One week later...

You lean back and fidget in your seat, struggling to get comfortable. It's not that there's anything wrong with the chair; it's a plush leather number, like all the others in the well-furnished waiting room. The real problem is your patience: you and Michael have been here almost an hour, watching the door as you wait for April and Peter to emerge from the memory restructuring wing.

With you are two Pearson's Perfections employees: a doctor and a nurse. The nurse is a busty Latina woman... And with the skimpy uniform she's wearing, it's easy to tell that she's well over D-cup. As such, she's helping to ease the boredom by bouncing on Mike's lap. He's only half-paying attention, giving the nurse's bouncing ass the occasional slap between glances at the door.

While your friend gets his rocks off, you're responsible for the boring part: chatting with the doctor. She's slim and relatively flat-chested, so you won't be getting any relief until your bimbos return.

"They're just running a few final tests in there, but so far the results look good," the doctor says enthusiastically. "As far as we can tell, they've both retained the bulk of their original memories, but we've successfully dissociated many of them... Almost as if they witnessed the events, rather than actually living them. Then we implanted each of them with the other one's memories, dissociated in a similar fashion.

She pauses, taking a deep breath. "The end result is two women with the same 'past.' They both remember more-or-less everything happened to April throughout her life, and also what happened to Peter. It should be nearly impossible for them to figure out who is who, even if they tried."

"They won't try," you state matter-of-factly. "They know this turns me on, and that's enough for them to accept it."

"Naturally," the doctor replies with a nod. "John, if I may speak freely... I can't thank you enough for bringing them in. This was a unique challenge, and I might even get a publication out of it. Memory adjustments are very much 'in,' but an overhaul like this... The ethics alone--"

"No need to think about that," you interrupt. "It's what my dick wants, and that's all that matters, right?"

"...Right." She nods again. "All's well that ends well, and I assure you, this DOES end well. I'm sure both you and your 'dick' will be more than pleased--Ah, and here they are!"

The door swings open, and two women walk in... Your women. They're wearing hospital gowns, though "wearing" might be generous given how badly they fit: the front is stretched obscenely over their inflated tits, while their bubble butts are hanging out the back.

The moment they enter the room, Mike pushes the nurse away. She falls off his lap and onto all fours, then crawls quietly off to the side; a girl in her profession must be accustomed to being discarded when the main event arrives. Mike stares at his parents, practically licking his lips as he gives his still-wet cock a few strokes.

"Presenting April and Peter... Wait, no," the doctor says. "That won't work anymore, will it? Do you have anything in mind for their names?"