“Hey Tash.” I greeted her half-heartedly after a weird and humiliating start to my own day. In an attempt to avoid my own family, especially Sarah who had just seen my ball-less, naked shrinky dick, I had just wolfed down a couple of snack bars in my room and made a beeline for the door.
“Hey.” Tash replied, also seeming a bit off. I didn't ask, as I knew the gravity of what she was going through could only be worse than my situation considering she lost her prized and rather noticeable breasts last night.
“Can I chuck these in here?” Tash asked, gesturing towards my backpack while holding out her wrapped up “goodies”.
I nodded, opened my backpack, and she carefully placed her food inside. Then, we commenced the half hour or so journey back to the witch’s cabin.
About 20 minutes in to the journey, among the thick of trees and wooded undergrowth, we descended a rocky ledge. I didn’t remember it being there last time, but perhaps we had come a slightly different way yesterday. Tash, being Tash, went first. I followed.
Suddenly, my foot slipped on a couple of loose twigs, causing me and the bag to tumble down several feet, head over heels.
“OOF!! Ouch!! That hurt…” I came to a stop at the bottom of the ledge.
“Umm, Ben!?” Tash screeched and pointed to the bag. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.
After coming to my senses after a few seconds, I realized what she was talking about as I felt a clamping feeling on my small dick. However, this feeling wasn’t bad… it was actually… pleasurable?”
I took off the backpack, unzipped it, and dug through the contents. Sure enough, my little wiener was caught inside the hard shell of Tash’s taco.
Tash came over and stared into the backpack, blushing as she too realized what had just happened.
“Whoops! Here uhh… let me fix that.” I cringed as I removed the wiener and re-packed the bag.
“Let's… not talk about this. Ever. Okay?” Tash implored, indignant but still blushing.
“Yep.” I replied simply, with a straight face. I’m ashamed to say I slightly enjoyed the lucky “reshuffling” that had just occurred, but there was no way I was going to tell her that.
A few minutes later we finally reached the witch’s cabin and knocked on the door. Luckily, she was home.
“Well, hello again kiddies! I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon!” She smirked, as if she had indeed expected our return all along.
Tash raised her voice. “Turn us back! Get rid of this voodoo shit right now!”
The witch gave a mocking look of surprise. “Turn you back?”
“Jackie, please return our private parts to us. We want everything to be normal again. We beg of you.” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible since I knew the power in this situation completely rested with the witch.
The witch gave a mocking look of disapppointment. “Aww… Do you not like my delicious snacks? Okay… well… I’ll take them back. But only because you asked nicely! Teeheehee!” She grinned.
She let us into the cabin. We found ourselves among all kinds of odds and ends, strange rustic furniture, and shelves and shelves of old bottles, vases, and some ornate sticks that were probably wands. In the corner of the room was a large pot. Was this her cauldron?
As we watched, Jackie stood by the cauldron and began to add a few buckets of dark liquid, various herbs and spices, and a few random things including flower petals, pieces of cloth, and even a couple of dead frogs.
“Okay, the food please!” She looked over to me and beckoned with her hand. I opened the backpack and handed her the various wrapped up foods.
Tash gave me a sideways look as the witch took all of the food out of its careful packaging and unceremoniously tossed it all into the brew. Both Tash and I felt a sensation of cool water down below, as if just our genitals had gone skinny dipping without us. I occasionally felt the bump of a spatula on my wiener as the witch stirred and stirred the pot…