Janet sat back down at her desk outside Dave's room. She wracked her brain, trying to think of a way to get the pen back. Suddenly she felt something happening to her. She felt a strange urge to go to the bathroom, so she got up and walked across the hall to the women's room. She went into a stall and sat down. She began to pee, and after she finished she stood up and reached to flush the toilet. As she was reaching for the lever she felt a slight tugging in her chest. She shrugged it off as the bra being to tight. She left the bathroom after washing her hands. As she was heading back to her desk she did not notice that she began to sway her hips a little more. She sat down and at first it seemed like the chair was too small for her to sit down in, but she just decided that this body could use a diet. She crossed her legs and went back to thinking about...what had she been thinking about?
'Oh right' she thought. 'the pen.' As she was thinking of how to get it back she got an idea. She just thought of what she could do. She got up from the chair and began to head towards Dave's door, when suddenly she felt the urge to go to the bathroom again. She walked back across the hall to the ladies room. She went inside and strutted to a stall, going in she sat down. As she began to pee she started to feel better and better. Maybe beeing stuck in this body wasn't so bad after all. She grinned as she thought of what she could do to please Dave...wait. Please Dave?
Oh yes, Dave would be all hers. She began to feel a little so she unhooked the bra and hung it on one of the pegs that they keep in stalls. She cupped her chest and pouted her lips. She closed her eyes and it almost felt like her chest was spilling out of her small dainty fingers. She loved the feeling, but she wanted to save it for Dave. She quickly put the bra back on. Funny? It seemed tighter than it was before. But she didn't care right now. She left the bathroom and strutted back to her desk, swaying her hips. She tried to sit down in the chair, but it seemed far to small for her to fit. She sat down anyway and began thinking of all of the ways she could pleasure her master, Dave. As she was thinking about this her clothes seemed to melt and reform into an even skimpier thong and an even more revealing push-up bra. Her feet were encased in 6 inch red heels with straps that went halfway to her knees. She was oblivious to these changes as she thought of how to please Dave.