I peered into the soup, and saw two small breasts, bobbing about like dumplings. Looking closer, I noticed my tiny penis and ballsack elsewhere in the soup.
"It's our parts", I told Tash. "At least, most of them.. no wait, your pussy's in here too. But they're still small."
"What? Let me see." Tash came over to see for herself. Looking at the bubbling mass, she said "Ben, I think they're getting smaller."
Looking closer, I realised that my already small junk was getting even smaller. Instinctively, I reached in to save them, but instantly pulled my hand back, screaming. The soup was still boiling hot!
As I stood there nursing my scalded hand, Jackie wandered back over. I wasn't sure if my screams had caught her attention, or if she'd just finished consulting her spell book.
"No, everything's fine. You just have to drink your portion of the soup to put everything back. Here, let me get a few ice cubes to chill it down for you."
"Ben, are you okay?" Tash asked as the witch went in search of ice. I reassured here that I was fine, but my mind was still wandering to the puckered weiner in my pants. I hoped that our genitals weren't really gone down the (soup) pan.
Moments later, the witch came back with a bag of ice cubes and two cups. Reaching for her ladle, she served up the soup. "Here you go, drink this down, and you'll be all fine."