Chris grinned as he looked at his new stats, and then he looked at his
father's.
Name: Chris Sanderson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Height: 6'10''
Weight 350lbs
Build: Muscular, minimum fat
IQ: 175
Status: Single
Sexual Preference: Straight
Sex Drive: Maximum
Penis size: 12inches soft, 18 erect
Occupation: Student
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He edited Mike's stats making him two inches taller and 75 lbs heavier
and making him muscular and lean too. Then he decided to knock his
dad's IQ down a few points, and make him more of average intellect
instead of a know it all. He chuckled that was his new job, he was
the smartest, buffest, biggest cocked guy in the house. He looked
around his room, and recalled his father's speech about as an "office
worker this is the best I can afford."
He chuckled, "Well, from now on pops, you're senior vice president and
I expect my lifestyle to improve accordingly." The likelihood that his
father could rise to senior executive status with an average IQ was
ignored. The Chronivac would take care of any discrepancies.
He looked at it one more time, and grinned. His father was 38, he was
16. His father was always complaining that since he turned 35, he
couldn't control his weight, and had started losing his hair. Chris
grinned and took a few years off his father's age. The Chronivac
would iron over the new facts that resulted in Chris being born when
he was father was 16, instead of 22.
Just before he hit execute, Chris changed one more thing. Instead of
"Divorced", his father's marital status now read "married."
name: Mike Sanderson
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 6'5"
Weight 300 lbs
Build: Buff
IQ: 100
Status: Married
Sexual Preference: Bi
Penis size: 7.5inches soft, 9 erect
Occupation: Senior Vice President
TRANSFORMATION COMMENCING. The countdown clock appeared.
Chris felt the char under him lurch, and roll backwards. It had been
an old kitchen chair from Goodwill. Now it was an honest to goodness
ergonomic desk chair on casters. He watched as his futon became a four
poster cherry wood bed.
He swung his fist up in the air, and shouted, "Yes! Score!"
The old PC monitor became a 24" flatscreen and the PC became an Mac.
Chris' clothing changed from no name jeans and a t-shirt to Polo
Khakis and a Polo shirt. He stood up and admired himself and his room.
He headed for the door to see the rest of the house. He had retained
his awareness of the changes, but had set his father to accept the new
reality as if it had always been so.
Chris was startled when he opened his bedroom door. His curtains had
been drawn shut and remained closed though their quality improved.
The hallway didn't open into his old house. It was a new floor plan.
A new house with a long corridor and open balcony overlooking the
living room and dining room stretched before him.
His dad was serving a pasta dinner to an older guy in the dining room.
He looked up at the railing where Chris stood, and shouted, "There you
are sleepy head. Finally, ready for dinner? I must've called you
three times. Come on down and join your dads for dinner!"
"Sure, dad!" Chris answered and then paused, he said under his breath,
"Did he say dads? He must've meant dad's dinner. But he's married
now, so shouldn't it be mom's dinner. And who's that old dude - oh,
wait I remember seeing his picture in dad's office newspaper. That's
Mark Mortimer the CEO of dad's company. Makes sense a VP would have
the CEO to dinner." Chris muttered to himself as he ran downstairs.
This house was great.
There were only 3 places at the table, and his father and Mr. Mortimer
were at two of them. Chris sat down at the third.
"Hey, Mr. Mortimer," Chris said.
His father and Mr. Mortimer exchanged glances. And Mr. Mortimer said,
"Why so formal, Chris? You usually call me Mark, though I prefer Dad."
"Dad?" Chris asked uncertainly.
"You can call us both dad, Chris. Legally, Mark and I are married
remember. You were my best man in Des Moines, Iowa."
"What about mom?" Chris asked.
"Well, Sandra's been out of the picture since you were two. Mike was
really too young when he knocked her up. They were both younger than
you. I know you know the story, but sometimes it helps to put things
in perspective. They divorced when they were 18, and you were two.
And it was my good fortune to run into this young handsome honest stud
when I was just starting my company, and we've been together ever
since. I helped raise you since you were three, Chris, that's why you
went to bodybuilding camp, and are now the buffest kid your age in the
country. My PowerStud Nutrition Products have made us all studs," Mark
said flexing his biceps. His loose clothing shifted to reveal that he
too was a muscle hunk.
"Oh, yeah," said Chris absentmindedly. His mind was racing. He
hadn't foreseen these complications.
"Well, go ahead eat your pasta. I made the noodles from scratch, and
stuffed them with Powerstud Powder, cheese, spinach, and bison meat.
It's just the way you like it, son!"
"Gee, thanks, dad. And, dad," he added nodding toward Mark, "I guess
I'm still waking up. A lot of it seems like dream."
He took a bite of pasta, and smacked his lips. This was damn good.
Maybe two dads wouldn't be so bad. His mother had been out the
picture for the last six years anyway. She had remarried and had
triplets, so she didn't have time for Chris anymore anyway.