"Is this Bruce?" read a text Mary's smartphone screen, the message from her friend Barbara followed by a blurry picture of two figures walking along a dimly lit city street.
"No way." Mary assured her without even thinking about it, "Bruce is working overtime in the office tonight, that couldn't be him."
The 28-year-old huffed out a relaxed sigh as she went back to reclining on her couch, gently stroking her protruding pregnant belly as she nursed a homemade "Mom-garita". Being over six months pregnant, it was starting to get rather burdensome to stay active, so these days Mary spent most of her evenings laying on her sofa, flipping through game shows and cheesy dramas while waiting for her husband to get back. She used to be a big-city lawyer, but now she lived on a dreamy farmhouse in the country, complete with several acres of land with plenty of animals. Mary was more than willing to give up her promising career in law to be a stay-at-home mom for their soon-to-be burgeoning family, the perfect life for their new child. Fortunately for her, Bruce seemed to be taking to being a father well, the lawyer working long hours to provide for her and their upcoming firstborn baby.
"The wild app that's gotten parents barking mad-" Mary stopped changing channels, a local news story catching her eyes as it continued. "Yiffr. A new smartphone app that just might send your child to the pound-"
"Bzzz" The phone rumbled again on the nearby coffee table, spurring Mary to sit back up to read her latest message from Barbara. "Are you sure? I saw them heading to motel." Another picture came attached to the message - one that made Mary feel queasy. One of the two figures certainly looked like Bruce - a man in his mid-thirties with a bald head and toned physique. Even worse, the other figure was dressed like a floozy - clearly some sort of street prostitute who would prey on men.
"It's not him. He wouldn't. We're Catholic." Mary lighteninged out a response, hoping to reassure both Barbara and herself that Bruce would never cheat. "Just stop following them." The soon-to-be mother slammed down the phone, clutching the cross necklace she wore since her confirmation in order to ground herself. Bruce was a decent man, a man of God. Dashing her hopes of a happily family before they even got off the ground by cheating on her… that would be.... surely, he wouldn't dream of such a thing.
"Did you ever want to date a chicken?" explained a perplexed looking reporter on the television screen. "Well, Yiffr will actually turn you into a mate for your animal partner which has many local teachers crying fowl-"
"Bzzz" The phone wiggled face down on the coffee table, writhing as Barbara tried to send Mary another message. The pregnant woman just ignored it, taking a big chug of her non-alcoholic drink to drown out her curiosity. But it kept buzzing as if her friend was trying to send her text message after text message. This was clearly important - even if it was the last thing she wanted to know...
"It's him." The message said the finality, a damning picture posted below it. Mary stood up, shaking in her night-gown as tears began streaming from her eyes. It was a picture of the man and the prostitute taken close up, so close you could easily make out their faces. It was diffidently him - unmistakably her husband.
Mary let the glass slip from her hand a shatter to the ground. Those wonderful dreams of a family that used to get her through those pregnancy pains and bouts of morning sickness disintegrated in a moment. The face of her loving husband suddenly twisted into that of a villain in seconds. She'd need to get an annulment before getting legally divorced... everyone in her family and church would know it and it was going to be humiliating. She'd have to live as a single mother... how could she find a husband then? Mary braced herself against a wall as she started to hyperventilate, quivering and fighting back the growing need to vomit.
"Bruce... you bastard..." Mary cursed, gritting her teeth, "I gave up so much for you - for our child. You don't deserve it... you don't deserve anything..."
The Catholic cross hanging from her neck swung feebly against her bosom as Mary wracked her brain for all the ways she could hurt her no-good, cheating husband. What she needed now was justice - karmic justice on Bruce. Her thoughts grazed along on all sorts of awful things she could to him... or things she could do to herself. But in the end, one form of revenge stood out as being extra sweet.
"Yiffr..." Mary searched for the app, recalling the news program she'd seen just minutes ago on the television. She instantly downloaded it to her phone and started scrolling through all the options, a wicked smile curling on her face as she devised her plan. Mary was getting horny just thinking about it.
She'd cheat too. Bruce's precious trophy wife would get fucked by an animal right in front of his eyes - and best yet, she'd have their baby change too. She’d find a new bestial father for their child.
The app displayed all sorts of available suitors in the area both wild and domestic, but to her it didn't matter. A button reading "Random" was right there on the screen which would make the deed quick and easy.
Without another thought, Mary pressed it and ran outside into the cool night air, ready to lose her and her child’s humanity and find her new mate.