"And So It Begins..." by Zach

I sat on the wall after class, nervously fingering the box and swinging my legs. It was the first day of school after spring break and had been one of the most stressful I'd ever endured. I hadn't dared carry the box around with me all day in case I misplaced it or someone thought they might borrow it, and that meant leaving it in my locker. That turned out to be an even worse plan - I was on the edge of my seat throughout every lesson, worrying that someone would break into my locker and take the box. It was irrational anxiety and I knew it: the lockers were all well-protected with combination locks, and it was vastly unlikely that anyone would ever keep anything in there which was particularly valuable. Plus it was a good school; everyone was pretty honest in general and we'd only had a very few incidents if theft in all the time I'd been there.

I was waiting for Karyn, my best friend of longer than I'd care to mention. In fact, I'd been waiting to talk to her for over a week, but she always spent spring break with her parents in their caravan in the mountains and we had no classes together this year, so this was the first chance we'd had to get together for a while.

Finally, I spotted her strolling towards me across the yard. She was wearing her usual get-up of scruffy old slacks and her favourite worn old green jumper. Her short red hair was in its normal unruly state and she displayed her quirky grin as she spotted me slouched on the wall. The overall effect, I thought, was pretty cute. I'd always thought she was cute, but we'd never been more than friends. There are some friendships you just don't want to complicate.

When she finally reached me, she leapt up onto the wall with somewhat more ease than I'd managed earlier.

"Hey, Jon-boy! How's it going? Good break?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Was okay. You?" I asked.

She shrugged, "You know, same-old, same-old. There's only so many snowy mountain peaks you can gaze at in wonder in a lifetime. I might have to give the old spring break tradition a miss next year and just hang out with you."

I grinned. "That'd be nice. Save me from couch-potato-dom."

"Anything of interest to report while I was away?" she asked.

"My grandfather died." I stated matter-of-factly.

Her face fell, "Oh, Jon, I'm so sorry. I know you were close. What happened? He wasn't all that old, was he? I thought he was off on one of his expeditions just a few months ago."

I shrugged slightly. "Heart attack, apparently."

Karyn frowned. "You don't seem overly upset."

I took a deep breath and took the plunge. "That's because I'm not convinced he's actually dead."

"I presume we're not talking adolescent denial here," she asked, with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, how can they diagnose a heart attack with no body?"

"Oh, there was a body, I'm just not sure it was him." I realised I was probably giving her images of mutilated corpses or worse, but I was genuinely nervous about what I was about to show her.

"Erm. Then what makes you think..." she started, obviously somewhat bewildered.

"This." I interrupted, holding up the box. It was fairly unimpressive, about one inch by four and an inch deep, made of plain dark wood with a few obscure markings carved into it.

"What is it?" she asked, intrigued. I think I was probably playing up the cloak-and-dagger stuff too much, but it was quite mysterious, after all.

"It's my inheritance." I opened up the box. Inside was a rather crumpled piece of paper and a rather unusual, if plain-looking, stone. The stone was slightly metallic, rather like haematite, but with a reddish hue to its surface, rounded, flattish and about an inch across. "Read the note," I instructed her. She did so, with much eyebrow-raising in the process. The note was from my grandfather and what it said was this:

Dear Jon,

If you are reading this, it means I have passed on. Do not mourn my leaving; although we shall no longer be able to spend time together, be happy knowing that where I am now is just a new start and a different perspective than before and that I shall just look at it as my next great adventure.

The stone you find in this box is my legacy to you. Treat it with care, it does not look much, but has immense power. I have entrusted it to you, as my favourite grandson and friend, to be its keeper and guardian now that I am gone.

I found the stone on my latest expedition to South America and I believe it to be of Incan origin. How it works, or where it came from beyond that, I have no idea. All I can tell you is how it works and trust you to use it wisely.

Bear with me on this next bit; I know it sounds fantastic, but trust me when I tell you that I am telling the truth. All I say is real and it will not take much experimentation for you to prove it.

While holding the stone against your flesh (I recommend just holding it in your hand as the simplest approach), simply use the words 'I wish' followed by whatever it is you want the stone to do. There is no limit to the number of times you can do this, as far as I can divine, but beware for the words of a wish can be reinterpreted but not changed once the breath is over. The stone has great power, but is not unlimited. Changes made will be as if it has always been so, apart from for those within earshot of the wish or out of the range of influence of the stone. This range I estimate at several miles, but I fear I have not been able to determine an exact figure.

I must go now. Use the gift I have given you wisely, and think of me often.

Your friend, always,

Grandpa.

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Karyn finished reading the note and looked at me accusingly. "Is this a wind up, because it's not funny if it is?" I shook my head. "You can't be serious. If this note is real, your grandfather faked his own death or something similar and has left you a magic Inca stone which grants wishes."

I nodded. "Yep."

"And you expect me to believe that?"

"Yep."

"Not a chance." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I mean, I'm as open minded as the next girl, but this is just plain silly."

"See that branch?" I indicated a piece of wood that had fallen off one of the nearby trees. I grasped the stone in my hand. "I wish the bark on that branch was blue."

I was used to the sensation by now; it was like momentarily getting something in your eye, forcing you to be unable to look at the object the wish was affecting. Karyn was obviously a little taken aback by the strange sensation.

"Hey, weird, it was like..." Then she caught sight of the branch. Which was bright blue. "Holy shit!"

"Impressive, huh?"

"My god, it really works!?" She was agape.

"It does indeed. Wanna see the scary part?" I grasped the stone again and wished for the branch to be red.

Nothing happened.

"Why didn't it work?" asked Karyn, looking puzzled.

"Because it was contradictory to a previous wish. Basically, you can't undo wishes, which is what makes this thing so scary to me."

"You aren't kidding, that is scary!"

"There is, however, some room for movement: I wish the branch was very dark blue." The sensation was felt by both of us again and when we looked, the branch was indeed a dark, almost black blue, which was a lot more innocuous than the bright blue it had been moments ago. "So, you see I was able to make a new wish which didn't contradict the old one and have it work. The branch is still blue. However, if I was to try and move the branch back to its previous brighter blue, that would fail as it contradicts the latest wish."

Karyn was clearly astounded. "This is great. Scary but great. We can have lots of fun with this."

I wasn't so sure. "I dunno, Karyn, it seems very dangerous to me, I'm thinking of just locking it away and throwing away the key."

"You can't be serious. You have the most amazing discovery ever, and you want to lock it away. How about this: how about we try it out for a while and if anything disastrous happens or looks like happening, then we'll decide to put it somewhere safe."

She was making a reasonable amount of sense. "Okay. We'll use it for a week, but not for anything drastic. We'll have a little fun and nothing more. Agreed?"

"Sure thing. Can I have a go?" I knew she'd ask, and I'd never had any intention of saying no, but she did seem a little over-excited about it. In the end I knew I trusted her and handed over the stone.

Karyn fingered the stone, passing it from hand to hand, feeling its smoothness. The first thing she tried was wishing the branch back to light blue, with no success as I had predicted. She was just contemplating changing the colour of her shoes to better match her old slacks when we were interrupted by a high-pitched laugh.

Sarah McMillan, head cheerleader and class-A bitch, was wandering across the yard followed by her usual entourage of drooling, overmuscled football players and other assorted testosterone-fueled flunkies.

Karyn was unimpressed. "Can you explain to me why men are so shallow? Everyone knows that McMillan is a total bitch and yet, because she has blond hair and big tits, every guy in the school spends half his life dribbling down her cleavage."

"Not every guy," I noted, although I had to admit that Sarah wasn't bad to look at, even though I'd never associate myself with someone with such a untrustworthy character.

"Okay, most guys. There's only one of her; why can't she just pick one and let the rest of us have a go?" She sighed.

