Girl Failure

Your fingers curl inside Jessie as you lean forward again, voice steady and professional. "Derek, one more thing—what's your strategy for handling the transaction rollback procedures if the migration encounters errors midway through? Are you implementing two-phase commit protocols?"

Derek's face goes pale, then flushed. His eyes—noticeably larger now, framed by lengthening lashes—blink rapidly. "The transaction... the rollback would..." His voice cracks higher, almost girlish. He clears his throat, hand coming up to touch his neck as if surprised by the sound. "I mean, we'd need to... um..."

He trails off completely, staring at his notes like they're written in a foreign language. His chest heaves with a frustrated breath, and you watch as his breasts swell visibly larger, straining the remaining buttons of his dress shirt. Another button pops, then another, revealing the white undershirt stretched obscenely tight over what must be D-cups now. His narrow shoulders and slim arms make the breasts look almost cartoonishly large.

"I'm sorry," Derek says, his voice climbing into an unmistakably feminine register, breathy and uncertain. "I don't know why I'm blanking so hard today. This is all in my documentation, I just..." He runs his fingers through his hair—a unconsciously feminine gesture—and you see the strands have grown past his shoulders now, lightening to a honey blonde shade. "Can someone else maybe explain the rollback protocols while I find my notes?"

Beside you, Jessie lets out a tiny, **** whimper. Her thighs clamp around your hand as she rocks subtly against your fingers, her pussy clenching rhythmically. Under the table, completely hidden, she's trembling with barely-contained arousal. When you glance at her face, her eyes are glazed, lips parted, breathing shallow. She's watching Derek with rapt fascination, watching him feminize in real-time, and it's making her dripping wet.

Robert speaks up, adjusting his glasses. "I can cover the rollback strategy if you want, Derek. No problem."

Derek nods gratefully, stepping back from the presentation screen. As he moves, his gait has changed entirely—hips swaying, steps dainty in his now-loose pants. His face has softened dramatically: delicate cheekbones, a small upturned nose, plump glossy lips, large doe eyes. He looks like a confused, busty blonde woman wearing men's business clothes that don't fit anymore.

The clock reads 10:06am. Sarah, Robert, and Amanda see nothing unusual.

Robert steps forward to take over the presentation, clicking through Derek's slides while explaining the rollback protocols. Derek retreats to lean against the wall near the window, looking flustered and confused, running his delicate fingers through his honey-blonde hair.

You let the presentation continue for a moment, your fingers still buried in Jessie's dripping pussy. She's trembling beside you, thighs spread under the table, her breathing shallow and controlled. When you glance at her, her eyes are still fixed on Derek—watching him stand there looking lost and feminine, his large breasts straining against his undershirt, his narrow waist and wide hips creating an hourglass silhouette even in his ill-fitting men's clothes.

You curve your fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her walls clench around you. She lets out the softest gasp, barely audible. Her hand grips the edge of the table.

"So the two-phase commit would involve..." Robert continues, gesturing at the screen.

You hook your fingers deliberately, applying firm pressure in a come-hither motion while your thumb finds her clit. Jessie's entire body goes rigid. Her pussy spasms around your fingers, soaking them as she starts to cum. Her mouth opens in what would be a moan, but you lean back in your chair with exaggerated casualness, letting out a long, theatrical yawn.

"Sorry," you say, covering your mouth with your free hand while your other hand works relentlessly inside Jessie. "Didn't sleep well last night."

Sarah glances at you briefly, then back at Robert's presentation.

Jessie's yawn comes out as a strangled sound, her face flushing deep red as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around your fingers, her thighs trembling, her breathing hitching in tiny gasps that she tries desperately to control. Under the table, you feel her squirt against your palm, hot fluid soaking your hand and dripping onto the leather chair beneath her. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, her glossy lips parted.

When she opens her eyes again, they're glazed and unfocused. She's still staring at Derek, watching him lean against the wall looking confused and feminine, and you realize she's associating the transformation she's witnessing with the most intense pleasure she's ever felt.

Robert continues explaining the technical details. Amanda nods along, taking notes. Derek stands by the window, looking increasingly lost, his feminine features caught in the morning light streaming through the glass.

You slowly withdraw your fingers from Jessie's pussy, feeling her shudder at the loss. Your hand is soaked. She sits there trembling, aftershocks still running through her body, her red dress clinging to her curves.

The clock reads 10:08am. Derek has been transforming for twenty-four minutes.