Joining the Herd

“We’re not considering it,” I shouted. “I won’t have us turned in to some kind of freak.”

Jacob put the pamphlet down. He knew I would react this way. “They’re going to take back the house. We’ll be living in the street by this time next month. The program provides a full K-Level stipend. Think of what we could do with that money. It would actually solve every single one of our problems. All of our debt, vanished overnight.”

I angrily paced back and forth in the dingy kitchen. He knew pointing it out would get to me. I tried to keep it clean, but the shabbiness of our home spread like an infection, creeping in around the corners. Water stains, mold, broken latches, all sorts of tiny imperfections which added up to a disheveled old apartment long past its functionality. “And what good would that do? All of our debt gone, but now we’re some kind of indentured servants being subjected to god knows what.”

He tapped the pamphlet lightly, “Everything is contracted before you even enter the facility. There is no god knows what, just exactly what is expected of us. You always said you wanted children. This is the only way we’ll ever afford them, Lily. Can we at least go to the consultation? There’s no committal. We may not even be viable candidates. They have to do a bunch of blood tests and such.”

I sat down at the table and snatched up the pamphlet. “Population Reconstitution Center. It sounds so fascist. You know what they mean by ‘promoting genetic diversity’ don’t you? I’ve heard what goes on in these places. That stuff goes both ways too, you know.”

Jacob sighed. He’d heard this argument before. He took my hand and said, “I love you. You’re my beautiful, curvy goddess with raven hair. Nothing will change that, and I would never cheat on you. And I don’t think you’d do that to me either. We don’t even have to mingle with the other residents. They stress that, look, ‘private lodging can be strictly enforced where requested.’ They’ll do whatever to make us content.”

The pipes groaned as Mr. Fields, our upstairs neighbor, flushed his toilet. The gurgling of water surrounded us as his excrement flew past our apartment on its way to the bowels of the building. My shift at the call center would start in another hour. Jacob should be asleep so he wouldn’t fall nod off during his second job. A pile of bills sat on the counter each containing an alarming color of red paper. “Fine,” I relented. “We can go to the consultation.”

They told us it started in a slaughterhouse somewhere north of Austin. They called it Viridian Fever based on the color of the eyes at death. A forty percent mortality rate worldwide before the vaccine could be dispersed. 2.8 billion gone in less than a year. Most of the Western countries survived because of population spread. Asian countries couldn’t spread out fast enough. Huge population, rapid rate of infection, and not nearly enough care to help them.

Then, of course, came the wars. Huge power vacuums appeared as governments collapsed. Men and women who spent their lives in comfort suddenly plunged into scraping and killing for food. More died, but no one knows how many. The people who could keep count probably died, too. After a relative peace came around, the world needed people. The remaning governments looked into programs to solve a problem unique in human history. The infrastructure of the world relied on people to turn the wheels.

The Population Reconstitution Initiative rose out of the ashes of a dying world. The flexibility of genetics took radical leaps forward during the Viridian outbreak. Once the death toll hit ten percent all those high and mighty politicians suddenly had a lot fewer ethics. And once Viridian saw to it that fewer politicians still breathed to voice opposition, technology started to advance rapidly.

Once the government saw a way to rapidly repopulate the earth, shortening what would take four generations into only one, they funded it with war bucks and offered it to all the poor and destitute, which was most. One thing wasn’t factored in. All of those crazy politicians changed their minds or died holding their beliefs, but many of their constituents had not.

I remember the day the first center opened. Huge protests. All of the signs read, “Playing God is what got us here in the first place,” or “Viridian is the first plague.” Lots of end of the world stuff. Eventually their zealous opposition died down, but not before a stigma was attached to the program. As a result, the centers were not nearly as popular as the government hoped.

All of this raced through my head as we drove through the gates of the strange building. The campus was unlike anything I had ever seen. Beautiful fountains and sculptures dotted the landscape. Bright green lawns flooded the world with color. The building itself was huge, the size of one of the old stadiums, but it buzzed with life. The entire entranceway was a massive atrium, filled with bright, warm sunlight. Dozens of people moved about as we reached the reception desk, many of them dressed in colorful uniforms. I did not see any of the program participants though. I had seen pictures and knew I could pick them out.

“Hello,” Jacob said to the girl at reception. “We’re here for a consultation appointment with Mr. Kyle.”

She smiled broadly at us and said, “Of course, you must be the Callahans. Mr. Kyle is expecting you. Please follow me.” I cringed at how cheerful she seemed. People weren’t cheerful anymore. You bore the weight of the past ten years with a grim smile. Anything else seemed like bragging.

