Suggest finding somewhere more private before anyone else sees what's happening.

Westfield Galleria Food Court, Crescent Bay, at 2:59 PM on Saturday June 14th, 2025.

You glance around nervously at the food court, suddenly hyperaware of the scattered shoppers and the employees behind their counters. "We need to get somewhere more private before someone sees what's happening," you say urgently.

The figure stepping out of the machine is Tyler—or was Tyler. She's tiny now, barely over five feet, with a petite frame that somehow manages to pack serious curves. Perky D-cup breasts push against a pink spaghetti-strap tank top with no bra underneath, her nipples clearly visible as dark circles beneath the thin fabric. A black pleated mini-skirt shows off pale, smooth thighs that lead down to small feet. Her face is delicate and Asian—Japanese or Korean features with almond-shaped dark brown eyes, a small nose, and pouty lips. Straight black hair falls to her shoulders with blunt-cut bangs framing her forehead.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD!" Tyler's voice comes out high and breathy, almost squeaky. She looks down at herself, grabbing her new breasts with both hands and squeezing. "I have BOOBS! Look at these!" She jiggles them enthusiastically, seeming more excited than panicked. "They're so bouncy!"

"Tyler, dude, focus," Evan hisses, looking around nervously. "Daniel's right, we gotta move."

But Tyler isn't listening. Her hands roam over her new body, touching her flat stomach, her curvy hips, squeezing her ass through the short skirt. "Everything feels so... tingly. Like, really really good." She bites her lower lip, and you notice a wet spot forming on the front of her tank top, right over her left nipple.

Marcus notices it too. "Yo, are you... leaking?"

Tyler looks down and gasps as twin dark circles spread across the pink fabric. "What the—my boobs are leaking!" She presses her hands to her chest, but clear fluid seeps between her fingers. "Why are my boobs leaking?!"

Derek staggers forward, still adjusting to her own transformed body. Every step makes her massive tits bounce heavily. "We need to GO. Now. Before mall security shows up asking questions."

"The parking garage," you suggest quickly. "My car's on level three. It's pretty empty up there."

Marcus nods rapidly, his eyes darting between the two transformed girls. You can see the obvious bulge in his jeans now, and you're acutely aware of your own cock hardening in your pants—something that happens embarrassingly easily. "Yeah, good call. Let's move."

"But I wanna look at myself more!" Tyler whines, still groping her leaking breasts. "And everything feels so weird and tingly and I can't stop thinking about—" She trails off, her cheeks flushing pink.

Evan grabs her arm gently. "Come on, Tyler. We'll figure it out in the car."

The five of you start moving quickly toward the escalators, trying not to draw attention. But it's nearly impossible—Derek's body is a pornographic fantasy made flesh, her huge tits swaying with each step, underboob showing beneath that inadequate crop top. Tyler's leaking breasts have left visible wet spots that make the tank top nearly transparent. Several shoppers do double-takes. A teenage guy walking past nearly trips over his own feet staring at Derek's ass.

"This is so fucked," Derek mutters, but you notice her hips sway more as people stare. Some part of her seems to be... enjoying the attention?