It took a moment to realize just how much had changed from that little edit. Consuela was no longer even standing in the servant's quarters, but a rather lavish bedroom, with a number of... interesting accessories scattered about. Curious, she hit the refresh button. "This powerful woman commands an entire household of submissives." Well, that was certainly quite a step up for a refugee like her who'd been forced to take this housekeeping job to keep from being deported! She liked the sound of it. Before she could alter anything, Tanya arrived to give her that foot rub... wearing the same sort of maid's uniform, which now that she didn't have to wear herself, she admitted was quite ridiculous.
Seeing the normally bitchy and commanding Tanya looking at her with such worship was rather amazing... and quite the turn-on. She pointed her phone at her out of curiosity, pondering how much fun they could have, but what she saw was quite a mood killer. "This worshipful submissive serves the household, along with her two young children." OK that had to change. Immediately. A quick tap changed "young" to "adult" which she assumed would fix that easily enough... but suddenly Tanya was looking a bit old and grey. Consuela considered fixing her age, but that would just get her back where she started, wouldn't it? She hit refresh a few times to see what might help.
Aha! "This eager woman is the mother of Jack and Anna." Just change "mother" to "best friend" and... it worked! Nice young twenty-something over-eager Tanya was now outright licking her toes! She set the phone down a moment and as things escalated, familiarized herself with the various paddles, strap-ons, and handcuffs decorating her new room. Eventually the two were left quivering in a heap, but once she'd calmed down a bit, Tanya remembered what Tamika had explained, and felt a bit guilty. As she understood it, nobody in the house had originally lived this sort of life of luxury, so she was as entitled to it as anyone else, but apparently both the dogs were formally human, and had never done anything to mistreat her if Tammy had been honest. That... needed accounting for, somehow.
She made her way out to the yard, where several sexy maids and a butler were crowded around a very tired Randy, nursing half a dozen newborn puppies. Well, this raised another ethical question of course. If she just made them human again, would the puppies turn human as well? Just... half a dozen newborns screaming away? At least puppies could be put up for adoption... and she might somehow erase them altogether. What did the phone have for this one?
"This bitch just birthed a new litter." No.
"This puppy is only a few hours old." Not much to do there.
"This puppy was just born to Randy the dog." OK, that was something. but someone still had to be the mother. Tanya had always been enough of a bitch it might be fitting, but... she was feeling a bit sympathetic after having her way with her the past hour. Tamika was always kind to her. Tammy had taken a risk asking for her help. The kids were quite innocent. It really was a shame there wasn't another dog. That just left Mr. Rivers. Well. He WAS the one who'd decided on those ridiculous uniforms, and insisted on a live-in staff. And assigned her such cramped quarters. It wouldn't be fair to make it permanent, but until she found a normal dog.... "Randy" to "Brett" it was. Sure enough, the nursing dog changed to a collie, with the german shepherd she'd been looking it playing across the yard. Now to fix that.
There'd been some warning about making too many changes, so she should really try to kill two birds with one stone. Using the app on herself, she searched through quite a few options before reaching "This woman owns two German shepherds and a collie." She almost switched "shepherds" to "humans" but well, these all being her personal harem of submissive sex slaves, there was the issue that she'd never been particularly fond of men. So rather than "humans," she went with "women."
She was a little surprised to see Bart and Randy still wearing dog collars... and nothing else, but they were at least human, again apparently, with rather impressive figures and curly gold locks. Could have passed for twins. The only problem is they were still running about on all fours with their tongues lolling out, looking more than a little confused. Consuela wasn't sure why that was. Maybe something about those awareness/acceptance settings she'd been told not to change?