I grinned. "Got your eye on anyone in particular?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She scowled at me. "No. Just a general feeling. God, I wish I had long blond hair and big boobs and maybe then I'd get some of the attention."
I think it dawned on us both at the same time what she had said and we just looked at each other, a look of slight shock on our faces, but it was much too late by then. I found I had to look away from Karyn, as I got something in my eye, or so it seemed.

I knew pretty much what to expect when I looked back, but it was still weird.

To be honest, the breasts weren't really noticeable. Karyn always wore her favourite baggy green sweater and I was really pretty much in the dark as to her bust size before the wish, but presumably they hadn't counted as 'big', at least in her mind. The hair, however, was a different story. It was not only light blond and lying gently across her shoulders, but more shockingly, perfectly straight. It was not, in my opinion, a look which suited her, but then I didn't suppose for a moment she'd been serious with her hastily spoken wish.

Karyn looked down, pulled at her bra and lifted a lock of yellow hair to take a look at it. "Fuck."

"Indeed. This is why I wanted to lock this thing away. This sort of thing was bound to happen." I sighed.

She shrugged and then looked disconcerted at the new things obviously going on in her bra. "Could have been worse. I could have wished..." She realised she was still holding the stone. "Never mind. Here, take this thing back before I mess up some more." I took the stone and put it back in the box, out of harm's way.

"We could make some more wishes to try damage limitation. You were pretty vague." I noted.

"No. At least not yet. Let me go home and sleep on it - on my back - and decide what's best. I don't think now is the time to be rash." With that she was up off the wall and walking away. "Meet me here again tomorrow," she called back before she disappeared around the corner.

I looked down at the box and shoved it in my pocket. I decided that tomorrow I was going to leave it at home, well-hidden from Mom. I figured it was less likely to cause more trouble if it was less directly accessible.

I looked around the now deserted yard and decided it was time to slope off home. Tomorrow was a new day and there was only one way to find out what it would bring...

"The Rise of the Infamous Five" by Monsta

The next morning Jon and Karyn began experimenting with the magic of the stone. They learned how to use escape clauses and time limits to limit the damage of the stone's volatile magic. Eventually they were able to find a way to reverse Karyn's earlier careless wish and restore her to (mostly) normal. As the school year progressed onward they began doing more crazy things like swapping body parts, bodies, genders etc.

Little did they know that the more they wished, the more unstable the magic of the stone became. The 'undoing' clauses Jon and Karyn were so fond of were especially damaging, as they were contrary to the stone's nature. Just because Jon's grandfather had not found the limits of the stone, did not mean it had none. For example, the magic of the stone had once had the power to move the cosmos, but now could only influence a few square miles. The stone had been forged long ago at the height of the old era, and though considerable energy had been put into the stone, the stone has since suffered considerable use and the magic of the old ways was but a shadow of what it once was.

After high school graduation, Jon and Karyn decided to wish themselves acceptance into a very nice college, with full scholarships of course. Sure, they could have just wished themselves a degree or money or even the knowledge the schooling would give them, but none of those things would be the same as having a real world college experience. Like most college experiences, Jon and Karyn's involved a lot of partying and alcohol consumption. Unlike most college experiences theirs also involved increasingly volatile magic.

On one particular evening in Jon's sophomore year these two different aspects of Jon's college experiences collided in a way that would forever change human history. As Jon was hanging out with his frat buddies on the fraternity porch, a few REALLY nice women just happened to be walking by. (Of course this college had an abnormally large number of REALLY nice women thanks to some previous work by Jon.)

At a pivotal moment in human history Jon drunkenly leered at the two women's bosoms and then made the following wish, 'I wish all the women on this campus would get more than two breasts.'

The stone glowed for the final time as the very last of its once vast energy came unraveled to grant Jon's last wish. The final magical item left over from the old era was finally expended; this was the end of magic.

For the stone's, and thus the magic's final act it did not simply give the two unfortunate women in Jon's line of sight more breasts, rather it slightly altered the sequence of events in the lives of a few nearby college students in a way that it would cause Jon's wish to come true. It altered the course of Five seemingly random college students to be exact.

Sure, Jon would get his final wish, but he and everyone else would get far far more. The era of magic may be over, but the era of the Infamous Five was just beginning.

"I5: Outbreak" by Monsta

It began as a research project on frogs. At least that's the "official" story. Five students at Luke University apparently stumbled across something while conducting research into frog DNA. The students had been working on mapping and breaking down the DNA of a particular South American frog when all of a sudden the updates they were giving their professors dropped greatly in quality, and then quantity. It was early May 2013 when they stopped giving updates altogether. It was around that time they are presumed to have discovered....IT. There is no official name for IT, but here were many names for IT. Names were usually things like the programmer, the remote, the zapper, or the box. In any case what IT did was an evil right out of some crappy sci-fi show. It was a watershed leap in power through science not seen since the creation of the atom bomb. And it was in the hands of five very, very disturbed college students.

The 5 students who built IT have since gained international infamy, but other than the original group of 5 that actually has IT, no one knows exactly how IT works. But everyone knows what IT does. The entire world has seen or heard about what it does.

It is somehow able to reprogram human DNA in an extremely specific way that causes radical mutations and transformations.

When the very first changes started, no one knew what to make of it. In fact, at first no one knew anything was wrong. It wasn't as if they hung around to explain their science project to their victims or gave reports to their instructors about their little side experiment.

The story of the Infamous Five wouldn't come out until later, but the story of their victims started innocently enough with some swollen breasts in a few college girls.

The exact time line and circumstances surrounding the "outbreak" of the first programming victims is not yet fully understood. Multiple studies agree though it started sometime in January 2013 with some girls at Luke University growing bigger breasts. The original victims were not even aware that they were victims. Before all this started if a young woman's breasts gained a couple cup sizes over a few month period she probably wouldn't be terribly alarmed.

Depending on her previous size she might even be happy. If she thought about a reason at all, she might consider it either a growth spurt or maybe weight gain from the freshman 15 she had heard about from other students.

Medical records subpoenaed by the FBI in later investigations found during the time period between January 1 2013 and March 31 2013 at least 15 young women reported to their doctors that their breasts had grown at least 2 cup sizes over the last few weeks or months. The doctors examined the women, ran thorough blood work, but never found anything wrong.

The world continued on unaware.

But then late by March of 2013, 4 young women at Luke grew REALLY big breasts. EE cup and up. The 4 women did not know each other and they all ended up going to different doctors, so nobody was aware of a pattern developing at that time. The doctors all diagnosed macromastia, which had always happened in a small percentage of women.

Again, the world continued onward.

But then any semblance of normalcy was forever broken in April 2013, when 7 girls at Luke grew ADDITIONAL breasts. Four girls grew a third breast between their normal two; three girls grew an extra pair of identically sized and shaped breasts below their original ones. It was THEN that people knew that something was really wrong, but nobody knew what exactly was going on. The medical term for women having extra breasts is Polymastia. There was no medical term for women GROWING extra beasts! Even regular polymastia was extremely rare prior to this and up until then had almost never produced extra breasts in such symmetrically perfect sizes and body locations. In fact the most frequent location for an extra breast had actually been a small one in an armpit. On top of all that, these new breasts had clearly appeared out of nowhere on their bodies with no prior history of extra breast tissue in the victims.

