As difficult as it was to resist the overwhelming desire to give in to his physical form's canine instincts, Jared's wanton lust for nude college-girl breasts and butts drove him forward, taking him from the dark recesses of a dog's mind like an adrenaline shot of human-ification directed to the brain. Now, moreso than he had felt in a while, Jared was consciously lucid and human, though only in his mind. His outward appearance was still very much that of a Sheepdog, and despite his desires to act unlike a normal dog in front of the girls, he remained as calm as he could and kept a reasonable pace behind Nisha and Caitlyn, his eyes on their backsides and a reemerging pleasure in his crotch.
As they stepped inside, Caitlyn called out to Meghan and Rachel that Shaggy had "gone", much to Jared's humiliation. Though, in the moment, knowing Nisha and Caitlyn would strip all over again in front of him, this mattered little to Jared. Sitting down and giving himself a good view of the two, Jared waited to see their mountainous boobies fly free from their recently donned bikinis, awaiting his gazing eyes and aroused teenage appreciation.
Suddenly, Caitlyn stopped Nisha, who was about to undo her top. "Hey, wait. I don't know about you, Nish, but honestly I think it's better to wear these bikinis than to be naked. We can wear them until we wait for our clothes to dry, and this way if anyone comes home it won't be a big deal. But hey, whatever you want to do, I'm cool with." Jared felt a spark of panic run through his mind. No, he thought. No, this couldn't be happening. If only he hadn't whined and whimpered they would never have taking him out and they would never have put on the bikinis. He had so much more he wanted to see and commit to memory. This couldn't be where it ended. Nisha stood, thinking, and gave Caitlyn her answer.