This is the third post in the series that tells the story of a guy who wanted to be reduced to a Pig.

Every day, little by little, each co-worker felt authorized and even invited to humiliate and abuse the Pig. He obeyed all orders without question, offering himself to the cruelest humiliations. 

His manager, who considered him a complete asshole, decided to take the lead in the humiliations.

He explained to the subordinate: since you are now the department slut pig, from now on, you will only eat dog food straight from this bowl, and you will only drink the piss of your colleagues. 

The servant obeyed on all fours and ate the ration without question.

The manager amused himself by stepping on the back of the fag's head and burying his face in the pissed ration. The employee swallowed and chewed the food with difficulty, choking and smearing himself without attempting to resist or complaining.

After making his subordinate eat the ration, he ordered him to hand over his company meal card.

In the next department meeting, the manager proposed to the other employees that, as the fag would start to eat the pissed ration every day in the office, his meal voucher would pay for everyone else's lunch.

All employees went out every day at lunchtime, walking and talking animatedly to one of the neighborhood restaurants. The manager established that the faggot would follow the group, barefoot and shirtless, with his hands behind his back and silent. The rule stated that the awful queer would follow the group about three paces behind so as not to be mistaken for one of them. He had to spend the entire lunch hour with an old pencil between his teeth to ensure he didn't say anything and remain quiet.

While the employees ate lunch, the Pig waited quietly and stood on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, like a beggar or homeless person.

On returning from lunch, everyone went to the bathroom and pissed in an old jug. This jar was poured into the feed, and the Pig ate its lunch in front of everyone.