The True Story of Hansel and Gretel
What really happened in the woods.
by The Power Company

[It seems that our ever attentive librarian here at the Power Company has 
stumbled across an very interesting article. At least it was to us, and 
hopefully will be for you. The original was published by Dr. Edmund 
Frankenburger of the Berlin Institute for Folk Literature. It was graciously 
translated by our dear librarian, and we believe that this is the first 
appearance in English. Here is Dr. Frankenburger's article:]

	After much diligent research into the area of ancient Germanic folk tales, 
I have come upon an astounding find. I feel that it is my duty as an expert in 
ethnic tales to bring these findings to light. We are all familiar with the 
story of Hansel and Gretel and their run-in with the witch. What I have 
uncovered, through my brilliant research, is that the tale that we all know is 
but one of several variant tales that come down to us through the ages from the 
original. Most remarkable of all, is how the original was changed so as to be 
more acceptable to the sensibilities of the day. However, I believe that in 
today's atmosphere of openness and equality of the sexes, it can now be told in 
its true form. Herein lies the true story of Hansel and Gretel.

	Hansel was a boy of sixteen and it seems, no relation at all to Gretel. 
Gretel was his neighbor in their tiny village and the same age. Gretel was a 
typical German girl, with braided blond hair and rosy red cheeks. She was quite 
a bit shorter than Hansel and a little bit on the round side, but not shy at 
all. In fact she spent much of her free time following Hansel around, trying to 
get him to like her. Hansel did not have any such feelings in return and 
constantly attempted to evade the younger girl. The only girl that Hansel had 
eyes for was Gretchen, the milkmaid from the outskirts of their village. 
Gretchen was not only older than Hansel, but she was two inches taller as well, 
with big breasts and a strong back. Hansel was totally in lust with the girl of 
his dreams. Unfortunately though, Gretchen did not even recognize Hansel's 
existence.

	One day, as Gretel was pestering Hansel again for what seemed to be the 
millionth time, Hansel turned on her in fury, "Go away, pig-girl. I don't have 
time for your silly games today. I have work I need to do!" With that he grabbed 
his father's axe and headed for the woods. He really didn't have anything to do, 
but he was trying to get away from her with any excuse he could think of.
	"Hansel, those woods are dark and scary, and you could get lost in there 
forever. Please don't go in there today," Gretel pleaded with her friend.
	"I know these woods like I know my father's farm," boasted Hansel.
	"Wait, Hansel," Gretel replied fearfully, "there are witches that live in 
the woods. They'll eat you up if they catch you!"
	"You are such a silly little girl if you believe those old stories," 
Hansel answered as he set off through the trees.

	As the day went on, and Hansel went deeper and deeper into the woods, he 
began to wish that he had heeded Gretel's warnings. Perhaps he was lost. It 
seemed like he had seen these trees before. Fear began to grip his chest and he 
clung nervously to the axe. Unbeknownst to the boy, Gretel had decided to follow 
him into the woods, but she kept her distance. She had been trained in tracking 
by her father and she had an unerring sense of direction. She knew exactly how 
to return to the safety of the village. But she wanted Hansel to worry some more 
before she rescued him. She knew that if she waited until he was truly afraid  
 Ð, he would love her forever for saving his life.

	Deep in the middle of the woods an old lady arched a wicked eyebrow as a 
strange scent reached her. She hadn't smelled that particular scent in years. It 
smelled like, like ...
	"A boy!" the old crone croaked to herself. She used every sense she had to 
their fullest in her craft and she knew, unmistakably, that a boy was in her 
woods, "And coming closer!" she cackled. Her hands were all aflutter as she 
nervously, but swiftly, began preparations for her surprise visitor. A boy, she 
thought. A boy! Why, this was just what she needed! Maybe he was tall and 
handsome, or strong and bold. Perhaps he was clever? Well, she thought, I had 
better be ready for him. 

