Source: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51068839/
Note: This is pillas' own contribution to the series. It is a direct sequel from this section of the story:
https://legendsofbelial.net/viewtopic.p … 4487#p4487
The Infamous 5: The Cafeteria
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 and was a constant reminder of how easily mutable reality and humanity truly is.
My wife seemed to pass on 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 on 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 are 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 that there wasn't anything I could do, and she supported me. I couldn't bear 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 strangers 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 proposed 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 organizations to help the change 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 wife's 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 intervened whenever that happened and ended up fulfilling 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 wasn't 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 didn't 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 wasn't uncommon to hear about rogue groups, or militias that sprang up as a result to combat the Infamous Five. The government so far was powerless or ineffective 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 challenged 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 mercenary groups. They declared they would stop at nothing to expose these terrorists and bring them to justice for all the world to see. It wasn't 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 resistance. 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 affected the economy of the entire nation, the effort to care for these changed citizens and to differentiate, I.D. and care for the new gigantic herd of milk filled holstein cows had taken a huge chunk of the government budget. Farms had been built to house and "rehabilitate" them, their families were able to visit and even share 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, a lot of people gave up eating red meat for a long while. However, resistance groups didn't entirely disappear 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 damned If I didn't want a piece of those bastards after what they did to his wife, to his marriage.
It's been more than two years since my wife was modified, Nearly a whole year since I've been pimping her out to feed her new diet. She's become a more prominent member in the ever growing modified community, not just for her outstanding commitment to the numerous charities and foundations for the modified but also for her business set up to help those modified like her profit from their misfortune.
I had become tired of dealing with putting personals in papers or online, My wife had become frustrated when people would just answer the ads only to ogle at her modification and then become freaked out or scared or just laugh at her and then leave without payment or feeding her so she asked me to do something about it. I felt bad for her and relieved at the same time. It was the first time in months since my wife actually made me feel somewhat useful. My manhood was merely a snack to her now, no matter how much I came in her face it wasn't quite enough to meet her new dietary needs. She needed at least three or four large loads of semen a day or she became tired, dizzy and extremely hungry.
She explained to me once what happens when she gets really hungry, instead of getting an aching feeling in her throat and a rumbling of her stomach she feels an intense warmth develop in the pit of her stomach and travel gradually up her esophagus. When it reaches her throat it produces a feeling similar to when she used to get horny, only centralized between her eyes and not her legs. Her nose becomes super sensitive to smells and erects from it's clitoral hood, fueling her arousal/hunger. Her nose is fine tuned to detect the scent of any male in her vicinity, able to detect somehow the size and virility of any sperm producing organ in her sights just from the smell alone. Her mouth begins to water and she drools lubricant as her throat begins to ache and spasm in hunger. She says it makes her super aroused to go hungry, Her clit nose locked into a permanent erect state until she sates her hunger.
She explained to me that she was afraid of ever becoming so hungry that she would probably lose her mind. I shared the same concern so I bowed my head in despair as I put together a new plan to help her out.
I created a website and registered it with the local business authority in order to offer my wifes "services" to any paying local customer, any male or modified welcome as long as they pay a small fee. A full medical bio was put up about my wife's condition and how she needed to do this in order to live. Pictures of her modification and of her fully nude body were put up as well to those who offered "donations" or wished to become a part-time client. It started out small at first. Appointments were set up through the site after they paid the fee through a credit card, and he would work out the details of where they would meet to do the deed. My wife was grateful of the work I did and showed me extra appreciation that night of her first newly scheduled clients. She said they were wonderful people, and not like the sleazeballs she'd been sucking off for the past year.
As time went on the site grew and soon he was booking VIP appointments for an extra fee for those unwilling to wait three months for the next available open appointment.
What surprised me the most was how many of her new clients were actually modified themselves. I would often schedule appointments with a lot of women from a neighboring town who had been modified, large penises had replaced their vaginas and nipples giving them a total of three huge cocks each. A lot of their boyfriends and husbands left them after their change, leaving them with their own needs left unfulfilled. The site was soon flooded by requests for appointments with his wife by all these women seeking relief and comfort. My wife loved the new influx of customers and food, but asked me to only book one of the tri-dicked women once a day since they were very adamant at not only stuffing her face but "breast-feeding" her as well so to speak, which left her feeling stuffed and bloated. Soon the modified clients outnumbered the normal men on the site, even those modified from other counties and cities seeked out her services from word of mouth alone.
