Try to calm both of them down and get more information about what they're experiencing

Family bathroom near north entrance, Westfield Galleria, Crescent Bay, at 3:08 PM on Saturday June 14th, 2025.

You hold up both hands, trying to project calm despite the chaos. "Okay, everyone just take a breath. We need to understand what's happening to you two."

Derek leans against the sink, her breathing ragged. Those massive K-cups rise and fall with each breath, straining against the inadequate crop top. "What's happening is I've got tits the size of watermelons and I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my fucking skin," she snaps. But her hand is still pressed between her thighs, rubbing almost unconsciously through the denim shorts. "Everything is so... sensitive. Like, insanely sensitive. Even the air on my skin feels like—" She cuts herself off with a shudder.

Tyler has moved to the changing table and hoisted herself up to sit on it, legs swinging. More clear fluid drips from her nipples, creating a small puddle on the pink fabric. "I feel really good," she says with that ditzy giggle. "Like, everything is tingly and warm and I just wanna... I dunno what I wanna do but I wanna do it really bad." Her eyes roam over the three of you standing there. "You guys all look really good too. Has Marcus always had such nice arms? And Evan, your jawline is like, super hot."

"Jesus," Evan mutters, looking away uncomfortably. But you notice his hand drift down to adjust the obvious bulge in his pants.

Marcus steps closer to Derek, his eyes locked on her curves. "What do you mean sensitive? Like, painful?"

"No, not painful," Derek admits, and there's a strange quality to her voice now—breathy, almost needy. "It feels good. Too good. When people were staring at me out there, it made me feel... I wanted them to keep looking. And now with all of you here, watching me, it's making it worse." She squeezes her thighs together harder. "There's this ache. Like I'm empty and I need to be filled up with something."

Tyler nods enthusiastically, her small body bouncing on the changing table. "Yes! Exactly! I feel empty too, but like... in my mouth?" She touches her lips with one finger, sucking it slightly before pulling it out with a wet pop. "I have this crazy urge to put something in my mouth. Something big and hard and—" She giggles again. "Why do I keep thinking about that?"

"Because the machine fucked with your head," you say, trying to stay focused. "Tyler, you said you saw a countdown. How long was yours?"

Tyler's face scrunches up adorably as she tries to remember. Thinking seems difficult for her now. "Um... it said... sixty? Sixty minutes? I think? My brain is all fuzzy."

"An hour," Evan confirms. "So you'll change back in less than an hour."

"But I don't wanna change back yet," Tyler whines, cupping her leaking breasts and squeezing. Milk sprays from her nipples, soaking through the tank top completely. She gasps, eyes rolling back slightly. "Oh fuck, that felt amazing. You guys, touching my boobs feels so good it's crazy."

Derek is staring at Tyler's display with a mixture of horror and... something else. Her pupils are dilated, her breathing quick. "This is so fucked up. We're so fucked up right now."

Marcus hasn't taken his eyes off the two transformed girls. "So let me get this straight. Derek's got three days like this. Tyler's got an hour. And both of you are feeling... what, horny?"

"It's not just horny," Derek protests, though her hand keeps rubbing between her legs. "It's like I'm being driven crazy. Every second it gets worse. And you guys standing there with your dicks hard isn't helping!"

She's right—all three of you are visibly aroused, erections straining against your pants. Your own cock, thick and heavy, presses uncomfortably against your zipper.