We followed along behind her, and I became increasingly annoyed. The receptionist was thin as a rake and wore tall heels that clacked on the tile as we walked towards a set of offices. Watching her lithe form sway back and forth as she walked bothered me. It made me too conscious of my own curves. I envied her youth, despite the fact that she was likely only a few years younger than me, but also I resented that she would work at the Center, looking like that. By the time we reached Mr. Kyle’s office, I had a deep seated loathing of the young girl and her thin body.

“Mr. and Mrs. Callahan?” said a bespectacled man with a short white beard. “Come in, come in. Thank you, Tanya.”

Fucking Tanya, I thought, but smiled at Mr. Kyle as he waved us into his office. Jacob grinned at me nervously as we sat down, and I tried to maintain a decent scowl about the whole proceedings.

“It is such a pleasure to meet you. My name is Sydney Kyle, and I am here to answer any question you might have. We have a tour lined up, but you’ve seen the visitors entrance already. What did you think? Breathtaking isn’t it?”

Jacob brightened up even more, “Yes, everything is so green and wonderful. Must cost a fortune to keep all that going though.”

Sydney shook his head, “Oh, not at all. The residents do most of it themselves. Including all those sculptures. One gentleman in particular, a Mr. Thornton, sculpted the majority of them. Now he teaches others to do it.”

I sneered at the two of them. “So is that part of the deal. You have them mow the lawns?”

Jacob shot me a mean look, and I saw Sydney’s brow wrinkle with disappointment. “Oh, I see,” he said. “Now, Mrs. Callahan, I think you may have the wrong idea of what goes on at the center.”

Jacob leaned over and whispered to me as Sydney reached behind him for paperwork, “Please, sweetie, keep an open mind.”

Sydney placed a long form on the desk between them and circled several bullet points, “Now, this is a brief outline of the contract. We don’t like to show people the actual contract until they’re ready to sign because it is quite the formidable document. The thing is that ninety percent of it is legal jargon saying who can sue whom if such or such happens. The procedure does have some risk, and we don’t want people getting buyer’s remorse from it either. Still, this is the essence of what happens here.” He started pointing to the circled items as he talked, “First, and most importantly, the only thing expected of you here is that you make a normal effort to have children.”

Jacob looked at me with a smile, but I remained stone faced.

Sydney continued, “To that end, you will both undergo a procedure called Genetic Infusion. What this does, very simply, is make you both more fertile and, importantly, reduces the gestation period of your offspring from nine months to three months. Now, people always have questions about how this affects the child’s development, but we have no evidence of a negative effect.”

“You want me to have a child every three months?” I asked, dumbfounded. I remembered the horribleness of my mother when she had my baby sister. I couldn’t imagine that compressed into three months and repeated.

Sydney shook his head, “No, we actually insist on a month long recovery period. Besides you’ll want to spend time with your son or daughter. Moving forward, you will have changes occur to your physical bodies. For men, this means a compounding of current muscle tissue and often an increase in height. Also some other effects like an increase in virility, stamina, general body hair, and often an increase in genital size. Any of that problematic for you Mr. Callahan?”

“No, and please call me Jacob.”

“You know I haven’t met a man yet who winced at that last part.” Sydney smiled and turned his attention to me, “Now for women the changes are a little more extensive, but most of it occurs internally. Symptoms include a highly increased libido during a reproductive cycle. I won’t mince words with you, it’s basically like going into heat. You’ll have hot flashes and a, well, ravenous appetite for intercourse. In addition to this, women experience a change in their mammaries. Your breasts will increase in size, and you’re also likely to start lactating even before you’re pregnant. Your internal organs will shift slightly, very minorly changing the structure of your womb, but you will be more suited for a mate who has undergone the infusion process.”

I couldn’t believe that this man who looked like an out of work English literature professor was sitting across the table so casually talking to me about how my breasts would start leaking. “Sounds great,” I said with a feigned smile.

“Ahem,” Sydney said. “Carrying on, you can see here that we provide food and lodging as well as a stipend which you can spend on whatever you wish. Travel is entirely unrestricted for non pregnant couples. We do monitor diets and exercise, but most of that happens naturally. We want healthy mothers and fathers after all. I also see you’re interested in a debt forgiveness program. That’s one of our better offers many people don’t know about. Essentially, one of our finance operatives will take over your accounts, and it will all be settled rather quickly. To clear your debt we would have to withhold your signing bonus and a month’s stipend.”

Finally something caught my attention, “You mean in one month of working here, our entire debt would be paid?”

