You are an executive assistant at a company but an administrative assistant who wants your job seeks to humiliate you in the office. She spikes your desk with pranks like whoopee cushions so that you are put in compromising positions in front of your boss. Everytime you get up from your desk a mysterious whoopee cushion finds it's way into your chair. Your perfect booty farts on the cushion as you gasp in embarrassment. This happens a few times. You tell the office "That is not me!" You wonder who keeps doing this to you. You come back to your seat one more time and this time you inspect yo...

You are an executive assistant at a company but an administrative assistant who wants your job seeks to humiliate you in the office. She spikes your desk with pranks like whoopee cushions so that you are put in compromising positions in front of your boss. Everytime you get up from your desk a mysterious whoopee cushion finds it's way into your chair. Your perfect booty farts on the cushion as you gasp in embarrassment. This happens a few times. You tell the office "That is not me!" You wonder who keeps doing this to you. You come back to your seat one more time and this time you inspect your chair to make sure that there's no more whoopee cushions . The coast is clear. You take a seat but then your pretty pumps fart onto a whoopee cushion that was place under your desk on the floor. "Dam it!" "Who is doing this?" You have to explain to everyone ones again you do not have gas and did not fart. You have a presentation that you need to get ready for and can't afford these distractions. Cut to the presentation. Unfortunately you don't see the yet again whoopee cushion placed and step right on it and fart. "Omg I am so sorry!" You are mortified. This is in front of the entire company. You compose yourself and begin the presentation. As you're looking into the audience you notice your rival staring daggers at you as your eyes meet. You know without a doubt it is her doing this to you. You feel that realization as you struggle through the presentation. Just then your throat begins to tickle and you feel flush. You apologize to the audience and try and struggle through but you start to feel stiff and your words are slowing down. Your legs begin to stiffen and the stiffness is taking over your body as you begin to mutter "Help me!" "Please!" That's right you are turning into a living doll on stage right before the eyes of the entire company. Your rival's final act against you. You know it is her and can not do anything to stop it. You are now no longer an employee but a product of the company.

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