You have no idea how much time passes when the door opens up and another dancer walks into the room. She looks down at you in your transformed state, stuck in your embarrassing position, then she giggles lightly and pats your head. "Good doggie. So, how was this one?" You realize the question wasn't aimed at you.
"Not bad," the dancer you were humping replies. "Not bad at all." Whether it was natural relaxation or somehow caused by one of the women, the knot finally eases enough for you to get loose. "Ooo!" she exclaims as you come out, then stands up and moans slightly as she stretches. "Not bad at all."
"Yours always end up the big breeds."
"Better than yours. You always end up with poodles. Why poodles?"
"Oh, I don't know. I just think it's a nice little extra twist. It's always so fun to see their expression."
"My rottweilers can beat up your poodles."
"I'm sure some of my poodles have found that out." Both dancers chuckled.
"Let me ask you something. We are allow to keep one as a pet if we want. Have you ever done that?"
"Me? Nah. See enough of them during the day. Why? You thinking of keeping this one?"
"Maybe. He had a lot more thrust that any others I've had recently. This one really pumped. Might be worth keeping. Even after a long day of work, at night I sometimes want... well, you know."
Standing on all fours looking up at these beautiful women talk about you like you aren't even in the room, the full horror of your situation finally hits you. You're a dog. Trapped in the body of a rottweiler. You'll either end up this woman's pet or... what? What's going to happen to you and the other people you can hear being changed in other rooms?