Dave thinks about changing Jenny. He was still mad about her earlier prank and decided to mess with her apparel. First wanting to be able to see her, Dave wrote, 'the walls of my office are one way glass, so I can see out but no one can see in.' As soon as he placed the period, the walls of his new office appeared to fade away, but we're really just becoming glass. He then wrote 'Jenny's cubicle and Frank's cubicle will switch.' Frank's decorations, as well as Frank himself, were replaced by Jenny and her things. Now Dave had a front row seat to his next change.
'Jenny will stand up and face me, then her clothes will disappear and she will only be covered by a single post-it note over her pussy. This will not only be what she wears at work, but also what she wears in general. She will be less affected by weather conditions, and her feet will not be harmed by stepping on anything.' As soon as Dave finished, Jenny's clothes vanished, leaving only a pale yellow square of paper adhered to her pubic hair. Jenny then left for the water cooler, breasts and ass on show for all.
Dave wanted to keep screwing with Jenny, so he decided to write, 'Jenny has no bowel control. In one hour, jenny produces 5 times the amount of shit that a normal person produces in a day. Once every week, Trisha (one of the people that laughed the most when he got pranked) will swallow every last piece of Jenny's shit in the building against her will. Nither Trisha nor anyone else will try to defend her or stop her from being forced to eat shit. Jenny will make no move to stop shitting everywhere, and will not even enter a toilet stall, but she can still enter bathrooms and even use urinals - to shit in, of course. Trisha will only wear a French maid outfit with Shit Control emblazoned on the back and on the left breast. Trisha's cleaning day is Friday. Jenny often works weekends and overtime.'
Lots of changes happened. First of all, Trisha, who had been walking past Dave's office, was suddenly wearing the exact outfit he had described. Jenny walked back to her cube with a log pushing out of her bare behind and landing in the entrance to her cubicle. He looked at his calendar, saw it was Friday, and watched as the same frank that Jenny had traded cubicles with was now dragging a struggling Trisha over to Jenny's cubicle, pointed at the log in the entrance, shouted something, slapped Trisha across the face when she seemed to refuse and then she bent down, picked up the warm turd and, tears running down her cheeks, bit into it.
Trisha had just finished the log and was glad to be done, but was horrified as a loud fart from jenny signalled another assignment for her.
Dave meanwhile, was watching this with a grin on his face and two very large cocks rubbing against each other, out from under his skirt. He was glad his last second addition - that Trisha would not think it is normal, be powerless to do anything about it, and never be able to get used to having to wear the outfit or eat Jenny's shit.