Let Jessie in on the fun

(Author's note: Apparently, Jessie is not aware of the changes, so we are gonna fix that...)

Your fingers slide back between Jessie's thighs, finding her still soaking wet from her previous orgasm. She parts her legs immediately, leaning back slightly in her chair as you push two fingers inside her. Her pussy clenches around you, still sensitive, and she lets out a barely audible whimper.

With your free hand, you pull out your phone beneath the table, opening the app. Candy's interface springs to life, that hot pink mascot winking at you.

"Hey babe! " Her text appears instantly. "Ooh, are we having fun with Jessie during the meeting? So naughty! "

You type quickly with your thumb: "Make Jessie aware of what's happening to Derek. Let her see the transformation."

There's a pause—longer than usual. Then: "Ooooh, that's like, super interesting! You want her to see reality shifting in real-time? That's gonna be SO hot for her! Just remember, once she sees it, she can't unsee it, mkay? Processing now!"

Beside you, Jessie stiffens suddenly. Her eyes go wide, fixed on Derek standing by the window. Her mouth opens slightly, breath catching.

"Oh my god," she whispers, so quietly only you can hear. "His... his chest. It's... growing. Right now. I can see it happening."

You curl your fingers inside her, watching her face as the reality filter drops away for her. Derek's breasts swell visibly larger as Robert continues his presentation, the white undershirt straining impossibly tight. His waist narrows further, hips flaring wider.

"He's... he's turning into a woman," Jessie breathes, her voice trembling. Her pussy spasms around your fingers. "Right there. In front of everyone. And nobody else sees it. Why doesn't anyone else see it?"

She turns to look at you, her blue eyes wide and glazed. "You're doing this. The app. You're transforming him." It's not a question. Her thighs spread wider, grinding against your hand. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, that's so hot."

Derek shifts his weight, tucking honey-blonde hair behind his ear with delicate fingers. His movements are completely feminine now, unconsciously graceful. When he speaks up to add something to Robert's explanation, his voice comes out breathy and high-pitched.

"I just wanted to add that the... um..." Derek trails off, touching his throat in confusion.

Jessie watches him, transfixed, her breathing shallow and rapid. "His voice," she whispers. "It's changing too. Everything is changing." Her hand grips your wrist beneath the table, holding your fingers inside her as she rocks against them. "Please don't stop. Either of you. I want to watch him become her."

Your fingers pump steadily inside Jessie's dripping cunt as you lean closer to her, your voice barely a whisper. "What do you want to see happen to him?"

Jessie's breath hitches, her thighs trembling as she watches Derek adjust his posture by the window. "I want..." She swallows hard, her pussy clenching around your fingers. "I want to see him become completely female. All the way. No more pretending he's still a guy." Her voice drops even lower, tinged with **** arousal. "I want to watch his dick disappear. I want to see him realize what's happening. I want—" She cuts herself off with a gasp as you curl your fingers against her g-spot.

You withdraw your hand slowly, wiping your fingers on the inside of her thigh before sitting up straighter. Robert is still presenting, gesturing at a complex diagram. You wait for the right moment.

"Robert," you interrupt smoothly, "that's a good overview, but Derek—could you explain how the connection pooling interacts with the transaction management? I think there might be some edge cases Robert didn't cover."

Robert steps aside, looking at Derek expectantly. Derek pushes off from the wall, those wide hips swaying as he approaches the presentation screen. His enormous breasts bounce with each step, the white undershirt now obscenely tight. He tucks honey-blonde hair behind his ear—a completely **** feminine gesture.

"Um, the connection pooling..." Derek's voice is high and breathy now, unmistakably feminine. He blinks those large doe eyes at the screen. "It would need to... the transactions would interface with..." His delicate hands gesture vaguely. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I wrote all this. Why can't I remember?"

Beside you, Jessie inhales sharply. You glance at her and see her biting her glossy lower lip, eyes wide and hungry as she watches Derek's confusion. Her hand slides between her own thighs under the table.

Derek's face flushes with frustration. As he struggles to form words, you watch the acceleration kick in hard. His breasts swell massively, the undershirt riding up to expose a flat, toned midriff. His waist cinches impossibly narrow. His hips flare wider, straining the seams of his dress pants. His hair cascades down past his shoulder blades, platinum blonde now, catching the morning light.

"I don't... I can't..." Derek's voice cracks into an almost girlish tone. He looks genuinely distressed, touching his face with trembling fingers. "Something feels wrong. Does anyone else feel weird today?"

Sarah, Robert, and Amanda exchange glances but say nothing. To them, everything appears normal.

Jessie's breathing has gone ragged. Under the table, you can hear the wet sounds of her fingers working frantically in her own pussy.