Chapter 1 – A Seductive Acquisition

Domina had watched her mother bake the Gingerbread Man when she was very young. She loved the smell and taste of gingerbread and had never gotten over the loss of the Gingerbread Man from the family feast on that special occasion.  Of course, she had wondered what had become of her father and only years later did she realize his contribution to that feast.

Now that she was sixteen and her mother was now working in the office, Domina was suddenly overcome by her cravings.  She looked online for instructions on how to go about baking a Gingerbread Man...only, she wanted to make a version suited to her - a Gingerbread Boy. Growing frustrated with the online recipes, she remembered her mother’s shrink ray device and it’s special conversion abilities. Yes, I think that just might be the ticket, she thought to herself. A very naughty and perverse thought entered her mind.

This being a weekend, Domina called her friend Lainey to see if she would like to partake in assisting her with her dreams of a Gingerbread Boy. They were both casual friends and classmates of a boy named Skip. Skip was a good-looking and fit youth with a slender build, but what he lacked in muscle, he made up for in cuteness and a fun-loving personality. In fact, he was somewhat of a daredevil at heart.

They knew he worked weekends as an ‘ornament’ at Max’s, a restaurant in Magory-Yum Wondrous Meat Emporium. Max’s was just one of the locale’s at the huge dolcett-themed complex and featured meat-girls that had volunteered or been drafted by a lottery as well as boy’s who could volunteer on a short-term basis to be an ornament – meaning they get paid to stand nude and restrained in an alcove at the restaurant, lending a certain ambiance to the place. Typically, this was a pretty safe job for the boys, with the benefits of women playfully admiring their bodies and even fondling them. The only time things might get dangerous would be when someone paid an extremely exorbitant amount of money to procure their penis and/or testicles. The cost was so high, however, that a boy could typically work for a couple weeks, make good money, have some excitement, and leave fully intact, but it was a risk of the job. Also, due to the nature of the job, only the most handsome, confident and fit boys ever applied for these jobs.

Domina knew that Skip was also sweet on Lainey. She asked her to pick Skip up from Max’s following his shift and bring him over, with the promise of ‘playing’ with the two of them.

Lainey found the youth in one of the alcoves in the large circular hall on the second floor. His arms were restrained to chains hanging from the ceiling and his legs were slightly spread and encased in metallic holds that rose almost to his knees. This allowed the (mostly female) customers to fondle him if they so chose. He wore a ball gag that was tied in at the back up to his upraised arm restraints.

Skip’s eyes went wide when he saw his classmate approach. It wasn’t often when someone he knew saw him at Max’s. Typically, the patronage at Max’s were adult females.  There was the one time when he had seen a friend of his mother’s – embarrassed, she had avoided making eye contact with him, though he had caught her making a couple fleeting attempts at sneaking a look at his body. And he had seen a classmate on a couple other occasions as they were out to dinner with their family. Seeing an unescorted teen female in the place was very rare. She must have snuck in, he reckoned. Still, being proud of his body, his surprise quickly dissipated. He didn’t mind at all that she was looking him over like a piece of meat.

  (Lainey and Skip)

Lainey had naughtily strutted over to where he stood, “What? You got something to say?”, she teased him, first cupping his package and then lightly tickling his orbs with her fingertips as she leaned her face into his. “Mmmm. These seem full. Wanna come over and play with Dom and me? I’ll make sure to drain them dry.” Her other hand was at the base of his shaft, making his penis waggle back and forth playfully as she talked to him.

She talked the fifteen year old Skip into coming over, promising him atleast a blowjob, and that she would give him a ride home afterward.

Skip’s sexual libido, having just been teased and lustily played with by a small party of college women which had followed a small table of horny cougars, was through the roof. They had taken turns fondling and touching all over his body. A small dribble of sticky pre-cum hung enticingly from the end of his cock. His torso glistened with a light sheen of sweat over his suntanned form under the dim lights of the alcove.

Looking at Lainey, his gaze took in her figure.  Dressed in her horse riding attire (she had just finished her afternoon ride an hour previously), her beige breeches hugged her lower body snugly, while she had unbuttoned the top of her white blouse, so that her cleavage was open to the air. He was only too eager to accept the girl’s offer. He knew that her equestrian and gymnastic training had built up her legs, buttocks and abdomen into an elite level of fitness and visions of her mounting and riding him made him drool into his ball gag. He nodded an enthusiastic yes to her.

He only had fifteen minutes left in his shift and the tables nearest him had recently vacated, so his boss had no issues with him leaving early. Soon, after Skip took a quick shower in the men’s changing area and clothed himself, the two left Max’s and arrived at Domina’s house.

--

Upon leaving the foyeur, Skip was treated to a lovely view of Domina. Her back was to him and she was wearing a revealing top which showed off plenty of skin on her tanned back and shoulders along with sheer see-through jogging pants as she was fiddling around with something on the dining room table. Her bare ass could be seen through the material and it was quite the sight for Skip, hotter than the pot boiling over in flames in the distance.

“Ahem”, Skip coughed.

Domina turned her head towards him, “You brought Skip. Oh, that’s great!”

   (Domina)

Lainey pulled Skip by his arm quickly through the house towards the spare bedroom.

“Wait”, Skip said in faux complaint, “I thought we were gonna have fun with Domina too…?”

Lainey continued pulling him until they were both in the bedroom, then put her body between him and the doorway. “We are”, she said, out-of-breath as she smiled up at him. “She’s still getting ready. We have a little surprise for you. Why don’t you get ready? You can start by getting into your birthday suit.”

Skip didn’t need further encouragement. He was rearing for action. He laughed and began to pull his shirt over his head. Oh boy, oh boy, this ornament thing is really paying off, he thought giddily.

