After an hour, Andy had lost most of his resistance. After a day, Andy's mind was numb and he barely registered that he existed anymore. When Fido mounted him, his heart sang with joy. Every now and again, he'd received a random sharp shock to his balls or nipples, as if to make sure he wound't rest easy or get comfortable.
Time moved strangely in this state. The hypnoses tape kept playing, over and over again. More dog food was slapped into Andy's mouth without warning, and this time for some reason he was almost proud of how he helped to serve Fido its food.
Andy had moments of lucidity over the next week, but they grew fewer and rarer and less strong, until he slowly became nothing more than an object in mind as well as body. Time moved strangely for him now. All he experienced were the pleasures of being a good fuck toy and dog bowl. He lost all hope of escape. Even the concept of escape became meaningless to him. Dreaming and awake had no real difference. He was a dog bowl and fuck toy in either case. Occasionally his balls and testacle would receive a shock or be squeezed painfully or twisted. Sometimes he even got a harsh spanking. There was no apparent reason for any of it. No connection to anything he did. The only act of choice he had was to try to eat before his owner, but the very idea of doing so had faded after the first week of hypnosis. He'd just lay there like the fuck toy and dog bowl he was and suddenly someone would kick him in the balls and stomp on them repeatedly for no reason. That was just how it was and he excepted that without any anger or resentment. Just a hint of fear and anticipation for the next time that stuff would inevitably happen. Months must have passed by now, but who was counting. Time was meaningless unless it was feeding time. Fucks were given whenever.
Desperately horny 24/7, Andy still hadn't cum since that first day out in the back yard. He vaguely remembered having orgasms of his own. A way to satisfy this need. Back when he was still able to get a stiffy. Back when he had a mind and will of his own. But that too was fading. It was hard to think of a time when he wasn't a dog bowl. Had it all just been a strange dream that this random dog bowl had once had? Every once in a while, cold water would be sprayed over the dog bowl's body and face to wash it. Enemas were common though. A tooth brush was used on his teeth twice a day too. He was such a lucky dog bowl to be taken care of so neatly. He was grateful, just as the hypnosis told him to be. He no longer heard the voices though. They were indistinguishable from his own thoughts by now.