Stop and try to get Tyler to calm down and cover her leaking breasts

Westfield Galleria Food Court, Crescent Bay, at 3:02 PM on Saturday June 14th, 2025.

You reach out and grab Tyler's small shoulders, stopping the group's hasty retreat. "Tyler, listen to me. You need to calm down and cover yourself up."

Tyler blinks up at you with those dark almond eyes, pupils dilated wide. Her breathing is quick and shallow, making her chest heave. More clear liquid seeps through the pink fabric, the wet spots spreading. "Cover up? But why? They feel so good when they're out and—" She giggles, a high-pitched sound that doesn't match the Tyler you've known for years. "Everything feels good. Your hands on my shoulders feel really really good, Danny."

She's not wrong about one thing—you can feel the heat of her skin even through the thin tank top straps. You pull your hands back quickly.

Marcus shifts uncomfortably, adjusting himself. "Dude, the parking garage is way too far. We're gonna get stopped by security before we make it."

Evan's eyes dart around nervously. "There's gotta be somewhere closer. We can't just parade them through the whole mall like this."

"The family bathroom," Derek says suddenly, her voice strained. Even talking seems to affect her—you notice her thighs pressed tightly together, a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead despite the mall's air conditioning. "There's that big private one near the north entrance. Single occupancy, locks from inside."

You nod quickly. "That's perfect. Come on."

Tyler pouts, her full lips forming a perfect little moue. "But I don't wanna go to a bathroom. I wanna—" Her eyes roam over the group, lingering on each of your crotches in turn with an intensity that's deeply unsettling. "I wanna do something else. Something fun."

"Jesus Christ," Marcus mutters. "Is she always gonna be like this?"

"Cover your chest, Tyler," you insist, pulling off your light jacket and draping it over her shoulders. It hangs large on her tiny frame, but when she pulls it closed, it at least hides the wet spots.

She sniffs the collar and lets out a little moan that makes your cock twitch traitorously in your pants. "Mmm, smells like boy."

Derek grabs your arm—her touch sends a visible shudder through her own body. "Let's just GO. I can't—everything feels so fucking intense right now and all these people staring is making it worse."

Or making it better, you think, noticing the flush spreading down her neck and across the exposed tops of her massive breasts.

The five of you move quickly toward the north entrance, Tyler stumbling in her new body, Derek's curves drawing stares from every direction. The family bathroom looms ahead—a blessed refuge of privacy with a thick door and a lock.