Two of the victims, Angie Brenner and Trisha Young gave interviews on Anderson Dooper. Angie now had three D cup breasts on her chest now, all in a row. The outline of both her cleavages was clearly visible even though she had on a heavy shirt for the interview. She had no idea how or why this had happened to her. She described getting a small bump in between her breasts one day, which she just assumed was a pimple. But a couple days later the pimple was not only bigger, but had a ring of puffy skin around it. She scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist. But by the time her appointment came, the growth had clearly formed into a third nipple. She went to her dermatologist but he only diagnosed her with supernumerary nipple, and told her it was not common, but not rare either. She tried to explain that it had suddenly appeared a week ago, but he dismissed her fears and said it was probably always there, but hormonal changes or stress brought it to the surface more. She said she went home and tried to get on with her studies, she could always get the third nipple removed later. But within a week the area beneath her new nipple started to swell. And within two weeks she had a third breast, easily an A cup. Within a short time after that it was well on its way to matching her original two when she ran into another girl in her dorm wearing a heavy sweater on a warm day. Angie said she could tell the girl had three boobs like her from the indent in the sweater. She said she confronted the girl, who was very shy, and she told her about her own growth. After that the shy girl admitted to Angie that she had in fact suddenly grown a third breast. Angie and the girl who preferred not to be named went back to Angie's doctor to confront him with this new evidence, but by then at least two other girls had been to see him with supernumerary breast growth. He had ran tests on the other girls and promptly ran tests on Angie and the shy unnamed girl still had no idea what the cause was.

Trisha Young described a similar experience, but her changes were slightly different. Trisha had grown a second pair of C cup breasts right below her original C cups. The bottom curve of her upper breasts rested against the tops of her lower breasts. Unlike Angie, Trisha was not shy about showing off her new assets. She wore a low cut top that showed off ample cleavage, but her shirt had a circular opening in the middle which also allowed people to see her lower cleavage. She admitted that she greatly appreciated all the new attention she was getting from guys.

The next phase of the initial "outbreak" produced a LOT more breasts on a LOT more women. Before long, all the female students at Luke were in a panic as breasts grew and/or multiplied all over their bodies. Some women grew as many as eight breasts, four pairs of them taking up their entire front torso! Others had extra breasts grow in more unusual places such as breasts on their backs, a single breast jutting from their crotch, or breasts sprouting from their knees. A few really unlucky women had some of their body parts take on breast like characteristics. One girl reported her ass cheeks growing big nipples and swelling out. Another girl had a small nipple appear on each of her face cheeks, and her cheeks became swollen, effectively giving her face breasts. There was even an unconfirmed report of a freshman girl getting a nipple on the tip of her tongue, and her tongue became slightly breast-like.

There was no record of any woman who got changed having direct contact with anyone or anything unusual. Their diet, medications, sexual partners, medical histories and family histories were scrutinized for clues. No one suspected 5 fellow students with radically advanced technology. It wasn't like the Infamous 5 wore villain costumes and pointed green ray guns at victims out in public. One of the eventual nicknames for the unknown device was "the remote", because you never saw the attacker in person.

In fact, the only evidence the women had been tampered with in any way before undergoing changes was the appearance of a 3/4 inch diameter circular rash somewhere on their bodies. The rash was similar to a radiation burn and faded away over the course of 7-10 days. People eventually started calling them "P rashes". Once somebody got a P rash they had no idea how they would change, only that they would.

By the time of graduation it was evident nearly ALL women on Luke's campus had a so called P rash and were rapidly developing various types and degrees of mammary changes.

Everyone thought at the time it was some sort of virus. It was dubbed "nipple-pox" by the media.

The National Guard, USAMRID, the CDC and the FBI completely closed down the entire Luke Campus area shortly before graduation and thoroughly searched every inch of the area. But no evidence of anything out of the ordinary BESIDES all the female students having multiple and/or multiple extra breasts was ever found. Besides many women who had been on campus had fled in the initial phases of "outbreak", so if it had been a virus it would have spread beyond campus already.

Graduation commenced a few days late. The female students on hand to collect their degrees all had to wear greatly oversized robes in a vain attempt to hide their new additions. There were of course no bras for their now unique bodies, so a lot of loose and visibly jingling breasts paraded across the graduation stage.

And then the breasts stopped appearing. For a brief period of time that seemed to be the end of it. The women at Luke had grown a lot of boobs. It was very weird, sure, but not the end of the world. The changes had supposedly been contained by our glorious government, or at least that's what they told us. So, sending off the samples to the lab for further study and packing up was the order of the day.

The victimized and now breast covered Luke women were terribly upset of course, but as women with big and/or multiple boobs they found plenty of men MORE than willing to help them feel better. There was a flurry of nude photo shoots of course, which set online sales records. Playboy had a special edition that attempted to capture one of each type of modification. They appeared in numerical order of breasts. The issue started with girls that had just had their regular two boobs enlarged, and then went on to women with three breasts, then four and so on.

If my wife Tina had ever caught me with that issue, she probably would have castrated me. (Sadly, news of little old me, Tom Halverson getting castrated wouldn't even make the news these days.) Tina thought that showing these multiple breasted women all over the news and TV was "disgusting".

With classes over for summer the transformed women of Luke returned to their hometowns. They got a lot of attention at first but then people all over got used to seeing multiple breasted women.

It was remarkable; even after an ordeal like that people just went about their daily lives. People apparently just accepted a woman growing a bunch of boobs is something that could happen for no apparent reason. Even the women who were now literally saddled with permanent daily reminders of their being altered into something different than normal went back to their studies at Luke in the fall.

But the false sense of normalcy was to be short lived...

"I5: We Are The Infamous Five" by Monsta

In late October 2013 twelve young women in Des Moines Iowa grew horse penises. Yes, twelve random young women ages 24-31 grew huge, fully functional horse penises!

Unlike the breasts THIS could not be spun as normal by any doctor or scientist. My wife and I were in a panic as the news broke, what the FUCK was going on?!?

The Luke breast incident was quickly overshadowed by these new transformations. Now people really had a reason to panic. There was no medical reason for this! No medications or viruses or whatever could be blamed for a human woman to acquire a full penis from a totally unrelated species.

Around this time the suspicion of the day for our glorious government leaders was "environmental contamination". It was pseudo-science spin for we have no FUCKING idea. Much in the same way global warming is used to explain ANY form of weather, generic "toxins" and phosphates in the drinking water get blamed for everything else.

I had watched one of the horse penis women named Allison Banks give an interview on GNN. She looked like a normal, relatively pretty blonde woman except for the obvious big bulge in her trousers.

She told the interviewer about her ordeal, and how hard it was for her and her husband to adapt to her changes. Her husband Shawn was there and had his arm around his wife for support, but you could tell he was in shock over his wife having male equine genitals. She started crying when she talked about her dream to have children being ruined. That pretty much confirmed that her vagina had been absorbed during the transformation, leaving only the horse penis.

I remember thinking at the time what I would do if my wife Tina suddenly had only a giant horse penis jutting from her crotch. It raised a lot of hard questions. Would we still have sex? If we no longer had sexual feelings for each other would we still stay in love? If we did have sex WHAT would we do for sex? Would I be ABLE to do any of those things to a....horse penis???

The Des Moines incident was investigated as well, but of course nothing turned up.

The five students must have been not only testing their device, but seeing what they could get away with. And as it turned out, they could get away with a lot. No one had any idea at that time how these things were happening. People least of all suspected five random college students with hyper advanced technology.

The student's discovery, whatever it was, was working beyond their wildest speculations. And even better for them, no scientist in the country had a clue what was going on or what to do about it. The bulk of the FBI had investigated the entire Luke campus and the city of Des Moines only to turn up NOTHING.

I was saddened to hear a short time later that Allison's husband Shawn had filed for divorce. I'm sure he still loved her. But I imagine he couldn't handle the thought of being sexual with her ever again. Sex is an integral part of a romantic relationship. No matter what people try to say about true love, and eternal love, and unconditional love without a foundation of sexual attraction humans have a hard time forming relationships beyond friendship. True intimacy between people requires the ability to BE intimate with each other.

The inability of authorities to even IDENTIFY their involvement only set up a pattern of increasing boldness. The Infamous Five's next step was sending out a letter to major news networks around thanksgiving 2013 boldly announcing their discovery as well as their intentions for it. It read as follows:

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Dear World,

We are the people you will soon refer to as the "Infamous 5". As you know, last spring there was an outbreak of unusual female breast development at Luke University.

