Hoping for the best, you take the cup of soup, and Tash does the same. Now cool, you drink it all down in a few mouthfuls. Placing the cup on the table, you pull open your waistline and see the same sorry-looking weiner in your pants.
"Okay, so when does it work?" you ask the witch.
"Oh, it'll just take a minute or two. Don't you worry, dears." Jackie picks up the pot, and pours the remaining soup into a tiny bottle (that clearly wasn't large enough to hold the leftovers, but somehow it fitted).
"Er, Ben?" Tash murmured, "I think something's happening." She was also stood holding her pants, eagerly peering inside. I caught a whiff of taco meat juice as I looked over. "Ye-eah..."
I felt a tightness in my chest as I watched her squirm slightly. I felt a bit embarrassed as Tash moaned, rolling her eyes back. "OooOOoh, ah!" Suddenly she tensed, and yanked her hands our of her pants in surprise. I started to feel a slight tingle around my crotch, and bent over slightly to get a clearer look in my own pants, but that weiner was still there poking upwards, as if to taunt me.
"Ben, this isn't ... working properly..." Tash uttered, as she looked up at me. She lifted a finger to point at me, as her legs tensed in response to whatever was going on in her crotch. Following her gaze, I realised why I had to bend over to check my cock: my chest was getting bigger! Letting go of my waistline, I shoved my (good) hand up my top to check what was growing under my top. The two mounds there were warm and soft to the touch, just like real breasts. The only difference was that I could feel all the sensuality of my hand caressing the breasts. My weiner (it was still a weiner, wasn't it?) twitched slightly as my hand moved from one breast to the other, and a frown developed on my face as I saw Tash's chest still had the same bust profile. What was going on here?
"Right" said the witch, "now that you're sorted, I need to pop out for a moment. See yourselves out!" Before Tash or I could get our heads straight and respond, she walked through the backdoor and was gone. We glanced at each other, still not sure what was going on.
"Tash" I said, "I've still got a weiner down here".
"I know. I think I've got yours."
"What?"
"I've got yours." Tash pulled her trousers down, and showed me a full-size cock hanging out of her crotch taco. Open-mouthed, I gazed at my cock, poking out of the salad leaves, just beneath a tiny tomato. With her pants around her knees, Tash reached up into her top, and a wave of disappointment washed over her face. "They're still melons."
I pulled my top up, and got my first look at the 100% genuine breasts that now populated my chest. "How did this happen?", I mumbled to myself.