Jojo gradually returns to her senses.

The small and curvaceous Z-girl came back in control of herself, panting and curled on the floor. The judges and spectators and owners were all watching her naked body with interest. She found the attention flattering. And after her first fucking she was finding her new biology and urges much more... natural. She realised that this competition was making her into what she appeared to be. And for some reason this pleased her.

The other girls eyed her with a mixture of suppressed envy and clear respect. And desire. She had just out performed all of them and had proved herself their better. This raised her to a pedestal of sorts.

Jojo blushed.

Her womb was full and warm with the studs cum, her swollen pussy lips dribbling semen down the inner thigh of her legs. Her master gave her a towel and a pleased ruffle of her hair. “You’ve just raised your breeding pedigree pet.” As Jojo considered this she knew that her purpose as a Z-girl wasn’t just to have sex. It was to have babies. She was a baby making machine. The thought of her breasts and belly swelling with child thrilled her. The z-girl mindset was growing stronger. If she got the app then ... would she want to undo this.

“Right then. Pair up girls. Time to see who has the best female on female felatio skills...” a judge said. Two girls tried to grab Jojo and she suddenly found herself a sought after partner.