After grabbing himself an egg cell from the hospital. He drove back home while laughing to himself.
When he got home, he made sure to lock the doors and ran to his room. He placed the little plastic canister on the floor. He removed all his clothes and sat in front of it.
He was excited to meet his son. He was smiling from ear to ear. He started to jack off, slowly but full of pleasure.
"U-Ahh yes!" He began moaning to himself. His deep voice was taking over the whole room.
Soon, when he feel like he's about to cum, he opened the canister with his one hand and blasted the cum into it. He closed the canister and cleaned his dick first.
While carrying the canister, he walked to the Chronivac and ran up the scanner. The chronivac showed an empty stats.
Subject: -- Castellanos
Age: fertilized (3 minutes and counting)
Height:--
Weight: --
Ethnicity: 25% Greek/25% Anglo-American/50% Native American (Navajo)
Sexuality: --
Relationships: Jeff Castellanos (Father)/Nizhoni Johnson (Mother)
He was shocked to see his son's admixture and who had donated that egg cell. A mixture of Greek, American and Native American? What would his son look like?
He then started to fill it up. Changing it into
Subject: Notah Castellanos
Age: 6
Height: 3'10"
Weight: 50 lb
Ethnicity: 25% Greek/25% Anglo-American/50% Native American (Navajo)
Sexuality: ---
Body type: Prepubescent
Body Hair Index (0-10): ---
Penis Length (Erect): Prepubescent
Circumcised: Yes
Relationship Status: ---
Relationships: Jeff Castellanos (Father)
Since he doesn't want the mother to be involved in the situation, he removed her from the list but let his son get the Native traits, since hes curious of what he will look like. He also quick looked up a Navajo name for his son as he didn't want his son to be completely divorced from his mother's heritage and history, Jeff just didn't want the complication of dealing with his son's mother immediately. Besides, he could always add her into the scenario later on.
As soon as Jeff was satisfied with the changes. He clicked enter and windows popped out.
ALTER WORLD TO FIT?
Beneath it were two boxes.
CHANGE NON-USER MEMORIES?
ALTER WORLD COMPLETELY TO FIT?.
He then clicked yes to both and the rotating hourglass appeared on the screen again.
Soon, he noticed the red tiny dot in the canister. Realizing that it was an embryo, he ran to his bed, layed down and he poured it above his abs as the embryo began to outgrow the canister. The embryo continued to grow quickly. From its stage, it became a fetus, and then into a newborn.
Once his son began to cry, Jeff stood up and help him. A feeling of pride and overwhelming joy filled him to be holding his son, his baby boy. For a brief glance, Jeff took a look at the mirror and saw that his body hair looked a lot thicker than before, but his eyes quickly returned to his quickly growing son.
The baby grew through several months rather quickly and stopped crying. Jeff had a good look at him. Notah, the baby, got the had an olive skin tone, a balance between his Greek skin and his mother's. He kissed Notah on the forehead as black whispy hair began to grow and fill out and the toddler giggled as baby fat filled him out, making Notah absolutely adorable.
Holding Notah became increasingly difficult and uncomfortable the older he became as Jeff at first balanced his son on his hip, and as he began to outgrow that, decided it was time to put his son on his own two feet about the time Notah stopped growing older at age six. He was a bit longer than Jeff's torso with a healthy bit of baby fat still clinging to his body. Along the road of transformation a diaper had appeared which had transformed into training pants and now Sesame Street printed briefs. Notah's features while slightly resembling Jeff had a remarkable amount of them which did not resemble him in the least--such as the shape of Notah's head, the shade of black his hair was, and the shape of his eyes, though Notah had inherited Jeff's eye color unadulterated.
Jeff himself felt older than he had been a second before, and glancing at the computer screen he could see why: he was now six years older, having aged from 25 to 31, and was beefier, burlier, hairier, and overall thicker as a man in his prime would be expected to be.