“Oo-kay…” Harper stopped focusing on his transformation, “That should do ’er.” He glanced behind him at the floor mirror he was using to track his progress, and frowned slightly. Closing his eyes once more, Harper widened his stance to allow the influx of softening, jiggling fat to round out his backside to truly insane proportions. “NOW we’re good.”

Job hunting’s never a pleasant experience, only becoming more stressful in recent times, a fact Harper was smack-dab in the middle of. He was in the running for a prestigious internship at one of the top companies in the country, the type of internship that not just promised to grant new, exciting, and importantly lucrative opportunities, but practically guaranteed them. Harper’s resumé was immaculate: a good school under his belt with the grades to back it up, more extracurriculars than anyone would ever be expected to participate in, and he maintained positive relationships with some solid references. Problem was, the same could be said regarding the others being considered for the position, one of whom had a personal in with one of the company’s higher-ups. If Harper really wanted that internship, he’d need a leg up. And as a shapeshifter, he had the perfect ace up his sleeve to get ahead. Harper was never one to shy away from using his powers, but he had only used them recreationally, not in his academic or professional life: play a prank on his friends, get into clubs easier and without the cover charge, times like that. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and with a gender-neutral name, recruiters may be a little confused, at first, but they should be none the wiser when Harper arrives a little more...bodacious than expected. They wouldn’t WANT to look into thing deeper, anyway; he went all-out with the female persona he would be adopting for his new job. “The buttoned-up schoolgirl.” A little cliché, but most men’s cerebral thought tended to melt away with curves this kicking. Harper’s skirt was little more than a belt at this point, and he wasn’t even sure if he was done filling out!   

Would the company be hiring based on looks alone? Of course not. But, the shapechanger knew more than anyone that a pretty face only helps you get through the door...as well as a titanic ass that weighed more than the rest of his feminized self. Well, perhaps not literally: if Harper went any bigger (and he was tempted to), there was a very real chance that his squishy thighs and expansive hips could cause him to get stuck in the doorway before he could even enter the building…