"Just...just call me Jennifer, please. This whole 'Transform or Dare' thing is already weird enough." It was already out of character for Jennifer to not continue being freaked out by the creature calling herself Primia continuing to stand in her bedroom, much less one without any clothes on. But she needed to get some kind of grip on this situation, and for the moment at least this Primia was her best bet on figuring out what exactly Kyle had done to her.
Jennifer moved to reposition herself on her bed, which brought attention to another change to her body. Specifically, her movement seemed to cause a little bit of pain from her chest. Jennifer looked down to see what was going on, and let out a gasp as she saw that her breasts, which had developed rather amply before in puberty, had grown at least another cup size, maybe two. The movement of her body was enough to cause them to heave around on her torso, stretching taut the bra she was wearing so that it felt too tight. There also seemed to be small damp spots in the center of each cup. "What the-"
"Your nectar, my- ...Jennifer," Primia replied, correcting herself.
Jennifer let out a defeated sigh. "Kyle. And...you need it, according to him."
For the first time, Primia seemed hesitant to answer. "...yes. If I and my sisters are deprived of this nectar for too long, we may start to degrade."
"What do you mean 'degrade'? Like, starve and waste away?" That would be one way to solve this problem, wouldn't it?
"It may be physical. Or it may be mental."
"Mental?"
"We may...lose any inhibitions we may have in fulfilling our desire for your nectar. Our reactions may vary between me and my sisters that are coming."
Jennifer did notice that Primia's eyes seemed to focus on her now-oversized chest even as she spoke. Did that mean Primia, who grotesque appearance aside had been actually rather calm and helpful about this whole thing, might just starve? Or become aggressive? Is that something she was willing to risk?