Watering the Flowers

Image Description: A young woman with shoulder-length black hair stands facing away from the camera towards some bushes and trees. She is topless, with her jeans and thong panties pulled down to her knees, and her hands held in front of her.

Caption: Mrs. Stevens had lived on Maple St. for thirty years. It used to be a quiet neighborhood, but the local college had been steadily expanding over the decades, and two years ago, a fraternity bought the house next door. She tolerated the noisy parties and the broken bottles and the puddles of vomit in silence, but she couldn't abide the young men relieving themselves on her prized flowers and bushes. She'd be in the cold ground before she let Dorothy Williams win the City Council award for best landscaping.

So one night Mrs. Stevens whipped up a little something for when the boys whipped out their little somethings. Normally on Friday nights, she was in bed with earplugs and a book, but tonight she just had to watch from her window. Sure enough, one dark-haired, shirtless young man stumbled up to the plants along the edge of her property and clumsily pulled down his pants and briefs. He unleashed his stream, and the spell kicked into action. The yellow fluid stopped suddenly in midair, then reversed, pulling back up into the young man's member—and then pulling the member along with it! Once his genitals had completely disappeared within the dark mound of pubic hair, the magic rippled outward from his groin, changing toned muscle to soft curves. His body hair disappeared, his skin softened, and his body plumped up—too many of those sorority girls had too little meat on their bones—and his hair grew longer. His clothes changed, too, into a fashionable little thong and some tight jeans—after all, Mrs. Stevens was young once too—but the spell couldn't make the boy a shirt. But a little embarrassment would help the lesson stick.

The changes finished within a moment, the drunken fratgirl still holding onto a penis that wasn't there. She'd notice in a minute, and in the future, hopefully she and her brothers would find somewhere else to pee.

Either that, or they'd become a house of respectful young ladies. That'd be okay too.

Commentary: Breaking my own rules a little with this one. I try not to make the caption space any bigger than the image, and I like to keep the captions pretty short, but every now and then the story gets away from me and you get something like this. Hopefully it's still enjoyable! After all, this won't be the last we see of Mrs. Stevens...