Life moved on however, no matter what terrifying new changes were in store for the inevitable downfall of the human race, humans still had the audacity to carry on their simple little lives like such good little sheep.
Humans were surprisingly adaptive, able to cope and deal with even the most harrowing of situations, even those that just never seemed plausible in any sort of reality. Every morning he woke up next to my wife was a constant reminder of how easily mutable reality and humanity truly is.
My wife seemed to pass of her condition in stride really, she even seemed generally happier than before. I missed hearing her voice, I never dare tell her that though. I missed hearing her make stupid jokes and giggling at my own, I missed kissing the lips I fell in love with on our wedding day. I missed making love to my wife like on our honeymoon and how it was something special between us. These memories lingered in my head constantly, daily, hourly every time I saw her face.
She had been going to group therapy sessions, learning sign language at the adult center, engaging in support charities and foundations for others who had been changed. She tried desperately to make me go to one of the spousal support groups to help those who arent afflicted but still wish to remain with their loved ones. He hated them, he hated the pitiful people they had become, he hated what he had become and what he tolerated. But he had no choice, those monsters had mutilated his wife and forced her to become what she is now.
I had lost my job nine months ago. I told my wife they had laid off the entire former staff and it there wasn't anything I could do, and she supported me. I couldn't bare to tell her the truth. I had been slacking off at work ever since my wife began to see her clients daily for her breakfast and lunch. I'd face fuck her for in the morning before I left, but I was never enough to fuel her for the morning so she always had an A.M. client set up for her. I would always leave work knowing that I'd see some smug, or slimey asshole stroll up to my house with the biggest shit eating grin on his face, look me in the eye as he did so and either give me a thumbs up or laugh in my face. I despised it.
I was powerless to do anything about it though. She needed to eat semen like I needed to breathe, it was essential to her living. If I told her how much her new lifestyle affected it me I dont know what her reaction would be. She'd probably leave me. I've become increasingly paranoid and delusional now though. It's not uncommon to come home from searching for work to find my wifes face deep in some random stragers crotch, her eyes noticing me and giving a little wave as she was fucked deeply and drank in the cum of some smug prick. They always acted like I was the luckiest guy in the world, always complimenting my wifes performance and giving me little pointers.
It was six months of being jobless when my wife approached me with an idea of hers. She proprosed something that shocked and stunned me. However to her it was only rational and made perfect sense.
It's been nearly a year and half now. I still don't have a real job, but I make enough good money nowadays that it doesn't matter if I do eventually get one. My wife had been getting deep into the charities and orginizations to help the changed when she came up with an idea similar to those internal gender swap clinics set up to help those afflicted with the men who ejaculate female eggs and women who ejaculate male sperms. They offered eggs and sperm to alternative couples who couldn't get pregnant or become surrogates in a way. They made a hefty profit off of their business and it was beneficial and supportive of all parties involved.
My wifes idea was a little less refined than that though, she figured that she could use her affliction to her financial advantage. At first I was stunned at her proposal, but after a week and the bills and the mortgage getting ever more late I could do nothing but agree to it.
I had become something I never would have dreamed of when we first shared our vows, I had become My wifes pimp. She had been "talking" with her clients about her situation and how it would have to change. Most of the clients were old co-workers of his or hers and even old friends, and friends of their friends or people who had answered the craigslist ads. She offered discounts to those who she had been feeding off of since the beginning. Most her clients abandoned her, calling her a whore while doing so. I quickly interevened whenever that happened and ended up fulflling the typical pimp role in our relationship.
She was happy, her customers were glad to pay her generously cheap fee and I scheduled and booked appointments according to her appetite and mood. She worked full time at the COC (communities of change) charity as one of the local managers as I alerted her to incoming customers. She even managed to get a legal license as a sex vendor because it was a crucial element of her condition.
It wasnt a secret what his wife was doing for money now and it was the worst thing I could ever imagine when even women and his neighbors would voice their support at how his wife had "overcome" her mutation and made it work for her.
He couldn't stand it. His wife had become more assertive, more cheerful, more independent. What was he useful for? he was just her pimp, or just another penis for her suck on. They didnt have sex anymore, it was mechanical and cold. She even treated him like nothing more than a piece of meat. He would wake up to his wife face fucking his cock, having coaxed it to erection in his sleep. She didn't even wake him anymore he would get off in her face and she would eagerly suck it down as she casually cleaned her pubic beard and dressed for her workday without even acknowledging him, he was simply a quick breakfast for her.
Everyday i grow more and more resentful. I've begun to engage in dangerous activities now. Things that could very well paint me as a target in the eyes of the I5. It wasnt uncommon to hear about rogue groups, or militias that sprang up as a result to combat the Infamous Five. The goverment so far was powerless or inneffective at best at trying to uncover the patterns or who the I5 really were. They were elusive and always looking for opportunities to set an example to those who boldly challeneged them.
A group calling themselves Defenders of Humanity had sprung up in the wake of the first city wide attacks, declaring open war on the I5. They were composed of local militias, ex-military and even a few mercernary groups. They declared they would stop at nothing to expose these terrorists and bring them to justice for all the world to see. It wasnt surprising to see how much support and media coverage this gained the Defenders of Humanity, however their new celebrity status would be their downfall.
It was during a benefit rally, a gathering of nearly every member of DOH in the entire country in Washington D.C. that the Infamous Five struck. The thousands of people marching in the streets had soon developed P-rashes. Panic spread quickly and the peaceful march became a riot. A very short lived riot, the I5 wanted to make an example of the DOH and any others that dared to oppose them, their changes were cruel and swift. Washington D.C. was flooded with nearly a hundred thousand new changed citizens all sharing the same horrible fate.
The I5 had changed them in a way to make them completely harmless and unable to ever continue mounting any form of resistence. Hundreds of thousands of confused and angry female holstein cows flooded the streets of Washington D.C. Each of them sporting an abnormally large milk filled udder.
After the DOH attack, all copycat resistance groups quickly vanished or ceased to exist. The fear of becoming cattle too much for them to bear. The chaos that ensued after the DOH attack was nothing short of astronomical. The large scale change even effected the economy of the entire nation, the effort to care for these changed citizen and to differentiate, I.D. and care for the new gigantic herd of milk filled holstein cows had taken a huge chunk of the goverment budget. Farms had been built to house and "rehabiliate" them, their families were able to visit and even share of a profit of their relatives milk production. These were special farms that were very careful to ID their cattle to make sure none of them would ever be sold off to meat processing plants.
Needless to say, alot of people gave up eating red meat for a long while. However resistence groups didn't entirely dissapear with the DOH attack. There were still a few underground movements who didn't parade around their activities. It was one of these that I became apart of. I was sort of an agent. I would help track new changes and record them in an encrypted database, the purpose was to track to the exact location of who and what was causing these changes. It was a risk, but dammned If I didn't want a piece of those bastards after what they did to his wife, to his marriage.
