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Chapter 6

"I need you to all know...that I am still changing," Stan added emphasis to the second part.

"What's happening to me is still happening," Stan didn't know how to explain it properly. It had been a very stressful and strange day and the words felt hard to get out.

"I...we need you all to understand that there will be more changes...maybe a lot more," Stan looked over to the pile of disturbed food canisters.

"You already saw the cans, the company gave them to me to change me. I have to go through all of them before the end. They...it is food, but not..." Stan trailed off. He realized he was giving them too much information, the shock of what he had shown them was still sinking in. The food canisters only reminded him of the sickening feeling of licking the vicious goo out of the can like a wild animal. He remembered the wracking pain as his body warped into something unrecognizable and the helplessness he felt to stop it. He didn't want any of them to know how terrified he was of the feeling of his humanity slipping away and being powerless to stop it.

"Whatever you do, do not open...do not even touch these," Emily added as she picked up the can off the table that Lilly had been inspecting before he had made his entrance.

"I know you might feel like throwing them away or helping your father by eating them yourself," Emily said as she turned the heavy twenty-thousand calorie canister over in her hands. It read "Stage three" in bold letters across the bottom.

"If you do, your father will die and we will go to Dalton camp. If he doesn't complete this to the letter of their instructions he will die. If you try to eat it you will die. I need you all to understand," Emily said with more seriousness than he had ever heard from her normally kind and flowing voice. She went around the room asking each of their children directly if they understood what was at stake. Each of the kids nodded in turn.

The claims of death took him aback. He hadn't read the documentation thoroughly and he wasn't sure Emily had either. What she had just said could have been to keep their kids from interfering with the cans or been entirely true or both. Either way it felt right, if terrifying, to him. The more he thought about it the more he realized there was nowhere secure they could hide them to prevent their children from gaining access to the contents. Stan had little doubt that his body may collapse without the nutrients prescribed to him by the company. He had even less doubt that if any of them ate it besides him it may kill them.

"Do you all understand?" Emily asked their children. They all nodded silently, their eyes still transfixed his sheet-clad body.

"Your father is going through a lot of changes, we have to help support him like he is helping to support us," Emily said, her voice tinged with sadness. Their children all quietly voiced their agreement, their eyes still stared into the middle distance. They had both laid so much on them, their whole world was turned upside-down in a day. Stan wanted to reach out and hug each and every one of them and tell them it was going to be ok. But he couldn't. He cursed his new body.

Emily took a deep breath as she stared up at the one of the computer's few working readout screens. Stan followed her eyes and was shocked by how late in the evening it was.

"Ok it's getting late, is anybody hungry? We have a few cubes left before our next ration I can heat up," she said with a forced normalcy. Kevin mumbled something about not having eaten as he set his head into his arms on the table. Lilly still stared at him, unable to break her focus. Ethan had gotten up from his broken chair and left entirely after Emily's dinner question.

Stan winced in surprise as Charlotte tugged on his right hand and looked up at him with her sweet purple-green eyes.

"Its going to be ok daddy," she said innocently as she pressed her body against his side.

"Thank you, Charlotte. It will be ok," he echoed. "I'm sorry about all of this," he kissed the top of her head. "I'll make it up to you, to all of you, I promise," he said as he squeezed her hand in his.

The rest of the evening went surprisingly normally if quite a bit more quietly. The kids watched non-interactive shows on their implants while Emily cleaned and made preparations for the next day's meals. Keeping a house as chaotic as theirs was a full time job and despite his best efforts to help her his new body only made everything harder and more awkward. Plates slipped out of his hands, his numb toes made him stumble and trip over the sheet on multiple occasions, each time he only barely managed to recover in time. He could tell Emily was doing her best to deal with it but he could tell how hard it was on her.

The kids were all too-happy to go off to bed. Ethan came back home smelling of burnt ash and melted plastic, his clothes even more torn than when he had left. His eyes were still red and puffy from crying. His right hand was flecked with crimson from a small cut. He refused to look at or speak to Stan as Emily tended to his wound. She sent him to take a short shower after fighting with the house computer for another water loan on their already astronomically terrible credit.

