Everything happened so quickly. One moment, I talked to the owner about desperately needing a job, even if it meant doing dishes or cleaning the floors. Next, I found myself sitting on a metal table in a sterile white room. What the hell kind of interview was this?! Sweat started to bead on my forehead, anxiety blooming in my stomach. "I don't need a job that badly." It was time to go. 

As if on cue, Miss Charlotte entered the room. She placed a hand on my chest, pushing me back on the table and quickly strapping a bell around my neck with a giggle. 'Is this a cowbell?!' I think, tugging on the collar in disbelief. "W-- What the hell are you doing!?" I shouted.

"Shhh, we're starting orientation," Charlotte laughed in response.

By now, I wanted nothing to do with the Milkdrop Cafe. "I have thought it over; I appreciate the job offer, but I will have to pass." I frantically tried to remove the cowbell, hands trembling in panic. Why wouldn't this come off? Why does my neck tingle? 

When I attempted to stand, I was overwhelmed by nausea. Quickly, I sat back down on the cold metal table, unable to stand. The changes started slowly as my chest inflated into B cup breasts; I'd always had a small frame. My chest mounds strained against what was a loose-fitting bra. The fabric rubbing against my ever-increasingly sensitive areolas and nipples. I’d always wished for larger breasts, but not like this! 

"No, no, NO!" My favorite shirt was desperately trying to restrain the now massive inflating breasts. My hardened nipples tingled as they chaffed on the tearing fabric. The milk dripping from my nipples starts to dampen the taunt fabric that remains. Like a dam bursting, my newly upgraded tits broke free from their constraints, spilling over the defeated bra, tearing the precious fabric, now ruined. 

The tearing of my favorite shirt was no longer enough to distract me from my ass and thighs expanding rapidly. The denim protested, fighting until it was unable to contain the advancing changes any longer. "Make it stop! I don't want this job anymore!" I desperately cried as my thong rod further up my ass and pussy. As the fabric creaked and pressed against the sensitive, engorged flesh, I let out a loud ‘mooooo!!’ In a mix of orgasmic pleasure pure terror.

"Congratulations! You've passed the interview! Your shift starts right now, Miss Daisy!" Charlotte's gaze made me extremely uncomfortable. The way she licked her lips while looking over my newly reshaped body caused the hair on the back of my neck to rise. I snapped back to reality as she shoved the work uniform into my hands.