Meanwhile, it had been about a week since Jennifer converted Caroline. In that time, the curse had spread rapidly. Jennifer’s memories had adjusted with the changes - although, unlike the masses of equine futas roaming around now, she was fully aware of all the changes.
To keep herself sane, Jen wrote down what she knew. She sat at her desk, Ling Colt giving her a wonderful blowjob as she began writing. The porn star had happily become one of Jennifer’s many concubines, every horse herm inexplicably unable to find anyone more attractive than Jennifer.
For starters, her entire town had changed. She’d lived in a quiet suburban community called Mapleville. Now, it was called Mareville - and it felt… different. Tailored to the new equine futas. There was a gate to get in - legally, they couldn’t stop non-equines from coming in, but everyone had to be 18 or older, just like a strip club. And yet, as of that day, there were no non-equines in the town of around 1500 people. They all lived in their closed off community, as if it were a cult. And the leader of that cult was undoubtedly Jennifer; even without speaking a rule, she could make them follow it. She’d found that just thinking that the townsfolk should bring any non-equines straight to her had worked.
They all dressed similarly - public nudity and toplessness wasn’t as common as Jen would’ve thought, though outfits exposed far more than what would previously have been acceptable. Not one member of her community walked around without showing off their beautiful bodies; cleavage, underboob, bulges, and more were downright necessities.
The town now had several “pleasure stations”, one nearly on every corner. They were nondescript buildings filled with private stalls, free to the public population of equine futas to milk themselves or fuck a partner as they pleased. There were no supermarkets or bathrooms, as they were unnecessary. Jen’s former high school had disappeared, replaced with some kind of public park, though the small community college campus that had been in town was still there, completely populated by horse herms. Surprisingly enough, the populous had enough self restraint to avoid fucking in public.
Sex clubs, strip clubs, shops selling lingerie, shops selling Jizzmilk, and shops selling the same slutty clothes the equines were wearing lined the streets.
Jennifer moaned as she jizzed, filling Ling’s mouth. Ling swallowed most of it like the professional she was before pulling Jennifer in for a kiss, Jennifer happily accepting part of her own load. Suddenly, Jennifer’s phone buzzed.
Breaking the kiss, she looked at her messages and realized it was from one of her “friends.” A human woman had entered the town, some kind of reporter. Jennifer used the visitors to test her experiments; she’d been able to change some people into what she was thinking when she busted her load in them. She wondered what she’d change about this reporter - make her a stripper, or a French maid, or a horny blonde equine bimbo. Or she could just make her remain a reporter, an equine futa trying to make it in the human world. Jen licked her puffy lips in anticipation.