The lights flashed and flickered, error messages cascaded down the diagnostic screen, and the lights flickered and dimmed as Jon and his moms data was decoded. Data was recoreded as corrupted, some was omitted, others were duplicated to compensate, the machines data sorting capabilities were overtaxed and parts were just slapped anywhere. Duplicates parts stopped being screened out. And they rematerialized.
Jon was disoriented. He stumbled to find a mirror. What he saw shocked him. He was mostly himself, but instead of his right hand he had his moms foot, instead of his mouth, he had ber vagina, instead of his ass he had her breasts, and a duplicate breast hung down between his legs where his dick should be.
He turned to see his mom. She had Jon's scruff of five o clock shadow on her face, his manly eyes and lips, she had Jon's butt cheeks instead of breasts, with a dick growing from the center of each like a nipple would. between her legs was jons mouth, her right foot was Jon's hand.