--

When Skip pulled his shirt off, he noticed that Lainey was no longer standing there. The door was shut and her breeches lay in front of them.

Wearing a satisfied smile, he completed his undressing and leapt onto the bed. “All ready”, he announced loudly.

--

Her part of the mission complete, Lainey sauntered over to relay the information to Domina in her blouse and panties.

“All ready?”, said Domina, arching an eyebrow. Things were moving quicker than expected.

“Uh-huh”, Lainey confirmed with a chuckle. She gave Domina a sly grin.

“Wow, that was quick. Where is he?”

“He’s in bed. Naked as a baby”, Lainey replied.

Domina quickly set about letting down her hair, then removed her sheer bottoms and her top, leaving her completely naked with the exception of her lace garters and stockings. She affixed her ceremonial jewelry to her face, arms and torso, then, with a smirk, sauntered over towards the bedroom.

--

Domina poked her head through the doorway. She saw Skip was propped up in the bed and looking at his phone as he was covered by the bedspread from his chest down. She approached with the shrink device held behind her.

Skip felt her approach. Everything seemed to him like he was in a dream-like state, physically and mentally. Looking up, he saw Domina walking towards him, fully nude with the exception of black lace garters and some type of ritualistic metal adornments across her front, shoulders and face. In her left hand, she held some type of implement. Skip thought she meant to put it to some type of kinky use upon him, perhaps on his testicles. He’d had similar interactions with horny women at Max’s. 

Domina looked the very personification of sin to him. With a sigh, trying to appear sophisticated and give the appearance that this was no big deal for him, he made an internal effort to collect his energy for what he expected to be an energetic romp and set his phone aside on the bedside table.

“Hi Domina”, he said, trying to sound masculine, but his words sounded rather meek.

“Hey”, she replied, now standing at the front of the bed.

“What’cha got there?”, he inquired, noting she was hiding something in her right hand.

“Why don’t you come see?”, she said, giggling.

Skip laughed and leapt up, letting the covers fall and exposing his nakedness, his hands at his sides.

“So this is what all the girls at school are going on about? Very nice”, she said, licking her lips mischievously as she eyed his dangling package and crawled on the bed forward towards him.

Then she brought up the device…and zapped him.

*** 

Chapter 2 – Yoop: Cumming to Life

The startled look on Skip’s face gave way to stunned silence as it molded into a cherubic form. “No way-”, he had started to say, recognizing the device. There was a sound as of air being expelled as the transformation continued. His hair was depilated and his skin changed first from a mauve-like color to a dark brown and it’s texture changed as well to a spongy crispness. As it did so, his body reduced in size, inches at a time, until he had reached the height of around two feet. His genitals shrank with him, yet somehow retained their texture and coloring, which was much lighter than the dark brown hue on the rest of him. Despite the travails of the transformative process, his penis retained it’s hardness.

When the process had completed, Skip had been transformed into a Gingerbread Boy. His red mouth lie open in a permanent ‘O’ and his eyes had rolled over, becoming a glazed white, no pupils visible.

Lainey entered the room, her attire much like that to Domina. In other words, she wore very little. She looked down onto the bed to observe the transformed and minitiaurized Skip. “Oooh, look how smooth he is down there”, she traced her fingers around it’s crotch. “And he kept his stiffy!”

“Yep, this device is a wonder. Other than the removal of all hair and the shrinking, his little package retained it’s exact state prior to transformation”, Domina stated. Raising an eyebrow, she said, he does look rather delicious, doesn’t he? Let’s get him into the oven to finish him up.”

Together, the two lifted the roughly two-foot long gingerbread figure from the bed and carried it towards the kitchen. As they walked, Lainey noticed the pupil-less eyeballs. “Is he dead?”, she asked.

“Skip?”, Domina replied, “Er, well, yes and no, if I understand it. I think his essence is trapped somewhere between life and death. I think the recipe and it’s enchantments will allow us to conjure his spirit back into this body”, she nodded her head towards the gingerbread form.

Reaching the kitchen table, they laid the object on a large tray. Domina carefully put a small cozy coated in icy glaze over the Gingerbread Boy’s genitalia to protect it from the oven’s heat, while Lainey retrieved the book with the recipe.

“Ooh, see, look here. It’s as I thought…”, said Domina, peering at the recipe, “it says that the Gingerbread Boy will be ‘imbued’ (she put up air quotes) with the sexuality of the source.”

“Oh..k?”, said Lainey, not sure what that meant.

“It means that the little Gingerbread Boy will have Skip’s sexuality”, Domina explained. “It means we’ll get to eat his little bits for real.” Domina really enjoyed eating a variety of nuts – hazelnuts, pecans, peanuts, macadamias, cashews – almonds were her favorite. She couldn’t wait to try Skip’s.

“Cool”, said Lainey, having little faith in the bizarre recipe, but still, it was a fun exercise to do with her friend and she was hungry.

Domina ladled a spicy sauce she had worked on while Lainey was with Skip at Max’s. As Lainey lifted the Ginberbread Boy, Domina ladled the sauce conservatively over both sides of the body. They added M&Ms for buttons and sprayed lines of cream cheese on his mid-section, his arms and his legs.

 (Gingerbread Boy, pre-animate)

Finally, they both gave him a light kiss, recited the chants laid out by the recipe/instructions, and Domina put him in the oven.

After awhile, and when it smelled good, she opened up the door to take a peek and…

--- Yooop!---

Out jumped the Gingerbread Boy.

The two girls jumped back in astonishment.  The Gingerbread Boy stood there, smiling at them, hands on hips. His eyes were now wide open and he had a cute pug nose.

"You...you're alive", stammered Domina.

"Of course I'm alive. Why wouldn't I be?", the Gingerbread Boy asked.

"Er...I don't know". They looked him over.

