(Warning: Some readers will be put off by this.)
"I... I'm not sure... I... It's so hard to make decisions anymore. I just want to be of use too someone. My betters. And I don't feel worthy of taking a person's attention. Being a dog bowl is just ... Well it's demeaning. In a good way. It's disgusting and humiliating and it just feels like where I truly belong. I just have such terrible guilt for walking around like I think I'm a person with rights and freedom. As if I think I'm worth more than the slop that dogs get to eat. I feel guilty just for wearing people clothes."
Phill nods. "Alright. We'll start there. Let's get you where you belong." Hope bloomed in Andy's chest, even as trepidation crept up his spine. He'd escaped his fate once. Was he really going back to that disgusting, dehumanizing life? Yes!
He eagerly removed all his clothes in the next room when told to. Phill spent some time securing Andy flat on his back to a board with wheels. His face was up, his mouth held wide open as before. His ass was elevated for ease of use.
The board was placed on a track that Phill used for the automated dog feeder. Andy was replacing the old system. His mouth was moved under a dog food despenser that filled his mouth full of a slimy disgusting brown chunky paste. The board then moved automatically into place under the first dog cage, then lifted up into a small opening just big enough for his open mouth to fill.
Meanwhile, his ass had been sprayed with bitch pharamones and was pressed up against another cage. The German Shepard inside wasted no time in going to town on Andy's ass. Meanwhile, the terriar in the first cage began eating out of Andy's mouth.
A feeling of intense humiliation, disgust and panic filled Andy, but above all, he felt like he fit back into the puzzle of life. This is where he belonged. This was his purpose. His hear races as he thought of how much better these dogs were than him. And he was given the honor of feeding and satisfying them all. He couldn't wait to feel Fido's big sloppy tongue again. That drooling, slobbering bulldog using him once more. That fat dog cock pounding away at him.
Both dogs finished with Andy, filling his mouth with a small pool of dog saliva, and his ass with cum. The machine lowered him back down and drove back over to have his mouth refilled for the same pair of dogs. Only this time, turned the other way around.