"I think Rodney was just as surprised at Joyce's remark as I was. I realized that this study was important, but all of a sudden what Joyce said seemed...like a great idea. I handed Rodney the vial, and Joyce and I both watched as he carefully put his DNA inside."The label on the bottle says, "John Ritter". I don't mind doing this as long as you two guys keep me out of trouble." No way, Rodney. John and I will make sure you don't." Joyce dropped the bottle into the envelope and sealed it. "I'll. No one was in there right now. Another looked into the next booth. As I looked, a man entered the booth and shut the door. He squated down and I heard some movement. As I looked under my video screen I saw the big hole and the guy next door was sticking his cock through it. It was very dark but I could make it out somewhat.I don't think I was prepared for this but the sound of guys trying to get in my booth, the video on the screen, and the smell of cum everywhere makes you do strange. She then remarked on how she wished she had a bodylike mine. I chuckled and said "Hey . . . be careful what you wishfor . . . you may not get exactly what you want."She smiled and went back to getting dressed. My tits were sittingkind of funny in my bikini top. I grabbed my suit and pulled up onthem with my fingers. "There . . . that's better" I thought. "Thesetits are even harder to get situated than my cock and balls were." Ishut my locker, grabbed my towel and decided to head out to. Pressing my hand to my softening belly, I try to imagine the life growing inside of me. I took a tiny spark of that magic along with me. What I’m doing I do for both selfish and altruistic reasons. I do it for myself, for Han, for the pack, and primarily for the son or daughter who deserves every choice imaginable. Maybe, just maybe, someone who left the pack behind did it for the very same reasons I have. Perhaps, they’re out here somewhere fueling the magic and keeping that preternatural.