Jenny wondered what it must feel like for Chloe when she came on the horsegirl's face, lewdly grinding herself over the girl's nose a few times before extracting herself, pointing at Kris, then to the pair of horsegirls still in their position. "Your turn," Jenny said as she sat her laptop down nearby, and checked over what powers she'd given herself; transform others at will, all options; transform self, only animate and sentient; total obedience to commands given. . .Jenny probed through a few more of the settings, before wiggling her toes in her boots, then modifying herself. "I hope you two like this," she said down to her feet.
Within moments the leather became flesh and furred in a vixen's coloration as the boot-girls slowly merged with Jenny's lower legs, stretching up to the calves as boots became digitigrade footpaws. The paws themselves were large, disproportionate to Jenny's body. She'd roughly guessed that the nerve endings that had led to the bootgirls' clitorises were roughly near the middle of her large pads, so that with each step, they'd grow more and more aroused, yet have no release.
She then cradled her laptop in the crook of one arm, then began to pad slowly through the motionless girls, selecting a single blond, brunette, redhead, and black haired victim. She woke them from their frozen moment all at once with a snap of her fingers, then commanded, "You will get on all fours, not speak, and follow me."
Immediately, before any of the four hopefuls to become Miss County could get anything out but a stuttered protest, they dropped down onto their hands and knees, and crawled to Jenny's side, looking up at her with a mix of fear and uncertainty. Jenny led them upstairs to the master bedroom, changing the decor to something much more comfortable for Jenny. Instead of a bed, she had a very large, round pillow, dark carpeting and minimal lighting.
With the four of them surrounding Jenny on the large cushion, unable to move from their canine stance, she leaned in and whispered to the brunette, "I'm going to turn you into my bitch. You're only going to make dog noises from now on, any time you try to talk. You're going to start panting, and you very, very much feel compelled to lick my paws, pussy, and asshole. Your new name is 'Dog.'" With that, she kissed Dog's lips quickly, parting them with her own and sliding her tongue into the soon-to-be doggirl's mouth. kickstarting her transformation.
Three new pairs of nipples formed beneath her breasts, barely raised. Her feet and hands became paws, the feet digitigrade, and the hand paws thumbless, fur spreading from her feet up to her thighs, and from her handpaws up to her shoulders. A very hound-like nose pressed outwards from Dog's face, quickly becoming a muzzle, while her ears had grown long, floppy, and covered with fur the same color as her hair, similar to her legs and arms, and soon a whip-like tail pushed its way out.
Jenny leaned in to seal the transformation with another kiss and greedy, sloppy exploration of Dog's new tongue as the rest of her fur grew in, a brown and white pattern with a few distinctive oval splotches. Jenny pulled her head back, studying Dog sternly. "Speak, Dog."
Dog sat up slightly. "Woof! RRruff! RuFfrrruff!" Her face was mortified, and remained so when she found herself with her mouth open, tongue hanging out while looking expectantly at Jenny, who leaned over and pet her. "Good girl."