We are responsible.

There were also four women in Des Moines who now find themselves equipped to breed their own racehorses.

We are responsible.

Among the many things your scientists and elected officials DON'T know is we have discovered a way to reprogram and alter the essential functions of human DNA. We intend to use this technology as we see fit. And it so happens we see fit to alter people at our sole discretion to test our new DNA codes as we come up with them.

Our experiments are intended not only to break not only the boundaries of DNA science but also test the limits of social science. For all of human existence we have treated others differently because they were different from us. We always have and still will love, or hate, or worship, or enslave, or fight, or fuck based on appearance. Well, now humanity will have a chance to see how it responds to appearance being.. malleable. How will you respond to someone you love becoming a different race? A different gender? A different species? How will your spouse, your family, your friends, or even your co-workers react as you become someone or something else?

Those of you who we select for reprogramming consider yourselves fortunate! Along with our experimental alterations we will include free of charge delightful gifts for you. This bonus new programming eradicates most genetic medical conditions. It greatly boosts the immune system, which eliminates the common cold as well as all known STDs. And it also promotes greatly improved overall health which should give you a long and happy life with your new body!

Also, once reprogrammed your new adaptive DNA will reject any future programming from us, so you need not worry about getting involved in a second experiment!

However, you will find yourselves unable to surgically reverse any of our changes, as we mentioned, we have also coded our programming to be adaptive. Any attempts to remove or alter one of our programming's will result in highly unpleasant mutations to occur. In fact, we cannot guarantee the mutations would be survivable. In short once you are programmed, accept your new form and enjoy the health benefits that go with it. You will NOT find any relief from medical science, and seeking it only endangers you.

To prove this communication is indeed from us and also to demonstrate our power, we will soon reprogram 100 women in the greater Atlanta area to have an "interesting" addition.

Enjoy!
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Of course, after that letter the infamous five were quickly identified as 5 missing students from Luke university. Investigators had assumed they had fled the early stages of the breast outbreak and never came back. The five names of the Infamous Five in record time became forever engraved into the history of hated and notorious human beings such as Hitler, Pol Pot, and Osama Bin Laden.

EVERYONE knew the names of the Infamous Five.

"I5: Black Friday Clearance" by Monsta

That Black Friday sure enough about a hundred women in the Atlanta area reported the same previously reported rashes apparently tied to "Programming", aka "P-rashes". Now that everyone knew what was going on the progress of their changes over that holiday season were documented on the news quite well. Not all the affected women wanted to be interviewed or studied of course, but there were at least a dozen women who happily bared their ordeal to the world, in exchange for money. Updates were given each morning by the major news networks; it was the story of the century at the time.

The first symptom reported was that the breasts began shrinking on the victims. The breasts of the affected women continued to shrink slowly day by day until even the bustiest of the women were completely flat chested. Next, their nipples faded away as though they had been mere rashes themselves. They interviewed 4 now breastless women on JBS news with the women totally topless to show the extent of the change they had undergone.

The topless women had been cleared by the FCC to appear totally nude from the waist up without any blurring or bars to hide their chests. It was the first time in history women appeared topless on network news. Of course the FCC allowed this because there was NOTHING on their chests to censor, not even nipples! It was quite disquieting to see living humans with bare, nipple-less chests. The breast-less and nipple-less women were very angry and upset during the interview obviously. They described themselves as being both "raped" and "robbed" by the Infamous Five. There may not have been any censorship of their naked chests, but there SURE was censorship of the many expletives that come out of their mouths towards the Five people who caused their situation!

As if that were not enough, a few days later their vaginas began to seal up! Before long their womanhoods sealed up and faded way as though they had been mere paper cuts. Only their urethra remained for urination purposes. The women were left totally sexless.

One of the de-sexed women a short while later convinced a doctor to surgically "restore" her missing vagina. Not only did the doctor only succeed in giving her a mutilated groin, it quickly sealed again! Worse, cow horns then grew out of her head!! Apparently the Infamous 5 meant what they said about the programming being irreversible. It also showcased how shockingly inferior our supposedly modern "medicine" was to this new tech the Five now had.

The sick bastards had described programming an "addition" to the women, but all the "addition" to their DNA did was prove the Infamous Five could take everything away.

"I5: Infamous, Invisible" by Monsta

Shortly after New Year, 2014, President Bama labeled the 5 Luke students "Bio-Terrorists" who were a threat not only to national security, but to all of humanity. He announced that not only were all five "bio-terrorists" the top 5 on the most wanted list, but he offered a record 100 BILLION dollar reward for their capture. Also, 50 Billion had been devoted to the study of the Five's victims to try to find a cure, and 65 billion had been allocated for NSA and CIA searches for the Five.

But, like all the other times President Bama gave a speech and spent taxpayer money, nothing happened.

A worldwide manhunt for the infamous 5 has still to this day not yet turned them up. The original professors and some other people involved in the original frog research all were investigated thoroughly, but no leads were found. Every possible scrap of data from the Luke laboratory was examined, but scientists were no closer to unraveling the secret of IT. Only the 5 original students to stumble upon the secret of IT know IT's secret. And no one knows where the infamous 5 are. Even reports of Guantanamo bay waterboarding on the people who had been near the infamous 5 yielded nothing. Extensive wiretaps and bugging of all friends and family of the infamous 5 had yielded no traces either.

The talking heads on TV theorize the 5 used their technology to alter themselves so they could not be identified, but talking heads on TV say a lot of things.

Many scientists studying the transformation victims announced that the technology necessary to perform these alterations was "well beyond" any known existing technology. Furthermore, the DNA science and medical science they theorized was necessary to make these reprogrammed DNA strands was well beyond anything 5 college students could reasonably possess. Therefore, it was assumed the students were getting foreign help and financing. A few more fringe people said it was aliens, a magic wishing stone, or visitors from the future. However most of those people found their tongues turning into penises, so they didn't say things like that or anything at all anymore.

The transformations only spread and grew wilder over time. Throughout the spring and summer of 2014 more and more transformations were reported from all over the country. Sometimes it would only be a single person or a couple, other times it was groups. A few times nearly everyone in a small rural community was transformed at the same time. The degree and type of transformations varied wildly as well. Over time it became clear that each individual of the infamous 5 was "into" different things. Worse, they had split up and EACH of them had a remote. P rashes would appear on opposite ends of the country on the same day within hours of each other. Also animal transformations tended to happen in a path that followed major roadways, while genitals changed in another path, etc. The P rash tracking when arranged by type followed 5 clear and distinct different paths of destruction.

It was evidence the Infamous 5 was alive, well, and always on the move looking for more people to experiment on.

"I5: The Horror Goes LIVE!" by Monsta

Over 200 men attending a local fair in South Carolina got P rashes, and shortly afterward all their body hair fell out.

Next, their nipples grew into full female nipples. Then of course their chests started to develop breast "buds" beneath the nipples and eventually they all grew into DD breasts. In a victim group this large there were of course WILDLY different reactions. Some men hid themselves in embarrassment, while other men showed off their new female cleavage with a strange sense of pride. A lot of the transformed men protested outside the white house demanding president Bama do more to find the infamous 5 and find a cure for programming. (No one knew at the time president Bama had his own problems, and shall we say, was already FULLY committed to finding a cure for programming.)

There was a famous photo taken at the protest of one of these boob men that appeared in "Moment" magazine. It showed the man holding a protest sign while wearing a halter top with his wife standing next to him, but she was OBVIOUSLY looking down at his very female cleavage! There are two reasons why this photo became iconic. Firstly, he had bigger tits than she did by far; secondly, it was the look on the woman's face that said it all. She seemed to appear horrified, shocked, confused, and slightly jealous all at the same time! Her face summed up exactly what a woman would think if her husband suddenly grew big female breasts.