“His voice seems a bit higher, but I think he’s doing ok now, though I don’t think he’ll be helping out at Max’s any more”, Lainey added with a wry smile.

“Aw, that’s nice”, said Domina, not giving it another thought.

“Who is Max?”, asked the Gingerbread Boy. The transformative process had completely wiped his memory. The last thing that Skip’s sentience had felt was the jolt of some type of current go through his body and his consciousness faded out. Now, as the transformed entity, he just knew he was the Gingerbread Boy and standing in front of him were two nearly-naked females who looked somehow familiar to him and who were looking at him in a strange, almost desirable way.

"Wow...he's really cute", said Domina, disregarding his comment. In fact, something about his mannerisms reminded her of Skip. Perhaps it was his bright blue eyes, which were blinking at her.

Lainey nodded, saying "he smells really good too".

"Thank you", said the Gingerbread Boy.

Domina circled around behind him. "And he's got a cute little butt", she said.

"And look at his thingy", Lainey said, and they giggled when they noticed it was starting to get bigger, pushing the cozy away from the base of his crotch. It soon fell off, revealing his turgid penis pointing up at both of them. It was quivering to his pulse. They both noticed that his genitals were smooth and fleshy, unlike the rest of his gingerbread texture.

The Gingerbread Boy didn't know what was happening. He just knew the way they talked about him was making him excited.

"Taste it, Dom!", Lainey said, pointing at Gingerbread Boy's dick as she picked up the cozy.

"Hmmm, ok", and before Gingerbread Boy knew what was happening, Domina had licked the end of his penis. That felt good to him and he smiled.

"Don't just lick it silly, suck on it.  Here - like this", said Lainey and she bent down and engulfed the growing shaft.  Lainey was one of Domina's naughtier friends. She had 2 older brothers who brought girlfriends around regularly and she would sneak around and watch them fuck. After some time, she had developed some knowledge of what to do around a dick and was not averse to giving blowjobs herself, becoming quite good at it.

As she sucked up and down his shaft, the Gingerbread Boy said, "Ooooh, that feels really nice".

"blrghnk you", Lainey said, still sucking while she spoke.

"It's called a blowjob", said Domina, "do you like it?" He nodded.

After several seconds of this, Lainey noticed some very tasty icing coming out of the tip of Gingerbread Boy's penis. As she sucked, his body began to tremble and it shrank a couple inches, though it was hardly noticeable to either girl, who’s attention was elsewhere.

"Mmmmm”, she said, momentarily opening her mouth off his cock, "you taste so good, I want to EAT you!" and she opened up her mouth real wide in preparation for taking a large bite.

The Gingerbread Boy, looking down in alarm, quickly bolted backwards, hitting his butt on the stove which was still hot, "Yelp! Eat me? Oh no you won’t. You'll have to catch me first", and he sprinted quickly for the door.

"Quick Lainey, grab him!", said Domina hurriedly.

"When I catch you, I'm gonna gobble up your little dick and balls", Lainey said as she scrambled as quick as she could towards Gingerbread Boy with open arms.

But he was out the door in no time, scampering down the porch and into the path leading into the woods. As he ran, he looked back to see the girls far behind.

"Run, run, I'm not a toy! You'll never catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Boy!"

*** 

Chapter 3 – Tempting Offers

The Gingerbread Boy ran and ran, far into the forest path when he noticed up ahead a chubby girl. As he got closer to her, he found her to be pretty even with her somewhat curvy figure.  He slowed down to catch his breath now that he felt out of danger.

The girl turned around and gasped as she observed him.  "Wow, who...what are you?", she inquired.

"Why, I'm the Gingerbread Boy", he said matter-of-factly.

"You're naked", she giggled, looking down at his dick. 

A naughty thought came into the Gingerbread Boy's mind. "Would you like to give me a..erm..a blowjob?", he asked her, remembering how good it felt earlier.

"Oh, I guess so", she laughed and bounded over to him, slowly configuring herself into a half-kneeling position. "It's sticky", she giggled, touching the head of his penis. She started with light licks and then proceeded to suck on it like a lollipop, making slurping noises.

She was gently massaging his scrotum as she sucked. The Gingerbread Boy was in instant heaven. The stress of the prior situation completely left him in his thoughts. 

“Yoop!...Yoop!”, the noises emanated from the reveling Gingerbread Boy.

After a minute, a bit of icing pre-cum began to leak out of the end of his dick. His body squirmed as it shrank a little – he was now eighteen inches tall.

"Mmmmm, you taste so good, I could eat you", and the girl opened her mouth wide to chomp down on him.

With a dash, he pulled free of her hold and her teeth 'clacked' together as she missed her target.

“Oh no you won’t”, the Gingerbread Boy scolded her.

"Come back here Gingerbread Boy. I want to gobble up your little cock and balls", she lumbered up and began chasing him.

But the Gingerbread Boy was way ahead of her, "Run fat girl run. I'm not yours to enjoy. You'll never catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Boy."  He left the girl panting far behind.

--

After leaving the girl far behind, the Gingerbread Boy slowed to a casual trot, traipsing happily along. Farther up the trail, the Gingerbread Boy heard someone humming. He quickly tip-toed into a bush off the side of the path.

Down the lane came strolling a lady, wearing what looked to be athletic wear. She was several years older than the girls the Gingerbread Boy had encountered, yet she was still a young lady and pretty, her brunette hair tied in a bob. When she neared his location, she stopped and bent over to adjust her heels. Subconsciously, the Gingerbread Boy inched closer to spy her long, lean legs when he heard a 'snap'. He had put his weight on a stick and snapped it.

The young lady spun around wearily in his direction.  "Who's there?!"