	Minutes later, Hansel crashed into a clearing that surrounded a small 
cottage. The old woman caught sight of him from a window. "Drat!" she cried, 
"He's so skinny and frail! Why he wouldn't do for a midnight snack." You see, 
this woman really was a witch, and she really did intend to eat Hansel. Witches, 
you must understand, get their life-force from mortals by consuming them.
	Quickly the witch opened her book of magic. The large, dusty tome creaked 
as it revealed all of her most powerful spells. She smiled a crooked smile as 
she found what she needed. With a whirl of her hands and a mumbled verse, the 
cottage magically transformed into a Candyland, filled with wonderful things to 
eat. The roof was made of pastries, lollipops sprouted in the garden, the beams 
of the house were peppermint sticks, the windows were lined with jelly candies, 
and the walls were made out of chocolate.
	Hansel rubbed his eyes, not believing what he saw in front of him. He had 
been crying as he cut through the last part of undergrowth and he thought his 
eyes were playing tricks on him. As he approached the candy cottage, he caught 
sight of someone inside. The witch quickly used a disguising spell and 
transformed herself into a beautifully radiant woman. She reached into a 
cauldron that sat over a fire and pulled out two foot long pieces of red 
licorice.
	"Hullo!" Hansel called from outside, happy to see some signs of life after 
tramping through the forest alone all day. A cheery light lit the inside of the 
cottage and beckoned him on. "Hullo, is anyone here?"
	The door, which looked like a huge chocolate bar, opened slowly, and the 
most beautiful woman Hansel had ever seen peered out at him. Her face glowed 
with a warm smile, "Why hello, young man. Are you lost? I don't have many 
visitors here at my cottage."
	"No," lied Hansel, "I'm not lost ... I was just ... just strolling through 
the woods when I happened upon this place. I'm sorry to bother you, but ... 
would you happen to have some food? I seem to have ... forgotten my lunch."
	"Of course, my dear," the lady emerged from the small house. She was 
nearly as tall as the door, easily taller than even Gretchen, Hansel thought to 
himself. She gracefully reached up and broke off a pastry from the roof, handing 
it to Hansel. She was gorgeous, he thought. The bodice she wore could not 
disguise the obvious size and firmness of her huge breasts, breasts that would 
have turned Hansel's milkmaid green with envy. She had a tiny waist that curved 
down to full hips. But her face was so beautiful and kind, framed by raven-black 
hair that cascaded past her shoulders in waves that begged to be touched.
	Hansel tasted the pastry he was offered and could not recall ever tasting 
any so delicious. He hungrily finished the sweet treat, pardoning himself for 
his boorish behavior. The woman then offered him a lollipop, freshly plucked 
from the garden. The flavor seemed to explode in Hansel's mouth as he noisily 
sucked and chewed the candy.
	"My, you are a hungry man, aren't you," the witch said, making sure to 
emphasize the word 'man' to make Hansel feel more grown up. "Would you care to 
come inside? I have even better tasting food cooking in my oven right now."
	"N ...no ..." suddenly Hansel started to suspect that something wasn't 
right, and he remembered that his mother had always told him not to go into a 
stranger's house. "I ... I better be going now."
	The woman pouted slightly and it seemed to Hansel that the sun had gone 
behind a cloud. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to come in and keep an old woman 
company for a while? It does get lonely out here." Suddenly the smell of 
vegetables and meat cooking wafted through the open door and transfixed the 
still hungry boy. The witch held her hands behind her back, accentuating her 
dramatic bustline and smiled again.
	Hansel fought every urge in his body. He wanted to stay. He wanted to eat 
more of the lucious  foods this woman had to offer. He wanted to keep her 
company in the way a man could. But still he resisted, "Thank you, ma'am, but I 
really must go."
	"Well, then, at least take these pieces of licorice for your journey," 
said the woman as she slipped the candy from behind her back. "Hopefully they 
will keep you strong as you walk home."
	Hansel gladly accepted the candy and bit into one. He was also glad that 
she had not tried to force him into the house, and at the same time excited by 
the thought of her doing so. Again, the candy tasted better than any he had had 
before and he quickly finished half of one strand. Suddenly, he felt dizzy. His 
hands went weak and he dropped the axe and the remaining pieces of licorice. He 
swayed slightly, trying to focus his eyes. The woman smiled back at him, but 
seemed to be shrinking. Then he heard a loud ripping sound. He looked down to 
see his chest bulging out of his shirt. Or was it his chest? It looked so wide 
and thick! He looked at his shoulders and found them straining to break the 
seams of his shirt, as well. His shirt and pants felt incredibly tight. He 
looked up again as his eyes became level with the beautiful woman's.
	The witch smiled at the transformed boy, "Mmmm ... now that's how I like 
my men," she purred as she ran her soft fingers over his hard chest muscles. She 
quickly cast a sleeping spell over him and he went limp. With a strength that 
seemed out of place with her voluptuous physique, she scooped up the confused 
boy/man with an arm under his legs and the other around his back, and carried 
him into her cottage. She closed the door with a quick flick of her foot.
	From the cover of the woods, Gretel had watched everything that had 
happened. From the moment she saw the cottage transform into candy, she knew 
that Hansel had found a witch's house. She had wanted to scream out a warning to 
