After quite a bit of work, Jeff finishes modifying his father. He looks back at the backup of his father he made:
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)
And then to his creation:
Name: Fetia Formus
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Pacific Islander
IQ: 130
Sexuality: Bisexual
Sex Drive: High
Physique: Muscled
Height: 6'6
Breasts: H cups, Perky, Soft
Waist: Muscled, Thin
Hips: Wide, Muscled
Ass: Large, Muscled
Hair: Dark Brown, absurdly long, soft, silky, dense, low maintenance.
Eyes: Deep Blue
Occupation: Weightlifter, Competitive fighter
Skill level: Very high
Relationships: Jeff (Lover)
Current Activities: Relaxation (Watching her own fights)
Special Notes: No matter how rough, she cannot hurt Jeff. Favourite actions are cuddling Jeff at home and lifting weights.
Jeff clicked on the accept and rushed down to see it happen. His dad is still there, watching his games. "Hey Jeff, you done?" He nodded, taking his place on the opposite side of the couch. The first thing he noticed was his father firming up and growing. And then, his hair exploded out, flying all over the place. He sighed and looked at Jeff with his now blue eyes. "Hey, hon, do you mind braiding my hair?"
"Sure," he responded, "but turn around so I have access." He did wordlessly, picking up the remote as he did.
"Hey hon, you mind if I change the channel?" He nodded, busying himself with braiding the long, soft strands. The channel changed to a fighting tournament, and his father/girlfriend leaned in closely. "Aw fuck yeah, that's more like it," he, now she, said in a deep, yet feminine tone of voice. The sound of inflating balloons filled the room, as her features shifted. She grabbed him from where he was, saying, "Where dy'a think you're going hun? This is the best part!"
On the screen were two scantly clad women, both about as built as the amazon that was currently cuddling Jeff. On one side was a blue eyed blonde beauty wearing pink spandex, and on the other was Fetia, who... well... wasn't wearing much. After a tough and titillating battle, Fieta was the one remaining. "Did ya see that hun? I'm the best!"
"I know you are babe," Jeff said, "You've always been the best~"
She smirked. "Oh, you big charmer you," she said, leaning in for a long, hard kiss, "You say that every time!"
"But it's true every time!" Jeff retorts.
"Oh?" Fieta asked, standing up, "why don't you show me how good I am in the bedroom?"