It barely felt like a minute of reminiscing through Boomer's memories, partially because you are Boomer now. However, when you open your eyes only then did you notice how much time has passed, if the dark night sky outside the kennel was an obvious pointer.
You suddenly notice something smaller than you and furry on your doggy behind and a territorial instinct within you elicited a growl from your throat, the noise waking Scot up from his slumber. You cease immediately, but Scot didn't seem to mind.
You were perplexed. Did it take that long to precisely remember memories? Would the use of an inferior thinking platform being a dog's brain be incompatible with the high intensity processing of the human brain? It took you quite a while to piece together the memories inside Boomer's mind, to not only recall the "tricks" the pitbull learned but also voices, images and sensations.
You shiver, remembering the "trick" Bruno had taught you. Shaking your head, you correct yourself. "Damn I feel sorry for Boomer, he's a cockhound..."
The reconstructed memory revealed to you of the harsh fucking Bruno had inflicted on this alpha male, the massive and thick human dick roughly penetrating and cumming deep into his insides. Your body shivers when you remember that sensation.
Boomer was fine with it considering that he grew up with it, but you're not and this act is wrong. Satan got the treatment as well, usually by the leftover semen and smell that lingered on his maw and asshole. Boomer also took it in his mouth, and honestly Boomer liked it, usually because of the treat afterwards.
Satan sat in the corner of the cell, curled up in his sleep. Scot blissfully sleeps behind you, tucked comfortably by your muscular dogbutt.
You need to escape, but how?
Wait...
A plan hatched in your dogbrain, one that may work. It would be regretful that he would be doing this to an actually good person managing the kennel but it must be done. And no he wouldn't forcibly take Jack's body for his own, but he's gonna escape with his help.
By memory, Jack would come by anytime soon for night feeding before all work is finished and they would go to sleep. You only have one chance. Quickly you unzip the suit, and for once you wonder how people seem to miss the zipper at all. Maybe it is hidden to all but the wearer?
Nonetheless you partially step out of the suit, feeling the weirdness of only having your lower body remain the hind of a dog. Quickly and gently you pick up Scot, now awakened from a familiar smell. Scot bounces in joy at seeing you, happy. Maybe Scot was comfortable with Boomer because he saw you slip into the pitbull? Or is it something else. You feel a faint connection with Scot, but otherwise you feel nothing.
You pull the suit wide, letting Scot enter the suit along with the sleeping pitbull. It was a tight fit, but you got him in. Now...
For Satan.
You awkwardly walk with your muscular pitbull legs towards the sleeping Satan, who suddenly awakes and starts to bark, loudly.
Panicking, you grab the struggling brindle boxer, attempting to silence it. But the guy was strong and your balance is currently cucked by having dog legs. You pull the suit around Satan, pressing the dog firmly but gently to your body, Scot happily hugging you from behind, something you are grateful for his understanding.
You pull the suit up over Scot and Satan, finding the zipper and quickly pulling it up. The struggling was so strong you almost lost your grip, but you persevered. You hear the door unlock, and the unmistakable sound of Jack. You try pulling the tab harder but it seems to be resisting, as if having four creatures in one suit was overreaching it.
The zipper was almost up to the end until you felt your hold on Satan break, the brindle boxer flopping on your suited up chest, a lump jumping within the suit as if a chestburster was about to pop out. You manage to zip it all up, and immediate pain assaults you as all three dogs, Boomer, Scot and Satan swoops into your body and overflows your body mass limit.
By an unnatural instinct you hug Scot's astral mind closer to you, absorbing it. Outside, your struggling lump of a body began to shrink and grow fur, rapidly reforming into the unmistakable form of Scot, although with new differences.
For one, you felt thicker and stronger. Your gait feels tougher and proud, as if you're unable to not stand like this. You hurriedly check your body, and you notice it.
Scot had considerably bulked up. He seems to be 20% closer to Boomer now. Not only that, your gait is closer to Satan now. Your fur seems intermixed, mostly Scot but unnoticeable and hidden are Boomer and Satan's obvious colors.
"What the... where did Boomer and Satan go?!" You flinch when Jack's voice rang out in the kennel, dogs beginning to bark out loud. You were just in time.
Jack hurriedly opened up your cell, rushing to enter and search for the two missing dogs. He searched for any trace of the missing dogs and you took your chance, taking the prod and tazing him with it.
You steal the keys, lock the door and run out.