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This is a short story set in a parallel world where to deal with over population, voluntary adult humans are transformed into Hu-Pets by the government and are owned by couples to live in cities known as HuCities where only adults (18+) exist. This is done to curve the uncontrolled population growth. Hu-Pets have no human rights and are considered to be pets/ animals and not people. There is a huge range of Hu-Pets such as HuDogs, HuCats, HuCows, HuPigs, HuHorse and even HuBunnies. It’s the choice of the owners to decide what type of pet the Hu-Pet would be. This parallel world is called “HuLand.”

Chapter one: A terrible day for Terry

The world we live in is not a pleasant one. Our planet cannot sustain our population, we have had numerous resource wars over food, energy, water and land. In 2020, everything changed, world governments failed. All countries became failed states and we thought it was going to be the end. Then the one world council formed. They had an audacious plan to save the world. To stop overpopulation, new cities called HuCities were commissioned by the one world council all over the world including my homeland of England. These cities are comprised of normal adults and HuPets. These new HuPets were a horrid concoction dreamt up by the leader of the one world Council Lord Snow. The idea was that if a couple had HuPets they would not procreate and thus once they died no-one would replace them; bringing the world population down. When the first few HuCites were erected, the elites flocked to them to become the couples. The ones like me that lived in the slums only had two ways to get into the HuCities. Either become a HuPet or a worker for the HuCity. Workers of HuCities need the menial tasks such as cooking and cooking, similar to HuPets they did not have any rights and lived in steel containers on the edge of the city. The only consolation in being a worker was that you weren’t transformed into an animal like the HuPets were. When everyone turns 18 they are invited to there nearest HuCity for inspection. Most people choose to go to the inspection as that is the only way to escape the slums and you really want to get out of the slums. On my inspection day I was told I had the option of being a worker or a HuPet or going back to the slums. When they offered me the chance to be a worker, I immediately jumped on it. I noticed that they only offered the worker jobs to small framed, skinny and hairless young men and women such as myself while any traditionally masculine men or tall and big women were only given the option of being a HuPet. I counted myself lucky and how wrong that was. Once my orientation was completed, I was assigned the name Terry and was told I would be the assistant to Jonathan Sikes, a financial executive.

That was a year ago. Now I just turned 19 and had been living as Terry the assistant to Jonathan Sikes for over a year. Mr Sikes is your typical offspring of a wealthy family. He is woefully under qualified for his job. The man cannot do simple addition. He treats everyone as dirt. I usually have to pick up the slack and do his job for him while he stays in the office drinking with his buddies. This morning was just like every other morning I had for the past year, I was standing in line at the coffee shop to pick up Mr Sikes morning coffee. As it was the summer there was quite a lot of couples out with their HuPets for morning walks. One couple walked into the coffee shop with a pudgy hairless guy in all fours with a large hoop septum ring around his nose. It was a HuPig. The owners had clearly been giving it growth hormones to produce a large belly and an even larger arse. It immediately waddled towards the water bowls at the front of the shop that were laid out for HuPets. As it moved you could see rolls of fat in tis belly vibrating form the motions.

“Has your garbage been collected yet,” shouted the male owner of the HuPig at the worker who making the coffees.

“No, not yet Sir,” responded the worker as she was pouring coffee into a cup.

“Well then don’t worry about my pig will eat it all up,” laughed the owner. Then the HuPig rushed towards the bin that was full of stale half eaten pastry and coffee grounds. The HuPig started to much on the garbage while making slurping noises. It was gross to watch. But my sentiment wasn’t shared by the other customers of this establishment. They were all entertained by antics of the HuPig. I grabbed the coffee order as quickly as possible and made my way in the financial building.

I went to my desk and started my work- well not my work. It’s the work Mr Sikes should be doing. I was analysing the financial markets searching for investment opportunities for the firm. This afternoon Mr Sikes has a meeting with the leaders of the firm about which company they are going to invest a significant amount of money to. At 10 am Mr sikes arrived and I stood up to greet him. All workers must bow when they meet an owner.

“Got that report Terry,” he asked as he grabbed escort bursa his coffee from my outstretched hand.

“Just finishing it up, Sir” I replied.