He stepped out from behind the bush. "It's just me, the Gingerbread Boy.  I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Gingerbread Boy?!", she said in astonishment. "Why, just look at you, so cute and you smell so good and...and you're literally dripping."

"Oh, that, it's just because the girl back there was giving me a blowjob", he explained, noticing the lady's stare at his private parts. His penis involuntarily began to stiffen.

"A blowjob?! You say she was giving you a blowjob?", she asked, and a slight drool appeared in the corner of her mouth.

"Uh, yeah. She was giving me a blowjob and then she tried to eat me", he expounded.

"Eat you? Why would she do such a thing? You poor thing. Come here, let me give you a hug", she bent down a little to his height and opened her arms.

"Uh...oh, I better not", he said nervously, although felt tempted to hug her.

"Why not? Oh, I see...you're afraid I'll try to bite you too. Silly boy, don't you realize that I'm not a girl".

"Not a girl?", he asked, dumbfounded.

"No. I'm a WOMAN. I don't give in to such easy cravings like a little girl would. Here, I'll give you more incentive. Have you ever seen anything like these before?", she asked, pulling her t-shirt over her head, revealing a beautifully crafted set of breasts that looked like they had been carved from a statue. They were medium sized, but they stood proudly and firmly at attention.

"C'mere", she said, this time with a forcefulness in her voice.

The Gingerbread Boy's urges got the better of him and he walked over to the woman and they embraced.  Her breasts felt warm and soft to him and he enjoyed this feeing. After some moments, she looked back down at his cock.

"You know, maybe I can help you with your problem", she smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah. In fact, I'm told I'm quite good at blowjobs", she said with a wink. When he hesitated, she promised, "I won't bite you.  Scout's honor." (behind her back, she held two fingers in a knot).

"Oh, ok" and with that, she bent lower and licked from his little balls up to the tip of his penis, letting her tongue sit there and then flicking it against the head. She was playing with him. She moved her tongue lower to below his nuts and began flicking them up and down with it. Then, in almost a violent movement, she inhaled both his little nuts at once. She began lightly chewing them as she sucked on them, pulling them slightly away from the base of his scrotum. As she did this, his penis bobbed up and down. He felt a mixture of both pleasure and pain, the pain due to the light chewing movements. In an instant, she released his nuts and they snapped back into place, quivering there.

Icing pre-cum dripped from his penis heavily now and she let it drip onto her tongue. The Gingerbread Boy quivered as his body shrank a little. As she savored the taste, the woman’s eyes glazed over and she opened her mouth wide, showing her teeth and moved her face up towards his dick.

  (the woman, opening wide)

Seeing this, the Gingerbread Boy jumped backwards.

"You...you PROMISED!"

The girl made it to her feet, "I'm sorry, you just taste and smell soooo good, I must eat you".

"Oh no you don't", said the Gingerbread Boy and he darted down the path.

But this girl was an athlete, a runner, in good shape with long slender legs and she leapt forward after him. And his size had diminished so that he was now just over a foot tall. Each stride of hers would require many steps of his in order for him to outpace her.

"Come back, come back Gingerbread Boy", she yelled at him as she chased.

"Never", he yelped as he saw her getting closer, "run woman run, it was a clever ploy, but you'll never catch me. I'm the Gingerbread Boy".

"When I catch you, I'm gonna gobble up your little cock and balls", she threatened. But she was now losing ground as the Gingerbread Boy's speed could not be matched, even by her.

"Oh no you won't. I've run away from the 2 pretty girls and the fat girl. I can run away from you too", and he sped down the path, outpacing her now with every second of running.

The woman chased him for quite a while before slowing into a jog and finally bending over at the waist. Even with her elite endurance, she was not fast enough to keep up with the blazingly fast creature and her lungs burned from the attempt. She knew she was beaten. Realizing she had been running around topless with her tits flapping in the breeze, she slowly pulled her t-shirt, which she had clung to the whole time, back over her head, and sighed in defeat.

*** 

Chapter 4 – Beware Foxy Girls

In the meantime, the Gingerbread Boy had now run through the path to the end of the forest area and he now came out into a clearing near a riverbed, with a bridge crossing it nearby. His endurance having been tested, he grew weary and his entire body began to take on a mild glaze.

On the bridge, tossing flowers into the water, was what appeared to be a young girl, wearing a cloak with a red hood. Tiptoing near the bridge, he could hear her youthful voice, humming softly to herself.

Knowing he couldn't go back down the path with all the persons chasing him and seeing only the one bridge over the river, the Gingerbread Boy contemplated his position. After his see-saw of blowjobs and running had sapped his strength, he now was feeling very tired. Even though all the girls he had met along the way had tried to eat him, specifically his most private appendages, he decided to risk it. If need be, he would bolt at the first sign of trouble.

The hooded girl caught sight of him approaching the bridge and watched him walk wearily up towards her.  She noticed his dangling little ginger cock leaking icing as he walked. As he approached and took a better look at her, he realized she was a foxy redheaded young girl of 15 or 16 years of age. She was really beautiful with long flowing hair and her freckles added a layer of cuteness to her. She was the very picture of innocence to his eyes.

  (foxy girl)

"Hi", he said, "I'm the Gingerbread boy".

"I see", she said, sounding unsurprised. In fact, she wasn't surprised - she had seen the Gingerbread Man years before while she was on a walk with her pet fox. When she had went to a bush to pee in, she had overheard the events of that day. Unfortunately, her beloved fox pet had himself been eaten by a bear not too much later.

She noticed the Gingerbread Boy laboring towards her spot on the narrow bridge. "You poor thing. Are you ok?  You look tired", she said, sounding worried. She had a soft spot in her heart for gingerbread males.

"I am. You see, every girl or woman I come across has promised to give me a blowjob and then tried to eat me", he explained to her. "Don't you even try. I've run away from the two little girls, the fat girl and the lady and I can run away from you too."

