“Alright, I think that about does it. Looks like you meet the qualifications, and your previous food service experience will be helpful. Can you start here tomorrow?”

Slightly surprised by the sudden job offer, mere moments after wrapping up the interview questions, Kyoko hesitated for a moment. “Um, yeah! Thanks!”

The manager smiled from his seat across from her in the cramped manager’s office, sitting among boxes of promotional material and sealed bags of uniforms. So, any more paperwork after that huge packet I signed? Or picking out my clothes?”

“We’ll handle all that on your first day. It’ll be a pretty quick process, and after a small adjustment period you’ll fit right in.”

“Um, ok. Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Awesome! And thanks Kyoko - I think you’ll really like it here.”

She walked out of the back office of the restaurant, through the kitchen and storage closets, and back into the main dining area. As she looked over at the gaggle of women chatting in the alcove over by the front entrance of the empty restaurant, she tried to make it a quick glance, but her eyes were pulled inexorably toward the group of girls she’d be working with soon.

Every single one of them looked like a cross between a supermodel and some variation of an over-endowed anime character. Their matching uniforms emphasized this fact; tight t-shirts with the logo stretched across their chests, inappropriately short shorts, a heavy-looking choker almost resembling a collar, and very high heels. If they weren’t all standing together a few yards away, she’d believe they were a result of very aggressive photoshop work from some influencer’s social media team. Each one of them looked hand-picked to show off a different body type at its peak form - the tall leggy blonde, the extra-buff pear-shaped muscle girl, the slightly soft but giant-boobed nerd, et cetera.

The tallest one of the group noticed her heading to the exit, and ran the short distance toward Kyoko while waving, bouncing, and saying, “Hey, did you get the job?”

“Yep, looks like I’m hired. I start tomorrow.”

She jumped into the air a few inches, and over-enthusiastically threw her arms out to start a hug. As her arms began to wrap around Kyoko, her new co-worker’s prodigious assets arrived first, squishing against her face and blocking out the light as her head became engulfed in the cleavage of her seemingly impossible chest.

“That’s awesome! You’ll love it here! I wonder what your uniform will look like…”

“Mmmfffmffmm?”

“Oh, sorry!” She took a step back and broke the hug, giving Kyoko the opportunity to see and breathe again. “You’ll do great here! The whole wait staff are all friends, and the job is way easier than the last place I was at. The whole kitchen’s automated, and everybody uses tablets to order at the table, so we just have to look good, bring out the drinks, and show off what we got.” She struck a moderately suggestive pose, holding an imaginary serving tray - her unbelievable proportions even more evident as she showed off.

Kyoko looked down at herself, and felt especially self-conscious with her near total lack of a chest.

The tall waitress noticed this, and said “Don’t worry, once you try on your new uniform, you’ll fit right in!”

“Um, I’m not sure I’ll be able to compete with all of you, but I really need this job so I’m just glad I got hired.”

“You have nothing to worry about - I’ll take good care of you. I’m Alice, by the way.”

“Thanks Alice, I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?”

“Yep, I'll be helping you out on your first day. I'm kinda like the mom here.”

The nerdy girl with the huge chest chimed in from across the dining area, “Don't listen to her lies, we all know Hera really runs the show here!”

Alice chirps back, “You’re just mad because you wanted to be taller than me. I kinda wish that would have happened, you’d probably be bouncing that head of yours off of all the light fixtures.”

“Naah, I think you're just jealous that my personality jives with the customers better. My tips always end up better on a busy night.”

“Oh yeah, it’s totally your personality. You’ve got more 'personality’ than all of us put together!”

The girls broke out into laughter and comments, a chaotic mix of in-jokes Kyoto had no chance of following. As the conversation wound down from the peanut gallery, the front door swung open - a bell announcing the first group of customers. A huge party walked in, and the girls immediately sprung into action. “Oh, gotta go! See you tomorrow!” Alice ran bouncingly toward the patrons, and put on her best and bubbliest greeting as Kyoko walked out to the parking lot.

