To my horror (and subsequent arousal), I saw my penis and testicles floating about in the soup, with Tash’s disembodied breasts and vagina bobbing alongside them. The body parts were all, thankfully, clean cut. The penis was soft and flesh colored at the end which was normally attached to me, without any blood or signs of it having been part of a complex host body, and the two testicles were neatly wrapped in separate but still preferable skin sacks despite their original residency being taken up by literal nuts.
Tash’s breasts and vagina were similar, with the two large and buoyant tits floating about like creamy, perfect rounded orbs tipped with candy-like nipples, and the vagina was shaped similar to an elongated “V” made out of skin and soft pink muscle, equally as blood-less on the long end as my penis. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant sight, but considering just how gruesome it could have looked, I was just glad I wasn’t promptly throwing up at the sight. And on top of that, I noticed that all six of the components were back to normal, uneaten size. Something I was more than enthusiastic about, even if I didn’t have my boys on my person at the moment.
Tash, still overcome by the sensation that touching her new “taco” had brought with it, was busy trying to calm herself down, and instead of looking for herself simply asked me.
“Well..... what is it? What’s in there?”
Gazing at Tash’s left (or was it right?) breast added it gently swam next to my disembodied penis, I began to think..... I could just take it, and..... no. No, I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. But.....