Tinkle, Jared decided, was hardly the word for it.
As soon as Caitlyn suggested he might need to tinkle, the power of suggestion exerted its influence over his already hormone-addled mind. In near panic, his whining turned to more urgent whimpering as he began to worry he might pee all over the carpet.
"We better get dressed and take this poor boy outside," Caitlyn said, taking hold of the collar around his neck.
"No! No get dressed!" Jared whimpered for an entirely different reason. His own urges were foiling his vivid dream come true. Caitlyn and Nisha got back into their swimwear. They still looked great, but Shaggy whimpered from disappointment just the same as he was led downstairs and back into the yard.
Caitlyn released her hold on the collar. "There you go, boy."
Jared, released, realized suddenly that the girls intended to watch and felt a very human wave of mortification.
Nisha held up her hand and inspected her brightly painted nails. "Go ahead, boy," Caitlyn urged. "Do your business."
Jared whimpered and looked around the yard. "I can't do this," he thought. "It is too embarrassing..."
Luckily, he could depend on the sheepdog instincts, which kicked into gear and influenced him to walk over to a large hydrangea shrub. Even with Jared's human faculties fighting against it, the teenager felt his right rear leg lift. He aimed at the bush and released a stream.
It felt so good. He heard the stream splatter onto the broad hydrangea leaves and picked up the sharp scent of the urine above all other smells in the yard. His tail wagged, the equivalent of a smile and a sigh, as he enjoyed the sensation of voiding his bladder, despite the witnesses.
Yet the stream kept pouring out, which didn't escape Caitlyn's notice. "You really had to go, didn't you, boy?"
Jared whimpered and wondered how he could possibly have so much pee inside him. Finally, the stream cut off and the sheepdog mind let him lower the hind leg back onto the grass.
He bounded back over to the girls and barked. "All done! Go back inside."
Nisha looked down, patted the dog's head, and smiled, but Caitlyn shook Jared's plans. "Good boy, but you need to finish your business," the beautiful girl said.
"Oh no!" Jared thought as he felt the power of suggestion rise powerfully again as an entirely different sort of pressure began to built. "Please, no!"
He realized he was becoming a perfect imitation of a real dog, not even ashamed of having to perform his bodily functions right in front of the girls he lusted for. Every time he played the part, he let more of Shaggy surface and buried Jared deep down in the tangled shared mind.
"Do it, boy," Caitlyn added a direct command. "We can't have any accidents in the house."
Shaggy listened to the mistress's command even as Jared tried to resist.