The next morning, after not sleeping especially well, Kyoko readied herself for her first day. She did her best attempt at puffing herself up with a push-up bra and some extra padding, but there was absolutely no chance of matching the other ladies. After some frustration she settled on something comfy instead.

She knocked on the back door of the restaurant, and the manager popped the lock and let her in. “Ok, ready for your first day?”

“Definitely, I’m looking forward to working with the other girls, they seem really nice!”

“Oh good, I’m glad you got to meet them. They’re really great. Anyway, let’s swap you into your uniform and get you used to it.”

“Swap me? That’s a strange way of putting it…”

“Wait, do you not know? I thought everyone knew how we get girls of their.. stature all working here exclusively.”

“Um, I just figured you had very good recruiting, or have some really good health plan for plastic surgery…”

“And you didn’t read the employment contract and waiver?”

“It was like 200 pages, so not really man. This is just a gig at a breastaurant until I get through college, so I wasn’t going to spend the day reading legalese.”

“Well, this definitely isn’t just a ‘breastaurant’. Our company is the sole owner of a patented bio-cybernetic interface system, along with a controlling interest in a tissue engineering and cloning company. Come with me, I’ll show you the uniform unit - it’s down in the basement.”

They headed downstairs, and stopped in front of what resembled a commercial refrigerator from the future, its gleaming gunmetal exterior framing a complicated-looking hatch in the center and a computer console off to one side.

“Here it is, HERA, our massive advantage over all those other guys.” He began to quote from some kind of sales pitch or fact sheet. “The Head Extraction and Reattachment Assembly allows us to standardize our look and branding, along with providing diners an in-person experience that no one else can.”

Kyoko’s face showed a mix of obvious concern, along with disbelief and the tiniest hint of panic as the manager continued.

“Our servers are provided with a disconnection neck collar interface free of charge, a perk we throw in for free by the way, and a loaner body for use during the shift. We also allow our servers to take home the uniform body for their entire employment, while their original body is kept in a managed stasis until they want to swap back. At my restaurant you can also take your original body home and swap as needed if you want.”

“Wait. You said head extraction? What the hell?”

“How else do you think we can get a serving staff like the girls upstairs? How many six foot tall women with 23 inch waists and 42 inch busts do you know off hand? We take the best minds and experience, paired with attractive faces, and connect them with a body that’s perfect, performance enhanced, and optimized to our clients preferences based on millions of points of research data.”

“Um, probably only a few people look like that, I guess. And one of them works here. And I met her yesterday.” Her voice trailed off. “And she was really nice…”

“Exactly. It might take some getting used to, but I think you’ll really appreciate the opportunity. You can take your original body with you after today’s shift, so once you get home you can swap from a body that just worked an eight hour shift into one that’s well rested and ready for the rest of your day. We also provide plenty of uniforms, custom tailored to your specifications. Hell, the disconnect collar alone is probably worth more than this building, and you get to keep that forever.”

She took a step back from the giant machine and the enthusiastic manager in front of her. “This… is all pretty crazy. So your giant scary machine in the basement of a restaurant cuts my head off and sticks it on a lab-grown bimbo body? For a part-time job?”

“The restaurant is basically a front for a research company, so it doesn’t really need to make any money. In fact, did you know that we lose a ton of money on every order of our extra-stacked chili cheese fries? Our finances would make the management from any of our competitors have a heart attack.”

“Your waitresses probably could do that too. Some of those old executives probably have pretty dodgy hearts.”

“Ha! You’re probably right about that one! Maybe we should do a live presentation when we show this stuff off at the next trade show. Maybe take a few of them out preemptively… Anyway, what do you think?”

She hesitated for a moment, and still sensing her unease, the manager continued. “Hey, I know this whole thing sounds scary, but in a couple years every doctor’s office and plastic surgery clinic is going to have one of these machines. We’re looking at selling something like a hundred million spare bodies once we get through the approvals, so why not get in on it early while getting paid?”