“Good when you done with the report, bring it to me.”

“Will do Sir.”

I got the report completed just before lunch and approached his office. I knocked 3 times and wited for a response.

“Come in.”

I opened the door to find Mr Sikes and two other executives playing golf with a putter and makeshift hole made up of a whiskey glass.

“I have the report, Sir” I said demurely.

“Good but next time I would prefer it earlier. Like when I come in the morning,” He replied sternly.

“Of course, sir, I apologise for my tardiness today with the report,” I said. Although if he did his work by himself there would not be any tardiness, I thought to myself but did not dare to utter.

“Ohhh My wife Elizabeth isn’t feeling well today, would you be able to go to my house and take our HuDog, Rex, for a walk during your lunch break Terry,” asked Mr Sikes.

“Of course Sir, I’ll tend to it right now,” I said with a fake smile. We both knew that I could not refuse; but Mr Sikes does this to keep up a false charade that I have a choice in all this.

I went to Mr Sikes high end apartment and knocked on the door. Another worker opened the door. Judging by the outfit she was wearing she was a maid-worker. She had on a tight black and white maid apron that was hugging her skin so tightly that her nipples were clearly distinguishable.

“Who are you,” she snapped at me. I was taken back by her rudeness but to be fair if I was forced to wear a second layer of sin for clothes like she is, I too would be rude and short with people.

“I am here to take Mr Sikes HuDog for a walk, I am his assistant,” I said.

“Ok wait here,” she said and shut the door on me.

When the door reopened, the HuDog, Rex, was rat the front on all fours. Rex looked like a big rolled up frizzy rug. Every inch of his skin was covered in thick hair. He had a prominent chest with well-defined pectoral muscles and big deltoids on either side the size of paint cains. The only clothing he had on was a small loin cloth covering what seemed to be a sizable package. His head had long black hair that was shaped up to look like a lion’s main and connected neatly on his body hair at the back. The rainforest that was his body hair was completely unnatural. Mr Sikes must have given his HuDog some sort of frug to cause this type of abnormal hair. The only clothing on this HuDog was a small loincloth to cover his privates.

“Come along Rex” I said as I grabbed the leash from maid.

The HuDog acted remarkably like a real dog, he walked on all fours, stopped at random moments to take sniffs of the surroundings and barked at random intervals. I was shocked at how animalistic he acted, the HuPet training must be intense to turn a human being into this. We entered the local Pet Park where HuPets of all kinds were present, Rex started to get excited and nearly pulled me along as it tried to chase after a cute HuBunny. I couldn’t blame Rex for gravitating towards the HuBunny. It was a short pudgy women with a plump ass nibbling on some grass. She had a cute smile and seemed content nibbling on grass; maybe being a HuPet isn’t all bad.

“Hold on Rex,” I gasped as I tried to pull on the leash to stop Rex running off. Rex immediately turned its head to look at me and growl. That sent shivers down my spine. That growl was letting me know even though I was holding the leash; Rex was the master.

“Please Boy, wait till we get to the Dog part of the park,” I pleaded.

Rex barked and nodded his head in acknowledgement and stopped pulling on the leash. We walked towards the dog section together and I took off Rex’s leash and watched as he rocketed off into an ocean of HuDogs. There were two different types of HuDogs at the park, ones that were covered in hair like Rex and Hairless ones. The hairless ones were usually women, they had smaller frames and weren’t as muscular as the Rex and his counterparts. Among some of the hairless ones were some men as well. These hairless men had small frames and lean muscles identical to the women. I saw one hairless male rotate around a patch of grass, smell it and then squat over the patch of grass and urinate; even though it had a penis and could have urinated by hiking one leg up. It decidedly urinated in a feminine manner. This act lead me to realise that HuDogs weren’t classified into dog or bitch by their respective genitals but by their body hair or lack thereof. All the HuDogs covered in body hair were males and all the Hairless HuDogs were bitches.

