My Boyfriend's Human Pet

Do you know what a Human Pet is?

It means breaking a person's limbs and stitching fur onto their skin.

They are forced to crawl like a dog.

They eat dog food and can only bark like one.

A system of rewards and punishments is also put in place.

That is how they learn to obey.

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This was a popular anonymous post I saw on Quora with over a thousand upvotes.

It taught people how to train Human Pets.

But the "dog" mentioned here wasn't an actual dog.

It referred to a person.

The meaning was to train a person to become a slave like a dog.

At first, I thought it was just another person with peculiar fetishes, bragging online anonymously.

Fabricating stories to attract attention.

But the more I read, the more horrified I became.

"The first step in training a Human Pet is to gain their unconditional trust."

"It's best to appear in their life as a lover."

"Simply use love as an excuse to make them do anything you want."

"If they refuse, use Compliance Drugs, medication, or violent means to force their obedience..."

"Until they are successfully tamed."

The author described every step of training a Human Pet in meticulous detail.

It was so vivid it felt real.

Many people, like me, read it but remained skeptical, commenting below.

"You make it sound so real. Have you ever trained a Human Pet before?"

Soon, the author replied, "Yes, I have."

"And soon, I will be training my girlfriend to become my new Human Pet."

When I read that, my mind went numb with a buzzing sound.

It was utterly terrifying.

Whoever his girlfriend was, she was truly unfortunate.

The author said he would provide ongoing updates, sharing his process of training the new Human Pet.

Out of curiosity, I followed the post.

If he was telling the truth.

His girlfriend would almost certainly end up in a terrible situation.

Even through the screen, I felt a chill for that girl.

Just then, my boyfriend, Ethan Sullivan, walked out of the kitchen.

He was holding a plate of delicate, small cookies.

"Baby?" he asked with concern. "You don't look so well. Is everything okay?"

Seeing him immediately made me feel safe, so I smiled and shook my head.

I thought to myself how lucky I was that my boyfriend wasn't a freak like that.

I casually took a cookie from Ethan's plate and started eating it.

The cookie was brown, smelled fragrant, and had a chewy, meaty flavor.

As I chewed the surprisingly tough cookie, I asked, "What kind of cookie is this? It tastes different."

He looked at me quietly for two seconds, then said softly.

"Does it taste good? It's a new dog food recipe I developed."

I stopped chewing and stared at him in surprise.

My mind echoed the anonymous post author's words.