From what you have seen of the house, it appears to be empty, and therefore you feel confidant that you can satisfy your curiosity without any trouble from the homeowners. You walk over to the cellar stairs and briefly stare down into its stygian depths. It is completely dark and quiet down there. But with your first step onto the cellar stairs, you hear it creak and then creak some more as you begin your slow descent into the darkness below. A minute or two later, you are in the basement and are fumbling around for a light switch. You find one and click on the basement lights. And you find yourself near a large caged area containing three large shaggy dogs. French Briards, you think.
And with the click of the light, the three large shaggy dogs are up and about and reacting to your presence in their territory in typical canine fashion. They quite happy to see you. But before you can do anything to quiet them down and greet them, you feel and hear someone come up behind you. You try to react. But a rag smelling foul of some chemical covers your mouth as an arm pins your own against your body. Within a minute you pass from the fumes coming from the rag.
Sometime later, you drowsily wake up with one of the three Briards giving you a friendly tongue bath across your face. Giving the friendly dog a scratch behind one of its docked ears, you sit up to look around. And much to your surprise, you find out several things. The first being that you are now inside the cage with the dogs. The second and third thing being that your clothing is gone and that all you are wearing is a dog collar complete with dog tags.
After nervously looking at yourself and the dogs, you look outside the cage and see a well built man and woman standing near the cage. They eye you expectantly as if waiting for something to happen.
"Well dear, it looks like our new dog is awake and has already met our girl, Jesse." The woman speaks up with an upper class accent.
"Indeed he has, and it looks like he is starting to feel attracted to her." The man replies.
Puzzled by their actions and words, you look down at yourself and surprised to see that Jesse’s mere presence next to you has aroused you to the point of having an erection. And not only do you feel aroused, you feel like you want to mate right now with the large shaggy dog. But you use your puzzlement to distract yourself from these new feelings of yours to confront the couple outside the cage.
"Umm... you would two please tell me.. why I am in your dogs’ kennel and why I happen to be naked why you two are acting like you’re a bunch of exhibitionists?" You politely ask them in a surprisingly deep voice that sounds barely like your own.
"Well to simply answer both of your questions, my friend, you are soon going to become one of our champion bred Briards." He tells you matter-of-factly.
"What!?"
"I am not joking, my friend. You are going to become one of our dogs. A loyal and obedient sheepdog. For you see, pure bred dogs are very expensive to raise and they don’t always turn out perfect."
"But our magic dog collars here will turn anyone into a well-trained, intelligent dog." The woman follows up her partner’s explanation to you. "And that’s what the collar you’re wearing right now will do to you. By the way, your name is Champ."
"We’ll come back in a while to see how you are doing. So have fun with Jesse and her friends." The man tells you before he and the woman leave you alone with Jesse and the two other sheepdogs.
As they leave the basement and head up the stairs into the house itself, Jesse and the two other sheepdogs set themselves upon you. Jesse goes back to giving you another playful and now oddly pleasurable tongue bath, while the two other sheepdogs start licking at your chest and back. And quickly your fear and confusion give way to a warm, pleasurable feeling. You begin to pant contentedly like a dog as the warmth builds up to a prickling itch that only their licking can soothe. Your whole body aches under that warmth.
You look down as Jesse licks your chin and then your ears. And you notice that the other male dog has licked the flab on your chest away, and replaced with a hairy, muscular chest. You feel his mate has done a similar job on your back. You find yourself liking what they have done. You feel your teeth grow sharp even as your tongue lengthens and flattens itself out. Patches of fur ripple away from the spots where your new canine friends have licked. A beard, mustache and bushy eyebrows begin to grow and cover your face with a layer of shaggy fur. A layer of skin grows over your penis. And a look at your hands reveals to you that they are becoming a pair of rounded paws covered in shaggy fur. You get up off the floor. Your canine friends move with you while not missing up a single lick. The other female licks at your ass until a tail just like theirs sprouts from it. Jesse teases at your face until a muzzle pushes out from it. You smile at the sight of your wet, black nose.
Then its over, your pack mates finish giving you your tongue bath and step aside so you can privately admire your new shaggy self. And just as your owner said, you are their newest champion bred Briard. You shake yourself and fluff up your thick, shaggy fur coat. You pant contentedly and then go to lie down with your mate. Inwardly you smile with the knowledge that your owners are going to be very pleased to see how handsome a sheepdog you have become for them. Your name is Champ and you are a large, friendly sheepdog thanks to your owners and your pack mates.