My Fair Hansel
By definition, a Hansel Boy is a guy with a thinner frame that has become thicker and pudgy, gradually becoming nice and bloated in his rear and his stomach, but nowhere else. But what makes these Hansel Boys so attractive?
Perhaps the psychology is that because I love that in the soft flesh of a thicker guy, there is a real vulnerability of a person, whose body has had great happiness and contentment in his life, or it may be the tender flesh of someone who may have had to cope with great sadness that he could not express and so gained weight. It may be guys whose genetics also just afford them beautiful flesh- or even just their wish to be subdued and dominated, becoming fuller, thicker and free of social constraints. So, continue to grow as much as you please... I shall dominate and protect that vulnerability in your large curves.
When âHansel Boysâ enter âforestsâ, they begin as average young men. Perhaps theyâre lost- wandering from a celebration already stuffed and sleepy, but theyâre always open to being worshipped- hungry for it evenâŚthatâs when theyâre lured by my spell. Itâs something they can easily play into. They remember âHansel & Gretelâ.
But thatâs a witch in a fairy tale. A Warlock is different. He is modern. His charm is so seductive playing into a young manâs vanity that regardless of orientation, heâs captivated listening to the Warlockâs deep soothing voice, masculine and strong as if he will take care of all their worries in the world- the world thatâs starting to blur into fantasyâŚhis words beckon the young men inside a house or apartment and within the walls they can almost smell gingerbread.
âLet my my living room become your forest, and my black hat and shirt become like the witchâs robe in your stories as I caress your rear or moon over your belly, creeping underneath the tight shirts and sweatpants like Iâm undoing your lederhosen. Iâll lean over you âMein Hanselâ and tell you your own fairy tale of when you found your way to my candied house.. â
When you see the gingerbread house you imagine yourself as any Hansel Boy would- like they all do in my house. They immediately attach themselves to the icing covered walls of the gingerbread house eating and stuffing their bodies. The Warlock waits patiently watching them climb over the walls like vines, gradually plumping up like berries. When the Warlock appears before them, they are caught by surprise with their faces stuffed. The Warlock stuffs an apple in each of their mouths and throws them in a large steamer to simmer and reduce the fat.
As the steam increases, the boys become only half aware of the reality, and half the fairy tale. They call out weak and submissive, eager to play along.
âAre you going to baste me, sir? Keep me in a pot and fatten me? Will I be your gingerbread guy?â đŞ
But the Warlocks have no interest in eating gingerbread boys. Thatâs a witchâs motive. Warlockâs have other plans.
In all the heat the boys get hungry and the Warlock brings them pastries, sodas, sweet beers, and sweets galore.
But as they fatten, they go back in the pot where the fat moistens their skin and the steam expands their body loosening their frame to become stretchy and pliable to be able to be filled to larger capacity.
When theyâre too big for the steamer and their fattened skin is the most pliable to be filled up, the Warlock moves the boys into giant tubs of hot water and pours in bags of sugar. The boysâ mental faculties being broken, have no idea that the steamer has primed their bodies to absorb the sugar water like sponges- juicing them up like fruit for a pie.
Gradually they will become less like dumb boys and more like a big blueberryđŤ, a giant peachđ, a juicy pearđ or a stuffed pillow full of fluffy marshmallow...âď¸ like these.
And with their new shape, theyâll smile because it will be easier to just be rounder, and theyâll start to love fattening themselves up on their own, and be eager to bloat in sugar baths. All theyâll want is to please the Warlock and they wonât even know why⌠If done regularly, the boys will ripen rapidly.
But one wouldnât want them to get so overripe that they burst or leak- a Hanselâs frame only holds so much. Bigger clothes would be needed to keep them warm with plenty of room to swell rather quickly if theyâve been good at being conditioned. Thatâs how the Warlock can ensure a sweet tasting harvest! đ
âThen how will I know when to stop? How will I know when Iâm ready to be consumed?â
The Warlock can tell when they are ready to be measured by looking into their eyes. When the boys are soft, and the body is rounder, the Warlock must measure the fruitâs ripeness, like any fruit in the market- using his hands. The Hansel Boys have only to lift their shirts so the Warlock may feelâŚ
Undoubtedly, the stomach will already be engorged like a watermelon đ. So then to really know when itâs time, he must gauge the rest of the fruitâs shapeliness. It will begin with the plum of the cheeks in their faces. They will grow in color as the boys grow in general. Then it will spread to their hindquarters. The healthy rear begins to fill up like water balloons jiggling, growing full in their pants as they increase in size- buttocks now like basketballs straining under the stretching fabric, begging to be released... đđ The boys will try to close their pants, but theyâll feel ready to burst- forcing the buttons closed, holding their big boy bottom in those pants like a heavy pumpkin, perfectly round and strapped tight in the sling of their underwear...đ
When both sets of cheeks are full, the Warlock will listen closely, placing his hands on the fleshy bounty. The Warlock should hear the insides slosh at his touch. Then the Warlock knows a Hansel Boy is ready. For the sloshing means that a Boy is about to swell rapidly and must be released of the prison of their clothes down to the undergarments- or else the pressure of the clothes will make them burst.
