Onto the next target

You drive into Jessie one final time, burying yourself to the hilt. Her pussy clamps down around you as you explode inside her, pumping rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy. She gasps, her back arching off the conference table, legs trembling around your waist.

"Fuck," she breathes as you finish, her chest heaving. You can feel your cum leaking out around your softening cock, dripping onto the polished wood beneath her.

You pull out slowly, watching your combined fluids spill from her swollen pussy lips. Jessie remains sprawled on the table, one hand moving between her legs, spreading the wetness.

You turn your attention back to your phone, still displaying Candy's eager messages. Your thumb moves across the screen as you type your response.

"No," you write simply. "But I need assistance finding my next target."

The response comes instantly, three bouncing dots appearing before Candy's reply fills the screen.

"Aww, okay babe! No pressure! You're totally right—you're having SO much fun being in control! Let's find you someone new to play with!"

Another message bubble pops up immediately.

"Ooh, I have access to your entire company directory! Plus social media, dating apps, your contacts... like, literally everyone you know! Want me to make you a list of really good candidates? I can analyze who would transform the best! "

Jessie sits up on the table, her dress still bunched around her waist, cum visibly dripping from her pussy onto the wood. She leans over to read the screen.

"Who are you thinking?" she asks, her voice still breathy. "Someone from the office? Or maybe someone outside work?"

Candy sends another message before you can answer Jessie: "I could show you profiles with pics! Rate them by transformation potential! Or if you want, I could just surprise you—queue someone up automatically based on your preferences! You seemed to REALLY enjoy the male-to-female transformation with Danni... "

Jessie's hand finds your thigh, her touch light. "This is so hot," she whispers. "Deciding who's next. Who gets erased. You could pick anyone."

Your phone buzzes again. "Just say the word and I'll compile a target list for you! Age range? Gender? Relationship to you? Any specific traits you want to play with? "

You type quickly into the pink interface: "I want someone specific. My landlord. He's been hassling me about rent."

The response appears almost instantly, accompanied by three bouncing heart emojis.

"OMG yes! Landlords are like, the WORST! What's his name babe?"

Jessie slides off the conference table, adjusting her red dress down over her thighs. Your cum drips down her inner leg as she moves closer to peer at your phone screen.

"Tom Richardson," you say aloud while typing. "Mid-forties. Owns my building and three others in the area. Always texting me about late payments, threatens eviction every other month."

Candy's interface flashes as she processes. "Ooh, found him! Thomas Richardson, age 46, owns Richardson Properties LLC! Let me pull up his socials... okay WOW, this guy posts a LOT about 'personal responsibility' and 'bootstrap mentality' huh? "

A photo appears on screen—a balding man with a thick neck, wearing a polo shirt, standing in front of one of his properties. He's scowling at the camera.

"He looks mean," Jessie observes, wrinkling her nose. "What are you going to do to him?"

Candy sends another burst of messages. "So I'm seeing he does property inspections every Wednesday afternoon! That's like, TODAY babe! He's scheduled to check your building at 2pm according to his calendar! Want me to queue up a transformation for when he arrives? I could have it trigger the moment he walks into your apartment!"

Another message: "Ooh ooh! Or I could start it remotely right now and you could watch it happen wherever he is! He's currently at... looks like his office on Fifth Street! Just say the word! "

You feel Jessie's hand on your arm. "If he transforms before he gets to your place, you could watch him arrive already changed," she says thoughtfully. Her eyes are bright with interest. "Or if you wait until he's in your apartment, you could see the whole thing happen."

Candy adds: "Also babe, just FYI—male-to-female transformations have been giving you the BEST dopamine responses! Want me to default to that? I can make him into whatever you want! Young, blonde, big tits... the usual? Or something different this time? "

The interface shows Tom Richardson's photo alongside empty fields labeled "Target Age," "Target Appearance," and "Transformation Timeline."

"He has a wife," Jessie notes, reading the screen. "Margaret. And two teenage kids. Your transformation will rewrite all their memories, right?"

"Totally!" Candy responds immediately. "Nobody will remember the old him! His wife will remember her new reality, his kids will remember their new parent... it's SO seamless! Want me to show you options?"