The site started to gather other attention as well, similarly sexually afflicted modified people started to write letters asking for employment or at least offer their services on the site as well. There were two other women from neighboring states that had the same mod my wife had who asked if they could possibly work alongside my wife. Soon our little business had grown, what was once just a side gig to provide money for us while I was laid off took off into its own full blown business.
The site featured bios of the three vagina faced women, my wife included as well as extra services from other "employees" we have featured.
There was the woman whose digestive system was modified so she could only ingest semen, like my wife and the other two women. However she got off easy as she looks normal enough besides her extra pouty lips.
There was another small asian woman that had grown an eternally erect eight inch penis that replaced her original pussy. However she had a pair of testicles attached to her dick the size of beach balls. She's often seen using her own balls as a seat since they're very large and durable. My wife was ecstatic when I "hired" the little asian girl with the humongous balls, and enjoys feeding from her as often as the other girls. It's strange, instead of an office water cooler the girls usually hang around the little asian womans large testicles and gossip with eachother in sign language while occasionally face fucking her permanantly erect dick. Sometimes I feel pity for her, but she's happy enough and she loves the girls as much as they love her. The other condition with the little asian woman is that all that mass in her testicles had to come from somewhere during her modification, and unfortunately it came from her arms and legs. She's completely limbless, not even stumps are left over from when her body absorbed her limbs to create her new balls. She's always sexually frustrated and helpless to relieve the pressure in her testicles so I took pity on her plight and hired her. The girls are always willing to help and she has her own bio on the site for those interested in her, surprisingly a lot of young men love to pay to help her out.
Another employee that we hired was a thirty year old man. I was reluctant to hire him at first but after I heard his story and of his modification I felt I had no choice. This guy probably had it the worst of all of them so far. Through the site he told me of his condition, he was a normal average thirty year old married man below the neck, but above his collar bone his head had been altered drastically. Attached to his neck was not a normal male head but an obscenely large pair of firm jiggly female buttocks. No sign of his former head was left in the expanse of apple bottom booty on his neck, no eyes, no mouth, no nose. He explained that there was indeed an extra anus on his face that had replaced his nose as well as a small tight upside down female pussy located just below it. His digestive system was similar to my wifes as well as the only thing he could ingest was semen, he said it didn't matter which orifice was used however and in fact preferred to "take it in the nose" as he called it. His original genitals remained and he was happy to help feed the girls as well while offering his own "services" to be met.
The last employee was a recent hire, she was a twenty year old girl. I was shocked that the I5 would drastically alter such a young girl until I found out her true story. She wasn't always a twenty year old girl, in fact she used to be a tall muscular man of thirty five. When her modification happened she lost nearly two feet in height giving her the miniscule stature of four foot five inches. She explained why she needed to work for the site as part of her modification included a clothing allergy, making her body itch and rash terribly if any clothing came in contact with her skin. And the other condition was that she could feed off of orgasms. Her metabolism has been rewired drastically, her body is locked in a constant state of intense sexual arousal. She described it as feeling like you're having sex every second of the day and just at the very peak of climax without ever going over. Masturbation only adds to her frustration and her body needs to orgasm in order to live. She doesn't ingest semen like the other girls, she feeds off of the sexual energy of her partner during sex and converts that into sustenance for her body somehow. She's a living sexual battery. The only way for her to climax is to engage in sex acts with another person, man or woman or whatever they may be just so long as there is body to body contact.
Even though my wife face fucks me daily, she has encouraged me to also help out the girls in their needs whenever I want to. She's encouraging me to fuck her friends and co-workers, it would be an absurd gesture if only what we were doing was just as so.
I've gotten more requests to sort through now, more and more modified people are requesting employment now and I've got to distinguish those from just people who want to pay to have sex and those that actually need it to live.
I had been neglecting my duties with the underground resistance against the I5 ever since the business had been taking off and completely forgot I was ever a part of it. My life was going to take a drastic turn once again after a mole had alerted the I5 to our past tracking attempts and the I5 were on a path of revenge to personally attack all those associated with the underground resistance, my name and address still was one among thousands in their now I5 hacked database.
I ended up buying a warehouse out in the industrial district. We had taken on more employees and more income than we could handle in such a short amount of time.
I had given our business an official name. The Cafeteria, my wife thought of it, said it was a proper name for the people that worked there although the concept was sort of in reverse so to speak.
Speaking of my wife, we've sort of grown a bit distant, the only time we even interact anymore is when we go to bed and she uses me to get her bedtime snack and a small bit of breakfast in the morning. She rarely even tries to start conversations anymore and I feel like I'm sleeping next to a stranger. It's been nearly two years since she was last romantically intimate with me. I feel as if she only stays with me out of some strange obligation she feels because we're married.
