Gif: FROM BACHELOR TO BABY MAMA

Scene: A nervous young man wearing a suit sits across a desk from an elegant but rather smirky blonde woman.

Blonde Woman: Welcome to Sweet Beginnings, sir. How may I help you today?

Young Man: I saw your ad about how you help singles who want to start a family, and that’s exactly what I need.

Blonde Woman: I see. Well, if you want to settle down and have children, you've come to the right place...

The young man suddenly transforms into a pretty brunette woman, although he doesn't seem to realize it. His suit coat becomes a tight dress with black and white stripes, and his necktie becomes a string of pearls. The Blonde Woman bites her lip, suppressing a giggle.

Blonde Woman: How many children would you like to have?

Young Man: Well... I suppose just one would be enough.

As the man speaks his belly begins to swell, rounding out into a big, plump baby bump. He shifts in his seat, looking uncomfortable, but he still obviously has no clue what's happening to him. The Blonde Woman leans forward, giving him a teasing little smile.

Blonde Woman: Oh, but do you really only want to have one baby? That sounds so lonesome. Why not give your child somebody to play with?

Young Man: Well... If I'm being honest, I suppose maybe I would prefer two kids.

His belly gurgles and doubles in size now, stretching his dress to the limit. He squirms, looking a little pained.

Young Man: Jeez, I guess that burrito I had for lunch isn't agreeing with me.

Blonde Woman: And how might you feel about... three babies?

Young Man: (Taken aback) Three? That might be too many.

Blonde Woman: Ah, but just imagine your home, filled with the laughter of your three precious little darlings! Doesn't that sound wonderful?

The Young Man's chest wobbles and swells, expanding by a cup size.

Young Man: Well... Yeah, deep down, I suppose maybe part of me would kind of like to have three kids.

His belly grows yet again, until he's hugely knocked up. He looks a little out of breath and he takes a tissue from a box on the desk to dab at his now-glistening neck and cheeks.

Young Man: OK, I'm ready to get started. How long will this process take?

The Blonde Woman looks him up and down appraisingly.

Blonde Woman: Oh, I'd say another... four months? (Her eyes linger on his chest as his cleavage fills out a little more.) Maybe three.

Young Man: Really? That long?

The Blonde Woman leans forward, giving him a big, toothy grin. She's loving every moment of this.

Blonde Woman: Oh, I understand, dear... but some things simply can't be rushed.