An obnoxious, big-shot corporate man who is extremely misogynistic to his female coworkers. He's so obnoxious that they form a coven and, juuust before the Big Important Meeting, put a curse on him to teach him some empathy. As he's up there preening and being self-congratulatory about his presentation, he feels a button on his shirt pop open. He looks down. His pecs are more prominent and....swelling? He tries futilely to re-button his shirt, but his pecs grow larger, pressing out against his shirt, his nipples swelling and visible through the fabric. His audience is dumbfounded. The man hurriedly mumbles something about needing to step out for a moment-- which is when he feels something wet against his hand, and finds dark patches spreading over his nipples, his pecs the size of softballs and still growing. Surely this can't get any more bizarre or humiliating....until he feels a strange fluttering low in his belly, feels a strange unfamiliar fullness....and then his well-toned belly begin to round out, straining the lower buttons of his now milk-drenched shirt which eventually pop, revealing the still-growing form of his belly and pecs the size of volleyballs and he realizes he's hard and...why does it feel so...good? Why does...he...want....more.....?