Once all the children were in their shared rooms Stan retreated to their bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, still swaddled in their sheet. His ears swiveled atop his head to check if anybody was still up. Confirming the quiet murmurs of their kids talking to each other in their bunkbeds he unentangled himself. He tried to un-focus on the conversations he was hearing. He didn't want to invade his children's privacy and especially didn't want to hear what they may be saying about him.

He whipped the sheet through the air several times to try to get the wrinkles out but the rough fabric had too much memory as he set it over their mattress and straightened it as best he could. He tucked its edges under the thin elevated foam that made up their bed. He inspected the sheet now that was spread out and was thankful that any pre-cum he had leaked had dried sufficiently that the stains, if any, were indescribable.

Emily emerged from the bathroom just as Stan had finished arranging their best pillows atop the lumpy ones. Emily entered their small bedroom and slid closed the door behind her. She was wearing her stained, but clean, gray sleeping bra and panties. They did nothing to accentuate her figure as they were both several sizes too large for her and had been taken in by the seamstress down the hill in The Narrows. Even so Stan felt his loins churn at the sight of her bare flesh under the buzzing light of their bedroom. Emily was looking at him contemplatively.

"What?" He asked almost rhetorically, not knowing if he really wanted an answer.

"You are a good father, the kids know that," she said as she approached the bed and ran her hand over the sheet, as if measuring its flatness.

"I love you Stan," she said looking up at him. She was so close he could practically hear her heartbeat.

"I...I love you too Em," Stan smiled at her. He felt like the existential dread that filled him at what had transpired during the course of the day was nothing compared to his wife's love. The throbbing between his legs was getting worse. He had successfully ignored it all evening and it felt like it was roaring back to life with a vengeance.

"And I wish you didn't need to turn into...you know...to make the bed once in a while," she laughed.

Stan couldn't help but chuckle as he stretched their heirloom quilted blanket over the bed. Emily wasted no time in destroying the bed's relatively immaculate presentation as she hopped in and scrunched up the blanket around her. Stan laughed as he joined her, settling into the gentle depression he had formed from years of sleeping on his side of the bed. He shuffled trying to find a comfortable position. The contours of the mattress didn't hit him right anymore.

Stan squirmed, trying nearly every position but was unable to find one where the mattress wasn't pushing into him the wrong way. His balls ached and his cock was getting harder by the minute but he chose to ignore both of them. He wanted to spend time with his wife. They both laughed like school sweethearts as they played tug-of-war for control of the blanket. It felt like nothing had even changed for a beautiful fleeting moment.

Laying on their backs, they both stared at the ceiling. Stan felt Emily's hand take his, her fingers interlocking with his own. He had never felt her hand feel at the same time so small and so powerful.

"I'm sorry for all of this, I knew it was going to be hard, but I didn't know-" Stan began to say before Emily cut him off.

"No more of that, we have to look forward. For them," she said as she squeezed his hand.

Stan nodded silently in agreement as he stared up at the ceiling. The throbbing in his cock was growing more and more insistent as he felt it push sideways into his overtaxed underwear until it was overlapping his thigh.

"Lights off," Emily commanded as the lights in their bedroom partially dimmed before snapping off suddenly, the computer somewhere deeper in the house chimed in acknowledgement of the command. The room was still well-lit by the distant towers' glow that poured in through their small window. Their eyes adjusted to the ever-present twilight.

"Uhhhnnn," Stan moaned as he tried to adjust himself with his free hand. His cock had become painfully stuck sideways beneath his underwear as it further inflamed. The tip had breached past the leg opening and was pressing firmly between the frayed hem of his briefs and the bare flesh of his thigh.

"What's wrong?" Emily inquired as she sat up, drawing the blanket back. Stan tried to cover himself but it was too late. Emily's eyes went wide for a moment as she took in his situation.

"Wow dear, that...that is something," Emily stuttered almost at a loss for words.

"I just have to...." Stan grunted as he lifted his hips into the air and pulled the underwear down far enough to free his tool. It sprung urgently upwards. He wasn't even fully erect yet and it still looked and felt enormous between his legs. His heavy balls strained against the bunched up underwear. Their confinement was at an end as he couldn't help but dig his hands deep into the bunched up briefs to grope their swollen expanse. He grunted as he spread his legs, ripping the underwear off his body with a *rippppp*. He lamented their destruction, having been his best pair but the pleasure refocused him on his balls.

