"Oh, yes!" Abby began to moan, rubbing her breasts. Her large, sopping breasts rested on her swollen abdomen. They began to rise, as an identical pair of brown, dark nipples began to grow from underneath them. "Oh, thank you, goddess!" Her cries of pleasure continued as her lower pair of breasts swelled with the mare mother's milk. She began tweaking her nipples, currently erect and larger than human thumbs. Milk began to leak from them and, in response, her sexual juices began to flow from her pussy at a rate not unlike Jen's ejaculation from earlier. The overwhelming stench of sex filled the room, arousing Abyssinia even more. After she could no longer take anymore, Abyssinia released one final burst of juices and collapsed, breasts still leaking milk.
Jen smiled. She knew that her old, weak human self would have found all of this absolutely repulsive. But she was more than human now. Kyle probably thought that he would earn his revenge by turning Jennifer into an abomination, but that would only have worked if Jen hadn't been enjoying it. She still wanted to get revenge on the boy who cursed her, but her desire had changed to an urge for assimilation. Out of all the humans she wanted to transform (which included all humans on Earth), she wanted Kyle the most to join her. It was the only way she could thank the one who ultimately made her the way she is. She had not yet thought of an adequate name to replace her old human one, one of the last vestiges of her old life. She needed one fitting of a goddess like herself, and needed some time to mull it over.
"Now, time to get down to business," said Jen. She grabbed Abyssinia and lifted her up. She carried her to the farmhouse's kitchen, setting her up against the wall. "Abyssinia. Wake up, sister." Jen tapped the sleeping mare's snout to wake her up. Abby slowly reopened her eyes. "Goddess? Is it time to fuck again? Or milk?" Jen chuckled. "No, my love. We need to decide how we will change the humans. They will run in fear if they see us and won't be able to enjoy our milk." Abby, still dazed, said nothing. Jen figured that she should turn to other methods to increase their numbers. "Are there any other horses on this farm?" Abby shook her head. "No. We have some cows, but he..." Abby looked at the she-stallion, who had sat down in the opposite corner of the room. "She was the only horse." Jen thought of changing the cows, but the curse would require her to take the time to transform every one of them. In her current form, it was not clear what the result would be. Human-horse-cow hybrids? No, it would be too complex. The time it would take would also be unnecessary. Out of respect for what were essentially her fellow livestock, she decided that, when she got around to it, the cows would be set free.
Before Jen continued her train of thought, she realized that Abby still had the curse. "Abyssinia, I need you to pass the curse back to me. Dare me to..." Jen thought for a moment, coming up with a simple dare. "Dare me to take another gulp of your milk." Abby nodded. "Transform or Dare?" "Dare," replied Jennifer. "For your dare, you will..." Abby obviously had a hard time concentrating. "You will let me drink milk from your divine teats!" Jennifer groaned, kneeling in front of Abby and lifting her right breast. "I'm sorry, Goddess! Your milk will make me produce even more milk." Abby began to drink from Jen's breast. As Abby began to drink, her four breasts began to swell, flowing over her pregnant belly. Milk began leaking from both mares' nipples, covering the floor with white liquid. When Jen could finally muster control, she pulled away from Abyssinia. "That's enough," Jen said. "We still need you to be able to walk." Abyssinia sat back against the wall, resting.
Jen sat down at a small table in the center of the room, the wooden chair creaking underneath her thick equine rump. She had the curse back, but didn't know exactly what to do with it. She first wanted to return to and conquer her neighborhood, but the trio of slutmares would draw too much attention. They would need someone human to act as an intermediary, delivering their milk to the unsuspecting humans.