As Jeff looked at his dad's stats, his mind raced with every possibility. He wanted his girlfriend to be younger than his dad currently was, that much was certain. And he wanted her to be completely devoted to him. But for other details, it was practically overwhelming. Yet he knew that she had to have certain aspects that were imperative.
1. She had to be BIG. Not even "big" by realistic standards, but BIG big in both size and height. Jeff's heart pounded at the thought of making love to an inhumanly big beauty, bloated beyond the standards of mere mortality. A living mountain of muscle that cooed at his every touch and reciprocated or even took the lead in mutual pleasure. A beastly babe who wasn't ever concerned with thoughts or comments made in her direction.
2. She had to want a family. In all honesty, he was turned on by the way certain bodybuilders got when they went too far. The way a woman's thick core swelled out like she was pregnant, the virilization of a woman who could be a model to the point of making grown men look like little boys in comparison. The deep, powerful voice that demanded respect and attention. But he didn't want his perfect lover to be ruined by steroid abuse, despite looking like they consumed or injected every substance and hormone known to mankind to get that big. He wanted a family, and thereby wanted her to want a family, as well. And steroids ruined any chance of that. But with the Chronivac, he could have both a hypermuscular slut on everything under the sun AND the chance to impregnate and have his own family with her!
His mind flashed to his most common fantasy - of his mate storming the stage at a heavyweight male bodybuilding competition in only a pair of posers, and blowing every other person out of the water. Her body the pinnacle of power, hiding the secret of their children growing within her womb as her shelf-like pecs threatened to spray milk everywhere as the applause and praise brought her ever closer to orgasming underneath the blaringly hot lights. Flexing and posing as she called out to Jeff to watch her shift her stances, her muscles swelling larger with each pump as she moaned out his name before ending the routine by grabbing him from behind the curtains and pulling him to the ground. His hands roaming her overly warm body as she pushed her lips to his, her tongue snaking into his mouth as she tore his pants off. Her hand giving him a few preparatory pumps as she tore off the only miniscule bit of decency she had on before mounting herself. Her voice echoing over the audience as she claimed her true prize while the judges awarded her the victor's spot.
Flustered beyond belief, Jeff knew he could finally have what he truly wanted. And all that stood in the way of him and his fantasy was his dad. All he had to do was figure out the specifics.
Name: Mike Wilcox
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
IQ: 116
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Sex Drive: Low
Physique: Soft (Aging, Lack of Exercise)
Hair: Dark Brown (Greying: sides, Thinning)
Eyes: Dark Blue
Occupation: Business Man/Single Father
Relationships: Jessica (Wife, Deceased), Jeff (Son)
Current Activities: Relaxation (watching competitive sports)
With this in mind, Jeff got to typing what kind of girl he was going to replace his father with. Even if only for a little while...