Both the jobs looked interesting, but Susan couldn't decide. She put the paper down in order to have a think, and a snack. As she did, one small ad caught her eye - she saw the word "FAT" in capital letters.
Susan picked the paper back up and looked at the advert more closely:
"WANTED: Are you FAT but confident? We need someone urgently with reception/secretarial experience who is proud of their FAT body. Full details at interview."
This intriguing opening was followed by an address in the center of town, and the time and date to attend. Susan realized that the interviews were taking place in just a couple of hours. "All the better", she thought, "the paper's only just come out, so that will cut down the number of applicants".
Susan decided immediately that she would attend the interview, and find out more about this mysterious position. After all, she was pretty fat, and was completely unconcerned about her weight gain over the past few years. She opened a super-size bag of potato chips and took them upstairs, while she searched her closet for the perfect outfit.
Without knowing much about the job, it was difficult to know what to wear to interview. She tried on a casual summer dress. It really showed off her cleavage, but she discarded it as too informal. Next, she tried an old business suit. It was years old, back from last time she'd had a regular job. The jacket wouldn't come near closing, and the skirt wouldn't fit over her ass. Wow, she really had gained a lot of weight. She looked at herself in the mirror, in her underwear, and thought that she was happy with her flabby stomach, bulging breasts and plump ass. Yes, this would be the job for her, provided she could find the right outfit. She shoveled chips into her mouth, and continued scanning her clothes.
The requirement, in her mind, for something formal, which still fitted, ruled out most of her outfits. Eventually, she located a black evening gown, which she'd bought for a party the previous summer. She tried it on, and was delighted to see that it still fitted. Just. In the past year, she must have put on at least twenty pounds, maybe thirty. From being fairly loose, it now clung to her every curve, showing off the lines of her bulging stomach and ass, and revealing far more of her breasts than it was designed to. Still, it would certainly make an impression, and demonstrate that she was fat and confident at the interview. Shame she couldn't wear a bra with it.
Susan did a twirl, for no particular reason, and was surprised that she was slightly out of breath from the effort. She sat on the bed and had another handful of chips, then looked at the time. God, it had flown by! Only briefly pausing to tidy her hair and apply some make-up, she hurried downstairs and drove to the address listed for the interview. By the time she'd parked up, she was five minutes late, so she raced into the building at top speed, failing to notice the name plate by the door, which read:
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