I saw Rex next to a bush surrounded by a group of HuDogs. There were all sniffing each other’s butts. Then a petite hairless male HuDog or I guess a HuBtich due to the lack of body hair crawled by Rex swinging its ass side to side like it was a pendulum. That HuBitch clearly wanted to get bred. Rex’s attention bursa otele gelen escort immediately turned towards that HuBitch and he followed that ass all the way to behind the bush. The bush started to ruffle and distinct grunting noises emanated from it. Sounds like Rex is having a good time behind the bush. After a few minutes, Rex emerged out of the bush and rearranged his loincloth in a very human manner. After a few more sniffs of other HuDogs asses, Rex seemed ready to leave and so he made his way to me. I leashed him at we made our way back to Mr Sikes apartment. I knocked on the door and once again I was greeted by the same worker maid. I handed the leash and Rex off to her and She rudely shut the door on me. I didn’t have time to contemplate on what her issue was with me as this lunchtime excursion had already taken two hours. No doubt Mr Sikes had already begun the executive meeting and started to present my report to the rest of the executives.

I rushed back into the financial district and entered the office. The atmosphere in the office was bleak. Co-workers were distraught and some were even crying while all the executives and owners were biting each other’s head off.

“You are finally here Terry. Come into the office,” said Mr Sikes calmly as he approached from behind. I walked into his office followed by him, he went past me and sat down in his office chair. He was the complete opposite to everyone else in the office. He was clam and collected.

“St Down Terry,” he said, giving me permission to sit.

“Sir, what is going on,” I asked with concern.

“Your report is what is going on Terry. You made huge errors in your recommendations,” he said.

“What…. That can’t be sir -” I uttered in complete shock.

“Well we followed your report and invested in the companies you rated. You got that Anchor Steel company all wrong. We invested £10 million and they just announced bankruptcy,” He explained. “We lost all that money.”

“I… I don’t know… know what to say,” I said

“You know whats going to happen now right, people are going to lose their jobs. Both owners and workers. Do you know what they will do to you when they find you are the reason. They will send you back to the slums or worse…” he said menacingly.

“But it’s not my fault,” I said

“Your report Terry” he laughed.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do.

“Calm down. You are lucky because your boss, me, can solve this problem,” He smiled as he saw me spiralling into a den of despair.

“What do you mean sir,” I asked confused.

“I just got off the phone with my father and he is going to give £10 million to keep the company going. No one will lose their jobs,” He proclaimed proudly.

“That’s great news Sir….”

“Not necessarily for you,” He interrupted. “I can’t have someone who made a blunder like this be my assistant.”

“You are firing me, Sir”

“If I do that how will you pay me back for the £10 million you owe me.”

I now understand the situation I am in; he means to blackmail me; but what could he possibly want from me.

“For some time now, me and my wife, Elizabeth, have been looking for another HuPet. I think you would make a perfect HuPet Terry,” Mr Sikes said. “You become my HuPet for 10 years for the sum of £1 million a year. After 10 years you are free. Or you could go out there and tell them all they will lose their jobs.” Said Mr Sikes.

This wasn’t a choice and Mr Sikes knew that. I reluctantly nodded my head, signing my life away to a horrible man.

Chapter 2: Transforming into a HuDog.

I was on the underground going towards the HuPet Centre. The automated announcements announced each stop and as the stops started to trickle down; I started to realise what this means. My life as I know it would be over. I would become like Rex. I will no longer be considered human.

“Next stop is HuPet centre. Please mind the gap,” echoed the automated announcer.

The HuPet centre was an intimidating structure. It was an all-white rectangular building with a statue of Lord Snow in the building flanked by two HuPets on either side of him. The interior of the HuPet centre maintained the white colour scheme with the seats and carpet matching the exterior of the building in colour. This whole building felt clinical to me. I approached the marble desk where a receptionist greeted me.

“Welcome to the HuPet Centre. Are you looking to purchase a HuPet?” smiled the receptionist.

“No, I volunteer myself to the HuPet Program,” I uttered defeated.

“Nice to have you on board. Are you ownerless or do you have an owner prepared?” asked the receptionist.

“Hmmm I think I have an owner…..”

“Well good for you. Always best to have an owner lined up or you will be at the mercy of our pet sales. Sometimes the nastiest owner come to those sales. Well, who’s the lucky owner.”

“Mr Jonathan bursa merkez escort Sikes.”