"Ahhhhh!" Stan let out a cry of anguished pleasure as he massaged his sensitive testicles. They were visibly more swollen than they were just hours ago, his body had replenished his reserves through the evening and now the heavy oval orbs pulsed and hitched hotly against his grasping hands. Each heavy taste was big enough to fully fill his palm. Any attempt to obscure his package from Emily was dashed as he couldn't help but clutch and massage himself. The ghostly illumination of the room illustrated his penis in stark light. Without warning Emily's hand wrapped around the midpoint of his shaft and gave his tool a hesitant squeeze.

"Oh god Em...hhnhhnn!!!" Stan cried out. The touch of his wife on his sensitive flesh sent a lance of pleasure down into his balls and up his spine. A thick pearl of pre-cum pushed out of the tip of his spire before breaking and trickling down Emily's fingers. Stan couldn't help but grind his hips upward, forcing his wife's grip to masturbate at least some of his increasingly turgid length. He was growing longer and thicker by the moment as she pulled her hand away.

Stan looked down, he was already fully erect. All ten and a half inches of him jutting out from his crotch into the night air. Thick veins pulsed just under the thin skin of his cock pulsing his mushroom-tipped head as it engorged with hot blood. Stan couldn't suppress an animalistic whine as his hands released his balls and picked up where Emily left off and began to madly masturbate up and down his cock from root to tip.

"Are you ok?!" Emily asked with concern. Her voice sounded muted, Stan's own powerful heartbeat filled his sensitive ears. The sound was like a drumbeat driving his more and more wild.

"Em, please, don't...I don't know what I'll do," Stan beseeched her. His objection was silenced as pleasure coursed through his body forcing him to grind his teeth ground against each other. He felt his hesitation quickly eroding. Every worn muscle in his body felt a sudden and deep needful ache. All the suppressed erections and tight constriction of the day coalesced into this one moment. He could barely breathe as he drove himself closer and closer.

Emily was shuffling and wiggling next to him. Her moments rocked his heaving body as their thin mattress moved underneath him. He hardly noticed or cared, his hands were a flurry. The pre-cum leaking from his tip had not abated and had given his entire cock a shiny exterior that glistened wetly in the low light. Stan needed both his hands to fully grasp the circumference of his throbbing tool as the flesh throbbed in his grip. He slowed momentarily to squeeze the root of his cock which only inflamed his length further and coaxed several more dollops of pre to course down the shuddering mass between his legs.

Stan felt a sudden weight on his thighs. It took effort to crane his head up from the rapt attention he was paying to his cock. It was Emily. His wife was straddling his writhing body. Her panties and bra were gone. Her pert small breasts jutted towards him with erect nipples as his own movements caused them to lightly jiggle. Her lithe form basked in the low light astride his body. Stan stopped masturbating as he took her in. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent. She was as perfect as he could ever want. He felt a squeamish butterfly-like feeling deep in his gut. Gazing at her body caused another slick dribble of pre-cum to leak out of him. Without his hands to spread the liquid it formed a small rivulet down the underside of his rock-hard jutting cock.

"Em, you don't...hurr...understand, it's...it's," he pleaded with her. But Emily was insistent. He knew somewhere deep down that her love of him was going to lead to her getting hurt. No matter how much he wanted to protect her. He wasn't even sure of his own faculties despite his assurances to their children.

Emily's hands grasped his length and spread the lubricant up and down his penis, slowly. Much too slowly. But Stan couldn't stop moaning at the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. It was taking all he had to not erupt right then and there. It felt like he was holding back an unstoppable force as his balls rolled and pulled up and into his thighs.

"Emily..." he managed to moan out as she slowly pulled his throbbing erection towards the deep-set area between her legs. The curving lines of where her thighs met her torso led to a small manicured forest of dark black hairs that covered her vagina's tight entrance. Birth control wasn't readily available so they rarely copulated, it was hard enough to have four children as it was. But none of that mattered now. Stan could smell her, really smell her. The acrid-sweet musk emanated from her body, stronger now. He had never noticed how good his wife smelled before now. It was intoxicating. He felt a bubbling need to take her. He didn't know how much longer he could control himself.