"Oh, I see. Well, you don't have anything to worry about anything from me", she said.

"Why is that?", he asked.

"Well, for one, I'm not hungry. And for another, I'm allergic to ginger."

The Gingerbread Boy sighed in relief. 

"So, you see, there's nothing to worry about. Why don't you go over to the other side of the bridge, over there...", she pointed at the forest area on the other side of the bridge. "If you go into the forest there and follow the path, you'll find several clearing spots to rest in. And I haven't seen a soul in that side of the woods all morning, so you'll be pretty safe. I’ll keep watch over here on the bridge and yell if I see anything which looks like it might be dangerous."

The Gingerbread Boy thought this made a lot of sense. He really liked this foxy girl and decided to heed her advice.  He thanked the girl and they made eye contact again as he passed her on the bridge, prepared to make a dash, if necessary. However, that necessity never came and he moved across the bridge and into the woods on the other side, the foxy girl watching his every step.

The Gingerbread boy walked through the woods for several minutes and then decided to take one of the side paths, where, perhaps 100 yards down it, he found a blanket in a small clearing. "Perfect", he thought and, laying down, exhausted, limbs splayed in all directions, he fell into a deep slumber.

Soon, the Gingerbread Boy began to have a dream. In his dream, he was beneath a group of trees on a peaceful day. He could hear the birds chirping in the trees and other forest noises.

He felt something warm and moist on his dick.  He smiled at the pleasant feelings. It gave him a tingly feeling which spread out towards the rest of his body. He thought this was the best dream ever until...

“Mrmmm. Mrrmmmm”, he heard a female voice murmur.

Looking down, he saw the redheaded girl from the bridge with his penis buried to the hilt in her throat. He remembered thinking how pretty she was when he first saw her. But something about her was different – she had take off her cloak and hood and he now saw her furry ears and he caught sight of a bushy tail wagging from over her shoulder. Despite his previous troubles, her mouth was giving him such pleasure that he leaned back, a far-away look in his eyes as his eyes glazed over, losing their focus on the trees above and her red hair gently brushed over him, gently caressing his body and adding to his serenity.

“Yoop”. His body shuddered as he shrank a little, his body now roughly a foot in length.

He heard slurping noises as the girl worked his shaft with her mouth. Then he felt a strange sensation. He felt the girls throat expand and enclose his scrotum along with his penis. His whole crotch area was in the girl's mouth and he felt her swirling her tongue across it. The Gingerbread Boy had no concept of heaven, but if he did, this would be it.

“Yoop! Yoop!”, his mound made little sounds as his excitement increased more and more and he edged closer to exploding. He shrank again, his body now no more than ten inches in length.

The foxy girl snorted as she continued her ministrations.

At the height of his pleasure, there came a ‘Ccrrrruuuunch!’.

Opening his eyes, the Gingerbread Boy looked back down to see the foxy redhead sitting up on her knees, mouth back and chewing, icing drooling down the sides of her mouth. He looked to his crotch and noticed that his little package was completely missing, replaced by a dribble of icing.  She had bitten it off completely, even to the point of nibbling into the surrounding crusty thighs and lower abdomen.

For the Gingerbread Boy, the loss of his genitals could not be accurately described as painful. Instead, it was like an ache that could not be scratched.

In shock, he tried to bolt, but found that both his arms and legs had been attached to stakes in the ground by skinny strands of rope. He shook both arms in alarm, but to no avail.

"You...you said you were allergic!", he exclaimed.

"I lied!", she smirked, licking her lips and now moving towards him. "I really love ginger and I loved gobbling up your little cock and balls. And now I'm gonna love eating the rest of you."

Stunned and helpless and trying to buy time, he asked her one final question, "but...how did you find me?"

"Silly boy", she chuckled, "you left a trail all the way here".  And with that she opened wide and began eating him from where she left off, moving up into his belly and splitting him in two as her mouth drove a path up towards his head.

“Oh noooo. Not again…”, the Gingerbread Boy said ruefully, realizing his goose was cooked…just before she enveloped his head and bit down. His consciousness flowed into and was absorbed by the girl.

Several minutes later, she wiped her mouth with a napkin followed by a long, loud belch. She had devoured him completely. "Lovely", she whispered and then she packed her stuff up and was on her way home.

  (foxy girl unmasked)

Patting her belly, she noticed the slight bulge and how full she was. She thought of the Gingerbread Boy’s tale of constantly having to evade hungry girls. “Whew…good thing I don’t have to try to run away from anything. I doubt I could make it very far like this.” The normally skinny girl was feeling pleasingly plump. Thankfully, her grandmother’s home was not too far away. She giggled lightly at the thought.

Putting her red cloak on, she then began to skip down the path when suddenly, in the distance, she heard an "Ooouuwwwuuuu'. Somewhere in the distance was a wolf...a big bad wolf!

The End

The Gypsy Princess

The village of Serenity was relatively large at just over six thousand souls, set back in farmland deep in the heart of the Irish countryside, some thirty-five miles west of Dublin. Still, everyone knew each other; it was a close-knit community, a lawful society that looked after one another. For several generations, the village had known only peace, estranged from the struggles and strife that had afflicted many areas and the large city to the east.

Then they came….the gypsies, An Lucht Siúil, the ‘walking people’. The villagers opened their eyes one morning and the camp was there nestled in one of reverend Turner’s fields, with a dozen or more caravans and trailers. The talk that day centered on these travelers - everybody was up in arms at this bold invasion on their idyllic village. Gypsies were not to be trusted, their reputation tarnished by the thieves amongst them.

The local constable paid a visit to find out a bit more about them. The problem these days was that you couldn’t just move them - they had rights too.  Old Reverend Turner would need to set the wheels in motion with his solicitor to get an injunction against them. Of course, all this took time and money…time enough for the travelers to really settle in.

