Jenny had spent the last four years indulging herself in hedonism, playing with the Chronovac and the seven girls she kept as part of her harem. They'd been many different things, not just animals. Jenny had worn all seven of them as clothing for a week or so, and right now, Amber was a pair of bright red stockings, her mouth the crotch that was snugged up against Jenny's labia. Jenny had even changed herself a few times, and at the moment had a fox tail and fox ears. She had forgotten the names of all but three, Amber and Chloe and Katie.
The days seemed to bleed into each other, and Jenny had turned the six of her harem that weren't stockings into identical copies of eachother, save their hair color, each one a different color of the rainbow so that she could tell them apart. Chloe's was red. The six of them were standing in front of her, now, almost vacant expressions on their faces as Jenny pondered what to do with them next.
She looked between them, then decided that she should...