"Look at what I got," Emily produced a small plastic and foil wrapped circle. A condom. She had actually saved one from the last charity visit. It must have been more than a year ago that she had snuck that out from one of the closely-guarded care packages that had been distributed to a few of their neighbors. Emily was having a hard time opening the small hermetically-sealed package. The rarity of the small protective balloons gave them little experience and Emily even less so as Stan normally applied his own. He couldn't wait any longer as the plastic crinkled fruitlessly in her fingers. She huffed in frustration as she tried to rotated the small circle to pry at every possible edge.

Stan groaned as he gripped her bare sides and pulled her towards his jutting penis. The love for his wife felt like it was being pushed away by a rising carnal lust. Stan couldn't stop himself. The swollen tip of his cock pressed needfully, insistently, against her lower lips.

"Wait Stan, we need protection...I'm-" Emily protested before letting out a sudden gasp. Her body shuddered as his tip began to part her womanhood.

"Stan you're too large..wait..." Emily moaned as Stan's grip moved to her arms. He practically pulled her onto himself.

"I can't stop...hnnghhh!" Stan cried. The lust surging through his body was telling him to push deeper and more insistently into her. Emily writhed atop him as inch after inch of his concrete-hard tool sank between her legs. Her back arched as his throbbing cock parted and filled her inner sanctum. He had never felt her body so tightly wrapped around his penis. Stan could tell she wasn't ready for him. Emily's own juices were only now starting to wash against his delving flesh as he sunk the first five-inches of his length inside of her. His own pre-cum provided enough lubrication for the both of them. This was as deep as he had ever been in his wife and it wasn't enough. He kept pushing deeper.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Emily repeated as she moaned and bucked atop him. Her head rolled madly on her shoulders as another inch sunk into her. His grip on her arms gravitated to the gentle curves of her tensed ass cheeks as he pulled her more insistently onto himself. Emily's hips began to gyrate. He could feel her erect clitoris dragging along the top of his penis as he penetrated her. Her thin frame shuddered as he encountered resistance.

"No more, it's ahhhh!!! The children, they can...uhhh!!! hear," Emily groaned atop him. Her eyes were half-lidded as she objected. Her narrow chest was rising and falling quickly as her long black hair whipped over her shoulders.

"Emilleeeee...hurrhhh..." Stan groaned deeply in response, unable to wrestle control from the lust that filled his every thought. He knew the kids could hear them through the thin walls but he couldn't quiet his own needful moans. He pulled her down onto his cock harder. His large hands dug into her hips as he increased his grip. He was using her body leverage against his need. Her legs were no help to keep him from diving deeper into her inner folds. Stan easily overcame what little resistance Emily could muster, her legs spread further and further apart over the bed. Emily half-screamed, half-moaned as another slow inch of him disappeared into her increasingly-wet snatch. His cock was on fire. He had never felt so hard in his life. Foamy drool leaked out of the corners of his mouth. It felt like he may cum at any moment. He desperately felt the need to hilt himself before that happened. Only three inches remained between his own thin pubic hairs and the glistening hairs of his wife's bush.

He was close. So close. The eighth inch of his male-hood squelched past her wet entrance as his engorged tip found itself pressing against her spongy cervix. Emily's hands were madly massaging the stretched lips of her vagina as she gasped for air. Stan could see her discomfort but it only made him want to take her more. His body was on autopilot as he pressed hard against the opening to her uterus. The pleasure was driving him mad. Emily let out a high-pitched whining cry as the head of his huge cock jammed against her unyielding cervix.

"Stan please...." Tears of pained pleasure streamed down her face. Her hands braced themselves on his broad chest. She locked her arms and with a concerted effort she pushed herself away from him.

Emily managed to remove several inches of his soaking cock from her pussy. Her swollen clitoris dragged against his length making her cry out. Stan grabbed her by her hips and overpowered her arm's strength as he managed to pull her back onto himself.

"HRRNGH...HURRR!!" He was making deep inhuman grunting and snorting noises now, more akin to an animal than a man. But he didn't care. He could only focus on mating. Making her entirely his.