Studies of the boob men found that the breast tissue was designed to respond to testosterone instead of progesterone/estrogen. That explained how the men were able to maintain full female breasts on their otherwise male bodies without altering their hormones and causing other side effects.

On that same day the P rashes appeared on the soon to be mammary sporting men in South Carolina, 20 men and 20 women walking around Bourbon Street in New Orleans Louisiana found P rashes on themselves. Almost all of the victims had been couples, but a few had not been. Over the next few weeks the women grew penises and testicles while the men grew vaginas and uteruses. The rest of their bodies remained the same, but they had swapped reproductive systems.

Blood tests revealed that despite having opposite sex organs their sexual hormones remained the same. The men's new ovaries made testosterone, and the women's testicles made estrogen. So, like the boob men these victim's modified bodies had also been designed to maintain secondary sex characteristics. The women weren't going to grow beards and the men weren't going to grow breasts, the victims would retain the outward appearance of their original gender. Only their genitals changed, nothing else would.

From an outward appearance with their clothes on, you couldn't even tell they had been transformed, unless of course you looked really closely and noticed a bulge on the women and a lack of a bulge on the men. I remember my wife asking how I would handle it if we swapped like that, and I made a crack about me always having a headache or being on my period when she asked for sex. People at that time often joked about the wild changes happening all over the country. It was a way to avoid bringing up far more disturbing questions. Deep down though, these disturbing questions were things everyone was thinking about.

After the New Orleans gender change most of the affected couples set up Tweeter accounts to broadcast their plight to the public. My wife and I followed a few of the people from the New Orleans change to our Tweeter newsfeed.

Following this live on Tweeter was surreal. To hear of crazy shit on the news is one thing, to see real people dealing with such a surreal situation in real time was very unsettling. Their daily tweets really gave an insight into how this was affecting them and their relationships. It was far more intimate than listening to generic "public statements" and stupid theories on the TV. The victim's reactions varied wildly. Some could handle their new lot in life with ease, some couldn't.

One of the couples I followed was Tanya and David Hathaway. They were a newlywed couple who had gone to New Orleans for a joint bachelor/bachelorette party for an engaged couple they knew, Jason and Bethany. They suspected they got hit while they were at Spirits bar doing rail shots. Tanya and David had been victims of course, but interestingly the bride, Bethany to be got zapped while her fiance Jason did not. Instead the best man, a close friend of the would be groom named Josh got hit. This mix-up helped point the attack down to Sprites bar, because at that time the bride was sitting next to Josh at the bar along with Tanya and David. Jason the groom had gone to the ATM two blocks away to get cash without paying a surcharge. Whoever was doing the programming must have mistaken Bethany and Josh as a couple. They soon also joined tweeter and I ended up adding Bethany, Jason, and Josh to my newsfeed.

Tanya and David had gotten married in April 2014. Bethany had been in Tanya's wedding because they had been friends since childhood. Bethany of course had to have Tanya in her wedding too, which was going to be in the fall. Tanya and David had just bought a house and been planning to have a baby after Bethany and Jason's wedding because Tanya was in the wedding as a bridesmaid. All of them plus several more couples had all flown down together to New Orleans expecting a wild joint bachelor/ bachelorette party. They got the wild party all right, but Tanya, David, Bethany, and Josh all got something extra.

In their descriptions of the event, after they flew home, Tanya and Bethany both reported their clitorises were swollen. Josh and David were having trouble getting erections and their penises seemed to be getting smaller. Obviously aware of the Infamous 5, they checked themselves for P rashes and were alarmed to find them on their necks. There was nothing that could be done; their genitalia were on an irreversible course to the "other side".

From their tweets it was clear Tanya and David still planned to have children, despite their changes. Of course though David would be carrying and delivering the baby instead of Tanya. I enjoyed seeing tweets from the young couple. They had been suddenly and radically transformed in a key part of their anatomy that was central to their identity, yet they remained optimistic and committed to each other. In the early tweets they talked of Tanya helping David adjust to his new female anatomy, which obviously required a lot more upkeep than his old one. She explained to him all about how to wipe, how to properly wash it, helpful tips on periods, etc.

One of the more hilarious tweets was from David after one of their first times being romantic together after the change. He remarked: "Just had my first female O and WOW ladies do we have the better end of sex! Tanya says next time she's going to get me to go TWICE. Maybe having a vajayjay isn't so bad!"

Shortly after that Tanya tweeted: "Husband just announced his first time as a "girl" on Twitter apparently! In that case I'll say, ladies, give your man a break. Using this thing "well" is harder than it looks!"

They tweeted a lot of pictures of themselves together still smiling and seemingly happy. They frequently mentioned that they were determined to stay together and not let anything get in the way of their happiness. Their pictures reflected that. They uploaded pictures just like any other couple did. Unless you looked for it, you didn't really notice anything out of place on these two young love birds.

A picture of the two of them together on their vacation to Myrtle Beach was quite revealing of their new reality though. It showed Tanya, a cute young blonde woman in a pink bikini standing next to David, a tall black haired young man on the sandy beach. Tanya was a cute and slim woman with decent breasts and a great smile. David was fit, well-tanned and handsome. However, there was a very large bulge in Tanya's cute pink swimsuit that stole the focus of the whole photo. The couple had uploaded many photos before, but in this one you could not help but see the extent of their transformations. Evidently, the young newlywed bride was now packing some serious sausage! Also, looking at David's swim trunks it was very evident there was nothing to see but an ever so slight camel toe.

The tweets from Bethany and Jason were quite a bit more melancholy, and they didn't come out too often. When they did you could tell Bethany's new penis was putting a strain on their relationship. Bethany made several tweets alluding to attempted lovemaking with her fiance that didn't go over well. Jason often tweeted things like how he loved Bethany still, but he felt he couldn't get intimate with her anymore. In one unfortunate tweet, Bethany inadvertently let it slip that she was better hung than Jason now.

Her tweet read:" I still cannot find any decent underwear to accommodate my new "equipment". I have tried many different styles of panties but nothing has worked. I even tried Jason's briefs but I need more room than he does. I'm looking for any input BESIDES male boxers PLEASE!!!"

The tweet was taken down shortly thereafter, but the word was out that Jason was "less" of a man than his fiance.

Josh had been dating a girl when he suddenly found himself with a vagina. The girl did not stick around. Josh tweeted often how hard it was to pick up women when you have no penis. A lot of women on his twitter feed commented that they would be willing to date him, but none of them lived near Josh. In several tweets Josh mentioned he was considering going "gay", as in dating a man. People tweeted back that he shouldn't date a man just because he had a vagina now. If he's not attracted to men, and if the man's not attracted to him those relationships wouldn't work out either. They suggested he try strap on "toys" with his girlfriends to compensate for his missing penis.

Shortly after Josh's "gay" post, Jason and Bethany broke up. Jason felt terrible leaving Bethany, but he said he couldn't do anything "gay" and said he needed a normal woman.

About half of the original 40 New Orleans victims eventually split up or got divorced. Some people blamed the transformation for the breakups, but about 50% of normal relationships break up anyway so it's hard to say. It surely didn't help anyway.

But these poor people who sought happiness outside their relationship had a hard road to travel. The problem for those people who broke up is they now had the opposite genitals as normal people, but they still were the same sexuality they always had been. This was the situation that Bethany and Josh now found themselves in.

So women were attracted to men, but found most men unwilling to date a woman with a penis. Likewise, women didn't want a guy with a vagina. In essence, the New Orleans victims who either left their partners or were not with a partner who also got zapped were now incompatible with the gender they were sexually attracted to. They were faced with the choice of either dating someone the same as their APPEARANCE gender (i.e. a woman with a penis would have to date another woman who had a vagina.), or dating one of the other programming victims in New Orleans. Of course 20 victims were still with their victim partners, and 10 of those who were not were the same gender as them, so that really only left 9 people on planet earth that were available to them AND compatible to their new gender.

