Devin looked up to the building standing before her, nervously gulping as she tried to build up the courage to make her way inside. "It's just a job interview." she said under her breath, "How bad could it be?". The building itself was very unsuspecting, it was quite similar to the other buildings around it. To the left of the building was an Applebee's, seemingly with no costumers dining there despite being prime lunch hours. To the right, a Starbucks with a drive through, how convenient. So what business stared down on poor, little Devin? "Portions.." she muttered once again, reading the sign above the doorway. To her knowledge, this was an up and coming new restaurant that needed help. The online job listing stated that it was looking for female waitresses specifically. Devin had a feeling what she was getting herself into by going after this job, the idea made her heart flutter with excitement to try out something so daring. Normally, Devin was known to be rather reserved and she would often not open up without being prompted to do so. But having just recently moved away from friends and family and into this somewhat small town, Devin was yearning for more human interaction. A part of her desired a truly new experience. She had left the old Devin behind in her old town, this was the era of the brave, new Devin that would be up for anything. She just needed to take that first step. Eventually. Maybe she'd wait until tomorrow instead.

Before Devin could turn on her heels to head back to her apartment, a crowd of lunch goers made their way from behind her and inadvertently pushed our little Devin into the restaurant with them. Inside the restaurant was like any other. You had a typical waiting area, several tables, stalls, and a bar, and several gimmicks and knickknacks all over the walls. Clearly this was not aiming to be a five star high class experience, but it was what Devin expected based on the job listing.

"This might not be so hard after all." Devin mused to herself, "Though, I am glad I can at least hide in this crowd for now.." However, Devin soon realized that she stood in the middle of the waiting area alone. Everyone else has been seated and only she remained. Devin let out a silent yelp to herself and considered leaving, but she was soon greeted by one of the restaurant's hosts.

"Have you been helped?" the employee asked. Devin was a bit surprised to see that despite what the job listing had implied, the host was moderately dressed. She wore a simple black dress shirt, blue jeans, and open toed heels. Her dark brown hair was done up in a messy but still elegant way, not so different from how Devin would style her own dark brown hair. Maybe not the elegant part though. The thing Devin admired the most, however, was how tall the hostess was. Though, most people towered over Devin anyways, she was a barely five foot curvy mess. She would often wonder if that's why she kept to herself most of the time.

"Miss?" the hostess spoke up again to the lost in thought Devin.

"O-oh! I uh...!" Devin shuffled through her papers in her hands. Did she come in with these papers? Were these from the job listing? Did she print them out? Why was she so unsure about this one weird detail and why couldn't she move on from it?

"Ah, you must be here for the waitress position." the hostess assumed. She leaned towards Devin and took a small glance at the papers in the short woman's hands. "But it doesn't look like you've filled out these forms. That's okay. Just take a seat here and come back to me when you're done. Then we'll get to the interview."

 "R-right. Of course." The hostess offered Devin a pencil as she took a seat in the waiting area. She shuffled through the papers and filled out the basic information. Pretty standard stuff, they asked for things like her name, previous jobs, references, typical form things. She's filled applications out like this before. Maybe once or twice. Everything was fairly standard until reaching the final few pages. Devin skimmed through the text, adjusting her glasses to make sure she was reading things right. It read like a disclaimer more than anything else. Her jaw dropped as she saw mention of things like nudity and public displays of such things. There were even details about customers getting "hands on" with employees. Was this real? Is this legal? Devin raised her head to investigate the restaurant, but she could not find a single waitress anywhere. Customers were eating, where did the food come from? She quizzically tilted her head side to side. She had considered this job could potentially be a Hooters knock off, but was this a strip club? How could it be? No, it couldn't be. A strip club would have platforms to perform on, poles to dance around. What is this place? Devin should have just made her way out those front doors at the sight of these last few pages. There's no way she would ever do something this exploitive. Devin should have done this, but she found herself captured by the curiosity of it all. What was this mysterious restaurant with? Would she be so bold to risk exposing her body to the world just to get some answers? A sane person would say no and dump this application in the trash. But this was the new Devin, the Devin who was no longer shackled by the chains of her old life. This bold new Devin was ready for anything!

"Were you done filling out your application?" the voice of the hostess called out to Devin.

