"C'mon, let's go home..." Ian complained, rolling his eyes at his drunk friends. "I'm tired, and I have work tomorrow, plus it's probably really expensive-"

"Are you kidding? You're the birthday boy! You're supposed to be celebrating!" his friend chuckled, still holding Ian firmly by the wrist. "What are you so worried about?"

It was Ian's 27th birthday, and after celebrating a night out at a bar with a small group of close friends, somebody suggested going to a local strip club to check out the girls. Ian, who was typically the quiet, unassuming type had tried to push back, but they already had their mind set on it: they were going to buy him a lap dance from the hottest dancer they could find. Dragging Ian inside, who was still weakly protesting, they ordered themselves some overpriced drinks and began looking around the room.

As they talked amongst themselves, eventually they were approached by a young woman with straight, raven-black hair, pale skin and black lipstick, looking more like a sexy witch than a stripper if it wasn't for the revealing outfit and fishnet stockings. "You boys looking for a private dance?" she asked in a deep, sultry voice, tracing up the chest of one of Ian's friends with a long, sharp fingernail.

Ian tried to dismiss himself to hide in the bathroom, but it was too late. "Yeah, it's my friend Ian's birthday, and we want to treat him to a little 'surprise'..." a friend spoke up, putting a hand over Ian's shoulder. The nervous birthday boy began to stutter, trying to come up with an excuse, but seeing the woman's exposed cleavage mere inches from his face made it impossible to think straight. Without a word she stepped backwards and beckoned him towards the private rooms, compelling Ian to follow like a vampire seduces its thrall.

Pushing Ian down into a comfy couch behind a curtain, the witch girl winked and pressed her breasts so close to her client's face Ian could almost bury his nose in them, a perfect pair of DD-cup perky boobs that were just the right size to make Ian's cock painfully erect in his tight jeans. "So, birthday boy, do you have a girlfriend?" the woman whispered into his ear, sending a sensual shiver up Ian's spine as he felt her thick ass press against his thighs.

"Ah, umm, n-no..." Ian stuttered, "It's okay, you don't have to dance for me. I was just dragged here by my friends."

"The shy type, are we?" the stripper cooed, smiling. "I can help you with that. You could say I have a... technique to help out boys like you, even if they don't quite realize it at first... would you like that, Ian? I can turn your life upside-down. If you're enjoying my body this much, I think you'll like it..." she grinned mischievously, kissing his cheek.

"S-sure." said Ian, his mind off somewhere else as his eyes drank in her incredible body, not realizing what he was really signing up for. Still entranced by her movement, he barely noticed as a dark black smoke began to gather around his body, shaping his form into something completely new. His skin became soft and flawless, muscle evaporating as his arms became thin and feminine, shrinking his hands until they were small and delicate. Slowly, his body began to lose height inch after inch while his hair became long, draping down past his shoulders as his facial features became more pointed and ladylike, with thick, sensual lips and full lashes. His waist pinched in and his hips expanded as his figure continued to compress downwards, all the extra weight collecting in his chest and ass as both expanded outwards. His butt became incredibly thick and cushiony, with the two massive cheeks built like a Kardashian, and his once-flat chest swelled into two massive melons. All the while his dick was forming itself into full female sex organs.

The whole time, Ian had been so entranced by the entire ordeal that he hadn't even noticed that the magic had radically changed him until the witch finally stepped back and admired her handiwork. Ian went to stand and realized everything looked so much bigger, his new curves almost throwing him off balance. Looking down at the two massive humps on his chest, he screamed in horror.