Some discussion, and helping the puppy

Futaba pushed her glasses up, smirking confidently.

"Well then uh... Ann's boobs... that's a weird thing to call you. What SHOULD I call you?" Futaba asked.

Ann's right hand moved up and began to rub beneath one of her boobs, mimicking the action of stroking a chin when trying to think.

"Hm... that's a good question! I suppose calling us by our owner's name would be weird, even though we ARE possessing her body right now. But just calling us 'boobs' feels impersonal. Hm..." as Ann - or Ann's concept of her own tits that is - stood there thinking, Futaba noticed Makoto getting a bit antsy.

Looking down, she saw Makoto biting at her shirt, desperately trying to pull it off.

"Oh right. I guess a dog WOULD hate wearing clothes, huh?" Futaba mused, as she knelt down and began to help Makoto get out of her clothes. Granted, it was a struggle. Makoto's puppy-fied mind made her pretty uncooperative, but eventually Futaba managed to get the shirt off, then moved on to helping with her skirt.

"Oh! I got it! How about you call us Jello!" Ann exclaimed.

"Huh? Jello?" Futaba questioned.

"Well yeah! Because we're big and jiggly just like Jello!" she said, with Ann's face growing into a blank smile, almost as if the boobs were trying to mimic human emotion with Ann's face.

And with that... Ann's hands began to bounce and jiggle her tits. Futaba had just managed to get the skirt off of Makoto, leaving her in just her underwear at the moment. But the display Ann was putting on caused her to stop dead in her tracks, just watching as Ann bounced her tits around.

As Futaba watched, her mind started racing. It was part of her particular mindset, always wanting to know how things worked. Technically, this was all still "Ann", just Ann acting how she thinks her boobs would act if they controlled her body. But even then, she was willing to bet the "real" Ann's mind was still in there. Maybe aware, maybe not. She'd basically just made a second personality within Ann, that had to act like it had possessed the real Ann. And, of course, Makoto was just acting like how she thinks a big, dumb police dog would act.

"Anyway, yeah! We are Jello! Ann Takamaki's big, jiggly boobs! It's nice to meet you, Futaba!" Ann said with a smile.