The True Story Of Hansel And Gretel - Part 3
I looked on in shocked horror as Hansel and Gretel’s round, stuffed, but still flabby, bellies let out more hungry growls. I had no food that wasn’t house, or furniture, left. They had eaten everything I had to offer. Still, these obese kids wanted more and it seemed they were intent on getting it
“Hey sis. You in the mood for something more…meaty~” He said teasingly at me
Gretel grinned at this and patted her fat belly,
“You betcha.” She replied with a lick of her lips, once again, in my direction
I gulped a little. There was just something about the way they were looking at me that unnerved me quite a bit
“W-w-well, I don’t have any m-m-meat here. I-I-I think it’s time I h-h-help you 2 f-f-find your way back h-h-hom…”
I was interrupted once again. However, this time it wasn’t either of them saying anything. This time it was loud, menacing and, very low, grumblings coming from both of their fat bellies
“That’s okay. You may be a bit *URP* skinny…” Hansel began, licking his lips like his sister had before
“…But *URP* you look delicious!” Gretel added, finishing her brother’s sentence for him
Both chunky siblings soon got out of their chairs and I could only take a step back, inching even closer to the roaring, wood-fired, oven I had left on in my earlier haste. I should’ve shut it off, but I didn’t think about it at the time. After all, I had to stop my house from being eaten by these pudgy siblings
However, I wasn’t really focusing on that now. I was too busy trying to tell myself they were joking. There was no way they’d actually want to eat a PERSON! However, deep down, I knew from the looks they were giving me, and from just how gluttonous these 2 kids were, they wouldn’t hesitate to add me to their bulging bellies
It was then their competitive spirit gave way to cooperation as both little plumpers belly-bumped me as hard as they could. They might’ve been young children, but with such massive, food-stuffed, stomachs, it was as if I had been hit by twin wrecking balls. It was more than enough force to topple me over backwards. I barely had time to acknowledge the few stray ingredients I had knocked onto myself, before I fell into the oven!
I let out a shriek as I did so, but not from the fire’s heat. No, those ingredients I had knocked onto myself were my, patented, candy insulators. You see, I had this theory that if I was able to keep my confection creations at a more optimal temperature, for long enough, during the baking process that….well, it’s complicated. However, with these candy insulators covering me, I wasn’t feeling the oven’s burning heat, or really any pain
I was, however, still being cooked by these greedy, fat, brats and both looked on with eager hunger. I could see the delight on their round faces as my candy-coated scent filled the room. Worse yet, I could hear their gluttonous bellies rumble in anticipation of their coming meal. I gulped at this, already feeling my body begin to grow weak from the fire below
Not being able to really move inside the oven, I had some time to think. If they were planning on devouring me, how were they going to do it? After all, there was only 1 of me and 2 of these horrible, prepubescent, eating machines. Were they actually planning to rip me apart like lion cubs with a fresh antelope?
I didn’t get more time to ponder that, or how incredibly weak I had grown from the flames below me. I was quickly pulled from the oven by 2 sets of little, flabby, hands. I let out a sigh of relief…and terror as the chunky siblings placed me on the chocolate-chip table
Both their chubby faces looked over me with hungry delight. The rest of their bodies were blocked from my view by their big, round, bulging bellies, which heavily loomed over me. I winced and closed my eyes, preparing for the worst!
“Hey sis, I’ll flip you to see who gets to eat the old witch.” Hansel said, pointing at me, as he grabbed a stay gingerbread man they, somehow, missed from their previous gorging
I opened my eyes, truthfully a bit relieved to see they hadn’t just torn me apart right then and there. Of course, I was still horrified they wanted to gobble me up at all
“Okay…but only if the loser gets to eat the rest of the house.” Gretel replied to her brother after a moment of contemplation
“Deal. Call it Gretel!” He said as he tossed the gingerbread man up
I watched it dance in the air for a moment as Gretel called out,
“Frosting side up!” Licking her lips at me as she said this
With my strength gone from being cooked, I could only lay there and watch alongside these chunky children as the gingerbread man landed with the frosted side…
To be continued...