Chapter 1 - The Witch’s Sweet Temptation

Hansel and Gretel couldn’t resist the temptation of the candy house, but they didn’t know that entering it was just the beginning of a road of no return…

When the witch placed her hand on Hansel’s stomach, he felt a pleasant warmth spread throughout his body. She caressed him gently, massaging his skin that was starting to stretch a little under the enormous amount of food.

“Do you feel it, my dear?”, she whispered, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. “How every bite makes you bigger, more manly… more mine.”

He tried to speak, but she placed a finger on his lips. "Shhh… no need to resist. Your body asks for more, right?"

She led him to a wide armchair, upholstered in a nice red velvet, and sat down next to him. Her soft hands picked up a thick piece of cake, chocolate dripping from it, and she fed him in small bites, as if he were a spoiled prince.

He chewed, and the witch added more – towers of caramel-slathered crepes, soft butter rolls, sweet whipped cream that exploded on his tongue. Gretel, watching from the side, felt a heat rise inside her, the sight of her brother becoming big and heavy filled her with a curiosity she had never experienced before.

Hansel sighed with pleasure, leaning back. His belly swelled, his skin stretched, his muscles covered with a new layer of fat made him feel different… stronger, full of raw power.

The witch leaned towards him, her lips almost touching his cheeks. "How much more do you want, my darling?"

Days passed, maybe weeks. Time in the witch's house lost all meaning. He became a being of pleasure and desire. Every time he thought he had reached the limit of his capacity, the witch proved to him that he was capable of more – more food, more pleasure, more seductive touch.

"Every bite makes you more mine," she whispered to him, her fingers massaging his thickened thighs.

Hansel sat on a huge silk bed, his body wide and heavy, his chest rising and falling with lust. The witch laid him down, his body sinking between the pillows, and she climbed on top of him, caressing his neck with kisses.

"Gretel..." he whispered suddenly, as if a spark of old awareness had returned to him. The witch smiled. "Don't worry, she's having fun here too… Everyone gets what they really want."

He tried to rise, but his weight was enormous. He was trapped not in chains – but in the absolute pleasure the witch gave him.

Would he want to escape? Or was it already too late?