Seeing the Parts

"What the fuck?" you say, as the doctor raises an eyebrow. "My dad, mom, and sister were fucking?"

"Oh that happens a lot," the doctor says. "Or so I've found."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it seems to come out every time we do one of these operations. But never mind that, come with me, I need your help." She pulls you by the hand over to an operating table. You aren't exactly sure who you are looking at, but there is a table that has all of the parts sitting there. "Tell me how to put this back together," she says. "Or I suppose you could build whoever you want."

With that last suggestion she gazes off into the mirror, a slight smile curling on her lips.

You recognize your dad's dick from remembering it inside you, as well as your mom's pussy and breasts. There is also one other dick and one other vagina. Everyone's head seems intact, and there are girl legs to choose from, plus one set of male legs.

There were three asses to choose from, one labelled as male.

Looking over at your mom's head, you saw that there was tape over her mouth.

As if sensing your question, the doctor says, "your mouth was lost, we used this one as a replacement. You picked it while asleep."

Focusing on your lips for a moment, you have a sense memory: you hear yourself (or rather, your mother), gagging and then shouting "_just two cocks? Come one, fuckers, get five cocks in my whore mouth at once". _And then: "so this tiny cock made my son's girlfriend? I bet you want me to suck it. Well, I'm not. I'm gonna fuck you with a strap to show you how to really fuck my husband."

"It's fun," the doctor smiled. She gestured towards the parts. "Put them together how you want. Or switch yourself out for some parts to."

"Three dicks, counting the one on me?" you ask.

The doctor nods. "Yours was... lost," she says. "Go on, build a person... a parent, a lover... both?"