him, but decided not to when the woman appeared. At first she had burned with 
jealousy when she saw the beautiful woman, but then she reminded herself that 
she was in reality a witch, and she knew that Hansel was going to need all the 
help he could get. Then she watched with fascination and growing horniness as 
Hansel's body grew and filled out with huge, manly muscles. And now, she had 
carried him into her house. Probably to eat him! 
	Gretel snuck up to the house, just as her father had taught her to sneak 
up on a deer. Noiselessly she reached the window and peered in. She almost 
gasped out loud when she saw that Hansel had been strapped to a large oak table 
with thick leather straps around his hands and feet. Even with his new strength, 
he was obviously no match for these restraints.
	She continued to watch as the witch, still looking for all the world like 
a beautiful young woman, seemed to be displeased with something. She was 
mumbling about where the table should be. Then, to Gretel's surprise, she picked 
the table up like it was a feather pillow, and placed it closer to the cauldron. 
Satisfied with the position of the table, she roughly tore the pants off of the 
helpless man. Gretel's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw Hansel's manhood 
reach toward the ceiling. She had never imagined that a man's penis could be 
that large! The witch cackled again as she wrapped her soft, strong fingers 
around the shaft and slowly began to stroke it.
	Gretel was appalled at the witch's actions. Was she going to eat Hansel 
starting with his most private parts? She slipped away from the window and over 
to the door where she found Hansel's axe lying on the ground. She hefted the 
large axe, preparing to burst in through the door and attack the witch before 
she could harm her true love. But the image of the witch so easily lifting the 
heavy table with Hansel strapped on top stopped her short. How could she hope to 
defeat such a creature, filled with the power of evil? Then she noticed the 
pieces of licorice that Hansel had dropped. If it worked for him, maybe it could 
work for her, too!
	Gretel greedily chomped down the remaining half that Hansel had left, and 
then just as quickly began eating the second piece for good measure. She had not 
realized how hungry she was either. The licorice tasted like leather to her 
(since she was not under the same spell as Hansel was) but she finished it all. 
As she stood with the axe in hand, she began to feel dizzy. She could feel 
herself growing taller as the roof of the house seemed to be getting closer. She 
blinked her eyes and attempted to steady herself against the door, but the door 
gave way under her weight. She sprawled forward, losing her grip on the axe and 
falling on something that felt like pillows. As she lay there, gathering her 
wits, she realized that she had fallen on her breasts which were now easily 
three times as large as before. She moved to get up and her arms tore through 
the seams in her sleeves.
	The witch had just settled her lips around Hansel's massive cock after 
stroking it to its fullness with her bulbous boobs. She had stripped off her own 
garments in order to enjoy her feast to its fullest. The captive man was about 
to explode into her mouth when Gretel exploded into the house. Caught between 
the seed that she needed and the intrusion of another mortal, she hesitated, 
then turned and pointed the fingers of her hand in Gretel's direction while she 
maintained her grasp on the man's member. Gretel was instantly picked up by an 
unseen power and flung against a far wall. The same power held her there, pinned 
as if against a rock.
	"A meddlesome little girl, eh? I'll get to you in a second," she cackled 
as she turned her attention back to Hansel. In her haste she had failed to see 
that Gretel was not a little girl at all, but because of her magic was indeed 
quite a big girl, and was still growing! She also did not realize that the spell 
she had cast on the licorice had only been used on boys previously. She had no 
idea what would happen if a girl ate the enchanted candy. She was about to find 
out.
	Gretel could feel the strength and power rising inside her. Like a flood 
it poured through her, filling every part of her. Slowly she began pushing back 
against the invisible force that held her. Muscles bunched throughout her chest  
and shoulders and across her back. The clothes she had on could no longer 
stretch to keep up with her amazing growth and ripped apart, exposing her 
magnificent upper body which was still straining and still growing. The skirt 
that had fit so comfortably that morning around her roly-poly body and had 
covered her legs to her calves, now fit like a second skin around her rock-hard 
stomach and barely reached to above her knees. 
	Slowly Gretel was pushing back the unseen power of the witch until 
suddenly she broke free. She stood away from the wall, catching her breath after 
her monumental struggle. He shoulders were the size of cannon balls and her 
breasts were like pumpkins. They sat high on her chest and even though naked, 
did not need any support to keep from sagging. She looked down at one arm while 
she tensed it, pleased to see the muscle grow as large as a melon. She knew now 
that she had the power to defeat the witch and save her dear Hansel.
	Gretel flew across the room at the same instant that Hansel was finally 
reaching his climax. She grabbed the beautiful woman by the hair and ripped her 
away from her boyfriend just as he exploded. Instantly all the illusions that 
the witch had created disappeared. She was again an old crone, hundreds of years 
old with a body withered by the ages. The cottage returned to its normal, run-
down demeanor and the bright, cheery light vanished.
