“You won’t find it,” said Oyshwan, “I can give you myself to eat, but I can’t give you the machine.”

“You’re a mysterious little fellow, aren’t you?” said Louise, “Dinner it is then, but I’ll keep my eye on you all afternoon, in case you change your mind. I don’t have any classes to teach. Let’s go to my office.”

She kept him on her office table right beside her, where she worked alone until dinner time and then took him to her dining room at home, and sat down and licked him slowly and pleasantly.

“Are you ready for the rest of it?” she asked.

“Yes. I hope you enjoy it,” said Oyshwan.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Louise, “Have a nice descent.”

She opened wide and slid him into her mouth for a few minutes and then swallowed and gulped. Oyshwan reached her stomach and used his amulet to return home to Ambloome’s world. The next morning, he could not refrain from visiting Louise in her own bedroom just before she awoke. He arrived there and then and began to stroke her lower lip, while he stood on her pillow.

The sensation awoke her.

“How did you get out of my tummy?” she asked, “I can’t have opened my mouth wide enough in my sleep, and you would have had a time climbing up.”

“I didn’t spend the night in your tummy,” he said, “My teleportation machine is capable of returning me home, even from within your tummy.”

“I suppose futuristic inventions could have remote abilities,” said Louise, “Although I do feel slightly cheated of the closure of eating you.”

“But think of the benefits for both of us,” said Oyshwan, “The beauty of it is that you can eat me again, and again, and again.”

“Partially eat you, at any rate,” said Louise, “It explains why I still felt hungry last night.”

Oyshwan enjoyed his visits to Louise’s house over the next few weeks (future weeks in his world, and past weeks in hers).

One day, he was lying on her pillow beside her face late one afternoon after school.

“Have you ever thought that there might be another reason that you keep coming back and allowing me to gulp you down over and over?” asked Louise.

“What would the reason be?” asked Oyshwan.

“I think it’s highly possible that you might be in love with me,” said Louise, “Do you wish to make any comments?”

“I think you are right,” said Oyshwan.

Louise moved her head closer and pressed her lips against his entire face, completely enveloping his head for a while. She then kissed his chest and arms at once, and then stopped.

“Your lips are very nice,” said Oyshwan softly.

“Is there any other part of me you’d like to touch?” she asked.

He snuggled against her cheek, then her neck, her shoulder, and the soft skin where neck and shoulder met at the top of her body.

Louise finally sat up in bed, lifted him up and kissed his chest again, and then worked her way up to his neck. He felt her huge lips pressing against him, and had no desire to ever end this moment.

Then he heard a sudden snapping sound and saw her withdrawing her lips from him with his necklace between her teeth. She had carefully bitten it off, while her lips had occupied his skin.