She immediately started to type the name on her keyboard and a smile started to appear as she scanned the computer screen.

“Mr Sikes has filled out all required details online. Please take a seat and a veterinarian will be with you shortly,” she said.

I walked over to the white seats and staggered down. My heart was beating out of my chest. She said a vet would see me. They already consider me an animal. I don’t know what Mr Sikes had in store for me, but I can take solace in the fact that Rex seemed happy. It seems I will be taken care of.

“Pri–Terry” shouted a blonde women in a white coat. She was amazonian in stature and had on heels to accentuate her height further, resulting in her towering over me. She had on bright red lipstick and smoky eye shadow with eyeliner creating the perfect curves above her beautiful blue eyes. These were eyes that someone could get lost in. Her bosom was in keeping with the rest of her figure by being perfectly flattering to her body. This is a women chiselled by the gods themselves.

“Here,” I said as I was standing up.

“Follow me,” she said as she started to walk towards some double steel doors that were in-front of us.

“Mr Sikes has requested some unique alterations for you. Therefore, I think you transformation will take a few days. Now are you allergic to any medications?” she commanded.

“Ehh I don’t think so,” I said, as we continued to walk towards the double steel doors.

“Any past medical conditions? Any conditions run in your family,” she said.

“Ahhhh none that I am aware of.”

“I’ll do a quick check up on you and then we can get started,” she said while opening the steel doors to reveal a clinical room.

The room was covered in medical appliances and telemetry equipment and in the middle of the room was a steal table like one that you would find in a vet’s clinic. The room had an overbearing smell of bleach. This all felt very clinical. It was becoming apparent to me that these next 10 years would change me in ways that are likely to be permanent.

“Strip” she said confidently.

I started to remove my clothing and it dawned on me that this was the last time I would be wearing clothes for 10 years.

“Lovely. Lean and fairly hairless. You seem to have the ideal body for a HuPet. Perfectly malleable,” she said with a smile.

It was rather a backhanded compliment to which I didn’t know how to respond; so I smiled.

“I want you to get on all fours and crawl up this table. I want to do a full check. It can be a bit awkward walking on all fours and using your knees and elbows but soon it will become second nature. I will give you some steroids to strength the muscles around your legs and arms so you can be in all fours with ease,” she said like she was reciting a well known song.

I got in position on the table and said, “I didn’t expect it to be this cold in here.”

“That is something you will need to get used to.” She replied. “Now I am going to inject some botox to your voice box to paralyse it. Usually, we remove the voice box form HuPets, but your master requested that we only do procedures that can be reversed. After the injection you will no longer be able to speak worlds, only growl.”

This was not something I even gave any thought to. The vet must have noticed my flabbergasted expression and started to stroke the hair on my head.

“Its not all bad. Humans are very resilient. You will get used to using non-verbal communication,” she said calmly.

“Yeah” I said as I swallowed my spit and prepared myself for 10 years of no talking.

“It will be a sharp scratch,” she said as she extended her left arm holding a big needle.

An intense pain originated from my neck and rocketed throughout my body. Then it was nothing. Just numbness. It felt like the nervous connection to my throat had been severed. I tried to speak but no sounds came out. I tried to scream and only growls came out.

“It can take a while for sound to return but once it does you will only be able to make barking noises,” she said. “Now let’s do a check up on all the systems.”

Soon I was covered in telemetry equipment and wires that all connected onto a range of different monitors that would send of electronic beeps periodically. This much monitoring would make a person in intensive care blush.

“Well, you seem to be in perfect health, your owner is going to like that. No mites or lice. That definitely a plus,” she said impressed. What manner of people were coming here if not having an infestation of lice is a victory.

“Now its time for some dramatic changes. I am going to surgically remove all your hair follicles apart from the ones in your head and then perform some surgery on your legs. That surgery along with the steroid injections will greatly increase your ability to tolerate walking on all fours. We will have you fetching balls by the end of this week,” she said victoriously.

Then, she brought an oxygen mask to my eyeline and put one hand on the back of my head and gently pushed my nosed and mouth into the mask.

“Take some deep breaths. You will be off to sleep soon and once you wake up, you will be a whole new you,” she said pleasantly as I started to drift off to sleep.

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