He knew he could not make a convincing escape at tiny size, while he was shut in that room. He would have to do it some time the next day, in another part of the house.

On the Monday morning, he awoke just before Miss Louise, and rubbed his face against her lip.

“What an interesting thing to wake up to,” said Miss Louise, “You’ll become a lot more involved with my mouth tonight.”

They enjoyed most of the day together, with Miss Louise making several references to the depletion of his remaining hours and also to her eager anticipation of the meal, and of how tasty and mouth watering he looked.

As the afternoon came to an end, Miss Louise took him to the kitchen and placed him beside the stove. She walked over to the other side of the room to search the cupboard for a baking dish. Now she had her back to him. It was now or never, to play the role of escapee.

He grew back to full size, silently eased himself down off the bench, and then shrank back to tiny size on the floor. He was under two inches tall, and noticed that there were around three inches of height in the legs of the stove. Then he looked back and saw that Miss Louise was turning around.

She saw him, put the dish on the table and ran towards him, as he darted under the stove.

“I don’t know how you got down there, but I’ll soon fetch you back and warm you up in my oven!” she roared, and got down on all fours and stared in at him.

Thrilled beyond belief at her reaction, he made a show of backing away, while Miss Louise’s hand and arm reached under the stove and softly grabbed him.

“No doubt you thought you could run away and hide your little form for the rest of your life,” she said, rising to her feet again, “But there’s no escape for you, little boy. I’ll soon be ready to eat you all up.”

She washed him in the sink, dried him on a towel, placed him into the baking dish and lit the oven fire, put him into the oven and sat and watched him warming up. Then she took him to the dining table, sat down and prepared herself.

“When you first started school, I’m sure you never imagined it would come to this,” she said, “But you came to me when you shrank, because of your special feelings. I suppose that deserves one last reward.”

She lifted him to her lips and gave him a final kiss.

“Thank you so much, for all the kisses you’ve given me, Miss Louise.”

“You’re welcome, little boy, and now it’s time I enjoyed eating you for my dinner.”

Then he saw her tongue come out of her mouth and begin a series of marvellous licks which were both a thrill in themselves and a glimpse of what was still to come. 

“You’re every bit as scrumptious as you look,” she said, “I might as well finish up now. Welcome to my mouth, little Pixi.”

She opened wide, put Pixi into her mouth and retained her hold on his legs for a while, using her finger and thumb to rotate him, so that he rolled over and over on her tongue. Then she released him.

He was in her mouth. This was not Mrs Parkin acting out a play with no awareness of his having a yearning she could not reciprocate. This was Miss Louise really eating him, with no awareness that she was granting a yearning he had kept from her knowledge.

Very slowly, he noticed, her tongue was lifting at an angle in her mouth. Soon he began to slide towards her throat. He slipped in and stopped about an inch from the top. Then he felt Miss Louise begin to swallow him, and he moved downwards. He was enjoying the sensation too much to feel awkward about being upside down. Little by little, she swallowed him further down, until he reached her tummy.

At last, he thought, a beautiful lady had eaten him. He had memorized the images of her evening movements after dinner in the weeks that he’d lived in her dolls house. Now he could visualise her going about them as usual, but with the pleasure of having just eaten him also permeating her thoughts. Soon he felt her tingling tummy absorbing him, like a dozen tickles at once, and then he seemed to fall asleep.