(The following may be off-putting to some readers. If you're squeamish, you might want to stop reading.)
After Fido's cock finally released Andy's ass, dog cum dribbled out and ran over Andy's balls and new cock cage. The lady grabbed him by the hair and dragged him on inside.
“I've been preparing for you for ever since you insulted Fido. You see, you're not just going to be his new cum rag, but something far more useful. I remembered how squeamish you were, so I prepared the perfect job for you.”
She took him into a room where one wall was covered in various straps and restraints. There was an adjustable hole in the bottom of the wall. She placed Andy on his back on top of a stand apparently designed to raise his butt into the air for ease off fucking. His head poked through to the other side, facing up and came to rest in a slight trough in the floor perfectly fit for his head. It was actually quite comfortable. She did something to the wall, tightening the hole up tight so it only fit his neck and he wouldn't be able to pull back out.
He felt his body on the other side being strapped down securely and his handcuffs being removed. His arms were bound flat against the floor. His chest and stomach were strapped to the stand that kept his butt raised, while his knees were lifted and spread wide. Andy tested it all and found he'd been left not wiggle room at all. It was very secure and very tight. There was no chance in hell he'd escape on his own while like this.
The room his body was now in had looked like a room dedicated to Fido. Chew toys and a doggy bed. The side Andy's head was occupying on the other hand seemed to be the kitchen. He watched as his captor came around to face him. He glared angrily up at her while she smiled and removed his gag.
“You'll never get away with this!” Andy shouted.
“Oh, I rather think I already have. You see, we're out in the middle of nowhere. No one knows were you are. And I did some research on you before beginning my plan. I happen to know that you're estranged from your family. They don't care about what happens to you and won't think anything odd about the fact that you not sending them so much as a Christmas card. As for your friends, sure you had some back in school, sort of, but then you moved and lost contact with the. You were actually rather much a flair as a human. I doubt anyone will even file a missing person's rapport for you. Just accept your new life now as Fido's dog bowl.”
“Dog bowl!?” Andy asked, before a new gag was shoved into his mouth. This one a ring gag, designed to hold his mouth wide open. It didn't attach to the back of Andy's head, but to the floor on either side of Andy's head, making it so he couldn't turn his head at all. Terror gripped him as he saw his captor pick up a can of dog food and open it. The stench was horrid. Andy had always hated when he'd had to feed wet dog food to the pets he took care of, preferring dry dog food because it didn't smell so strongly. Fido had a very different reaction though, wagging his tale excited to be fed. The lady reacted to his horrified expression and smiled.
“Oh, don't look so alarmed. I especially chose this brand because unlike most dog food, this one is perfectly suited for human conception.” She shoved a spoon in there and plopped out a huge chunk, dropping it right into Andy's gaping mouth. Andy cried out as the awful taste covered his tongue, yet he could not spit it out the way he was bound. The slobbering mutt tried to go forward to start eating out of his mouth, but the lady stopped him. “This is your food too now,” she said to Andy. “I don't see the sense in having to feed you separately when you're already a dog bowl. A self cleaning one at that. Just swallow all of Fido's left overs, but don't you dear try to eat before Fido finishes. Only dog food leftovers for you.” She scooped in even more chunks of wet dog food into Andy's mouth, until his mouth was overflowing with the stuff and the can was scraped clean. Fido's copious saliva was dripping from its sagging cheeks in anticipation.