A more mature fiancée

Jane's panic threatened to get louder and louder, as she didn't really know what to make of the fact that she was currently housing people she considered her friends and family in her body. She was ready to reach for her phone, but you grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a quick kiss to try and calm her down.

"Hey, hey," you said, talking low, "I know it's weird. But it's also late. Emilia will still be there in the morning, and I don't think everyone in you intends to hurt you. It's gonna be weird, but... well, you're the one who is so interested in the ghost stuff, right? Why not use this as a time to learn and observe? You could probably write a book about all this ghost stuff, and become famous in the paranormal community."

Your girlfriend pauses. "...that's true... I wanted to know about it from the other side, but I guess writing a book about being basically a paranormal medium works too." You knew Jane well enough to guess that the promise of fame could sway her to consider allowing everything to continue as it currently was. It was the easiest gig, as she would have to do basically nothing as she watched others using her body. She wrapped her arms around you, considerably calmer, kissing your cheek. "Can you promise me something though?"

You nodded. "Sure, what it is it?"

"Whatever happens, you're the only one they can be with. If they try to do something with my body with anyone else, you call Emilia. Got it? If these ghosts try to do something weird, who are you going to call?"

"That feels like a trick question."

Jane slugged you in the shoulder. "I'm serious! You should probably talk to Emilia anyway. She had to know what was gonna happen, so hopefully she has some way to undo a lot of this." Your girlfriend slides under the covers almost completely, like she was hiding from the outside world, before she turns away. You mostly understood her lack of affection in that moment, but still, it felt in that moment like you and she were a world apart, as you drifted off to sleep. Your persuasion had a secondary purpose, as maybe seeing what the other women do as Jane would improve the situation between you which had deteriorated significantly ever since she had touched the Ghost Machine...

Morning came, and Jane was already out of bed, but you could smell something delicious, the aroma of bacon and eggs filling your apartment. That was new... you didn't expect Jane to be up and cooking impromptu like this.

You stepped out of the bedroom, still in your pajamas, to look at your fiancée, as she hummed and swayed her hips to some oldies playing on the radio that sat next to the streaming speakers, telling you plenty about who was actually using your girlfriend's body at that moment. You didn't say anything for a while, watching the hypnotic sway of the ass clad in their own pajama bottoms. Eventually she turns around, noticing you.

"Oh, good morning John. I wanted to make sure my darling daughter and my future son in law were eating right! You have a lot of sugary cereals in the pantry. But, I suppose I can understand, you two are still so young..." She hums again, putting together a massive breakfast for the two of you. It looked almost like it would've been more suitable had all the women who were invited to dinner last night were physically present, but they were all crammed into one body, and as far as you knew, Jane's stomach was still the same size...

She sets the plates on the table, and takes a seat, across the way from you. Even just the way Jane moved and talked gave you a preview of how she might look with an injection of motherly behaviors. Before she took a bite, she rested her chin on her hands, staring at you dreamily.

"Goodness, you're quite lovely to look at. I think I've earned the right to say that while I'm in my daughter's body," she said, before she reached out to take one of your hands in her own. "I'm going to certainly enjoy helping her make me a grandchild."

You almost spit out the orange juice you were sipping on, setting the glass down as your face reddened. "W-whoa, now, that's a little premature, don't you think? The wedding hasn't even happened yet, we haven't discussed... kids."

Jane frowned. "Well, then it's a good thing I'm here! I have plenty of experience, you know. Maybe I need to just stay in this body until I can be certain that it's happening... there's a lot of techniques to maximize the chances of fertility. I will need you performing at your best, so I will need to do everything I can to maximize your arousal! Like, I'll want you paying significant attention to Jane's breasts."

Neither of you have taken a bite of breakfast by this point, but it was all but forgotten already. Jane scooted her chair back, and began to slip out of her pajama top, until her giant, glorious tits were standing at the ready before you. "Keep in mind that despite their size now, they will grow even more during the pregnancy. They're going to get quite heavy..." As if to illustrate, she lifted up her breasts, holding them in her hands.

"Y-yes, I'm aware of what happens to womens' bodies before having a kid..." you said, just watching in awe as Jane was piloted to so casually show off her body as if you were being given an anatomy lesson.

Jane sighs. "But, if I may be honest for a moment? It's been a long time since my husband decided to move to Tahoe with that floozy barista he met... I haven't found a good replacement. So it might be a little selfish, but I would really love to recapture that youthful energy, the passion of young love..." She smiles at you. "I'll make sure you're treated right, in return."

"Honestly I think... I think I'm happy to spend time with you, Rebecca, but it's only fair for Jane to be in charge when trying to do any, uh, babymaking."

Jane laughs, and steps toward you, scooting your chair out a bit so she could sit on your lap. "Oh, nonsense! She doesn't have the sort of experience I do. I will provide you a classy, sophisticated experience..."

Suddenly, she sits upright. "Nngh, seems someone else would like to take the fore for a while... one moment..."