You fly your broom to the boy's house, your black cape and hair flowing in the wind. You land and magically open the front door, disable the security system, and sneak into his room. You cast a spell to keep the boy asleep and levitate him to the satchel on the side of your broom. You undo your magic on the house and fly of to your gingerbread house in the middle of the dark forest. You touch down and levitate your meal onto the kitchen counter. You dream feed him until his stomach is completely full of sweets. Then you spice him up and open wide. You swallow him with ease and your belly looks like it's nine months pregnant. It growls loudly and you become sleepy. You dose off in your bed and wake up in the morning with a swollen belly and gassy bottom. Your gas doesn't stop until you sit on your toilet and contract your rectal muscles until your green face turns red. Then you get up, wipe your green bottom and flush the mess away. You notice some new fat deposits on your rump. Oh well!
Success! You had a delicious boy for your holiday meal.