Indeed the Warlock found one such Hansel Boy. He quivered at the Warlockâs hand and the sloshing sound became louder. To see him was the perfect shape- the plum of their ass like a loaf of bread, inflated to the same curvature of their melon-belly. He even pulled his underwear down over his calves to show his Master how well-fed he looked.
Mein gott! He was growing. The bubble butt just kept inflating as the undergarments were peeled back. As his backside was where he was the most heavy and round, the Warlock placed him on a chair to avoid losing his balance under the weight of the upcoming swell.
As he is rolled over to the chair, he groans. The Warlock looked at the pitiful grin on the Hansel Boyâs face as he pulled the boyâs underwear back on his beefy big-boy bottom. It must have been like a pressure cooker on him as he grabbed his stomach and the sloshing grows louder. The boy looks slightly concerned- and rightly so. It is time now for the fruit to swell. The Hansel Boyâs eyes looked softly into the handsome Warlockâs face. He doesnât understand the sloshing sound or why he has swollen beyond a normal weight gain as opposed to just being a big boy, but he canât stop looking at the Warlock. The Warlock looks deeply back into his eyes and says, âMein HanselâŚâ
âIs that my name? I mustâve forgotten. Is it now then that you are to eat me? Am I roasted to your perfection. Shall I ready myself to be basted? For you have fattened me up just so that you must eat me. I shall even take an apple into my mouth. Come and taste this gingerbread, sir.â
Hansel should be embarrassed that he has submitted so easily to a warlock, forgetting who he is or what heâs asking. All he can do is greedily wish to be relieved quickly through sins of the flesh. He craves it. But he has no idea the actual sin the Warlock intends to commit. So the Warlock explains.
âYouâre not going to be gingerbread, boy. You are no longer flesh but a vessel of ripening fruit. Iâve fattened up your skin so I could expand you with the sweetest nectar. And now i will have to harvest your juicesâŚbefore you burstâŚâ
The Hansel Boy dazed, knowing he is the Warlockâs pomegranate, and the sin of the Warlock will be that of Persephone- who will take up all of the juice, seed, and nectar the boy has to offer. Hearing this, his eyes widen, as he realizes his actual size and swelling. The gurgling intensifies as he realizes it is juice sloshing in his body, and looks in horror as his realization has brought on the swell.
The boy panics seeing the sudden growth. His breath quickens as he feels heavier and wider. The sound of the juice is flushing through his ears but, thereâs a sudden stop. A low rumbling is heard as the boy feels a strained tightness. The boyâs stomach is at a breaking point. It grumbles louder as pressure builds. He starts to groan, but the Warlock puts his finger to his lips and shushes the boy. For Hansel may burst if he excites himself too much. And so, just as before, the Warlock cradles the boyâs neck and lays him backward.
The Warlock explains the juicing process might be long, but the boy should have complete trust and enjoy the process. The Warlock smiles down at him. The Hansel Boy relaxes and his mind starts to drift. He remembers when he was just a regular guy that was hungry for food, for some attention, and now the Warlock had him in his hands, looking at him so adoringly, so wise, so fatherly, so handsome and yet sinister. He feels entirely different.
âDaddy..â the boy calls. âHelp meâŚâ
The Warlock explained that there was two places from which the juice could be siphoned from Hanselâs body and that Hansel should lift his legs and melt into a spread for his master. For Hansel was promised the sweetest release if he just relaxed. The moment he finally gave in, he began to feel the slightest bit of rhythmic pressure and was squeezed ever so gently.
The edging continued as the juice was rimmed. The Warlock was ever so careful. Too much pressure or suction, and the boy would spurt like a grapeđ. But at last, the Warlock announced the boy was about to give out- so much- and that the juice would come forth in gallons. And so it happened. Hansel had been given release, and the Warlock tasted the sweetest nectar- cleaning the siphon and the rim rather greedily.
But the Warlock is not done with the Hansel Boy. Now the Warlock has no need to lure and groom fresh fruit for harvest because he can ripen his current stock by planting new seeds. For now, the boy being less heavy with juice, the Warlock bid the Hansel Boy plant that giant peach on his lap. The Warlock will grind new seeds inside himâŚso that he will be ready for harvest again in the new year.đŤđđđ. Then forever will the Warlock have the juice he requires!
