your permission to eat you."
He looked at her in surprise for several seconds.
Her face showed no embarrassment at having made such a monumental request of him, with such lasting consequences, if he agreed to it.
"Do you mean … completely?" he asked, although he knew her answer before she said it.
"Yes. I obviously don't need to bite you, and I'd never do that to you anyway. You're small enough to go down as one mouthful. I'd like to lick you several times, with no pavlova to detract from the taste, then place you into my mouth and let you slide around on my tongue for a few minutes, and then gulp you down my throat. I was happy when you said you didn't find the licking process unpleasant."
"I'm honoured that you think so highly of how I taste, Mrs Yeo. It's just that I enjoy our writing sessions together. I look forward to them more than anything I ever do on my own world. If you eat me, I'll never have any more of them."
"I've enjoyed them too, and I know I'd miss them. I’ve never told you this, but I’ve met other little boys like you, apart from Roy whom I’m dating. I’ve asked each of them for permission to eat them, and enjoyed it when the answer has been yes. With you I didn’t ask, because our common interest in writing was worth sharing for the last ten years. However, I have weighed it up in my mind, and the experience of eating you is one I'd remember fondly for the rest of my life."
"If I said no, would you eat me anyway, without my permission?"
"No, I promise you I'd never do that. In fact, if you said no, you'd still be welcome to come and continue our writing sessions as often as you like. I won't hold it against you in any way, if I can't have what I'm asking you for."
Now he loved her more than ever, but it was such a difficult decision.
"You've been my very dearest friend, for many years, and I'd love to do anything for you. The actual process of being eaten (the way you've described it) doesn't sound frightening at all. It's just the fact that once you'd gulped me down, I'd be eaten forever."
"I know. If you do give me permission to do it, I'd be grateful beyond words."
"Could I think about it, and give you an answer the next time I come to visit?"
"That'll be fine. Well, thank you for not saying an immediate no. Shall we get back to writing?"
"Alright," he said, and lay down in front of his notepad.
Swayna was now 26 years old. She had married her relatively tiny childhood sweetheart Jerro, in a secret ceremony a year earlier. He was now 24. She had taken Jerro to live in their own giant house, and decided that it was time to unite the family a little more. Swayna’s older sister Mrs Brooke Middlehyde was a former student of the school, who had taught there for years, and had tried many times to capture Jerro and eat him. She eventually retired from teaching, about six years ago, four years after her early attempts to eat Jerro, in order to spend more time with her daughters Clayre and Emmar.
“Do you remember that she said she would have no further interest in eating you, after you were married, Jerro?” asked Swayna.
“Yes.”
“Well I trust her word completely. So it’s now safe for you two to be friends. I’d like to ask her over for dinner with us. Would you be comfortable with that?”
“It’s fine now,” said Jerro.
Swayna telephoned Mrs Middlehyde, who accepted the invitation.
Jenny and her somewhat tiny boyfriend Willy were now living once again in Jenny’s giant home. Willy had all the comforts of his own size catered for in one room in the house, and Jenny could always take him to other parts, when it suited them. They had brought a number of the novels Willy had collected (on his own earth) to the giant house. Willy was reading through a series of them one day, when Jenny decided to take a nostalgic trip to her old school.
She was walking through the gardens, peeking into the trans-D tubes out of curiosity, when she saw a young man from Willy’s earth coming through one of them. She put out her palm and caught him gently, so that he didn’t even touch the ground.
“Hello,” she said, “I’m Jenny.”
“I’m Jesse,” said the boy.
“I met my boyfriend around 15 years ago, when I was a student here. He came through one of those tubes,” said Jenny, “Since then I’ve found ways to shrink temporarily and stay at his house on your earth. He’s living at our giant house at the moment.”
“I just found this tube in the gardens of my school,” said Jesse, “It’s well concealed, but we end up exploring all sorts of places at lunch times.”
“Meal times were fairly significant here. When I was a student, and first showed my then boyfriend Willy to my teacher friend Mrs Long, she announced on the spot that she would be doing everything she could to try to get hold of Willy so that she could eat him. She caught him a few times, but he managed to escape the ultimate fate of sliding down into her stomach. I could never understand Mrs Long’s desire to eat a tiny boy. I didn’t share that urge.”
“Well you’re in love with Willy,” said Jesse.
“That was it. I saw him, and he looked so cute. I was so keen to kiss him. The thought of eating him never came up. I must say that you look cute too, Jesse. Now I guess I’m open to new things. I’ve never noticed anything similar about other boys, when I was younger, but I think you look rather delicious, Jesse. I really do.”