The days dragged on, with the mood of the community changing, the atmosphere charged with uncertainty. The predominant discussions which took place these dark days was about the strangers who had invaded their private world; gossip was rife and stories told. The gypsies would come into the village to buy from the local shops. They always seemed polite and kept themselves apart from the locals.

One gypsy girl stood out from all the others. She looked no older than twenty, her jet black hair reaching down to her shoulders, her eyes an enchanted green and her skin like creamy pearls. 

 (Adnama)

She was physically fit, with well proportioned and full, rounded breasts and a plump sexy buttocks that was a sight to behold. Wearing willowy dresses, she left little to the imagination and yet, when she was nearby, her walk stoked the imaginations of those who observed or interacted with her. When she spoke, her voice was soothing and warm and made those around feel at ease. Many a man was dumbstruck with perverse thoughts and not a few females were envious of her charms. All the local boys fancied her a very attractive girl indeed.

Of course, all the villagers’ mothers and fathers warned boys to keep their distance from her, not wanting to upset them unduly as they knew there would be enough of that when the gypsies were forced to leave. Instead, young men and boys were encouraged to pair up when around one of these seductresses. It was said, ‘a friend’s eye is a good mirror’.

Adnama Hyacinth lived with her older sister Mishka and they were seldom apart and this day, a Saturday which was the villager’s market day, would not be any different. The two girls decided to visit and buy some fresh fruit. As usual, the villagers stared and the men ogled Adnama as she walked around the stalls.

It was here that she saw the two teenaged boys looking lustfully at her. She laughed inwardly – simple minded boys made for simple prey. Sheldon and Terrence (nicknamed Twitch) looked like twins, but they were merely great friends and neighbors - each looked as though they had just entered puberty and stood around five feet tall (Sheldon being an inch taller than his friend, at 5’1). When she smiled at them, the two boys delighted in the attention that this attractive girl was paying them. She was aroused by the sight of their young lean bodies and she used her gifts of charm and beguilement to make her thoughts drift into theirs as she opened her mind to them. Likewise, their young minds were open to her and their thoughts poured into her head with their teenage lust. She allowed them to feel her intimacy, her thoughts and desires fueling theirs. They stared at her lovingly.

“cén aois thú?”, she whispered telepathically into their minds.

“Trí bliana déag d'aois”, Sheldon and Twitch replied at the same time.

Adnama whispered an ancient phrase as her thoughts locked into the young boy’s minds as she planted her evil desire deep within the two boy’s psyche. Adnama then turned and went about her business, none of the villagers noticing what had transpired between them. She had butterflies in her stomach at the thought of the two boy’s delicacies which she had set to ripening, just waiting to be picked and enjoyed by her.

The two girls continued their shopping and left for the safety of their own kin. They had gotten fed up with the cold stares of several female villagers and the several rude remarks when they had their backs turned. Though said in whispers, the comments always seemed just loud enough for their ears to pick up. The words came in several varieties -  ‘tinkers’, ‘knackers’, ‘pikeys’ among others, all said with angry looks from the local women as well as some of the male village elders.

“Look at her. She’s a right feek”, exclaimed Sheldon as the boys watched her walk away, their eyes following the sway of her tanned legs and her bountiful buttocks. Twitch could do naught but nod his head in agreement. The boys were oblivious as to why the town seemed so against such a harmless and gorgeous creature.

The two boys stayed together all day, playing ball games which if you knew them you would realize was an odd thing for them to do. Even though they were good friends, they had totally different tastes. Sheldon loved all things rough and tumble, whilst Twitch preferred sitting at home playing games on his laptop. The two had bonded primarily due to their close proximity to each other along with their shared interest in math. Of course, Sheldon’s primary interest in math was due to his attractive young teacher, Miss Feagan. It was late when they finally arrived home. Each had some tea and went up to their rooms and settled in for the night.

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Elsewhere, in the gypsy camp, the two sisters were having a light argument. Mishka had seen the looks exchanged between her sister and the boys. She had sensed the unspoken communication between them and the dreamy expressions of lust in the boys eyes afterward. She had seen this situation  play out several times before. “Stop acting the maggot”, she told her erstwhile younger sister. Mishka warned her that these villagers were too wary, the village too large. It would cause trouble for their band.

“You saw them Mishka”, Adnama insisted, referring to the two youths, “they are as healthy as a trout.”

“Ye half eejit, ye”, Mishka scolded, “you don’t even have any vittles to put them in".

Adnama was undeterred. She had already planned ahead. She would neglect her camp dinner that evening. “Hunger is the best sauce”, she responded with a smirk.

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The two houses were the last in the row of old cottages detached and very large, their gardens backed onto farmland, of which the wheat fields were the most prominent crop.

At twelve thirty in the sleeping village, the moon was full, a mist covering everything. The night air was still as the eerie light bathed the countryside with a ghostly glow.  Adnama walked up to the center of the fence separating the two houses, her mind going out to the two boys, calling to them in their sleep. They awoke with excited grins on their young faces, both boys naked as they walked quietly downstairs and made their way outside to meet the dark-haired beauty bathed in the moonlight, her white attire shimmering in the eerie light. The houses remained silent, no sounds could be heard as each boy left the back door, closing them as the keys turned the tumblers locking behind them.

She walked a short distance away towards the lake, her long lean form entrancing the boys as she struck a pose like a Flamingo (or Crane), her arms raised above her head as she switched her balance from one butt cheek to the next. Stopping, she looked back and smiled and waved, beckoning the boys forward to join her. They followed her lead. This was a girl who clearly knew what she was doing and it put their young minds at ease, their focus solely on her beauty. One came to each side of her and she wrapped an arm around both. They looked up at her as she chanted some strange words neither had heard before.