I've actually started seeing Mindy more and more behind my wife's back. Mindy was one of our first hires, she was the woman whose digestive system was changed to only ingest semen and her lips were large and swollen. Besides a slight lisp however she was an extremely intelligent person to talk to and I found myself falling in love with her the longer I spent time with her. I now craved to hear her speak about anything she had to say, I was in love with her voice. I guess the mind wants strange things once you've become deprived of it for so long. I felt guilty and ashamed every time I snuck off during Mindy's breaks and asked her about her day or what book she was reading just so I could hear her voice.
Mindy was a physics major in college before her change, a shy bookish girl with barely any sort of sex life. She was a shoo in for educational scholarships and won awards with her groundbreaking thesis papers. When she was changed it had ruined her life. She thought of suicide often while she forced herself to perform blowjobs on the teachers and classmates that were once proud and jealous of her. Mindy was distraught at how quickly people tried to take advantage of her new affliction, her intellect meant nothing to them, people now only saw her as nothing more than a cocksucking slut. She ran away from her home and school and found our ad online while looking for a meal and pleaded to me to hire her.
It was soon after I hired Mindy that the rest soon followed. I've added six new employees and the last one we hired was a good reason for us to expand.
It was shortly after I hired the young looking girl, who now referred to herself as the "energizer fuck bunny" that I hired two more afflicted people.
Samantha Jane was a mid thirties mother of four and doting housewife, She had been changed to become sort of like the male version of my wife. She was still a woman however her nose and mouth had sealed up completely and was replaced by a large permanently erect ten inch penis and a large pair of overfilled testicles. The penis resided in the spot where her nose once stood and the testicles where her mouth once was. Samantha had learned that her new face was very sensitive and just the jostling of her glasses perched on the end of her shaft was enough to send her over the edge. She had to have her glasses specially made with regards to her new appendage, however it still manages to set her off from time to time. Samantha was ashamed of her new endowment, and immediately hid away from her family in fear, she was ashamed of how she looked and how her new premature ejaculation problem would affect her family.
Samantha was worried how she could even breath or eat now that her mouth and nose no longer existed. She found however that she still retained a small pair of nostrils on either side of the base of her penis above her testicles. She felt her stomach turn painfully as she noticed a growing hunger and heat build up in her face. Her penis had become painfully hard and needy. It was after a very embarrassing trial and error that Samantha discovered how to eat in her new state. If she stuck the end of her penis in a liquid she could use what was left of her mouth muscles to suck up the liquid through her urethra. However no matter how many shakes and blended up foods she ate she still felt a hunger that ached from beneath her eyes.
It had been a week since her change that she went to her OBGYN to get a checkup and make sure nothing else had changed in her. Samantha had taken to wearing a large gray veil and hat to cover her change, it was obvious that something was wrong with her when they saw a woman walking around wearing a large veil but at least they wouldn't see her penis. It was while she was sitting in the stirrups that she started to become anxious, ever since she had entered the office she had been finding it hard to ignore the sensations emanating from her face. It was like her penis was getting harder and more needy, she felt extremely horny that beads of pre-cum literally dripped from her tip. She cried in frustration when she came all over the inside of her veil. As she calmed down however she felt her arousal grow more even after she blew her load, her throat pulsed with intense hunger as she smelt something spicy in the air. She was about to run out of the office when the doctor opened the door.
The OBGYN doctor was shocked at the sight before her, like many of her patients she was one of the afflicted by the I5, It was becoming more and more prevalent that people that were changed had come in to get themselves checked out. The Doctor however was also changed, a young woman in her late twenties she had been changed to have a large horny vagina in the middle of her cleavage with a large sensitive clit right underneath her neck. She was fascinated by this change and considered it pretty hilarious given her profession but took it in stride. When she walked in on her latest patient she was unprepared for what she saw. A woman who had a large penis growing out of her face trying desperately to remove herself from the stirrups while her face was covered in drying semen. The doctor moved forward in a hurry to try and subdue the patient and keep her from hurting herself as she grabbed both her hands when suddenly the penis faced woman stopped her struggling. The doctor stared down into the bizarre womens perverted visage when it once swift movement the women's head lunged towards her and impaled her penis right in between the glistening vagina in the doctors chest.
