Danni gets reprimanded

You stand abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor. The sound cuts through Robert's continued presentation like a knife.

"Actually, let's pause here." Your voice carries authority you've never felt before. "Danni, this is completely unacceptable."

Danni turns toward you, those enormous doe eyes widening with confusion and fear. Her platinum blonde hair catches the fluorescent light as she takes an instinctive step backward. "I... what?"

"You scheduled this meeting." You gesture at the presentation screen. "You wrote this proposal. And now you can't even explain basic concepts from your own work?" You let the words hang in the air. "This is embarrassing. For you, and for the whole team."

Sarah shifts uncomfortably in her seat. Amanda glances between you and Danni with concern. Robert closes his laptop slowly, clearly uncertain how to respond.

Danni's face flushes deep red. Her hands flutter to her throat, then down to smooth her ill-fitting dress pants over those ****, feminine hips. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today. I promise I know this material, I just—"

"Clearly you don't." You cross your arms. "Maybe you need to spend less time worrying about your appearance and more time actually preparing for important meetings."

The words hit like a physical blow. Danni's mouth opens in shock, her full lips trembling. As she processes the humiliation, you watch the transformation accelerate dramatically. Her breasts swell to F-cups, threatening to burst through the white undershirt completely. Her waist cinches even narrower. Her face becomes breathtakingly beautiful—high cheekbones, perfect button nose, pouty cock-sucking lips.

"I... I didn't..." Her voice is pure feminine breathiness now, climbing toward a Valley Girl lilt. "I worked so hard on this. I swear I did. Why can't I anything?" Tears well in those huge eyes.

"Sit down, Danni," you command. "Robert can finish the presentation. You've wasted enough of everyone's time."

Danni stumbles to an empty chair, those massive hips swaying. She sits heavily, her enormous tits bouncing. She stares at her delicate hands in her lap, looking completely lost.

Beside you, Jessie's breathing has gone ragged again. When you glance at her, she's staring at you with pure hunger, her thighs pressed together. She mouths two words: "That's hot."

Robert clears his throat awkwardly and returns to the presentation, but the dynamic in the room has shifted completely. You've publicly humiliated Danni, and everyone accepted it as normal—as deserved.

Danni sits hunched in her chair, platinum hair falling forward to hide her face as tears streak her cheeks. Her whole body trembles.

You turn to Robert with a casual wave of your hand. "Keep going. We need to get through this material."

Robert nods, though he looks uncomfortable after witnessing your public reprimand of Danni. He clicks to the next slide, his voice slightly shaky as he begins discussing database sharding strategies.

Your hand slides back under the table, finding Jessie's thigh. She parts her legs immediately, eagerly. Your fingers trace up the inside of her leg, feeling the heat radiating from her bare pussy. When you touch her clit, she's absolutely drenched, her arousal coating your fingers instantly.

"Oh fuck," Jessie breathes, barely audible. Her hand grips the edge of the table.

You watch Danni while your fingers work Jessie's pussy. The transformed woman sits hunched in her chair, platinum blonde hair cascading forward like a curtain. Her massive F-cup breasts heave with each shaky breath. Those delicate hands are clasped in her lap, trembling.

As Robert drones on about replication protocols, Danni suddenly gasps. Her head snaps up, those enormous doe eyes going wide. Her lips—full, pouty, made for sucking cock—part in confusion.

"I..." Danni's voice is pure breathless femininity now, high and soft. "My name isn't... I'm not supposed to be..." She looks down at her body, seeing the massive tits straining against the white undershirt, the impossible hourglass figure. "What's happening to me?"

Her hand comes up to touch her face, fingers exploring the delicate features, the smooth skin. When she touches her hair, pulling a strand forward to see the platinum blonde color, she makes a small, frightened sound.

"Something's wrong," Danni whimpers. "Something's really wrong. Why do I look like this? Why can't I ..." Her eyes squeeze shut. "Who am I? I'm Danni. But that's not... that was never..."

Sarah glances over with mild concern. "Danni? Are you feeling okay?"

"No!" Danni's voice cracks. "Don't you see? I'm not... I wasn't always..." But the words won't come. The reality integration field prevents her from articulating what's wrong, even as she clearly knows something catastrophic is happening.

Beside you, Jessie's pussy clenches hard around your fingers. You glance at her and see she's staring at Danni with rapt fascination, lips parted, breathing shallow. She's watching the final moments of someone's consciousness being erased, and it's pushing her toward orgasm.

