Suggest that maybe physical contact could help them feel less overwhelmed

Family bathroom near north entrance, Westfield Galleria, Crescent Bay, at 3:11 PM on Saturday June 14th, 2025.

You clear your throat, trying to sound reasonable. "Look, maybe if we... I don't know, maybe physical contact would help? Like, help you feel less overwhelmed?"

Tyler's eyes light up immediately. "Yes! Oh my god yes, that's exactly what I need!" She hops down from the changing table, her small bare feet slapping against the tile floor. Milk continues to leak steadily from her nipples, leaving a trail of wet spots as she moves toward you. "I need to be touched so bad, Danny. Everything is so tingly and hot and—"

"Wait, hold up," Marcus interrupts, stepping between you and Tyler. He's shaking his head, and there's a conflicted expression on his face—arousal warring with something like concern. "That's not gonna help anything. Look at them. They're not in their right minds."

"I'm totally in my right mind!" Tyler protests, though her giggling and the way she's squeezing her leaking breasts suggests otherwise.

Derek pushes off from the sink, her massive chest heaving. "He's right though. Something is really wrong with us. I can barely think straight and Tyler's acting like... like..."

"Like a total slut," Tyler finishes with another giggle, completely unbothered by the description.

Evan runs both hands through his hair. "This is so fucked. We can't just... I mean, we shouldn't..."

"Yeah, no shit we shouldn't," Marcus agrees. "But we still need to figure out what we're dealing with here." He glances at Derek, then at Tyler, then back at Derek. "Speaking of which, we can't keep calling you Derek. It's weird as hell when you look like... that."

Derek's eyebrows rise. "What, so you want to give me a girl name now?"

"I mean... yeah?" Marcus shrugs. "It's just practical. You're gonna be like this for three days. We can't walk around the mall calling you Derek when you've got tits bigger than your head."

"He's got a point," you admit.

Derek crosses her arms beneath her enormous breasts again, then immediately drops them with a gasp. "Fine. Whatever. What are you thinking?"

Marcus considers, his eyes roaming over Derek's transformed body with obvious appreciation. "You look like... I dunno, something exotic. Mixed, right? Maybe... Amber? Or Jasmine?"

"Jasmine sounds like a stripper name," Evan points out.

"She basically looks like a stripper," Marcus counters, not unkindly.

Derek—Jasmine?—glares at him, but you notice her rubbing her thighs together again. "I hate that you're not wrong."

"What about Reina?" you suggest. "It means queen in Spanish. Fits with the whole... confident vibe."

Derek seems to consider this, her hand drifting unconsciously to touch her long dark hair. "Reina... I guess I could work with that."

"And what about me?" Tyler chirps, bouncing on her toes. The motion makes her breasts jiggle and sends more milk spraying from her nipples. "I need a cute name too!"

Marcus grins. "How about Momo? You know, because you're Japanese-looking and your tits won't stop leaking milk."

"Momo!" Tyler—Momo—squeals with delight, clapping her hands. "I love it! That's so cute!"

Reina shakes her head. "Of course you love it. You love everything right now."

"I do!" Momo agrees happily. "Everything feels amazing!" She looks up at you with those wide dark eyes, biting her lower lip. "Especially looking at you guys. You're all so hot. When did everyone get so hot?"