Fraser McKenzie was having a quiet Friday night in. The clock had just gone 7, and he was sat down playing video games. Unbeknownst to him, his life was very shortly about to take a different path. Behind him, visible through his window, the sun had gone down, and the cold light of the moon rose to softly illuminate Fraser's clammy pale skin.
He sat up, feeling a crick in his back. It wasn't unusual, he was 33, had a bit of a paunch, and had bad posture, so joint pain happened. Except this wasn't that, Fraser had been on a stag party the weekend beforehand. It had been a very drunken night, but he remembered a very busty blonde stripper giving him a lapdance. There'd just been one odd thing, at one point she'd paused, locked eyes with him, and said "soon you will be one of us". He dismissed it as dirty talk. Sadly, at that point she infected him with the werestripper curse.
Fraser groaned as his shirt felt tight. He looked down, seeing his gut flattening but his chest heaving and growing until his shirt burst from the mass of his 32H gazongas! "Holy shit!" he cried out, clapping a hand over his mouth as it sounded like the husky rasp of a sexy older woman.
He staggered up from his chair, his new udders wobbling and bouncing, as he felt more of his body reshaping, shrinking to 5'7'' and slimming down but pressing all that weight to his hips, to his ass, his jeans tearing at the seams. The pressure of his jeans pushed his cock inwards as a tight pussy crowned with a magnificent red bush formed in its place.
Fraser staggered to the mirror, watching his brown hair turn a gorgeous red and cascade down past his shoulders to lie atop his oversized jugs. His face reshaped into an attractive green-eyed woman of around fifty or so, and his body made requisite changes, his huge tits sagging a bit, cellulite building on his hefty hips, his tummy sagging slightly.
"I'm... oh my god... I'm..." he stammered into the mirror, looking at his outrageously busty body. "I'm a MILF!"
But the changes weren't over. Fraser suddenly staggered forward as his heels were lifted up as red stiletto heels appeared on his feet. Red lingerie of sheer lace encircled his bust, shielding his pussy with a thong, and a garter belt leading down to stockings. Her crotch burned, lust spreading through her entire body as she began to feel feminine, feel powerful, feel HORNY.