The Gingerbread House - part 1

Gretel was a blood hound on a trail. She had caught a whiff of the delicious aroma, and would not stop until she found the source.

Pushing her way deeper into the woods, mowing through the dense vegetation that impeded her path, she trekked on, following the scent. It was the most delicious smell that had ever graced her shnoz. It smelled of sweets, of baking pastries, of dreamy desserts. The hungry girl followed her nose (and stomach!), following the still-hot trail of the scent of sweets.

Suddenly she came to a clearing, and gasped in delight. There it was, the source of the sweets. Standing in front of her, looking like something out of a fairy tale, was a house made entirely out of food—a real gingerbread house!

Gretel couldn’t believe her eyes. She stood there and stared in awe at the wonderful thing before her, but only for a moment. A second later, she was happily skipping towards the house, her full chest bouncing and bobbing in her tight tank top as she went.

The girl stopped at the doorway, which looked to be made of chocolate with a candy-cane door frame. A chocolate-chip cookie doorknob stared up at her enticingly. The entire house itself seemed to be a hollowed-out giant caramel and chocolate cake.

“Oh my gosh, it looks sooo good” she moaned with a look of both hunger and delight on her face, clasping her hands together across her big soft chest as she looked at the house. She bit her lip as she stared at the caramel-coated, chocolate-plastered outer wall of the house, which dripped with fudge. “No, I shouldn’t…” she said to herself, still biting her lip, sticking out her index finger hesitantly. Eventually, the girl’s self control gave in. “…okay, maybe just a little taste” she reason with a smile, digging her finger into the spongy cake wall.

With a good amount of the cake stuck to her finger, Gretel drew her finger to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it, then swallowing.

“It’s soooo good!” she said with delight, a smudge of chocolate evident on her lips. She licked her finger and lips clean, not wanting to waste even a bit of the delicious stuff. “Oh my gosh, I hope the owner doesn’t mind if I have a little more” she went innocently, reaching for the house’s outer wall again but this time, her entire hand open.




Inside the gingerbread house, the witch was feeling disgruntled. She hadn’t eaten any real children in months! Kids these days were so hard to tempt. She remembered the old days when her house of sweets was more than enough to lure in her fair share of greedy little children. Back then she ate at least two kids a week! But now, with all their little electronic toys and gadgets and other distractions, she was lucky to have a child over for cooking every other month. Sweets just didn’t cut it anymore. The youth of today wanted more than candy.

The witch decided to stop feeling sorry for herself and go do some housework. She got up from her chocolate armchair and walked about the living room, seeing what needed to be cleaned. Who was she kidding—you didn’t need to clean sweets! This was insane. When she wasn’t eating children, cooking children, or casting spells on children, she wasn’t doing anything. Lately, she had been spending her time in town, posing as a little old lady and selling sweets and treats. The witch was secretly proud of her culinary skills, which were nothing short of amazing. They had been honed and perfected over the decades of luring kids with her delectable desserts and dishes.

The witch was standing in her living room, thinking of what to do, when she heard it. A noise she hadn’t heard in ages, not since her last real meal! It was the oh-so-sweet sound of someone munching on her house.


Back outside, a good chunk of the house’s outer wall was missing, leaving a large hole in the wall. Fudge was oozing out of it, and Gretel caught the sweet, chocolatey stuff in her hands, scooping it into her mouth happily.

“Oh no, I’ve got to fix this leak, before—“ began Gretel, her mouth a mess of chocolate and fudge. Just then, as if on cue, the door of the house burst open.

Standing in the doorway, dressed in all black, complete with hat, was a witch right out of the story books! Strangely though, Gretel’s first reaction wasn’t fear—it was shame at being caught by the house’s owner, gorging on her house!

“Oh my gosh, I am sooo sorry! I just wanted a little and before I knew it—“ began Gretel with an innocent pout, her face and fingers smeared in chocolate. She was caught red-handed.

The witch couldn’t hear the apologies. She was too busy staring at the pretty young blonde before her, munching on her house. She looked positively delicious!

The girl was certainly healthy! She was soft and fleshy all over, which was good, very good. And even better, she seemed to already have quite an appetite! The witch hated it when stick-thin youngsters showed up at her door, whom she had to feed for days, weeks even, just to get some meat on their bones. But this one was already soft and tender-looking, and her appetite meant it wouldn’t take much coaxing for her to add even more meat to her bones!

As if to tempt the witch further, the curvaceous girl was wearing a tight-fitting tank top and short shorts, which did nothing but show off her voluptuous, healthy figure. The witch had had her fair share of teenagers in the past coming over, but none of them were as…err…well-developed as this one. This girl’s boobs were huge! They looked to be at least D-cups, stretching her tank top as a bit of her cleavage pushed out of the top. The witch paid attention to such things since, fuller girls meant more meat, which was good. The girl also had quite the behind—her ass stuck out behind her, stretching her short shorts the way her big boobs stretched her top. She also had some meaty, soft-looking thighs to support that hefty butt, a shapely, well-fed waistline and tummy, and healthy, soft arms.

“…and I’m really really sorry!” pouted the girl, who had apparently just finished her apology.

The witch snapped back to reality, and offered a well-practiced smile.

“Oh think nothing of it, my dear! I was thinking of remodeling anyway” she went, waving aside the huge hole in her wall. “Now, would you like to come in and have something to eat?”

Gretel lit up instantly. “You mean, you’re not mad?”

“Not at all!” replied the witch. “Now come on in, I’ve got a lot more sweet treats inside for you”.

“Really? Okay!” went Gretel, walking towards the door, which the witch held open with a smile. Gretel paused, looking at the witch strangely (or rather, looking down since the witch was a bit short). “Wait, aren’t you a witch?”

The witch froze. She had been in such a rush to meet her latest entrée that she had forgotten to magic on her little old lady disguise! Stupid, stupid, stupid. She was going to lose a meal because of her idiocy.

“Well…yes I am dear, but…” she began uncertainly, trying to find a way to lie about not all witches being bad.

“Okay! That is sooo cool” smiled Gretel, cutting her off and continuing into the house. Apparently, this girl wasn’t all too bright. The witch gave a puzzled look, shrugged to herself, then walked in after Gretel as she closed the chocolate door behind her.