Kimble's teacher comes home from a hard day in the classroom and settles down at her desk with a packet of gummi bears. She complains about the little ones in her class as she kicks off her mules and stretches her feet popping gummis into her mouth one by one. (We are treated to several beautiful angles of her feet: her whole body from the front, her soles closer up from behind as she scrunches her soles and crosses and uncrosses her legs and stretches her toes and from the front close up.) All the while she is talking about her bad day except for one highlight: her favourite pupil, Kimble. He is the apple of her eye and she sings his praises saying how she really brightens up her day. She remarks on how different he is from the other pupils, not just in his extraodinarily well-behaved attitude but also his diminutive stature; he is naturally not much bigger than a thimble which earned him his äffectionate nickname "Kimble The Thimble". As the teacher reminisces Kimbles delightful presence in her classroom she brushes her feet up and down the floor and soon notices something peculiar underfoot. To her horror it feels like a living creature but as she crouches to the floor to take a closer look, she realises that it is none other than Kimble himself. He explains how he snuck into her purse and she is extremely annoyed with him having just a moment ago been saying how wonderful and good he is. She expresses her dissapointment in him and how she is going to have to call his mother and he begins to cry, not wishing to displease his teacher. He explains how he wrote her a poem and left it in her purse. She pulls out the tiny piece of paper and begins reading and has a sudden change of heart. Flattered by Kimble's fondness for her, she decides to let him stay on one condition: he should massage her soles while she finishes eating her gummi bears. With his teacher's giant soles in his face, he begins to get to work on delighting her with his tiny little fingers. She sighs with joy at the sensation joking that her fett are big enough to crush him and how she could cover his whole body with her toes. After a while, Kimble comments on how she has a very pretty mouth and, flattered, she invites him to take a closer look. She picks him up and lets him watch her eat gummi bears up close warning that he should be careful not to get any closer in case he gets eaten. She starts to fantasize that the gummi bears are all the naughty brats in her class and she eats them up one by one, giving them names and explaining why they deserve to be eaten. She suddenly realises that Kimble is cowering in fear as she got totally carried away with herself. Not meaning to upset the boy she picks him up and begins to kiss him to make him feel better. The problem is that the more she kisses Kimble, the more she gets a little of his taste on her lips. She kisses him repeatedly but soon the sight, smell and taste of poor crying Kimble is too much for her. She begins to feel this ravenous urge. She licks her lips and eyes him hungrily, a sudden change in her attitude but she really doesn't want to hurt him. She can't help herself. She opens her mouth wide and brings it closer to the frightened boy but gets interrupted by the ringing of a phone. Slightly annoyed, the teacher sits down to answer the phone urging Kimble to be quiet. It is Kimble's mother explaining that she is worried sick because Kimble wasn't on the bus home from school and had she seen or heard from him. Kimble is just about to pipe up and shout to his mother for help but the teacher reaches out with her foot and smothers the boy with her sole to stop him from making a sound. She then goes on to tell his mother that she has not seen him since class and that she will call her if she shows up. Once off the phone, she lets Kimble out from under her foot and smirks at him licking her lips. Gone is the kind teacher: just the hungry giantess is here now. She picks Kimble up once more and hungrily sniffs at him salivating over his scent and licking her lips in anticipation. She whispers to Kimble that he must get into her mouth and when he refuses her tone becomes louder and more demanding, practically ordering him to feed himself to her. She is hysterical with hunger at this point and can't ait to taste Kimble's delicious little body and feel him in her mouth and in her tummy. The poor boy succumbs to her hunger and the last thing we see is the tecaher back at her table patting her tummy and licking her lips explaining how Kimble will now be a part of her forever. (American accent)