Back on the smaller earth, a former student of Willy’s old school, named Gary, had returned to the school as a 25 year old school librarian. One day a pretty lady teacher, who was five years older than him, came into the library. She was six foot tall in comparison to his five foot ten. Her name was Patricia Dawes. She had long blond hair in a ponytail.
“Do you believe in trans-dimensional tubes to parallel earths?” she asked him at last.
“I’ve always liked the concept, but I’ve never seen any proof that they exist,” said Gary.
“I believe there’s one deep in the forest behind the school,” said the lady, “I could show you, when you finish work, if you like.”
“Since it’s Friday, would you like to come over for dinner, and we could meet in the school for the forest outing tomorrow?” asked Gary.
“That’s very kind of you. I’ll meet you back here at 5pm.”
The lady made her reappearance on schedule, and Gary led her back to his apartment. They ate and drank, and then he asked her if she’d like to dance. He had his music system set up in his bedroom. So they danced slowly around the floor, arm in arm, and Gary enjoyed his first touch of a woman’s arms and body, and cheek-to-cheek contact too.
Eventually Gary manoeuvred her closer to the bed, so that they ended up sitting side by side on it, and lying down on the bed, cuddled close together. She seemed a little apprehensive.
“Am I too young for you to like me going quite this far?” he asked, a little nervously.
“No. It’s not that. You’re very nice. I just hadn’t planned to … I mean, you did say I could sleep in the spare room.”
Looking a little hurt, Gary said, “Yes. I can still make the bed in there, if you don’t want to stay in here.”
“You’re willing to go on an outing to a parallel world, with a woman you’ve just met. I’ll stay here with you,” she said, and snuggled against him all night.
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Willoughby wrote very little, and kept looking up at Mrs Yeo and thinking about her unusual request.
"Mrs Giant, I can't really concentrate on writing, and if you do eat me, I won't be writing any more anyway. Are you having trouble concentrating too?"
"Not really," she said, "My mind does wander into recollections of your tasty meat, but I'm still getting plenty of work done. You'd find it harder to concentrate than me, because you're the one whose life would change forever by being eaten. I'll still go on writing as usual, whether I eat you or not. You have to make allowances for that, and don't try too hard to force a new poem, when your mind is occupied with such an important choice to make."
"Well since I'm so distracted, I had an idea. Could you put me into your mouth and let me lie on your tongue for a while? You could go on writing, with me in your mouth, and it might help me make up my mind about being eaten."
"I'd like that," she said, "It's a good idea."
She lifted him gently towards her mouth, and placed him into it.
She left it open for a minute or so, and he was able to peer off the back of her tongue down into her throat. Then she closed her mouth. However, she would periodically yawn and open her mouth wide.
Eventually she took him out of her mouth and said, "I'd better get you back to your trans-dimensional tube, before I head home."
She carried him to the trans-dimensional tube, and said, "I'll see you soon, and please don't be afraid to come back. I'd value your continued visits if I can't eat you."
"I'll come back and tell you, either way."
He made his way home, and thought how beautiful her mouth was, and about the fact that he loved her, and couldn't be her boyfriend.
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Toby made his way boldly into the giant school, as soon as he knew that classes would be out for the day. Mrs Long hadn’t seen him for ten years. Maybe she had found other boys and eaten them. Would she still be patrolling the grounds in search of new meals or not?
He walked for a while and then saw Mrs Long step out of a building. He ran towards her and she stopped when she saw him, and then pivoted a little, so that she could walk directly across the lawn to him.
“Hello” she called down, “I haven’t seen one of you tiny earth boys for a long time.”
“It’s me, Mrs Long, it’s Toby!” he called.
Mrs Long picked him up and looked at him.
“It is too. It’s been ten years, little man. To what do I owe the pleasure of your willing return to my clutches?”
“Take me inside, and I’ll show you,” he said.
She took him inside. He took out his mobile phone and began playing an audio recording of a tune, which he had learned was very helpful for hypnotism.
“You are becoming less conscious of the world around you,” he droned, “You are slipping into my power … You are now in a state of complete hypnosis.”
Mrs Long laughed, apparently unchanged.
“I think your recording in your phone is a little too soft to work on me, now that I’m a giant,” she said, “What would you have commanded me to do? Surely, if you were going to command me to let you go, you could have just avoided me out in the grounds to begin with.”
“I would have commanded that at the end, but the first thing to ask for would have been the chance to be in your company without being eaten.”
“Well it’s lovely to see you again, Toby, and I think you’ll have to accept that it’s going to be lovely, for me, if not for you, to finally gobble you all up for my dinner.”