Adnama smiled, the seductive green in her eyes captivating them. She put her arms around the naked youths and the began to float through the air and across the open field towards the tall wheat crop. Neither boy questioned the woman’s abilities, but they still smiled at each other in wonder. She caressed them, teasing them with her hands rubbing their soft skin; they felt warm to her and she could sense their excitement.

She ran her hands down their spines, caressing their firm buttocks, her long fingers squeezing their perfectly formed bottoms, their penises reacting. She looked at them longingly as they grew larger, the boys unable to control themselves. Their testicles hung below, looking vulnerable like small pears ready to be plucked. Whereas Sheldon had very light peach fuzz around his scrotum, Twitch was completely bald. For their age, the sweetmeats were large - these boys were well endowed. The sight of their youthful bodies made her mouth water, her own body already preparing for the sexual pleasure she would get from the boys innocence - her cotton panties already sticky as her lubrication leaked into the gusset. Adnama gently squeezed their gonads in her hands and she moaned with pleasure as she played with the large sweetmeats.  The boys groaned, enjoying the attention and a feeling which was new to both of them. They felt loved, both boys willingly giving themselves to this mysterious woman.

“Mo ghrá thú”, whispered Sheldon in her ear as she continued to knead his testicles. In her other ear, Twitch whispered “Tá mo chroí istigh ionat”.

As she stripped away their innocence, their bodies quivered. Adnama pushed her fingers into their anuses, probing them.  She groaned, her body reacting to theirs as they continued on their journey into the centre of the wheat field.

They stopped - a large perfectly formed circle lay before them. Adnama positioned herself in the middle whispering ancient text. As she undressed, the twins watched as she removed every piece of clothing until she was naked, her breasts round and firm, the nipples erect. They stared at her dark pubic hairs snuggled between her legs, her labia peeled open in readiness for them to enter,  their breathing shallow as the excitement grew within them.

Adnama directed both boys to lay down, then whispered a spell. They didn’t realize it at first, but they were shrinking as they floated upwards until their feet were level with her mouth. She stopped their reduction at just over a foot tall.  That size was perfect for what she planned next and moisture began to dribble down her inner thighs as she was literally dripping with anticipation of what was to come.

“Whoa! Grá mór!”, whispered Twitch in amazement, just now noticing how large she was in comparison to them.

“Tá mé beag bídeach”, exclaimed Sheldon in stunned surprise.

“Shhhh”, she whispered at them, trying to calm them, “dinna fash, mo stóirín.”

Adnama sat between them, caressing their silky skin as they gazed up at her. She squeezed their scrotums, probing their testicles teasingly, the firm shafts of their manhood quivering, the sperm trying to escape as she played with her captives.

The boys were willing captives, however, and stared at her longingly as they began to ache for release. She kissed each of them in turn, her lips full and soft, her tongue exploring their bodies, her saliva mixing with theirs in preparation for her final act of injustice. She stared into Sheldon’s brown eyes, her excitement evident as she smoothed his lean muscular stomach and made her way down to his feet. Opening his legs, her eyes fixed on his genitals. She licked her lips in anticipation at the delicacies between his legs.

Adnama stroked his erect penis. Sheldon groaned, wriggling his hips as he clenched his buttocks together, his cock straining to release his seed. Ignoring it for the moment, she sucked each orb into her mouth, one at a time at first, tugging it gently from away from his abdomen and testing the youthful elasticity of his chords before letting it ‘pop’ out of her mouth and conform back into place within their flesh sac. Then she took both his nuggets into her mouth at once, the boy responding with a gasp and groan of pleasure, “Ahw…oh”. Adnama noted with amusement that the shaft of the boy’s penis was bending towards her mouth. She thought it cute, reminding of her of a plant seeking sunlight, but in his case, his cock was seeking the warmth of her moist mouth. She smiled at him, seeing he was now ready. With the sharp tip of her fingernail, she cut through the center of his scrotum, the flesh parting easily, his mind at the moment locked out from the pain. She licked the incision, her tongue darting inside greedily to taste the sweetmeats hiding away inside, her tongue wrapping around them and pulling at them until they hung outside in readiness. With her hair blocking his view, he groaned unaware of what was transpiring as she sucked on them gently, teasing him further along the path she intended for him.

She licked his erect penis, the taste of his burgeoning youthful sexuality making her climax. She closed her mouth over his shaft taking him fully inside, sucking on it in readiness, her mind finally releasing his, allowing his immaturity to surface. He shuddered sweetly as he ejaculated into her mouth the syrupy taste of his spunk spurring her on she pursed her lips and sucked hard on his cock, making sure that none of the tasty cream went to waste.

Sheldon groaned with pleasure as he fed her his seeds of life. Holding tightly onto his waist, Adnama turned her attention to the tasty sweetmeats. She sucked them into her mouth, a loud satisfied groan emanating from deep within her as she slowly bit down on the tender meat. Feeling pain for the first time, Sheldon shivered and screamed out as he watched, terror in his eyes, as Adnama feasted on his manhood. Moving her head back and forth like a feral animal, she ripped the sweetmeats from their sack. As she chewed them, each testicle burst, spilling it’s inner liquids. There were jellified immediately as she continued chewing them into a smoothie-like pulp, not unlike a cranberry jelly. Sheldon’s attempts to wrestle her were easily overcome. It was all he could do to shake violently, trying to break free from the horror as he was being neutered.

