Refuge

9:32pm, May 26th, 2045.

Richard Hall sat beside his wife Betty on the old hand-me-down couch he got from his parents. Their eyes were glazed over and their mouths hung agape, with the man of the house drooling on his cheap t-shirt. Richard's rock hard cock strained against his pants and Betty's nipples poked out against her shirt while her shorts got soaked by her arousal. Their state of arousal went unnoticed by either of them.

What had once been a drama show enjoyed much more by Betty than Richard had been long replaced by strobing lights and a throbbing bass. A chorus of indecipherable whispers emanated from their speakers and wormed their way into their malleable brains. They stayed that way for a period of time unknown before Richard shuddered and grabbed his phone. He dialed a number he had never heard of or seen before.

"I have completed the first stage of programming. I am ready to serve."

He smiled and handed the phone to his wife. She took it and said the exact same phrase word for word. She smiled as she handed it back to him. Just as soon as he'd hung up the phone the two of them had completely forgotten such a call ever happened. They sunk even deeper into their couch and let the program lull them to sleep.

Unbeknownst to them, they and everyone else in their quiet little town of Springfield Montana had been watching the programs for weeks. The Halls were simply the first to break. Over the course of the next week, hundreds of residents of the town would make that very same call. Not even one would remember it. They were all absolutely clueless about the change descending upon them.

The main branch of this story will be focused on interracial and futanari. If you wish to change the nature of the refugees in your own branch then that's fine.