Kyoko looked back at the stairway out of there, and back at her new boss and the machine humming next to him. She replied, surprising herself with her willingness to not just run screaming from the basement. “You know, those girls upstairs seemed to really be enjoying themselves, and they are all unbelievably hot. I guess this is one of those all-or-nothing, once in a lifetime kind of things.” She hesitated for a moment, then continued. “So what’s the process like?”

“You just step into the machine, and it handles everything. You’ll wake up in your uniform body in about a half hour and you’ll be ready for your first shift. After the initial installation, you can swap between your old and new body in a few seconds. There’s a button on the collar. Oh, also you’ll be getting the new collar unit upgrade, which has a short-range wireless link, so you should be able to swap bodies without any help.”

She looked down and thought to herself about her options. Either leave here and look for a new job somewhere in the next couple weeks before school starts, or have an unbelievably invasive procedure done to her today from a pretty suspicious machine in a restaurant basement. On the other hand, it's the opportunity to get a possibly life-changing upgrade, a job, and some friends who all have something in common. Slightly unsteadily, she replied. “Um, so you said I get to choose my body?”

“Definitely - we have a few options in storage right now, and I’ll let you look through the catalog and pick. I’ll even let you change your mind later if you want to try out a different one. I’ll show you, just step up to the console.”

She peered into the screen, and the manager helped her navigate the high-tech interface. “Ok, so here’s where you can flip through the current inventory. We have three bodies ready right now, so not a ton to choose from, but I think you’ll like all of them. Once you pick one out, just hit the green button above the screen, and the door will open. All you need to do is step in, and the machine will handle the rest. I have to run upstairs to take care of some stuff, so just meet up with Alice once you've changed.”

“Ok, thanks?” He was already on his way up the stairs, taking two at a time as he quickly ran out of view.

“Well, here goes nothing I guess. What’s the first one?” The screen showed her a high resolution 3d model of a headless body wearing the standard skimpy uniform, the neck topped with the bottom half of the disconnection collar, with a bunch of complicated-looking connectors and ports in the center of the hard cap where the neck ended. “So, this one’s way too tall for me, and has pretty big boobs but basically no ass. meh. “

She clicked the ‘next’ button. “Wow, shortstack. Sheesh.” This model came up to a little under five feet tall even with an average head attached, and had massive hips, thick thighs and a chest that seemed to just barely counterbalance the bubbly ass. “Tempting, but I’m not too sure about being even shorter, and I’d imagine that I’ll have a hell of a time reaching stuff on the shelves. That’s a no. Hopefully the last one is just right.”

“Ok, this seems more reasonable. I wonder what’s the gimmick?” The last body looked to be an average height. The chest, while very large, didn’t seem to be so large as to restrict her work and get in the way. The slightly baggy-looking t-shirt led down to a set of really wide hips and a toned ass crammed into a pair of tight shorts, which continued down to a pair of super long legs and dainty feet. “That’s more like it! I guess it’s that one then. So, just hit the button?”

She poked the glowing green button, and the door popped open with a mechanical clunk and a hiss of the door seal releasing. “Ok, here goes nothing… what the hell am I doing?” She looked around at the insane pinup posters of the top employees of the year festooning the walls of the basement. “Fuck it, let’s see where this takes me.”

She stepped carefully into the tiny space beyond the hatch, a pitch black and densely padded human-shaped space. As her body slotted into the padding, the hatch slammed shut behind her, startling her deeper into the machine. The cushioned space began to press into her with a mechanical rumble, locking her in place everywhere except for her head as the cushions conformed to her body, pressing inward and becoming more tight and rigid against her. Just as Kyoko began to panic, she caught a slightly tropical scent wafting in the air within the box, the last sensation before absolute darkness.

She awoke in a padded rack, gently holding her upright in a tilted but nearly standing position. The door a few inches in front of her cracked open, letting light in and a sliver of a view of the basement, from the other side of the machine. She immediately felt very different, noticing her center of gravity drastically shifted as she reached out to push the door all the way open. Just beyond was a floor length mirror, which she stared into for a moment until realizing that she was looking at herself. “Oh wow, I look awesome!”