The doctor was taken off guard at the sudden intrusion and was paralyzed in shock at the sensation of being penetrated by a large fleshy cock deep in her chest, a sensation she soon found herself enjoying greatly. Meanwhile Samantha had finally learned what it is that she found herself so desperately hungry for, she could actually taste the delicious female lubricants in the Doctor's needy pussy all around her cock, she sucked some in with her urethra and the rest was absorbed right through the skin of her penis.
Samantha had spent nearly an hour as she face fucked herself in between the young doctors cleavage, the doctor had become a willing particpant to her patients eagerness a while ago. The doctor had climaxed many times from her vaginal bosom and had passed out while Samantha dragged the head of her cock around the doctor's breasts to suck up the stray beads of feminine cum. Embarrassed by her actions she quickly wrote a note apologizing for actions and ran from the OBGYN office.
She had found "The Cafeteria's" flier online and what we offered and sent an application and a plea for help. Samantha seems to have developed some sort of strange relationship with my wife and the other cunt-faced women. They love to take turns feeding from her and to have Samantha feed from them. It's often that I find that my wife sometimes doesn't come home at night and I'll often see her coming into work at the Cafeteria in a carpool with Samantha and the three other pussy mouthed women. I think they're becoming somewhat dependent on one another but I can't really find myself caring as I spend more and more time with Mindy.
The next employee we hired was a poor sap, I felt pity for him, her, whatever she is considered now. I guess he or she would be considered a hermaphrodite but the situation is kind of odder than that. She wasn't really much of a hire as more of a drop off and she doesn't get paid like the rest of the employees as she cant really care for herself anymore.
It was two days after hiring Samantha during opening while I wondered why my wife hadn't shown up to bed last night that I noticed a large blue duffle bag placed at the entrance of the warehouse's door. When I approached the bag however I was shocked as it started to frantically move. I stopped as I considered what kind of person would just kidnap a person and stuff them in a duffel bag and leave them.
I ran quickly to unzip the person from the bag. As I opened the zipper I was shocked once more by the musty smell that wafted out from it. It was like smelling the scene of an orgy, nevertheless I had to free whoever was in the bag. Unzipping the bag all the way revealed the form of the person inside.
Well person isn't really applicable anymore in her case, what was left inside was what looked like two female lower halves conjoined queen of hearts style at the waist, there was no head or torso or arms to speak of. In one of its two crotches there was a large dangling penis and testicles and below that a wet glistening set of vaginal lips. Besides the penis and balls there were no other defining male features. The pair of legs wriggled to and fro wildly as if confused. I got over my shock and helped it out of the bag as it struggled to stand on all four of its dainty feet, its ankles arching as if wearing invisible high heels. I stare at the sight of two lower bodies connected to each other as it gains its balance and wonder. The legs begin to slowly walk around as if studying its surroundings and wanders around idly searching, its asses jiggling enticingly. I look back into the duffel bag to find any means of identification, trying to avoid the parts covered in stray semen and sex juices. The only thing I find is a soggy vanilla envelope. I stare back at the legs as it walks around like some sort of bizarre cat-like creature. Inside the vanilla envelope is a barely legible letter with a simple sentence "Please take care of Steven '' and a picture of a young man and a woman smiling at a wedding.
Stephi is now sort of "The Cafeteria's" mascot, she gets booked her own clients and makes money for the cafeteria. She is looked after by everyone who works here, she is often seen lounging near Kila, the limbless asian woman with the giant cock and balls, massaging the woman's testicles on occasion and offering to relieve her needs. They have become very close, Stephi's behavior is almost catlike and it's hard to imagine the sexy pair of hermaphroditic legs as ever being a man once.
There are four more employees arriving today. All of their changes are similar and very drastic and I want to make sure they feel welcome here.
I had been anticipating these arrivals ever since I heard about the alterations to some poor women in Texas a while back. I kept tabs on them from time to time for my wife in case one of them somehow showed interest in our services.
The women were all altered similarly, I felt bad for them though since besides Stephi they were the most drastically altered victims of the I5 I've ever seen since the mass zapping during the washington rally, that reminds me I need to pick up some milk.
Unlike Stephi however they still retain their speech and hearing, whereas Stephi is all ass and cunts with no way of communication other than when she blindly rubs up against any person for want of affection. Stephi is fascinating to study, I wonder if the I5 had altered his mind or if there was any mind left in Stephi's body to have her act in such an animalistic way, her actions mimic that of a common house cat or maybe it's just Stevens way of coping with her new situation. Stephi uses Kila's enormous testicles as a makeshift bed every now and then when she's not seeing clients, Kila enjoys the companionship.