He sobbed, crying out to his friend for help, but his screams were lost in the darkness. Adnama raised her head, his testicles in her mouth and he watched helplessly as she chewed them up, masticating them into a buttery paste and swallowed them. She orgasmed violently, her spunk spurting out onto the flattened wheat. Taking his pulsing cock into her mouth, she bit through the base with her front teeth until it broke away, leaving him bereft of sexual organs. Sheldon sobbed uncontrollably, fading in and out of consciousness as Adnama swallowed his member whole. She licked around the wounds teasing him further, his body still reacting as if his genitals were still attached. It was a combination of extreme pain and tender pleasure which now took hold of that region of his body and he felt an urge to release similar to when he had released his seed, but it was no longer possible. She grinned at him greedily, uttering a few words and watching as his body quickly transformed into a more manageable size for her to consume, now no larger than a couple inches at most.

The reality of the moment became clear to him as she bent low over him and sucked on his legs, pulling his body into her mouth. He yelled out for help, his body shaking with fear as he watched, entering her mouth, never to be seen again. Adnama watched her helpless victim as his head passed beneath her nose, the outside world lost to him forever. She screamed out as the terrified boy slid down her tongue and entered her throat. As he squirmed and wiggled, fighting for his life, his body continuing to slide inexorably down her gullet, her abdomen convulsed as her orgasms intensified.

She fingered herself with increasing intensity, enjoying Sheldon as he continued his struggle for life. She turned to Twitch, his friend only a few inches below her smiling face as her body welcomed him, the taste of Sheldon’s testicles still fresh in her memory, her mouth filled with saliva in readiness for him.

Still under her entrancing spell, Twitch was blissfully unaware of his friend’s agonizing suffering, which was soon to be an experience shared by him, as Adnama once again began her feeding frenzy. She detected a bead of pre-cum on the flared bulbous head of his cock. With her index finger, she dabbed the moistness and brought it to her tongue, tasting the salty substance. She opened his legs, her eyes fixed on his succulent testicles, her mouth watering. She could already taste the meaty delicacy, but first she needed to drink his thick creamy spunk. She took pleasure from taking away her prey’s ability make a new life before she ended theirs. He would leave this world empty, devoid, no longer a man but a piece of raw meat for her to dine upon.

These thoughts turned her on as she cut open his scrotum and pulled the two sweetmeats out, controlling her hunger as she sucked on them. Feeling her warm breath and soft silky tongue sucking and licking his naked gonads, Twitch moaned with pleasure at her delicate touch. Meanwhile, Adnama fingered herself, enjoying them whilst she also violated his anus with one of her fingers. She took pleasure in assaulting all his senses in as many ways possible before taking him away from this world forever. As with Sheldon, she held no hostility towards Twitch. This was just a necessary part of the process which would allow her to retain her youthful appearance.

Twitch’s penis throbbed, the pressure building inside his aching testicles. Adnama placed her lips around his shaft and sucked hard on his hood.  She released her control over him and Twitch spurted his creamy load into her throat. With each pulse, she greedily swallowed, her lips wrapped tightly around his member as she sucked every last drop from him.

She grabbed onto his waist as she chewed through his still-throbbing cock. He screamed out in pain, his legs kicking outwards along the ground. They continued to flail about kicking fresh air as she rose, shrinking him down as she went. He tried to pry her hand from his waist, but soon found he was battling against just her thumb which was as big as he. Giggling at his pathetic attempts, she tore his penis from his abdomen and looked down upon his small terrorized face. She held his tiny form in her palm now, allowing him to watch as she played with his severed appendage, pushing it out before sucking it back in playfully. It was nearly the same size as the boy in his present condition. As Twitch convulsed, she moved her fingers to the sides of his face, holding it in place and forcing him to look at her as she swallowed his penis whole. Only the two sweetmeats remained and they were tiny at his present size. She lathered them hungrily with her tongue before nibbling down on the tender meat. She chewed his sack and their contents into paste, groaning as the tasty meat slid down her throat to join his other appendage.

Twitch sobbed, his bottom lip quivering, terror in his eyes as he watched himself being eaten alive. His terrified screams were lost in the still night air. He shook his head whimpering as she brought him to her mouth, her lips closing after him and sealing him inside her. Adnama’s orgasms ran together, becoming one long trembling bout of pleasure, her terrible deed complete as she lay back down on the moist ground enjoying the shrunken boys struggle for life.

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Adnama lay there in the still night, digesting her young prey for almost an hour before she sensed the ceasing of movement within her taut belly. She sat up, opening her legs, and urinated, a large puddle forming between them as she marked the spot where her two victims lives had ended. She stood up, avoiding the flow of the urine, got dressed and disappeared back into the darkness.

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Aware of her sister’s plan that night, Mishka went to see the gypsy elders. They all knew of Adnama’s abilities and readied the caravans so that they could leave before the villagers awoke. Mishka waited for her to return, greeting and alerting her to the morning’s course of actions. They both settled down to sleep. Adnama slept well, her stomach full of the tender flesh of her two would-be suitors.

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Adnama awoke first in the newly brightening day, her bladder having refilled during the morning hours, leaving her with an overwhelming urge to empty her bowels. It would be some time still before the villagers woke. She quickly dressed and went into the woods behind their caravan. Finding a quiet spot, she squatted down, spraying her urine in a powerful jet, the remains of the two young men piling up beneath her fanny. The stench of death filled the air from her waste. Bits of intestines and indigestible hair and bones were all that remained of the two thirteen year old boys from her nighttime feast. She wiped herself clean and stood up to look at what remained. Satisfied, she returned to her caravan and prepared to leave along with the others.

Gaining distance from the village, Mishka bemoaned the need to move again so quickly, but such were the sacrifices required when prey met the gaze of either succubi (her or her sister). The others understood.

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When the village awoke, they noticed the travelers were gone. The people rejoiced at their absence. All except one neighborhood, of which two families awoke to find their precious sons no longer with them. It was not long before the town deduced what had happened. It was soon renamed to Kilcock.

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