Devin snapped out of her day dreaming, slapping her cheeks in anticipation. She took her forms and got up from her seat, inhaling confidently, and nodded her head eagerly. The hostess smiled and took the application, causing Devin to practically deflate right in front of her. "Alright, good. I'll show you to the back room, then I'll go deliver your application to the manager."

While doing her best to keep her legs from going into full jello mode, Devin followed directly behind the tall hostess. Despite walking past several tables and even the bar, there were no waitresses to be found. Maybe the labor shortage was hitting this place hard, Devin decided on her own.

The two made their way into the kitchen of the restaurant. Nothing too surprising there, or maybe it was surprising given how employees were missing in the dining area. The kitchen had a small handful of chefs, as you would expect from a normal restaurant. Devin didn't get much time to analyze them, however, as she and the hostess continued beyond the kitchen and down an oddly located hall.

The hostess stops at an inconspicuous, unlabeled door and opens it for Devin to enter. "Just just wait here, someone will be with you shortly while I go deliver your papers"

And with that, the hostess closed the door behind Devin, and Devin was alone. She examined her surroundings, only to find the room to be completely empty. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, all of it was a very sterile white. Even a doctor's office would have somewhere to sit, but this room was so incredibly empty, all the white gave off the illusion of being lost in a vast void of nothing. Devin hesitantly gulped and took a few steps towards the center of the room. The room itself wasn't so big, in fact, it was the size of a small doctor's office. The blinding white surroundings just felt all encompassing to her.

It wasn't long until the door slowly opened from behind Devin once again. She turned her head to find a brand new employee. This one was similarly dressed to the hostess, with the only difference being that she wore matching black dress pants to go with her blouse. Her hair was blonde was done up too, though it was a bit more chaotic. The last thing Devin noted was the employee's disposition. she wasn't as immediately welcoming as the hostess. This woman seemed like she had just gotten out of bed and skipped her morning coffee.

Devin was waiting for the woman to introduce herself, but she merely just walked in with a clipboard in hand, completely focused on that. She had to make the first move then, Devin worried. With a deep breathe to psyche herself up, Devin opened her mouth for a greeting, only to get interrupted by the woman taking hold of her chin and shifting Devin's head about.  Well here's that hands on experience right off the bat, Devin thought to herself. The woman let go of Devin's chin and reached into her own pocket, pulling out a bit of measuring tape. Without changing the ever tired expression on her face, the woman continued to measure up Devin. From the length of her arms, legs, neck, and waistline, Devin wondered if these measurements were for some sort of uniform. The dress code felt rather casual from what she saw so far. She didn't have time to ponder that thought for very long, though, as she felt the measuring tape barely wrap around her bust.

"I see you're quite well endowed in this department." the mysterious woman muttered to seemingly herself and definitively not Devin. "That's good."

This left Devin is a flustered state, unable to find the words to reply with. She stuttered nervously in an attempt to speak up, but that too was interrupted with the hands of the woman being placed on her face once again. What followed was something Devin could not possibly have predicted. With some gently jerks and shifts from the woman's hands on Devin's cheeks, she was quite surprised to find that the woman was able to pull up with her head in hand, much higher than one would expect could be possible. But it certainly did happen. The woman took a few step backs, and in her hands was still Devin's head. Her eyes were wide due to disbelief from behind her glasses, her jaw would have been left gapping in awe if it wasn't for the woman's hand holding it from under her chin. In the usual hasty fashion woman was starting to become known for, she swiftly turned around and made an exit, taking Devin's head and closing the door behind her.