I watch Stephi curled up legs folded, knees facing each other on each of the bean bag sized testicles as the back door of the warehouse buzzer rings for entrance. I take a deep breath as I make my way towards the back door and greet the latest employees of the Cafeteria.
I'm greeted by a young man with a forlorn look on his face along with two other older men with similar faces. I greet them with a good morning but they only stare blankly at me with such pitiful expressions. I stand there awkwardly with my hand out for a handshake while I falter waiting for a reply. We stare at each other in silence for a few more seconds before one of the older men walks forward and looks me intensely in the eyes as if trying to read my expression.
"What is your name?" He asks, his voice is cold and hard which causes me to step back a bit. I stutter quietly and regain my composure.
"George Briggs sir" I answered. He stares hotly at my face as if engraving my name deeply into his memory.
"I'll remember that" He says cryptically as he turns away and takes his place behind the other older man. The sad looking young man regards me once again.
"I'm sorry about Samuel, he's worried about what we're doing. This was a hard decision to come to and you have to understand we still love and would do anything for our loved ones. It's just that financially we can no longer afford to...meet their special needs" The man struggled to say. As Samuel came forward once again and stood tense in front of me.
"I'll be keeping an eye on Carla daily, you hear me?! I expect you to abide by the details in our contract or else I will bring the hammer down on you so hard the entire state will feel it!" Samuel threatened while shaking a fist at me.
"Please sir, you must understand I didn't start this company for my own gains, in fact I'm the least paid person here! you must trust me when I tell you I'll abide by all the details and more in our contract. I serve not the people that pay for our services but the employees who work here" I explained.
"Bullshit! I know people like you. You dont think I've experienced this kind of crap before? It's not the first time I've seen someone try and exploit Carla because of her alteration. I've heard about the things they do to women like Carla and It's disgusting. What makes you so different?!" Samuel spat.
"Look sir, I don't know what you know about the Cafeteria but this entire organization was created as a way to help my wife who was also zapped. I did this entirely for her and when she started to organize community and charities for other altered people I felt it was my obligation to also help those with similar needs like my wife has. You can come in and ask any of my current employees how they are treated, They are free to leave any time they like but they choose to either live on premises or nearby because of how well they are treated and respected here." I offered as I motioned for him to come inside, Samuel looked at me with for once something close to remorse before his face hardened and he brushed past me tersely. The second older man looked up at me and smiled briefly before staring pitifully at a picture he held in his hands.
"Thank you sir...I know Gina will be in good hands it's just hard to let go of them, I've felt closer to her ever since her alteration but It's just gotten harder and harder to take care of our women...I wish I could do more for her...I...well..." He cut himself off as he struggled to say more.
"I'll just go get them, they're in the vans" The young man said before slowly shuffling towards two white shipping vans in the back parking lot. I couldn't quite see what he was doing in the van but he was taking a long time and I didn't want to rush him in whatever he was saying or doing, he seemed distraught enough as it is. The older man was staring intently at the picture in his hands as he held his grip tightly on the photo, I couldn't see it clearly but from the reflection it seemed like an old wedding photo. I felt for the guy and was about to offer some words of comfort when Samuel walked out the door. He walked towards me, and I braced myself before I was overtaken by a very tight and emotional hug. I stood there in shock while he started to weep into my shoulder.
"I...I'll call every day....please, I just want to keep hearing her voice...and If you ever need...need anything or, if she asks for anything don't hesitate to call me...I'll be here in no time" He cried into my shoulder, I stiffly patted him on the back and told him I would honor his wishes.
The young man came back and I soon got my glimpse of the women I had agreed to hire. At first glance calling them women or even human wouldn't make much sense since they no longer had any remaining feminine features or any defining human features either, besides one large human-like feature. That once feature made up their entire body in fact and it was very obvious what it was. Their entire bodies were restructured entirely until all that remained was what resembled a six foot long smooth human penis and testicles. It was truly the most bizarre sight even in this crazy I5 infected world. A literal pair of giant cock and balls was sitting in front of me and no less than four I was staring at in person.
Each of the giant male genitals had their own differences, the first one was a very dark tan with a light pink glans at its cock head. The second one was a very pale white and seemed to have a large mole on its right testicle. The third was a mocha brown color and the last one was just like the pale one with the difference being that while the other penises cockheads had the look of being circumcised this last one had its foreskin intact making for an even odder sight. I couldn't help but be slack jawed at the sight in front of me, it's not everyday you see a pair of giant human sized sentient dicks breathing right in front of you.