The date ability of the victims between each other who had NOT been together at the time of the incident was hampered even further because all but one couple in the New Orleans programming had been tourists. So they all ended up spread far apart. The dating misadventures of the ones who left their relationships such as Josh and Bethany were the most interesting to read from a social studies standpoint. The men with vaginas almost all hooked up with other men, usually an old friend, knowing full well they would now be effectively gay. However, as time went on both the men in these odd relationships reported being very happy. They had a best friend they could talk to and drink with, but also get sex whenever they wanted. They had the sex they wanted, but without any of the upkeep of a woman. The only downside of course is both men in these relationships greatly missed breasts. They often went to strip clubs together I assume.

The women with penises on the other hand hooked up with strange men on the internet who were into something called Futa. I looked it up on the internet, apparently it's a thing.

Regardless of relationship issues, having a male body with a vagina or a female body with a penis was affecting all of these people psychologically over time, and it showed in their tweets. The women spoke of feeling oddly empowered by their new penises, while the men referred to the new vulnerability they now felt. Slowly but surely you could sense shifting in the relationships. Tanya often was the one picking activities, and David talked a lot more about housework. David talked of 'fifty shades' type things on his tweeter feed sometimes. I guess he was getting into Tanya 'taking' him. I remember being turned off by those tweets, they were a bit too revealing. Also, if I were in that situation I doubt I would want my wife to tie me up, spank me and 'take me'. I imagine I would still be 'the guy' in the relationship.

Of course I wasn't in their situation. I can't imagine what it is like to have an opening into my body that is forcefully entered by another person. Perhaps the reason most women became submissive in the first place was from the inevitable fact of sexual mechanics. Men enter women. Maybe the entering/being entered element is what drives our social sexual dimorphism.

Eventually a few of the men with vaginas became pregnant. The babies they gave birth to also had genitals the opposite of their chromosome indicators just like their parents.. (XX babies had penises, Xy babies had vaginas.) This remained true regardless if the men had been impregnated by a woman with a penis or a guy with a penis. Also a few penis women had had flings with other women and gotten them pregnant too. Those babies also were born with flipped genders, indicating to scientists the programming was not only passed down from parent to child, but was very dominant.

An interesting note I remembered about the pregnancies from these people were breasts. Men who became pregnant did not develop breasts or lactate after giving birth. However, women with penises found their breasts lactating shortly after their partners gave birth, and were able to breast feed the babies normally. Doctors were unsure how the women's bodies started lactating since they had not been pregnant or given birth. They eventually connected the women's lactating to the babies crying. Normal women who are lactating will experience a natural "let down" of their milk when exposed to the sound of a baby crying. Apparently, the bodies of penis equipped women now had that embedded primal instinct ramped up. The issue is though, many penis women have reported they will start lactating when they hear ANY baby crying for an extended period, even if they have never impregnated a man. So they have to be careful if they spend too much time around babies, eventually they will lactate to the point of leaking.

Since the wedding Tanya was planning to be in was cancelled AND because she wouldn't be carrying the baby anyway, the couples child plans were moved up. David soon found himself pregnant with Tanya's child. Like most mothers he constantly tweeted about his pregnancy and posted many pictures of his expanding belly. When David was nine months pregnant he even tweeted some professional "pregnancy photos". One of the most common pregnancy photos of course is a nude expectant mother using one arm to cover her breasts, while the other holds her swollen belly as her shirtless man kisses it. In their photo David was naked and using both arms to hold his big belly, while a shirtless Tanya was using her arm to cover her breasts as she kissed his belly. After nine long months, he gave birth to a healthy 7 pound baby "girl", who of course had a penis like her mother.

Also, Josh and Bethany eventually hooked up and had a baby on the way too. Jason found himself a normal girl.

The dinner conversations my wife Tina and I had at that time often wandered to the New Orleans sex swap victims. We wondered about them and their children and how hard it must be for them. Gender identity is a huge part about being human. Having flipped one way but still being the same everywhere else is hard to imagine.

"I5: Smells Like Change" by Monsta

Next, A group of about 20 men who had attended a church bar-b-que in St. Louis all had their penises shrunken. It is assumed more men were affected but for obvious reasons they did not come forward. Accounts varied but they all placed the final result of their penises at UNDER 1 inch...FULLY erect. Sadly, over 12 of those men had their wives or girlfriends leave them shortly after their transformations. Some people in the media were angry at the fleeing females for abandoning their victimized men, others voiced support saying they shouldn't be forced to stay with someone who cannot satisfy them sexually anymore. This time I asked my wife if SHE would stay with me if I had a transformation. Specifically, I asked if she would stay with me if I had a 1 inch penis. She convincingly said yes, much to my relief. I believed her, but had to wonder how she would react if it actually happened.

I had a dream around that time that was quite vivid. I dreamed my wife Tina and me in the throes of romantic passion, kissing and caressing each other's bodies with wild abandon. I picked her up in my big strong arms and forcefully tossed her to the bed. She spread her legs open wide and inviting me to take her wet moist womanhood. I climbed on top of her and started to mount her but I discovered that even though my penis was fully erect and hard it was not long enough to even enter her! My shrunken member was just swimming around in the moist folds of her labia as she laughed at me! She pushed me off of her side and thrust her crotch close to mine and pointed to how her clitoris was bigger than my penis. I looked down at them lined up side by side and saw she was right; her clitoris easily dwarfed my penis. I awoke with a start that night and Tina asked what was wrong. I didn't tell her.

In late May 2014, 32 women attending the Miss Tennessee beauty pageant grew pig snouts and pig tails. Also 32 women at Miss Oklahoma grew monkey tails. Beauty pageants were rare after that.

Also around Memorial Day in May 2014, several more people in Portland, Maine reported P rashes. There was a 42 year old married man, a 22 year old single female, and a 31 year old married mother of four. To anyone seeing their pictures on the TV there was no visible signs of change, but anyone standing near them knew right away what their alteration was: they smelled VERY strongly of "feminine odor"! To be more precise, their sweat glands had been altered to secrete vaginal fluid instead of sweat.

In normal women, Bartholin's glands around the vagina secrete vaginal fluid to lubricate the vagina. But now these poor people found the sweat glands all over their body replaced with modified Bartholin's glands.

What's more, these new mutant Bartholin's glands now responded BOTH as sweat glands AND as vaginal glands! This meant they would "sweat" vaginal fluid all over their body when they were either hot OR aroused.

As an added insult, a biochemical analysis of the victims also found that they all permanently emitted the pheromones of an ovulating and highly fertile female human, but in concentrations 100x above normal. This was true even for the male of the group. So, any person close enough to them would not only smell obvious "pussy" odor, but their subconscious would respond to the unscented female pheromones and register the altered victim as a highly fertile female.

MBC morning news brought the three of them on their show after their transformation to discuss their ordeal. I had watched it with my wife, both of us were fascinated by programming victims, hell everyone was. It was pretty much the only news during that time. The most remarkable thing about this vaginal sweat gland change was how each victim had a very different account of how it affected them.

The married man reported that other men acted very...odd around him. He could tell that other men found themselves strangely aroused and very confused. After all, he always smells like a woman and emits the pheromones of 100 fertile women standing in the same room. Also, his wife had been acting more hostile towards him since his change and wanted sex far less often. He figured it was because he always smelled like he had been with another woman. After some prodding from the show's host he let it slip that when he DID have sex or otherwise became aroused his whole body became very slippery with his vaginal fluid, which his wife found very off putting. Also the sheets of their bed will quickly become quite saturated with his female juices during the course of lovemaking. This requires a change of sheets and another load of laundry, which only further hampers his wife's low libido.