She brought her hand up to her neck and felt the hard edge of the collar, where her head ended halfway down her neck and her new body began. She ran a finger part way around the line where her neck ended, slightly shivering at the thought of the machine cutting into her moments ago. She looked at her hands, noticing her body’s skin tone slightly mismatching her original shade, and as she looked down at herself she noticed that she couldn’t see her feet anymore - blocked by the twin spheres of boob jutting out in front of her. “Shit, these are way bigger than I thought from the picture.” She felt herself up a little, surprised and pleased by the sudden stimulation. “These puppies are sensitive too, damn.”

She took a couple tentative steps into the room, only needing to steady herself for the first few and quickly adjusting to her new proportions. She slowly turned in front of the mirror, taking in her new look and checking herself out. “Man, I look fucking amazing. Why the hell did they give me such an oversized shirt though, this thing’s super loose.”

She lifted her hands a little, and pressed inward on the shirt, expecting to immediately hit her new waist. She gasped as her hands kept going though, arriving at her waist and stomach as her fingertips and thumbs nearly touched in the center of an extreme hourglass figure. “Holy shit, I should have looked at the computer a little closer. What the hell? I guess each body has a gimmick…”

She grabbed a handful of shirt from behind her and gathered it tightly, getting rid of the tented fabric and revealing her figure for the first time. Her extra-wide hips gave her a pronounced thigh gap despite her sturdy legs, and the shelf of her hips jutted in drastically to her tiny waist. Her breasts, although large, contrasted with her thin waist and slender rib cage, and as she turned around she noticed that the sides and lower edges of her boobs were visible from the back.

“Man, I look crazy.” She struck a couple poses, still not fully believing what she saw in the mirror. “Oh! I could do some amazing cosplay like this! I probably shouldn’t have any trouble finding a date looking like this too. Or at least finding a fuckbuddy.”

She walked upstairs slowly and carefully, still not fully used to her new body and a little unsteady on her feet. She headed out into the dining area, back toward the girls prep spot.

The nerdy girl from the day before stood in the back, holding up each newly cleaned beer glass to the light and checking for any water spots or fingerprints.

Kyoko walked a few steps closer, and the girl squinted for a moment, a puzzled expression on her face as she tried to figure out who was waving at her. “Oh! Hey!” She set the glass down and walked toward the new girl. “Kyoko, right? You look great!”

“Thanks! I’m still not fully sure I’m not dreaming right now, but I’m glad you like it! I mean me.”

“I’ll go find Alice, she’s supposed to train you. Although it sounds like you basically know what you’re doing, so you’ll probably just need to figure out where stuff is.”

I’m Phoebe, by the way. I run the bar, so pickup’s on the left, and I’ll need help every once in a while to change a keg or stock. Our management is usually pretty good at helping me out, but these puppies get in the way sometimes.” She bounced one of her impressive boobs for a moment, a wave of rippling flesh spreading as they reacquainted themselves with gravity.

“Oh sure thing, I’m glad to help - those have got to be heavy”

“Oh, definitely. I’ve got a pretty strong back, but this body is almost all the way down the alphabet for cup size. If my back starts to hurt, I just head into the break room and have one of the girls pop my head off for a while. Either that or I lay these puppies on the table in there and take a nap. They make great pillows…”

“Sweet! Our new girl’s here!” Kyoko and Phoebe turn to the break room door as Alice approaches, grinning and speed-walking toward the two of them.

“I’m glad you’re here, sounds like it’s gonna be a really busy night. You look amazing too! So, spin around, I want to see how you turned out!”

Kyoko does a quick turn, and strikes a couple poses she remembered from a photoshoot a long time ago. “Damn, work it!”

She ended her tiny fashion show and replied, “Thanks! I was pretty freaked out a little bit ago, but this is actually pretty awesome.”

“Yes! I’m glad you’re on board! Now let’s get you ready for your day. Come with me.”

They walked to the staff break room, a surprisingly-well outfitted space with a pair of couches, a recliner, and a small dining set next to a small refrigerator -microwave-combo. In the corner, a makeup mirror and cabinet brightly lit the space. Alice spoke again. “I happen to be a makeup enthusiast, and this body got me a deal with a cosmetics company, so we get supplies for free. Mind if I do a quick look for you?”

