A surprise.

EDIT 04/2023: Imgur is deleting a lot of pictures soon. If you see less than nine (wow) below, click https://archive.is/zvtnS

WARNING: The chapter is GIF heavy. You might want to turn off your data.

"Honey why didn't you pick up? Honey? Where are you?"

The husband pulls into the garage, just as the voicemail goes through. He knows it's irrational to send a message a few feet from home, but his wife hasn't responded to anything.

He doesn't even wait for the garage door to close properly. Once it's most of the way down, he steps out of the truck, with his favorite hammer in his hand. The one he had accidentally left under the seat in case Something Happened, and never got around to removing. Or at least, that's what he would tell the officers. The mess in the garage would make it more credible.

He reaches for the keypad and thinks Of course, the po-po's probably a bit busy right now.

He types in 0451, waits for the beep. The garage door finally hits the ground just as he pulls the kitchen door open with his left hand raised-

Nothing. An empty kitchen. His gut clenches. "Honey?"

"In here!"

Something in him relaxes. A little. He puts down the hammer, closes the door behind him, and heads to the other kitchen door. "Why didn't you answer your ph-"

His wife just sits here. On the couch. TV's not even on.

She looks up at him and smiles. Not worried, not even a little. "I was calling people."

"What people?"

"Your mom, your family, my family, my friends-"

He's been in a scrap or two. If something happens, she needs to get up and clear the table. He can reach the hammer. A butcher knife. A meat tenderizer, if he has to. He can drive it into the face he had kissed, stroked-

"You must be pretty worried," he says.

"I am."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"I'm happy to see you. Now we can figure out what to do ne-"

"So happy you didn't try and meet me at the door? Didn't answer your phone?"

He should just go. It's obvious what happened. But maybe, just maybe, some part of him doesn't want to believe it.

Until the evidence is quite unmistakable.

He sees her skirt tent. Sees her pull it back, wrap her hand around her cock. See's this thing, his wife grin up at him and say "I guess I spoiled the surprise."

He doesn't feel shocked. He doesn't really feel anything. "Surprise?"

She starts jerking. Her mouth opens to moan, like it did when they were together.

He takes a step back. "Baby, you need to-you need to stop. What are you-what are you doing?"

She rolls her eyes. "Baka."

"I'm not an idiot! Just tell me. Please, just-just tell me, _why _are you doing this?

She stops jerking. "Because it feels good, baby! I know you've done it before."

"That's not what I meant!"

"Also, to be a distraction."

"A distra-"

There's a noise in the kitchen. A door opening. The pantry door. The one he had never oiled. And behind him was...

He spins around.

...The next door neighbour.

With some slight alterations.

The wife huffs. "You missed your cue! You were supposed to come out on 'baka'!"

The neighbour waves at her dick. Which is dripping. The wife nods her head.

"I get it. You love the thought of what we're gonna do to him." She leans forward, puts her hands on her knees, and stands up.

"Well, so do I."

The man looks his wife in the eye, and sees nothing. Nothing but a hungry fire. The same fire that's in the neighbour's eyes. The fire they want to spread to him. The news said these...things are faster, stronger than normal women.

The hammer is still on the counter.

His hand closes into a fist.

He goes down, so to speak, swinging.

He doesn't enjoy it.

He doesn't like it when they overpower him, strip him. When the one behind grabs him by the hips, and starts a slow drive into him from the back. They want it to last.

The one in front tangles its fingers through his head, forces him down on its dick. His stomach tightens. Disgust. It has to be disgust. He's not enjoying it.

He doesn't like it when the one behind him picks up the pace, wraps her hands around her hips and thrusts hard and fast enough to slap-slap-slap his own cock into his belly.

And when the one in front takes her - it's - hand off his head, and he bobs once,, twice, that's not because he likes it. No, that must be the pheremones or something. The smell. He only freezes with his lips wrapped around her cockhead out of shock.

Honest.

He'd like to know which one was his wife, but things are getting blurry, what with all the tears. And besides, race...doesn't matter as much as it used to. Gender's about to be irrelevant. It matters less whether the person he's with is the woman he protected and provided and banged and screwed and-

He doesn't want to feel his lips plumping, his muscles withering, his waist narrowing, his beard falling away.

He definitely doesn't want to feel his chest push out like twin balloons, into a massive rack.

This is all true. It's all perfectly, absolutely correct.

Temporarily.

Author's note: The white skirt gif is Sashimi Shush. The neighbour is Chanel Santini. The chest expansion gif is by a guy called Zigpron, who has a Deviantart gallery full of such content. Husband midpoint is Natalie Mars, husband final is Carolina Ramirez. The standing wife is from unattributed reddit post kl8tjr with the title "Ton". That's all the sources I could find.