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Found by a giant teenaged girl, Tennyce is too shy to speak to his first crush.

This is where the mouth play starts.
She was 14 too, but giant sized, with hair of darkest brown.
She was reading something. Then she noticed him, and put it down.
“I can see I have a visitor,” she said, “Have you been sneaking
Through my mother’s house. Now don’t be shy. I’m sure you’re built for speaking.”

He had reached the world of Ambloome, where the giants didn’t know,
That the Omni-Child’s connected Spirit had once, long ago,
Given every giant supernatural means of understanding
Every dialect of earthlings. Talking back was not demanding.

(Look up Ambloome V & VI for more about that Omni-Child).
At this time, when Tennyce gaped in awe, the teenage giant smiled.
“Are you just as shy with people your own size?” she ventured, teasing.
Then she grabbed him, testing he was real and living, gently squeezing.

“My name’s Kayte,” she said, “Now tell me, little visitor: What’s yours?”
“I’m called Tennyce,” he replied at last; and then a silent pause
Took him over once again, as he could not believe his senses.
He had never noticed girls before, and had no cool defenses.

“Sorry Kayte,” he said at last, “This doesn’t happen to me lots.
When I’m greeted by a giant girl, my speech gets tied in knots.
I have wanted to be more polite. I merely got excited,
When I saw you, since you found me in your dolls house uninvited.”

“There’s no need for such apologies. From now on you’re my guest.
You can tell me all about yourself, while I enjoy a rest,
On my bed, and then I’m going to eat you up,” the giant giggled.
As she loosened how she held him, Tennyce worried much and wriggled.

She lay down upon the bed and told him, “Tennyce I will feel
All your movements in my tummy, when I’ve had my little meal,
And I’m reading my nice book again. So there! You’ll soon be eaten.
You were safe until I saw you. Now you’re caught. You’re mine and beaten.”

Then she stuck her tongue out, probably to make a taunting joke
Of her own amusing plans for him; or maybe she did poke
Out her tongue to show him where he’d be, so he would find it shocking.
It was just as big as him, and it protruded, ever mocking.

She enjoyed her chance to terrorize him, pointing to his fate.
Yet he had more thoughts than fear alone, when he was watching Kayte.
Girls look most attractive, when they’re happy. This one kept on grinning,
Smiling, laughing and reminding him that she was surely winning.

He was fearful, yet infatuated. Yet he wouldn’t know
What to do about his feelings, which he’d been to shy to show,
Even if she’d been his own size back on earth, without the power
To dismiss him as a snack her stomach acids would devour.

She requested that he climb her cheek and sit down on her chin.
So he did, and every time she spoke, the Viking boy looked in
At the huge mouth, which awaited him, and then the rounded locus
Of her parting lips. He wished that kissing him would be their focus.
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