"James...I,...I'll missh You" A slurred female voice called out from the dark tan penis, its urethra moving oddly as it struggled to form words, however besides it's urethra nothing else moved. The young man who I presumed was James walked up to the dark tan penis and embraced it while he laid his head on its shaft and cried into it.
"I'm so sorry Gina...I'm so sorry" He cried, while "Gina" continued to try and sway his tears with her words of "I'll be alright" and "I'll always love you" It was a tender sight no matter how bizarre it seemed as he continued to embrace the giant dark prick. The older man moved towards the penis that was uncircumcised and gently peeled back the hood as if one would a veil at a wedding, obviously familiar with doing this before.
"I'll always love you Kayla...dont forget that. You'll always be beautiful to me no matter how you look. I feel in love with your soul...not your body" The man said gently as he craned his neck up and kissed the slit of the cock passionately and unashamedly. As he pulled back, I could only hear a small whisper of "I love you" come from the prick before its hood fell back over the glans of its head.
Samuel moved away from me and regarded the pale skinned penis and stared at it for a while before engaging it in the same strong hug he had given me. His hands had encircled the shaft as he rubbed its flesh affectionately. My eyebrows raised as I heard a cute feminine giggle from the tip of its cockhead. Samuels strong show of affection soon had another reaction, one that only comes natural when one strokes passionately at a penis. Carla's neck began to lengthen and harden slightly at Samuels strokes, a girlish moan was heard before Samuel gasped and stepped back. Samuel blushed and began to apologize to Carla before she shushed him and thanked him for his display of love towards her, her words slow and sluggish in her erect state. I couldn't help but notice though that the last penis with the mole was all by itself and no one to console it. The rest were preoccupied with their family so I took it upon myself to introduce myself.
I walked up to the large immobile penis and stared for a moment, how does one introduce yourself to a dick? I've become used to seeing the sight of penises nearly every time I walk into work now but seeing one at such a size and stature was truly something else. The women looked nothing more than a disembodied pair of cock and balls, no eyes or mouth were left but they could still hear and speak albeit with a lisp. I tentatively reached out my hand and petted its shaft before I pulled back, the skin was very warm and felt like my own penis would feel. The large dick made no movements, besides becoming giant phalluses they were also completely paralyzed, the only movements being when they became erect or when they became soft like any normal penis.
"Umm...Hello...My name is George, I'll be taking care of you from now on...can you tell me your name miss..." I trailed off and left the rest for her to pick up. The only response was a harsh female laugh.
"That's funny, calling me a miss, is that a joke" The penis said bitterly.
"I'm sorry, I don't know your name yet...I'm trying to get to know you" I explained.
"So what? You can use me like some pet? Like a sex toy for your amusement? Or like some perverted spooge cow? I know how you people are, no matter how many times Gina told me you would be different...you don't know what I've been through...WHat they did to me" She screamed harshly at me grabbing the attention of the other men.
"I keep asking for anyone, to just fucking end my life and kill me but no one has the balls to do it. HAHAHA I've got the biggest fucking balls and I cant do shit about it" She laughed. I stepped back as Samuel stepped forward.
"Michelle, Please calm down...I've been inside, they're different. I know that what you've been through can never be forgotten. I can't forget what I saw either...but I've seen them, I've spoken with the people in there...they are different...they'll honestly take care of you I swear!" Samuel pleaded towards who I now learned was Michelle.
"I trust you Sam, but...I...can't go through that again...It was too much for me to bear...please Sam, promise me that if something happens to me that you'll ...let me finally go...please Sam...don't leave me here without finally promising me that!" The penis yelled. Samuel looked down sadly, even though the cock had no eyes he was afraid to meet its gaze.
"I...I promise you Michelle, '' he swore mournfully. The exchange was intense and emotionally exhausting. I couldn't help but feel strongly about myself if I was ever in a situation like hers. The mood had gone very dark and I decided to break up the silence once more.
"Well. I promise Michelle that I'll do everything in my power to make sure you feel at home and loved...I'm more than sure You'll find our establishment to be nothing like you've experienced." I promised. Michelle however chose to remain silent. I sighed and began to explain our accommodations for the women and where they would be staying and how they would be taken care of.
As the men wheeled in the women on specially made carts I turned back to the empty parking lot and regarded an odd feeling like somewhere I was being watched. I saw nothing in the distance but empty parking spaces and abandoned industrial warehouses. I shaked off the feeling and went inside, not knowing that that feeling was the only warning I would get about my inevitable fate.
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