The young single woman reported a very different experience. Men were VERY nice to her now. She said she had been having trouble finding a nice guy before but now they just seemed to flock towards her when she went out. She also confirmed the man's account of how "wet" she gets all over her body when she is aroused. Sometimes, when she was getting hit on by a hot guy, she would suddenly start to "lube up' as she put it. She mentioned how as a woman she was used to having her arousal be a personal thing. Before, when she became aroused her vagina would get wet, but no one would know that but her. But now, whenever she thinks about sex or sees a hot guy she has to be careful because her whole body will start excreting vaginal secretions. Her skin becomes very wet and slick, just like the insides of her vagina. She mentioned she had had sex several times since the change and while most guys like having her whole body wet and slippery during sex, a couple of guys were weirded out by it. And like the married man said, she definitely had to wash her sheets after sex. She mentioned that women had been acting differently around her too, but the women oddly seemed to respect her more?

The married mom was very upset from her body alterations. She was a typical constantly on the go soccer mom which made her sweat vaginal fluid very often. She said she showered and changed clothes three times a day but found her body always wet in vaginal juices. She mentioned her armpits were especially bad. Her children often complained that she "stinks". She is constantly embarrassed by her odor. She said her car reeks of vagina all the time, and her house is getting that way too even though she constantly cleans. Even people at her work she has heard talking behind her back about the "musty" smell in the office, obviously referring to her. She felt like she was basically a big walking vagina.

Thanks to her pheromone output, she said her husband was CONSTANTLY in the mood now. But because of the kids they could never get many chances to have sex. She was concerned her pheromones were ramping up his libido beyond something she could satisfy with her busy schedule and children. She said she makes herself have sex with him every chance she could, even though her sheets became soaked in vaginal secretions. But he was never sated. Constantly being around her pheromones was driving him mad with lust for sex. She referred back the married man who said men got aroused just being around the his female pheromones for a few minutes. Imagine what her poor husband goes through being around her all the time.

She had concerns her husband was either having an affair, or soon would be. There's no way any single woman could satiate the sexual desire created in a man by the constant exposure to pheromones of 100 women! Even worse than her husband's sexual overdrive issues, when she went to work she was constantly getting hit on by guys, which was making it hard for HER to resist cheating herself. She confessed that the week before, a guy at work had been hitting on her, and even though she loved her husband she had to admit she found him "hot". Against her will last week she became aroused, and it made her start oozing vaginal lubricant from all over her body. It was so much vaginal secretion that she soaked through her outfit, making gooey stains that all her coworkers, including the "hot" guy could see! She ran home and cried in embarrassment.

The most DVR replayed part of the interview was when the camera cut back to the guys on the MBC news crew doing the interview. The cameraman quickly panned up when he and EVERYONE saw the panel all had very visible erections! No one could blame them though being around the pheromone equivalent of 300 ovulating women. Tina felt awful for those people and commented how they couldn't even go to a gym anymore nor do any physical activity in public that wouldn't produce a strong and embarrassing feminine... odor.

Like the Infamous 5 had said, they were conducting experiments on not just DNA and not only their varied individual victims. The Infamous 5 were studying above all how everyone ELSE was reacting to the changes they inflicted. This was all a social experiment to them, on a national scale!

"I5: Little Monsters" by Monsta

My wife Wanda and I knew the craziness we had been witnessing on the news would not stay away from our small Florida town forever, especially when we found out we had gone to the same high school as one of the Infamous Five. The hometown my wife and I shared with that criminal deviant was not even 50 miles from our current home. At least we hadn't been in the same class as the sick little bastard; Wanda and I were two years above him, so when we were seniors he still had been a sophomore. In fact, I only specifically recall seeing him once, when one of my buddies had pushed him into a locker rather hard for "gawking" at his girlfriend. He had been an awkward little spaz back then, and now that he had access to untold dangerous technology, he must be almost literally an angry little monster. My hometown feared he would one day return there, perhaps seeking "vengeance" against perceived wrongdoings. Even 50 miles away we didn't feel safe, but then again nowhere was safe anymore.

In spite of all this, we were still very surprised when my wife first found her P-rash, not only because I didn't have one, but no one else in town had reported one either. We also hadn't gone anywhere recently. One of the sick fucks had come through town and targeted my wife specifically. Or maybe she had just been unlucky.

In any case the fact she was an isolated target was extremely bad news because it meant my wife was probably one of their little "experiments". I had read somewhere before that the Infamous Five did this quite often. When they came up with some sick new transformation they would first try it out on just a person or two. Even their first multiple breast change had been tried out on just a couple girls before they hit the whole campus. Maybe it was the sick little shit we had gone to the same high school with, maybe not. At this point it didn't matter. One of the Infamous Five was using my wife as a guinea pig, using her body to try out some "new code" to see what would happen before they tried it out on a larger group!

They say the first couple days after finding a P-Rash are the worst, knowing something would happen to you, but having no idea what it would be. Some changes have been as simple as giving women in a small town in Connecticut incredibly elastic vaginas or even a case where a few guys in Wyoming got over sized feminine nipples. Seriously, they got hit by the Infamous Five and all they got were big womanly nipples and aureola you'd normally only see on a fat woman with huge tits! They didn't even get the female boobs like some guys did, just the nipples. On the other end of the scale of course, people have been turned into things... unearthly and unspeakable.

As I held my wife in my arms trying to comfort her sobs, I couldn't help but look down at her beautiful body and wonder what she would become. Whatever it was, odds were she would NOT have the beautiful body I had fallen in love with all the way back in high school. My wife was gorgeous; I had thought so ever since I first sat across from her in sophomore English back in high school. It took me three months to work up the courage just to ask her out on a date. She was about 5 foot 6, with long natural blonde hair. She had the fair creamy skin of a redheaded woman she had picked up from her mother's side. Her nose was slender, her cheeks were ever so slightly rosy and her eyes were bluish grey. She had decent C cup breasts that had the delightful teardrop shape with puffy pink nipples most men dream of finding. She wasn't skinny, but she was still slender with the hint of an athletic build that had faded only ever so gradually since we got married a couple years ago. She had been on the track team in high school, and still worked out when she could but given her job hadn't been as often as in the past.

My wife was pretty much inconsolable for the first day after she found the rash. Understandably, she was an emotional wreck as she struggled to accept her awful fate not even knowing fully what that fate was. Using the new PVLA (Programming Victim's Leave Act) my wife took a leave of absence from her job at a local law office where she was a legal secretary. She decided she would hide out in the house and await her fate.

I secretly hoped Wanda would just get an extra set of boobs like those original victims had. However, that seemed unlikely as the DNA warping terrorists had "moved on" to bigger and more diverse things since then.

Less than 48 hours into her PVLA leave I heard my wife in the bathroom crying yet again one morning. Opening up the door to try to console her again I immediately saw this time it was different. Several bald batches were evident on her head, and as she ran her fingers through her wet hair some more came out in her hands.

I remember her wet beautiful eyes looking up at me in shock and fear as she said to me while crouching the bathroom floor, "Oh Frank, Jesus, my hair is falling out. I'm, I'm going bald!"

Over the next two days my wife's beautiful blonde hair continued to drop out in clumps. Before long it was all gone, leaving her totally bald. Actually witnessing my wife's hair falling out and then seeing her bald head each day really hit home the fact that this was no longer some far off news story, this was getting all too real. My wife's very DNA had been rewritten. She was transforming into something new and unknown.

For a while we didn't notice anything beyond her baldness. If this was all that was going to happen, a simple wig would be enough to hide the reprogramming.

But of course, her changes did not stop there.

On night a couple days later as we were doing the common practice of inspecting her naked body for signs of changes we both noticed that her clit was swollen, which is a VERY bad sign from what I had read. It almost always meant the impending growth of a penis.

We were BOTH obviously upset over that unwelcome find, but as we looked at her nude body in the harsh bathroom lighting we saw that something else, something even more strange was going on. Her normally milky white skin was starting to look rather dark. However, she wasn't getting an African aka "black" skin tone though, because it wasn't brownish pigmentation forming on her skin but rather it just looked..darker. If it looked like any specific color, I would have had to say it would be green.

