Their New Mascot (Animal Guinea Pig TF)

It's still a Job, right?

Man to Animal Guinea Pig TF

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Emilia was excited as she finally managed to score her dad, Martin, a nicely paying job after months of him being sad and unemployed.

She had to jump through a few hoops and impersonate him here and there, but it was all worth it, as they were now on their way to the interview. "Are you sure that they don't want you? You did most of the writing there and I don't write things like that..." Martin said while driving. Emilia giggled softly as she just sweetly smiled and told him "Chillax Dad, I know how your generation writes and they are actually looking for someone who can put in the extra mile." Martin just sighed, hoping that she was right. He was grateful that his daughter would help him that much.

As they arrived at the very modern looking office, they were greeted by a nice gentleman behind the reception desk. "Ah, you must be here for the interview. We have already prepared the room and you may just go ahead" he said as he motioned him to the meeting room.

"And the young miss can enjoy our lounge until he is done." Emilia waved goodbye to him and sat down, spotting a candy bar and free drinks. "Don't mind if I do..." she said with childish glee.

Martin was waiting in a rather small but very modern meeting room. Looking around, he saw all kinds of animals doing advertising photoshoots. They even had an elephant promoting Reese's Cups... He couldn't help but chuckle. What kind of company did his daughter get him into? But that thought was quickly gone when a blonde woman with stunning blue eyes introduced herself, shook his hand and sat down. "Welcome, I hope you did not have to wait too long!" she said while smiling at Martin. They talked for half an hour and the woman interviewing him was very happy with what she heard. "...and that is why I think I will be doing very well in this company" Martin finished.

The woman nodded and put a contract in front of him. It was rather thick, counting at least ten pages in very small font. "Oh, I should read the fine print... but I don't have my glasses with—" Martin started, but the woman began to tap her nails on the table. Martin looked up and saw that she probably did not have that much time to deal with him. "On the other hand, you surely are not here to... I don't know... use me as a corporate slave, right?" he said while chuckling nervously. "No, we don't. But if you are not willing to sign, we can—" the woman began, but saw that he put his signature down. "—very good. Another colleague will pick you up shortly and bring you to your daughter. Enjoy your new role. Goodbye." she said before leaving the room.

"Phew, that was... intense..." Martin said while he felt very hot and sweaty. "I hope they have an AC in there, I feel like melting..." he said as he opened his suit. But as he looked down, he noticed that his hands were looking... smaller and fine black hair was starting to sprout. "What the... I need to shave when I get home..." he mumbled as he tried to calm down, ignoring the itching and lightheadedness.

He closed his eyes for a moment, only to feel even stranger. He felt like his clothes were getting loose and his face felt off... He squeezed his eyes shut even more. Was this a panic attack? He wasn't sure, but after a moment, he felt like his clothes were now not that loose and he did not feel as hot anymore. "Squeak" he said calmly as he opened his eyes.

He looked around and almost fainted. He was staring at the Batman boxers he wore that day, with the rest of his clothes piled on top of him, just barely enough light flooding in the opening so he could see. He heard some footsteps approaching and tried to hide, but the giant hands quickly found him. "Don't struggle please, your daughter is waiting for you in the lounge." the man said as he grabbed him, lifting him out of his clothes. When Martin saw who it was, he was shocked... It was the guy from the reception, but he was a giant now.

And he carried him out of the room like he was nothing.

"Young miss? Your father is ready to head home for today. The envelope has his upcoming shootings listed" he said while placing the little guinea pig down in her hands. "What... is going on? Is this a joke?" she said while staring at the little critter in her hands.

"No, your father signed a contract and this is the mascot role that fits him best. Do you need a cage for the ride home?" he said calmly with a smile. Emilia just stared at him, feeling how her dad was moving around in her hand, trying to hide in shame. She was speechless as she left without saying another word.

A month later, her dad had his first shooting. He adapted to being a guinea pig so well and she had never seen him have this much fun in his life. And for Martin, sure... he was nothing more than a guinea pig now, but at least he was making good money. Maybe he could score a gig as big as that elephant one day...