Sydney nodded, “That’s correct. And you wouldn’t have to handle any of the leg work. You’d need to meet with your assigned finance person several times, but they would handle the account. Also, I won’t get into it much right now, but your finance agent stays with you, so long as they work here. They invest your money as you want them to, set aside retirement, that sort of thing. All free of charge.”

Jacob stared at me with a huge grin on his face. We’d read about the program, but none of it sounded real until Sydney said it. All of our worries gone in a flash, and we’d get to have the family we wanted. “You mentioned a tour?” I asked, genuinely.

Sydney looked at a schedule, “Yes. I take it you’re interested then?”

“I’d like to see the facility first,” I said, trying to hide my sudden interest.

“Of course,” Sydney replied as he stood. “No reason we can’t jump to that part now. Follow me.” As he started to leave the office, he stopped and turned back to us. “I forgot to warn you. Many of our residents have taken to an au naturalle philosophy. Hopefully it doesn’t come as a shock.”

The spry old man led us from one massive room to the other. I had not appreciated how incredibly large the building’s interior would be. After we left the visitor’s entrance and employees office area, we started to see some of the residents. They waved cheerfully at us as we walked by, and many of them said hello to Sydney. They did look as Sydney had described. The men were very tall and quite hairy, to the point where some of them had full on pelts of hair on their chests and upper legs. Each of them looked like a Greek god, pure muscle and strength. This would have distracted me if it had not been for the massive cocks between their legs. I wondered if Jacob felt self conscious, like I so often had around skinnier women.

As for the women we saw, they were all a little taller as well. In truth, they were all absolutely beautiful. Around these women, I felt more comfortable than I ever had. Apparently the infusion meant the body of a god for a man and the body of a fertility goddess for a woman. Perhaps Jacob wasn’t feeling self conscious at all because he was fantasizing about the dozens of naked women we saw.

We left that area of the facility and moved over into what Sydney called the “family zone.” He went on to explain that some couples choose to raise their children directly while others leave their children to the communal group. Many of those we had seen in the previous room were referred to as “pure breeders” who then handed off the children for care. Sydney stressed that this behavior was not abnormal and that humans are generally not conditioned to care for more than one or two infants at a time, or really in a lifetime. “Breeders are preferred,” he said. “We have tons of staff to help raise the kids, but not enough to make all of them.”

The more I saw of the facility, the more I knew Jacob was on to something, and after we saw one of the four infant care wards, I knew my decision. Sydney let us go in and visit with one of the infants, a newborn girl. She smelled wonderful, and I knew I wanted one for my own one day.

Back in Sydney’s office, he asked if we need to think about it. Jacob shrugged and looked at me, “No, I think we’re ready.”

“Excellent!” Sydney said, visibly pleased. “We can start the paperwork right after we get your blood samples. If you’re ready and everything checks out, we can send you down to GI as soon as we’re done. Is that too soon?”

Jacob was shocked by the time line, “Well, we still need to do some things at hom--”

I grabbed his knee, “If we’re going to do this, we need to do it all in. Besides, they have someone who will go wrap up everything.” I could feel his knee moving nervously.

“Ok, sure,” Jacob said with a nervous laugh, “why not!”

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For the next few hours, Sydney walked us through a very long stack of documents and waivers and disclaimers. Finally, a technitian escorted us down to the genetic infusion and prepped for the procedures. I worried when they told me Jacob would have his done in a different lab equipped for men, but he gave me a hug, called me his “beautiful, curvy raven haired goddess” and kissed me. It soothed away my anxiety, mostly.

A group of rather chipper technicians led me over to a pod. They chattered at me about what would happen, but I didn’t care about all the sciencey stuff. I had seen my people, all those women who were proud of their bodies, and the men who were enamored with them. As they started to sedate me the only thing I asked was, “Will I be with Jacob when I wake up.” A nice woman stroked my hair and told me yes as I drifted out of consciousness.

When I woke up, I was very disoriented. Someone led me by the hand as I walked or stumbled from one room to another. Finally, they left me on an incredibly soft bed where I slept a little longer.

I woke up the second time to an odd pressure in my chest. I sat up and an unusual weight pulled me a little further forward. Looking down, I didn’t understand what I saw. My breasts had changed, not a little, but a lot. They’d swollen so big they could tip me off balance. Not only had they doubled in size, but they felt full. I brought up my hand to feel their new weight and gave them a squeeze. As I did, a tiny drop of milk oozed out of my nipple, and the sight of it excited me.

