Jeff was utterly miserable. He had been reduced to his own baby sister's vagina! Not only that, but he had fecal matter from the baby incrusted within his new labia and body and it was absolutely disgusting! That and the smells of urine, farts and his big brother's sweat as he held the baby. How could it be so vile? And he'd have to suffer through all that all his life? Or rather, his sister's life? No way! Jeff had a sudden flow of mental images of his life following the growth of his sister. Long years of nothing until she reached teenagehood. Then, the fun would start with sexual intercourse. If she felt like it, of course. But it also meant the start of menstrual cycles, every month, for years upon years... Unless she was pregnant, which meant Jeff would have an unwelcome neighbor growing steadily until it finally tore him apart to enter the world outside. Only to start again at the next kid... The most fun would be when she had sex, and the idea of a gigantic penis thrusting happily into his 'mouth' was enough to made him want to vomit. If only he could have... The only vision he'd have of the world would be of girl panties, toilets, pyjamas or bathroom tiles. Great... When he wouldn't get himself 'full' with the presence of a tampon gorging itself on menstrual blood... Until Nicole aged, inevitably, and her pussy became that of an elderly woman. The mere thought was horrible and contemplating having coarse hair grow out of his 'face' at the onset of puberty disgusted him just as much, just as facing the fingers and mouth of a lover and husband. Yuck! Jeff would have screamed out of sheer horror and boredom if he could have. But as he was living a true nightmare, it all stopped.
The bad smells vanished, as did the colors and sounds. Jeff was now, to his utter amazement, in a very dark yet warm and moist environment. He could hear the sound of a drum far off, until he realized this drum was the regular beat of a heart. Jeff was in a body, but where? Why? As What? He could not feel any limbs or anything that might constitute his body. He felt no purpose as when he had been an organ. He just felt utterly round, like a ball. And also... He was tired. He dozed off to sleep in spite of his worries. Which was normal. He was a fertilized egg, after all, and he had a lot of developing to do until he was reborn.
The man, member of the Chronivac rescue team, smiled to himself. He had spared a foolish boy a most horrific fate indeed, much worse than death, even. But that little fool needed to be taught a lesson and forget what he had learned and discovered about the Chronivac. As such, the best course of action was to grant him a new life. To the discretion and judgement of the person in charge of the specific rescue. That young man had been foolish, sure, but also unhappy with his old life. The man hoped that the new one he granted him would go better. His memories of the past life he held would soon vanish after his birth, at any rate. Yes, a job well done and another poor soul saved from his own mistakes.