“I made friends with a girl at the cocktail party. She’s engaged now, but we still meet for secret licking sessions.”

Mrs Long licked him.

“Is she as good at the task as that?” she asked.

“You’re both very good at it … and both very beautiful.”

“Well you can take some comfort in that comparison, little boy. Your clandestine contact with another tongue is over forever,” she said, as she saw his eyes wandering between her face and her stomach, “I made mistakes with little boys like you in the past. I’ve no intention of leaving you here all weekend to enact some impossible exodus from this school. I’m going to take you into my classroom this very afternoon and gobble you all up.”

She gripped him with her lips as she crawled out of the garden, and then took him in her hand and stood up and walked into the classroom. She asked his name and he told her.

She sat at her desk and showed him the website she had joined.

“It’s called www.2vore6ate.com. It was designed by a friend of mine who confided in me about her plans to make it. Oh look, I seem to have mail,” she said, and read Dirk’s reply to her, “What do you think about that, Dougal? I wonder if this boy would write with such enthusiasm if he were standing in your current situation. What do you think I should say to him?”

“Are you going to tell him about me?”

“Now there’s an idea,” she said, reading aloud what she typed, “How about this: Dear Downwardboy, as I read this email I am preparing to eat a tiny boy from a parallel earth. I caught him in the garden during a successful hunt this afternoon. He’s sitting here watching me type this, knowing that you and I may well continue our correspondence, while he will be making a far more active contribution than any card carrying member of the website. I’ll sign off for now and gobble him down,

Christinel.”

“I’m living his possible dream,” said Dougal.

“Yes you are, Dougal, and down you go,” she said, and licked him repeatedly, savouring the reactions of his tiny flesh as he met his inevitable ending.

She opened her mouth and passed him into it and gobbled him eagerly down.

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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).