chapter 2

Teo didn't often go to the poor part of town, but he needed to pick up his new boy. He'd felt a tingling in his fingers when he'd first heard that he had been approved to be a handler. For the past handful of months he'd started to think it was a mistake he be honest on his application. His like-minded friends had assured him it would be fine, and he'd met their pets, but he'd still had it in his mind that he might be rejected. Then he received the file. Juri. All he knows is the boy is Japanese and European, young, and short, but that's enough.

Teo himself was quite the opposite in a lot of ways. First of all, he was not a drain on society... well, not in the same way. One could argue he drained quite a lot from society, but it was a profitable drain on his end. At 35 years of age, Teo was the owner of a highly regarded company the produced medicine, cosmetics, and dabbled in hospitality services (in that he also owned several fast food chains). Any of his separate ventures would well-recognized, but most people don't realize that all of the companies are owned by one parent company. Russo. Teo's great-grandfather had started their business venture, but since then every generation had grown it, including Teo.

Beyond how successful he was, Teo was also tall and muscular, a fact he took much pride in. His Italian features were masculine and enviable to all- whether they wanted to be him or be with him did not matter, they wanted him. Chestnut hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile all waited in a parked car on the curb. Two police vehicles were behind him, just in case things didn't go well. This was all legal, after all, but Juri might resist at first. The ones in his position often did, and Teo's suit was too expensive to wrestle with him, though he already had his government-issued tranquilizer. They gave him just enough 'for transport', but the rest was in Teo's hands. They discouraged violence whenever possible, as actual abuse against those legally defined as slaves was illegal. However, prosecution is rare. Not that Teo would want to hurt his new pet. Not now.

He climbed the stairs to Juri's apartment and knocks. Obviously there was no answer, so the police opened the door for him. The apartment was trashed. Piles of garbage everywhere, dark, dank. They could hear typing in the other room, and that was when Teo first saw him.

Juri was just as small and cute as he'd hoped.The poor thing was sitting in the dark, a video game lighting his face with a blanket draped over his shoulders. He didn't notice them with his heavy headphones, and Teo help out his hand to the officers.

It was too easy to inject him with the tranquilizer, and he picked the small NEET up with ease. He pet the boys hair, studying his face. He was small and dirty, but he catches a round belly in the corner or his eye and smirked. Junk food will do that. Soon it will do much, much more. He didn't even care that the officers were looking, he kisses the little pudge, and then carried Juri out of the room.

He wasted no time getting home and having a doctor run his state-mandated health check. Zuri was 125 pounds, with a soft little belly that just barely sticks out from a very lithe frame. He's soft, but nowhere near fat. Teo rolled him over, catching a tight, cute ass and thin thighs. He gave the man's butt a small slap, which barely even registered as a wobble on his backside. Then Teo rolled him over again and studied Juri's face. A mop of too-long black hair and long eyelashes that brush over his cheeks. Very feminine features. They burned his clothes and started on the first round of medication. The doctor inserted another syringe, this one was not given by the government. In fact, it was not legally available to anyone. It was experimental, but Teo had watched over the trials for months.

Five test subjects, all within a healthy weight range, all teetering right on the edge of NEET-status. They were desperate for jobs to avoid being reclassified as slaves. Companies like Teo's thrive on that desperation for their lab rats. He watched with glee as they came in week after week, always fatter, always more out-of-breath, always hungrier. He had to set them all up with handlers after the trials were finished, of course. Most of them could barely waddle by that point.

Juri was going to be his, though, so he'd made some very specific changes to the recipe. The trials were wonderful. He would start selling that version on the black market immediately, of course, but his own pet needed to have his own special serum. As he pet the boys cheek, he couldn't wait to see the results.

"My sweet little piglet." he whispered as the medication started to take hold and he heard the young man's gut start to rumble. There was a small moan from his sleeping lips, and a hand settled on his belly, trying to calm it. "I have such big plans for you."