Push Marcus specifically, sensing he's closest to volunteering. "Come on, Marcus. Don't be a pussy. You know you want to see what happens."

Westfield Galleria food court, unknown city, at 2:59 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

You lock eyes with Marcus and put on that winning smile that's gotten you out of detentions and into girls' pants more times than you can count. "Come on, Marcus. Don't be a pussy. You know you want to see what happens."

Marcus shifts his stance, his gaze flicking between you and the machine. You can see the exact moment his resolve cracks. "Fuck it," he mutters, running a hand through his dark hair. "If Evan survived it, I can handle whatever it throws at me."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Tyler whoops, clapping his hands together.

Behind you, Evan whimpers again, her breathing ragged and shallow. "It's not about surviving," she pants, her voice thick with need. "It's about—oh god—it's about how everything feels so fucking intense I can barely think straight!" Her hands are roaming over her body constantly now, like she can't help herself. When her fingers brush over her stiff nipples through that thin pink fabric, she actually moans out loud.

Marcus swallows hard, staring at Evan's transformed body one more time. "Okay. Okay, I'm doing this." He steps toward the machine with determination, though you notice his hands trembling slightly as he reaches for the door handle.

The door hisses open again, revealing that purple-lit interior chamber. Marcus glances back at your group one final time. "If I come out looking like some ugly chick, I'm kicking all your asses."

"You'll be fine, dude," Derek assures him with a grin.

Marcus steps inside. The door seals shut behind him with that same definitive click you heard with Evan.

Almost immediately, the machine roars to life again—neon signs blazing brighter, that musical hum rising in pitch and volume. The whole thing vibrates hard enough that you can feel it through the food court floor. Through the tinted glass, you can see Marcus's silhouette warping and shifting, his body contorting in ways that shouldn't be possible.

"Holy shit, here we go again," Tyler breathes, his eyes wide.

Evan staggers closer to you, her new body swaying unsteadily on those thick thighs. "Chad," she whimpers, pressing herself against your side. The contact makes her gasp sharply, and you can feel the heat radiating off her skin. "I need—I don't know what I need but I need something!" Her hand grabs your forearm desperately, and even through your sleeve you can feel how her fingers tremble.

The wet spot between her legs has spread dramatically, dark denim clinging to what you know must be an absolutely soaked pussy underneath. Her nipples are so hard they look like they might tear through the fabric of that crop top.

The machine's light show peaks, then abruptly cuts out. Silence falls again. The door clicks open.

What emerges this time makes your jaw actually drop.