Danni stands abruptly, her chair scraping back. Those massive hips sway as she stumbles toward the door. "I need to... I have to..." Her voice is dissolving into breathless confusion. "Something's so wrong but I can't... why can't I think?"

Her hand reaches for the door handle, but she stops, staring at her delicate feminine fingers as if she's never seen them before.

You stand, projecting authority. "Okay, we can table this for today. Danni, step outside for a second. I'll talk to you in a moment."

Danni looks up with those enormous doe eyes, mascara-streaked from crying. She nods mutely, standing with visible effort. Those massive F-cup breasts bounce as she moves toward the door, platinum blonde hair swaying. The door clicks shut behind her.

You turn to face the remaining team . "Look, I don't think I'm being unreasonable here. That wasn't a good showing from Danni. I'm demoting her to front desk duties for a month. She'll keep her pay, but I think she needs a brain break." You pause, letting that sink in. "She's still young and has potential, just like Jessie here. Is that fair?"

Sarah closes her laptop slowly, nodding. "I mean... yeah. She really couldn't answer basic questions about her own proposal. That was concerning."

Robert gathers his materials. "Front desk might be good for her. Less technical pressure."

Amanda stands, smoothing her skirt. "As long as she's keeping her salary, seems reasonable. Maybe she's just burned out."

They file out one by one, leaving you alone with Jessie. The door closes with a soft click.

Jessie immediately turns to you, her blue eyes blazing with hunger. "Holy fuck," she breathes. "You just completely rewrote her entire position. Her career. Her identity." She presses her thighs together. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

You can see her nipples hard against the red dress, her breathing shallow.

"Call her in," Jessie whispers. "I want to watch what you do to her."

You walk to the door, opening it. Danni stands in the hallway, looking lost and frightened. Her platinum hair falls around that beautiful, vacant face. Those massive tits strain against the white undershirt.

"Come in, Danni," you say calmly.

She enters hesitantly, her hips swaying with each step. When she sees Jessie sitting there, smiling at her with predatory interest, Danni's face flushes.

"Sit down," you command.

Danni sits across the table from you, her hands folded in her lap. She looks like she might cry again. "Am I... am I in trouble?" Her voice is pure breathless femininity, high and soft.

You lean forward, your elbows resting on the conference table. When you speak, your voice carries gentle disappointment rather than anger.

"Danni, I'm not mad. Just disappointed."

The words hit her like a physical ****. Danni's enormous eyes go wide, her pouty lips trembling. "I... I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice breaking. "I don't know what happened. I really tried."

As she processes your words, you watch the final transformation complete itself. Her face shifts into absolute feminine perfection—delicate bone structure, flawless skin, those cock-sucking lips fuller and glossier. Her platinum blonde hair seems to lighten further, cascading past her shoulders in perfect waves. Her breasts swell one final time, stretching the white undershirt to its absolute limit.

"You aren't losing your job," you continue, keeping your tone measured and kind. "But you are getting front desk duty for a month. We aren't cutting your pay—I just think you need a mental break. You seem burnt out."

"Burnt out," Danni repeats softly, latching onto the explanation like a lifeline. "Yes. That's... that must be what this is." She touches her face with delicate fingers. "I feel so confused. Like I can't think straight."

"Exactly," you say, nodding. "The front desk will be less stressful. No technical work. Just greeting people, answering phones. Something simple while you recover."

Danni nods eagerly, her massive tits bouncing. "Simple. Yes. I think I need simple right now." She blinks those huge doe eyes. "Thank you for understanding. I promise I'll do better at the front desk."

Beside you, Jessie shifts in her chair. When you glance at her, she's staring at Danni with hungry fascination, her thighs pressed together.

"When do I start?" Danni asks, her voice high and breathy. She seems calmer now, accepting the new reality you've constructed for her.

"Tomorrow morning," you tell her. "Take the rest of today to... adjust."

Danni stands, wobbling slightly on her feet. Those **** hips sway as she moves toward the door. She pauses with her hand on the handle, turning back to look at you with genuine gratitude.

"Thank you, Marcus," she says softly. "I really appreciate you giving me another chance."

The door closes behind her, leaving you alone with Jessie. The platinum blonde immediately slides her chair closer to yours, her hand finding your thigh.

"She has no idea," Jessie breathes, her eyes bright with arousal. "No memory of being Derek at all. You completely erased him and she's just... grateful."