"UUHHHH!!" Emily moaned as she collapsed forward, her arms buckled under his powerful insistence. Her hips pushed forward, elevated in the air by the support of his manhood as she was re-impaled. Her teeth bit her lower lip as she cried out again and again in unwanted pleasure. The sensation of her hot wet folds wrapping around him was too great to bear as Stan's hips thrust harder and harder into his wife.

"HURR...HURRRR-...WHINNEEYYYY!!!" Stan roared as his whole shaft tensed as his swollen churning balls hitched upwards towards his groin. Stan could feel his cock's head swell inside of her just as a torrent of scalding hot cum pushed its way through his length. All the muscles in his neck swelled with exertion as he poured powerful rope after rope of seed into Emily. His legs both kicked compulsively below him as he came. Their valuable old blanket ripping below him before being ejected off the bed entirely.

There wasn't enough room in Emily's already overstretched pussy to hold the volume of jism he was producing. Stan's churning sticky seed wormed its way down his penis and began to push past her labia in powerful sloppy gales of white cum. The last almost three inches of his thick cock stuck outside her writhing form, previously only wetted by what little of their shared juices escaped the overstretched lips of her womanhood was now drenched in a veritable waterfall of his own seed.

"Uhhh...uhh...uhhhh," Emily moaned as she craned her head skyward, her hands gripped her small breasts for support as she came. He could feel her walls weakly convulse and pry at his length. The volume of cum was being pushed out of her tight hole even faster as she orgasmed atop him. Stan's vision went blurry as he came again and again into her tightness. His balls roiled between his legs as his heart raced in his chest to a fevered pitch.

Stan began to thrust in and out Emily even as he could feel the powerful ropes of cum abating. He was still hard, excruciatingly hard. He was not satiated. The slickness of his own seed driving was driving him mad with pleasure as the musky smell of his own cum and his wife's sex filled his nose.

Brusquely grabbing Emily, who was still riding the crashing waves of her own orgasm, he rolled her sideways onto the bed. He was on top of her in moments, his cock never fully leaving her lightly convulsing pussy. Emily squealed in shock. Stan's arms her shoulders as she writhed beneath him. His nostrils flared as he expelled powerful puffs of hot air against her face. He had to mate. He had to take her again.

"Stan...uhhh...puh...please..." she begged as Stan resumed his furious thrusting. Emily's head tilted upward in a silent cry, her mouth open as her whole body was pushed across the mattress by the powerful muscle between his legs. His cock sloppily withdrew far enough that its engorged head plucked at her stretched outer lips before plunging his as much of his length as he could get back into her. He thrust over and over, his pace furious and unrelenting. His still swollen balls swung pendulously between his elevated thighs. The feeling of their heavy churning flesh only escalated the pleasure coursing through his every nerve.

"...cAHNT...MLEEEE...MURHHNN-" he grunted lustily with what little of his awareness could burrow through the need. He only was partially aware of what he was doing to his wife but was powerless to stop himself.

"It's...ahhh! AHH!! Please...Stan, pleaahh!!!" Emily pleaded weakly. Emily wrestled her arms free of Stan's gripping hands as he clutched the sheets below her. Her hands reached up and gripped his broad back. Her nails were too worn down from hard work to even scratch his skin as she desperately held onto his heaving torso. She pawed uselessly at him like a trapped animal as his thrusts sped up.

"Please...pu...pu..uuhhh...unnnhhhhh," Emily's moans faded into unintelligible gurgles as his relentless thrusts quieted her objections. Her hoarse voice only able to produce a series of escalating pleasured moans. His still steaming-hot congealing cum was everywhere. Nothing could deter him from pistoning his cock past her gaping outer lips.

"cuh...cumminnggggg!!!" Emily howled in unwanted pleasure underneath him as she orgasmed violently. Her body curled upward, the top of her head brushing Stan's sternum before whipping backwards as her back arched. Hot liquid poured out of her opening mixing with the gobs of white cum that saturated both their crotches. Her pussy pulled at his length harder and more insistently than the first time despite its fatigued and overworked muscles.

It wasn't long until Stan felt his balls pull up between his legs and his heavy cock engorge excruciatingly. His huge tongue rolled out of the side of his mouth as his ears pinned themselves backwards along the top of his head. With one heavy thrust he attempted to fruitlessly to hilt himself. His cock jammed itself against Emily's cervix hard as he edged ever closer towards the satisfaction his body craved.

