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"Nice to meet you, I'm Amelia," the hiring manager said to Joseph as she sat across from him, "Let's get started, shall we?" Joseph gulped in nervousness, he was never good at interviews and desperately needed a job. "Starting simple, it says here your name is Jo, is that short for Josephine or Joanne?" She asked, looking up from the man's resume. "It's uh, Joanne," he replied, not realizing anything was awry. "Lovely name," Amelia smiled, watching as hair cascaded down the man's head, darkening as it did so. "For redundancy's sake, could you give me your birthday?" She asked the interviewee, waiting for him to respond. "It's uh, the 20th of May," he told her, slightly confused. "Happy belated birthday, and the year?" She asked, writing something down in her notebook. "200- sorry, I mean 1995," he said, thinking he was so nervous to stumble over his own birthday. "Really?" Amelia asked, "You don't look a day over 25!" Joanne blushed, thanking the interviewer as she moved on to the next page.
"Could you explain this five-year gap in your resume?" Amelia inquired. "I had a kid and was a stay-at-home mom for that duration," he said, newfound confidence in his body as he remembered his beautiful daughter back home. "Mother is one of the hardest jobs out there," Amelia smiled, "So what brings you back to work?" "My husband and I decided we need to start saving up for our little girl's college," Joanne said, memories of her loving husband of 10 years entering her mind. They were high school sweethearts, getting married once they graduated. "That's so humble of you!" The hiring manager told him, a sparkle in her eye, "Congratulations, Joanne, you got the job!" Joanne smiled broadly, she was always a people person and was happy to work at such a fine establishment. "Let's go and get your measurements for your uniform," Amelia told him as she walked to the back.
Amelia wrapped a tailor's tape around Joanne's chest, watching as the changes began. Slowly but surely, fat started to pile behind his chest, pulling the tailor tape more taut as it did so. Joanne moaned slightly, not realizing he was unused to the sensation of breasts hanging from his chest. "Perfect," she said, shifting the tape to around his waist and pulling. The tape crushed his midsection, removing a portion of fat until he had the waist befitting a mother like himself. Marking the tape and moving on, Amelia got to his hips, letting the tape have a bit of slack as his hips widened to child-bearing proportions. Flesh packed onto his bottom as it strained to meet the generous proportions the tape insisted on. "Can I get your inseam?" Amelia asked respectfully, not wanting to make Joanne uncomfortable. "Go ahead," he grinned, "We're both grown women here." She put the tape at his foot and up his leg until she reached his sex which swiftly inverted itself, giving credence to his mother story.
"That's it!" Amelia stated as she sat up, "We'll get that to you right away." Joanne smiled, happy to tell her husband the great news. "Thank you, Amelia," she beamed, shaking her new boss's hand, "You don't know how much this means to me!" "We're happy to have you, Joanne," Amelia responded as Joanne turned to leave. "Oh, one last thing," she called after the new hire, "Congrats on your pregnancy, we have a great maternity policy." Joanne smiled back, rubbing her ever-so-growing belly. Leaving the store, she called up her husband and told him the good news, driving home shortly after.