And there she was, Devin, or Devin's body, standing there alone and without a head. She raised a hand cautiously up to investigate. Surely this didn't just happen. Her fingers blindly felt the base of her neck, that was still there. They traveled there way upward until finding an edge that she previously wasn't aware existed until now. Over this edge, her skin felt the same as the rest of her neck. Was that normal? Her fingers hopped on the flat top of her neck, an action she couldn't believe was even possible. It was true, there was nothing on top of her neck. She loosely dropped her hand as she realized the gravity of situation. Devin no longer had a head. She put her hands on her hips in a quizzical fashion. Now wait a minute, Devin did have a head, right? She swore she wasn't headless not that long ago, if her memory was correct. But then she wondered if she even had memories without a head. She couldn't recall if she did or not. Devin pondered the thought of if what she was doing was even thinking. The one thing she absolutely knew for sure was that she didn't have a head, so based on this single fact alone, Devin deduced that she wasn't thinking because you need a head to think with. This was a massive weight off her chest that she didn't need to try and think anymore. But she was still growing more and more curious about her situation. Without a head to remember things with, she had nothing to hold the memory of ever having a head. Maybe she never had a head to begin with. What a thought that would be. Devin decide that if she never had a head, she may as well get to know the parts of her she did have. Her hands were already resting on her hips, so she knew she had those, and they were quite curvy from what she could feel too. Devin's hands traveled up along her waist and quickly discovered her breasts. There was way more than a handful here, she discovered, as she was bouncing them in her palms. The traveling hands shifted directions and reached around to her behind, firmly squeezing the wide load she was hauling. Devin was a thick body for sure. This had to have been something she was proud to show off, surely, since she greatly enjoyed exploring her own curves. Things couldn't get any better than they are in this moment, she felt it in her body, as she was only a body.

Without any warning, the door opened once again. Devin's body was aware of this, but couldn't possibly know who made their way into the room. She knew it was a tall, dark haired woman, but have they ever met before this moment? "Good news, Devin's body!" the woman spoke up, "The interview went great and you got the job!" The tall woman gave Devin's neck a few pats to congratulate her. Devin had no idea what this interview or job the woman was talking about, but she was definitely happy for the fact she got this mystery job. "Now I already got the okay to do this, so hopefully you don't mind this next part."

Devin wasn't given much time to dwell on the woman's words, as the mysterious lady was already reaching over to Devin's top and unbuttoning it. Devin wasn't even aware she was wearing clothes, but if this new job didn't call for them, who needed them? The tall woman made short work of Devin's clothes, making sure to fold up each article as they were removed. This left Devin's headless body in the complete nude, but it didn't end there. Next, the woman took hold Devin's shoulder and bicep. With a few gentle twists and turn, the arm came off Devin's body in a very clean fashion. The procedure was repeated with the other arm, which caused Devin to come to the conclusion that she never had arms, what an interesting situation she was in. But suddenly she never had legs? It's true, her hips were alone and she was merely a torso. Actually, that was an upper torso she has always been, she ended just below the bust at this rate. But not even this was the case anymore. Devin had always been and forever will be just a pair of large and entirely disembodied breasts. Nothing were holding her together as her soft, nude mounds were resting in the arms of the tall woman.

Having always been a pair of breasts, Devin found herself always on the move. She'd find herself sitting together on the front desk, greeting customers as they entered the restaurant. And customers would occasionally greet her back with a soft pat. Though, sometimes she would find herself being separated and placed on the tables of guests who tipped handsomely.

But this wasn't always the case, sometimes Devin had always been a pair of legs. That's right, she had always just been a fully assembled lower half. This was helpful for the job at a restaurant, of course. The cooks would place food on the flat surface on the top of her hips, and Devin would strut her way to the customers to promptly deliver the ordered food. Due to never having an upper body, an untrained eye might miss the fact that all the waitresses in this restaurant were only the lower halves of women. Which Devin found was quite a shame. Only seated customers could see she was only wearing a cute apron, along with sheer stockings and stilettos. But she loved the customer attention as they would give her a pat on the butt to tell her she did a job well done.

A month had passed and Devin fluttered her eyes open. Her heart was pounding practically out of her chest. She had to look down at herself just to make sure her chest was there. And there it was. Devin was still in her underwear, but there she was in full, back in one piece. She had to take in deep breaths in an attempt to recollect herself. Her mind was racing over the events of the last month.

"And here is your first month's pay check, Devin." a voice called out from in front of Devin. She quickly grabbed her blouse in a panic to cover up what she could, only to find the voice belonged to Brittney, the restaurant's hostess. Devin let off a soft sigh and thanked under her breath that it wasn't Lauran, the blonde woman who was in charge of part shifts.

Devin gave a nervous smile and chuckle as she cautiously took the check from Brittney. She still clung the blouse to her chest, but despite everything, Devin was comfortable. This was the beginning of her new job at Portions. This was finally the new Devin she desired to be.