"HURNEEIIGHHHH!!" He screamed towards the ceiling as he came. His voice deepened temporarily as the muscles of his overtaxed cock stretched another half-inch in length. The circumference of his cock subtly expanded even as he shot rope after rope of jism into Emily. His increased length pushed Emily across the mattress as not another fractional inch of him could fit in her. A thin line of hairs formed from his neck to the small of his back as he came. His toes thickened and scrunched further together behind him as his tensed ass cheeks modestly plumped and pushed against each other. His hands clutched the fabric to the left and right of Emily's exhausted body as the muscles in his arms tensed and released as he moaned in pleasure.

Something he had never felt before under his taught taint pulsed once then twice. His eyes rolled backwards in his distended skull. The pleasure of whatever it was hollowed him out. There was no thought but the lancing heat that coursed through his body. He began to rear backwards onto his haunches. His cock pulled at her pussy's still convulsing walls as it extricated itself. His withdrawing male-hood made a wet *schlorrp* as the cum-fueled suction between them broke. Eight inches of his soaking-wet length pulled out of her now-gaping opening. Now freed, his eleven-inch monster bobbed heavy on his groin.

His liberated cock jerked upwards towards his stomach. The underside of his cock bloated as a fresh rope of cum pushed through the elongated flesh of his sex. The immense testes jostled between his legs before jerking upward. His mouth gaped open in a silent roar. His lips pulled backwards revealing his wide teeth. A rope of white cum ejaculated from his gaping urethra with an undiminished power despite his earlier orgasms. The seed whipped across Emily's face and chest. It was joined by another rope and another as his hands madly gripped his length. His cock jerked upwards painting the wall behind the bed as much as his wife. The ropes were quickly diminishing in volume but not force. Thick globs pooled between Emily's rising and falling breasts and sloughed off her sides onto the bed. Emily gurgled as her head rolled sideways in a post-orgasmic stupor, barely aware of what was happening to her.

Stan snorted triumphantly as he took in his efforts. He collapsed forward again, supported above Emily by his tensed arms. His huge cock hung over her, his dangling emptied balls pressed against the underside of his length. Remnants of his ejaculation drained from his gaping urethra onto his wife's thighs. Even though his body was almost spent he still felt the gnawing need to mate. His cock was still erect and showed no signs of softening. The need still roiled through his loins and pressed against his hazy lust-addled mind.

With a grunt he collapsed next to his near-passed out wife. The bed shook from the sudden impact of his weight. His wife's body rolled against his side as his body compressed the foam almost down to the hard base it laid on. It didn't matter that he was laying on the congealing sticky contents of his balls smeared over the sheets. Rolling over, his six and half-foot height pushed against Emily's pale bare flesh. His balls rolled over his lower thigh as he spooned his wife. His hands easily encompassed the entirety of her breasts from behind. He squeezed her mammaries, her still-erect nipples pressing into his wide palms. His insistent erection pressed between her thighs as he used them to gently masturbate himself. Her bare leg-flesh wasn't good enough. He wanted something hot and slick to sink himself into. He grunted as he tilted his hips upward and pushed his cock past the rise of his wife's lower ass to his target. With a quiet whiney he prodded her yawning pussy lips before sinking himself back into Emily's depths. Despite his near-constant work on her pussy she still felt tight around his engorged head as it guided the rest of his expansive cock.

"Stan...no... I can't-" Emily quietly grunted at the intrusion but was too weak to resist as he pushed himself as deep as he could into her soaked and abused snatch. Stan began to weakly and slowly thrust, dragging her whole body across the sheets with every push of his hips. Emily was drifting in and out of consciousness as she let out small squeaks with every press of his tip against her cervix.

Even as he thrust a great aching-tiredness filled his every bone and muscle. His eyes rolled loosely in their sockets as he struggled to keep his eyelids from closing. Stan couldn't keep going. His thrusting slowed. Stan felt suddenly dizzy, verging on nauseous, like he was falling from a great height. He couldn't resist the tiredness. He huffed deeply once across Emily's face, the air tussling her cum-whipped hair. The acrid-musky smell of his mating wafted through his nose as he thrust one last time. Stan buried his still turgid length deep in his wife just as the inky darkness took him.