Finally, he reduces you to a completely mindless sex toy. Literally all you can think about is how to please your master and how good he feels inside of you. Hours go by as you and the rest of his harem serve his every whim and desire. More and more changes are made to you. The sun sets and rises again. Your master isn't there anymore. Some of the other women are going at each other, others desperately searching for your master. Some of the former try to console you with their groping hands, but it isn't the same. You need him, and only him. So you wander off, desperately searching.
Days later, staggering about with hunger and thirst starting to rival your more carnal needs, you find yourself incredibly tired, passing out right in the street.
You wake up to see a young man glancing between you and a phone in his hands. "That should do for now," he says, "feeling a bit more like your old self?"
You remember everything. Well, almost everything. You remember your life before finding that app, your wild night with your housekeeper and your husband-turned-wife, the trip to the beach, and that creep going on a rampage with his own copy of the app. Some of the following changes though you must have been too far gone to even notice until now.
You still have the bunny tail, and ears to match. Your breasts though ended up so large you can't really stand up. All eight of them. The hair hanging down in front of your eyes is hot pink, and your skin is a chestnut brown. As you nod and attempt to answer, an impossibly long tongue falls out of your mouth and you make only a series of suggestive moans.
"Oh, I missed that. One sec..." your apparent rescuer plays with his phone a bit more. "So, you get what this app is, right?"
You nod, replying with a very breathy "yes."
"Far as I can tell, a lot of people have this on their phones these days, and a whole lot of them are uh... let's say 'using it irresponsibly.' So, what I'm trying to do is just, well, find all the obvious uh... victims left lying around, and get people remembering how they used to be. Or that's the plan anyway. I got one with you right away that let me put you to sleep and had a lot of time to fiddle around. Got lucky fixing your memories since, well, you really couldn't think of anything besides sex for a while there. Since you remember now though, what say we try to get you a phone too so we can team up?"