“Oh, that would be awesome! Thanks!”

They made idle chat, getting to know each other a little more as Alice worked. In a matter of moments, her face was subtly nicer looking, a natural look with a little extra to show off her looks.

“Wow, I look really great! I’m gonna need to get some pointers from you on technique - thanks again!”

“Hell yeah, I want us to look our best. We already get a ton of customers after only being open for a short time, and the better we look the faster we take over the world! Or at least the fast-casual sports bar restaurant segment… Speaking of looks, did they give you a shirt that’s too big? It’s a little baggy.”

“I guess they sized it for the chest, and ignored everything else? My proportions aren’t really the friendliest for a t-shirt I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

Kyoko pulls in the fabric from both sides, eliminating the slack and pulling it in under her boobs and against her waist.

“Oh damn, that must be a new body! They said they’d be trying out different uniform bodies. Maybe I should ask about an upgrade. Anyway, I think we can handle this nicely. How about tying it up? A little exposed midriff will definitely do you even more favors with the customers.”

“Oh, good idea.”

The shift went relatively well, word spreading about the place has clearly hit the nearby campus, and they ended up at capacity for nearly the whole shift. The team managed the chaos pretty well, and at the end of the night the tips and sales added up to a job well done.

The manager came out of the office for the last time as the staff finished up the cleanup, and approached Kyoko. “So, first night go well?”

“Definitely. I’m still in shock a little, but I really, really like this body. I look amazing, and the customers clearly liked me. Or at least this version of me.”

“I’m glad you’re fitting in here. Now, a couple big questions - do you want us to swap you back into your original body at the end of shift, store it here, or take both home? We’ll have to sign a little more paperwork for the last two, but it’ll only take a few minutes. Oh, and if you take both home I can help you load it into your car.”

“Um, I guess take both home? Is there anything special I need to know?”

“Just make sure to switch between both every couple days at a minimum, so they stay limber. Also, make sure to have at least one meal a day in each body, we don’t want you starving one of them. If there are any issues, you’ll get a text from corporate if the diagnostics for either body look funny.”

 Loading her original body in the passenger’s seat ended up being actually not nearly as difficult as expected - the collar on the body seemed to provide some responsive control, so Kyoko’s original body wasn’t totally limp and seemed to help a little, if in an uncoordinated and slightly laggy way.

The ride home was a surreal experience, the new proportions of Kyoko’s body feeling different in the otherwise familiar car seat. She reached over to her original body’s leg and gently squeezed it, feeling the sensations and warmth from an outside perspective. “The two of us have got to stick together now, but don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you, other me!”

She managed to bring her body into her apartment without anyone seeing or getting the cops called on her, and she laid her original self down in bed next to where she would normally sleep. She flopped into bed next to her inert body, and decompressed for a moment.

“I wonder…” She reached up and felt around for the disconnection button on her collar, remembering the wireless capability in the new permanent accessory around her neck.

She felt the click deep in her neck, like a particularly satisfying joint cracking, and her head immediately started to roll back on the curve of her pillow. “Oh! She caught herself, and carefully took her head in her hands as she sat up.

She put her head against the pillow, finding a stable position sitting upright on the interface collar. “This is so crazy.”

She took a step or two away, spinning around as she showed her body off to herself in her work uniform. “Damn, I look fucking hot. It’s totally different from this angle. What do you think, original body? No comment? That’s OK.”

She began to remove her uniform, and found herself starting to get turned on by her new and barely familiar body showing off in front of her. “Fuck, I’m really hot. I wonder…”

She removed the last piece of clothing and approached herself, looking up at her new body from the mattress. “You’re a little intimidating from here. Super hot, but head me’s basically helpless. Oh that’s hot too… She climbed into bed, straddling her head and revealing her new intimate parts to herself. “We’re gonna have so much fun together. Damn I love my job.”

She grabbed her head and brought herself into contact with her new body, and got to work on making herself feel really good.