	In the darkness of the cottage, the witch could see perfectly well and 
launched herself at the young amazon with her claw-like fingers. More out of 
self-defense than planning, Gretel struck out at the witch. The force of her 
blow sent the old woman reeling across the small house.
	Suddenly the witch changed herself into a Siberian tiger. It circled 
momentarily and then lurched at the half naked woman. Gretel had moved away from 
the table in anticipation of the tiger's attack. She knew she should be 
frightened of the beast, but her new strength gave her a confidence she had 
never known.
	Gretel caught the cat's front legs as it reached her and used the large 
beast's momentum to fling it towards the fire. The witch/tiger howled as it slid 
into the flames. It jumped up on its hind legs and transformed into a giant 
bear.
	The bear's head nearly touched the beams of the roof. It growled out its 
challenge and advanced toward Gretel. With lightening-quick speed and incredible 
strength, the bear swatted at Gretel's head. The big girl went head over heels 
across the floor. But then she quickly got up and charged the bear hitting it 
square in the stomach with her shoulder. The bear howled and wrapped its deadly 
arms around the girls waist and began to squeeze.
	Gretel had never felt power like this bear possessed. It bear hug was 
pushing all of the air out of her considerable lungs. Gretel arched her back, 
trying to break the beast's hold. Seeing an opportunity to inflict more pain, 
the bear bit down hard on one of Gretel's exposed breasts.
	Red-hot pain shot through the girl's chest and instinctively she grabbed 
the bear's mouth with her hands. Her new-found strength was no match for the 
animal and she slowly opened the deadly jaws and pushed the great head 
backwards. With one hand she held the bear's head up and the other slammed into 
its throat, temporarily stunning the beast. Then Gretel brought both of her 
mighty hands down on top of the bear's shoulders, breaking its grip. Now it was 
her turn to apply the pressure.
	Even though her arms could not reach all the way around the giant beast, 
Gretel grabbed as much as she could and began to squeeze. Her super powered arms 
soon were cracking the bear's ribs and squeezing the air out of it.
	The witch/bear was nearly dead when she finally transformed herself again. 
She tried a goat, a pig, a cow, but Gretel would not release her deadly hold. 
Out of desperation she turned herself into a snake and easily slipped out of the 
mighty girl's grasp. The witch coiled quickly and struck at the girl, hoping to 
inflict a deadly wound.
But Gretel was fast and she dove out of the way.
	Gretel came up with Handel's axe in her hand. Before the snake could 
slither away. She brought the blade across down and chopped off its head. She 
continued to chop until the whole snake was just little bits, oozing a black goo 
onto the floor and giving off a terrible stench. Then a green mist rose from the 
dead animal, swirling around Gretel. It formed what looked like a ball and 
disappeared into Gretel's chest. Suddenly all of the magic the old woman had 
possessed was given to her conqueror.
	Immediately after the witch died, a gloominess that had pervaded the 
cottage and the woods seemed to lift and blow away like the morning fog. Gretel, 
still reeling from the events of the last few minutes, collected her wits and 
quickly covered her nakedness with some makeshift clothes that she made out of 
drapes. Then she went over to the table where Hansel still slept soundly. She 
looked over the large book of spells that rested nearby and was astonished to 
see what the witch had been planning to do. She saw a whole list of spells that 
used the ejaculate of a virgin boy as an ingredient, everything from wrinkle 
remover to love potion. The one she had opened to was a spell to live another 
hundred years. 
	With little effort she ripped the thick leather bands that held him, still 
amazed at the raw power that she now possessed. But it also struck her that she 
could never go back to her little village looking like she did now. She almost 
started to cry when another idea came to her.
	"I will live here in this cottage, after I clean it up a bit," she 
decided. "And I will be the protector of these woods. I will use the witch's 
magic for good instead of evil. Oh but I would love to lay with my Hansel at 
least once before I lose him forever."
	Several hours later, she lifted the still slumbering man and ran back 
towards the village. She was as swift as a deer and as silent as an owl. In no 
time she was back on the edge of the village, right by Gretchen's farm. She knew 
that he was in good hands, now. Then, just as silently and quickly, she flew 
back through the woods to her new home.
	Gretchen did indeed find the sleeping man and 'nursed' him back to health. 
She, like all the other villagers, was stunned by Hansel's marvelous growth and 
his tales of the candy cottage in the middle of the woods. But she was also 
greatly impressed with his manly physique and other impressive endowments. The 
two were married and lived a long happy life on the milk farm. Although from 
time to time, Hansel would wander deep into the forest again, taking an 
especially long time to gather firewood.
	Gretel was given up for lost, thought to have been eaten by wolves that 
roamed the woods or perhaps purposely lost in the woods by a jealous step-
mother. And every hundred years or so, they say that a young boy from the 
villiage is mysteriously called into the woods only to emerge totally changed 
and telling tales of a beautiful witch who guards the woods and lives in a 
splendid cottage made of entirely out of candy.

[We hope you've enjoyed this bedtime story. Now tuck yourself in. Here's a hug 
goodnight, and have plesant dreams.]

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