Turning my attention to my surroundings, I realized they’d moved me to a recovery room. One door led to a bathroom, and the other led out to a hall I didn’t recognize. The bed they’d left me in wasn’t a medical cot, but an actual bed with a nice mattress, much better than our own at home, and clean sheets. On the wall was a full length mirror, so I went over to examine myself.

I didn’t recognize the woman looking back. They were right, I had gotten taller. I felt new strength in my muscles, too, though my figure didn’t show it. My body was as soft and curvy as ever, but my breasts and ass had rounded out into more alluring shapes. I took off the little robe they left me in and examined myself fully. I seemed to be a slightly bigger version of myself in many ways. One thing that shocked me was how my clit had grown. What had once been tiny and hidden in the folds of my pussy was now an engorged little stud protruding from the top of my crevice. I lightly ran my fingertip over it and felt a wave of pleasure move through my body. I realized how amazingly horny I was.

The door to the room opened, and a man walked in. Not just a man, one of the genetically enhanced residents. Slowly I recognized him, “Jacob?” My husband was gone. Instead, a seven foot hunk of muscle stomped into the room. I recognized his eyes and some of his face, but most of his body was covered in a thick coat of glossy hair, all leading down to a cock four times the size of his former self. It stood out, rock hard with a glimmer of precum oozing from the tip. Behind his cock was a leathery pouch with engorged balls, hanging low with his semen, forcing him to walk slightly bowlegged.

A carnal instinct took hold of me once I saw it. I needed him to take me, to breed me. After stroking his chest to make sure it wasn’t all a dream, I moved over to the bed and got on all fours. Jacob wasted no time, he grabbed my rump with his powerful hands and positioned his new cock at the entrance to my pussy. When we made love, he was always gentle and caring, but not the new Jacob. He roughly pawed at my soft flesh, slapping my big round ass so I would move into a preferred position, which I did, eager to feel him push inside of me. I did not wait long.

With one long stroke, he shoved himself deep inside of me. I couldn’t believe how far he pushed in. His cock would split a normal girl in half, but I took every inch of his rod and ached for more. My pussy walls stretched around the invading tool, squeezing my husband’s new fat dick with appreciation. Holding onto my hips, he started slamming into me, filling the room with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. I looked over my shoulder to see my own ass rippling each time it crashed into his rock hard pelvis. Jacob’s enthusiasm for my new body made him frantic to touch me, to feel every new inch of me. He curved his body against mine. His new pelt of hair didn’t feel abrasive at all, but soft and titillating. His hands moved around to knead my new teats. Jacob’s palms had become thick and leathery, but they still felt amazing as they squeezed my newly engorged tit flesh.

He picked up speed, and his balls started to slap forward against my dripping pussy. Each stroke would send his sack crashing against my engorged clit, making my body sizzle with pleasure. Jacob had no mind for my pleasure, he rutted against me with an animal determination. He wanted to breed me, to fill me up with his seed so I would bear his children. My body seemed to sense his goal and pressure started building in my tits. As he continued to rut into me and squeeze my udders, milk started to dribble out of over his hands. Jacob grunted and pulled out of me with a long slurping noise. I whimpered in disappointment as the void grew inside of me.

Jacob showed off his new strength by lifting my full body and flipping me over. While I’d enjoyed the feeling of being fucked like the cow I was becoming, getting to see my husband’s new form as he towered over me had its own benefits. His face contorted in concentration as his enormous cock slapped against my stomach. He moved his hips back as the fat head of his cock pushed against my pussy lips. His powerful arms planted on either side of me as he started pushing into me again. I moaned in satisfaction as I felt him inside me once again, but I shivered as Jacob’s lips closed around my nipple. The leaking from his massage had felt nice, but as he started to suck on my new teats, the building knot of tension in my core grew stronger.

My warm milk flowed in torrents out of my puffy nipples and into Jacob’s hungry mouth. He grunted again, a noise I took to be one of pleasure, but other signs indicated he was enjoying himself much more. His cock began to pulse inside of me, and his rhythm became erratic. My pussy clamped down on his cock as a torrent of cum gushed out and Jacob roared with satisfaction. Seeing my husband, my mate, towering over me as his balls emptied in my pussy sent me over the edge. Pleasure washed over my body as more and more of his cum poured into my pussy, filling me up until it oozed out around his cock. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of me, nuzzling into the crook of my neck.

Breathlessly he asked, “So, you think we’ll fit in here?”

I remembered all the cocks I had seen and all the willing women waiting to be bred. “Oh yes. I can’t wait to join the herd.”