The girl is walking so fast you almost have to run to keep up with her. You're disturbed by how accustomed to you are to walking on four legs now. You feel extremely large and powerful. Suddenly, the girl sops in her tracks and looks down at you. "Shit, did you have to turn black and white? We already have so many of those..." she mutters. "Wait! I know-" she pulls her whip out again and you yelp in surprise and pull as hard as you can on the leash, trying to get away. But the girl whips you hard on your broad back none the same. You whimper in pain and look back as the fur covering your lower chest and stomach in patches stays white but all of your black fur turns very light brown. "There! That's better." The girl says, and continues to walk you.
You and the girl walk up two flights of stairs and find yourselves in the hallway you were knocked out in. From behind all the other doors comes the sounds of whipping. A mixture of screams, half-screams/whimpers, and full whimpers echo from behind the doors. You stop at the base of the ladder leading up into the ceiling you saw earlier. The girl unclips the leash and throws it into the corner, making you think of the whip girl from earlier. "Well, I guess you can't climb up that now..." the girl mutters. "Shit, I'm gonna have to carry you up. Try not to cum all over me." She picks you up and you squirm in her arms as she mumbles and groans. "How muscular are you? You must weigh like 100 pounds!" She lifts a foot up and somehow manages to hold you and climb up the ladder at the same time. Being so close to her breasts makes you pant in ecstasy. Your tail wags behind you and whips the girl on the face several times.
Finally, she reaches the top of the ladder and sets you down on the floor. Panting, she puts a hand on the wall to catch her breath. You look up and se a shadowy room, filled with some kind of haze, like smoke or steam. It's cozily warm in here. Panting, you walk over to the center of the room and see a desk above you. You must have really shrunk. You aren't even eye level with it. Suddenly, from over the top of the desk appears a woman's face. She has long black hair that flows over her neck and shoulders. She's extremely beautiful and can't be more than 25 years old.
"So... this is our intruder..." the woman says, clicking her tongue. You just sit down and stare up at the woman. The woman looks up at the girl leaning on the wall and says, "Good job catching this one, Rosalie. It would have been bad for business if he would have gotten out." "Thank you, Madame Perro." Rosalie says. Suddenly, she laughs. "You know, this is exactly like the guy last week..." Both Madame Perro and Rosalie laugh. "Now, the only question is what to do with him..." Madame Perro leans back in her chair, disappearing from your view.
"Uh, Madame Perro, I have some bad news..." Rosalie says. "Uh... before I got him in the car, he escaped from Sally and... whipped her, if you get my meaning." Madame Perro groans as you start to feel a little uneasy. "Is she fully transformed?" she asks. "Yes, unfortunately. We gave her a sedative and she's asleep in Bedroom 57." Rosalie says. Madame Perro looks over the desk at you and says, "BAD boy. You shouldn't have done that." You lower your head and start to whimper, feeling sad you displeased a human.
Suddenly, you snap back into reality. You're a human, not a pitbull! The transformation process is making you act more and more like a dog! You whimper in fear and tuck your tail between your legs. "Well..." Madame Perro says, rubbing her chin. "Take him to..."