"What the hell happened to me!?" Ian complained, his hands on his hips as he looked up at the stripper. Once he had almost towered over her, but now she had several inches on him and he suddenly felt very vulnerable. He couldn't have been more than 4'10 now, although it was hard to tell when he couldn't even see the lower half of his body past his generous breasts, each making a big impression in his now-oversized shirt. "I-I'm a girl! And I'm tiny! And STACKED!"

"It's hard for me to say, little girl." The witch laughed. With her tall black heels she easily had a head on her former client. "I simply channel the energies, and they search your inner soul to find something that'll fix all your problems."

"How is this supposed to fix anything?" Ian grumbled, squeezing his boobs for emphasis. "How am I meant to return to my job like this? I look like a pornstar! Nobody's going to take me seriously at this height, especially with these titties! I knew I never should have let those idiots bring me here..."

"Look at the bright side. You're much more confident already!" the witch giggled. "Anyway, I've got places to be. See you, little girl. Trust me, it'll grow on you..." with another puff of smoke she vanished, leaving Ian all by himself.

"I've done plenty of growing already..." Ian whispered to himself, feeling uncomfortably out-of-place in his ill-fitting clothes, which were all far too large save for the tearing in his jeans around his plump posterior and child-bearing hips. Finally getting a chance to look at his own reflection in a nearby mirror, he caressed his features in shock, still in disbelief that he had been transformed into a busty shortstack. "Nobody's gonna believe me..."

Sure enough, his friends outside seemed to think that Ian was still behind the screen, pulling some kind of prank on them, but at this point the man-turned-girl had had enough of their drunken encouragement. Instead he waved down a taxi and headed straight home, hoping that somehow he'd wake up the next day back to normal. Stepping inside of his house and making a beeline for his bedroom, he accidentally bumped against his little brother Marcus in the dark. Marcus was 20, unemployed and taking refuge on Ian's couch while he was 'looking for a job'. "What's going on? Who are you?" Marcus asked, rubbing his eyes.

"This is going to sound weird, but I need you to believe me. I'm Ian!" Ian explained. Before, he had had a couple of inches over his little brother that he sometimes lorded over him, but now he felt like a kid talking to an adult, were it not for Marcus' downward gaze reminding him of the jumbo funbags on his chest. He could feel his hard nipples poking through his shirt as they swung around without a bra. "I was cursed by a witch and turned into a girl!"

"Yeah, right." Marcus rolled his eyes. "Did Ian put you up to this? That's not like him..."

"No, it's me? Remember when you were 6 and we accidentally cut our legs on barbed wire? I think I still have the scar!" Lifting up a sagging pant leg, he showed off the familiar R-shaped cut on his lower thigh.

"So it really is you!?" Marcus gasped. "Jeez, they really did a number on you! You're... you're tiny. And well-developed... You know, you kind of look like some pornstar..."

"Ugh, I'm going through enough right now without you sexualizing me. And my eyes are up here, moron." Ian knew that his little brother had a fetish for exactly the busty shorty girl he now was, and since they lived together, he hoped that things wouldn't get weird... well, weirder.