"My god Frank, what the hell am I becoming?" She asked me aloud as she looked over her odd new skin color.

Over the next couple days her clitoris continued to grow, until there could be no doubt that my wife was going to have a penis. I had initially still had hopes she would end up a hermaphrodite like the women in west Memphis, but as soon as her vagina started to shrink I knew she would ONLY have a penis. I was truly startled though by how fast her vagina withered out of existence. It just sealed up over a 48 hour period and then faded into nothingness. I never even got a chance to use it one last time. My wife's very womanhood was just suddenly gone and we were left knowing she would soon have a fully functional male cock. Never again would we be able to make love as man and wife. I had to accept that my wife would be male, FULLY male from now on. By the end of that week her enlarging clitoris/cock was already about four inches long and still growing. Her labia swelled and drooped around the smooth patch of skin in her groin that had once been her vagina as it slowly became a scrotum for what would eventually be her new testicles.

Then my wife suddenly stopped involving me in her daily "inspection" sessions, simply saying she didn't want me to see her like this. I was afraid she thought I was already preparing to leave her or something just because she wasn't a woman anymore. I had to admit I found her new body increasingly LESS attractive as her transformation went on, but I DID still have genuine love for my wife. With my access to her body now gone, the only way I knew she had actually transitioned into full manhood was when I clearly heard her pick the toilet seat UP to piss one day.

It was about this time my wife altogether stopped being "intimate" with me in any way. She was becoming increasingly withdrawn as her body slipped further away from what it had once been. Whenever I attempted to be intimate with her anyway she just pulled away. She was obviously ashamed of her new penis and her ever changing body and wanted to hide it from me. No matter how hard I tried to be a "good" husband and reassure her she just brushed me off. She mostly sobbed and sulked a lot.

I knew my wife was now male, but even with her body now always hidden beneath heavy clothes I knew the changes to it were far from over. My wife wasn't JUST becoming a man, she was becoming. . something else as well.

Her skin continued to darken, and it began to take on even more of a green hue. By the end of the month after she got her rash my wife had developed dark green skin that had a sheen like smoothness to it. Her eyes became yellowed, and had slits not unlike cat's eyes.

Next, I saw her ears began to expand and they took on a pointed tip. Her voice was also changing; it at first just began to crack sometimes when she spoke but before long it was as deep as a man's voice. Oh hell, I hate to admit it but it WAS and still is a man's voice. Even her face was changing, becoming less feminine and more masculine. It was not long before the very face of my wife was not something that I still recognized.

Lastly, her entire body actually began to shrink, going from 5 foot 6 to about 4 foot 6. But as she shrank though her arms, legs, and feet seemingly gained in width what they lost in length. My wife was becoming VERY muscular. Her pants quickly not only became too long for her shorter legs, but they also became too tight for her ever expanding muscles. She took to wearing only baggy sweatpants that could contain her new bulky and stocky legs. Her arms looked like they could curl a Buick LeSabre! I had no doubt my wife was far stronger than I was now, I had to try very hard to not piss her off.

My once beautiful and delicate wife was now a short muscular green creature with big pointed ears. Not an animal, but not a human anymore either. From the massive bulge in the front of her sweatpants she was also an extremely well-endowed MALE creature. If I had to say she looked like anything, it would be a goblin from mythology.

It had been a while since I had noticed any outward changes in my wife's body, and she confirmed the madness was finally over by just blurting it out one day over dinner. I had expected her to be somewhat relieved, but she mentioned the news she hadn't changed in a while like she was saying she had seen some unknown person's dog get run over. She was not only sad, but also withdrawn and disconnected from that sadness. She often discussed her changes almost like they weren't happening to HER; I assume it was one of her coping mechanisms. Maybe she had held out a desperate fool's hope that she would just keep on changing and changing until eventually she was a woman again. She was no doubt depressed at the sudden permanence of her new body. I imagine she thought there's no point in being happy her changes were done after she had already gone through such an extreme change. And with the transformation finished it brought finality to the fact she would be like she is now forever.

I had to try to cheer her up...somehow. I looked right at the strange green creature I was married to sitting at the other side of the table and said, "Wanda, I..I don't know how to say this but, I'm happy you're done changing. I know it's probably hard to think about it right now, but it COULD have been worse. I also want you to know I still love you, and I hope you'll always be my wife."

She chuckled sarcastically at my attempts to console her, "Oh REALLY Frank? I'll always be your wife? Have you SEEN me lately? I'm NOT your wife I'm a fucking gremlin or something. I'm not even a person anymore. Shit...I'm not even female anymore! Frank, my pussy is long gone! How can I be your WIFE if I'm not even a woman? Whether you accept it or not I'm a man now. So technically I'm not really your wife anymore, I'm your husband. Or, wait, no, I take that back, I'm not a man I'm a male SOMETHING now. Ha, maybe I'm your pet!"

She was bitter and taking her frustrations out on me, but I still pressed on. "Wanda, you are not a creature. You are still my wife, no matter what those fuckers did to your body. I want to help you get through this."

She just made "tsk" sound and tersely replied, "Damnit, Frank, why are you even still with me? You can't possibly still be attracted to me. What will it take for you to realize I'm not ME anymore and run off like I know you're going to?"

"Wanda, please. I'm not going anywhere. We can get back to how things were between us, it'll just be a bit different now and.."

"For fuck's sake Frank, DIFFERENT? Do you have ANY idea how big my cock is?!? It makes yours look like a pinky finger! Do you really expect me to believe you're going to suck it for me or something? It probably won't even fit in your mouth! Do I have to take it out and lay it on the table for you to accept that I have it? Will you still want me then? Huh? You want me to spray your face with a load of my hot male semen?!? Hmm? Would you finally run away screaming from me then?"

I was a little startled by that rather blunt revelation, I had to admit. I actually was a bit worried that finally seeing her apparently enormous erm, cock would give me doubts about our relationship. But I tried not to show it and replied, "Wanda, I know this is hard, but it's over now, whatever your body is now is what it's going to be. We can't do anything about it. You are what you are and I..I will deal with whatever that is. We both will, together."

Wanda seemed surprised I hadn't actually run away screaming after she told me she had essentially a third leg tucked in her sweatpants. She looked right at me with her big yellow eyes and asked me with a deeply pleading tone, "Do you REALLY still love me Frank, even with me being what I am now?"

I answered "Yes" of course, but the truth was, deep down I thought she just might be right. How could we stay together with her being what she is now? I could maybe handle her having a dick but if she really has some enormous green schlong between her legs now, what would I even DO with it? I knew she was still my wife on the inside, but her outside was well beyond anything I had even imagined encountering prior to when those five bastards began fucking with the world.

But I know my wife was more than just her pretty body; she was and IS a person that I loved dearly. I wanted to be with her, but I didn't know if I COULD be with her. Not only were we the same gender now, but we were seemingly different species.

Her sad yellow eyes continued to stare at me so I added, "Wanda, I know your new body will be, well, a lot to deal with but you can't just give up on us like you have been. You have to at least give me a chance to accept the new you. Of COURSE I don't know how big your...um..cock is because you haven't even let me see you naked in over a month! We have to at least TRY to be intimate with each other. You have to at least give me a chance to accept your new body."

"No!, She yelled out in her disturbingly deep voice in-between sobs "I don't want you to see me like...THIS! I want you to remember me the way I was! I'm just a fucking freak now Frank, a disgusting freak!"

"Wanda, no, those sick bastards only changed your body, inside you are still YOU. No matter how big you dick is, or how deep your voice has gotten, or how big your muscles are now after everything inside you are the same WOMAN I married. You'll always be that woman, everything else is just physical. I mean it when I say I still love you and I want to try everything we can to make this work."