Whatever the which hit you with knocked you out, and rendered you unable to move. You wake in her kitchen, as she approaches your prone body with a sharp knife. She calls to someone in the other room, "Gretel, get in here. You know I can't see properly."
If only you could move, a blind fat witch should be easy to beat. No wonder that powder scattered all around you, she couldn't aim properly to cast a regular spell.
A young girl with long hair handing out of a bonnet wearing a cheap gingham dress two sizes to small entered, and said, "Yes, ma'am."
"Take this knife girl, and cut the clothing off that burglar. Be sure to collect all his jewelry, gold buttons, and coins for me. I'm not making a Christmas pudding! And how's your brother Handel, I mean Hansel, doing, is he finally starting to put some meat on that lanky body of his?"
"No, I fear not. He has the affliction, the more he eats, the less weight he gains, I fear he'll waste away." She sets to work cutting your clothing off you, carefully placing each of your coin buttons into a small bowl. Most are coppers, but there are several silver and three gold. She even removes your gold prince albert, while you remain uncharacteristically limp.
"Not a very wealthy thief," lamented the witch reviewing the contents of her bowl, "Well, get on with it, girl. You know what to do next. Sift the flour. Knead the dough."
Gretel comes over to you and sifts flour all over your sticky naked body. Why does your body feel sticky? You soon know, as the girl's hands plunge deep inside you, as she begins kneading you! You're dough!