Ditching the diet

You returned to the locker room to towel off, ditching the swimsuit to take a brief shower after all that swimming to feel clean again. Your hands lingered especially long around your borrowed breasts, teasing the nipples and lathering them up for a considerable amount of time, all for the purposes of making them jiggle and bounce. They don't get that dirty, you know, a voice in your head reminded you, but she was mostly teasing. She seemed to enjoy it as well, a fact you knew when you felt that familiar tingling between your legs. Your fiancée really liked you taking charge of her movements, it seemed...

Wrapped in a towel, but wrapped up like you normally would have been as a guy with your waist covered but your girlfriend's breasts bounding every which way, you sauntered out to where your clothes had been. While your girlfriend liked to act sexy for you on occasion, you were able to control the when and where now, and so far the question of when had become 'all the time'. You really liked to shake those hips around like you were trying to seduce anyone who might be looking. And who knows, since Jane gave you an anything-goes directive, you might just go further than that if someone were to ask...

You stopped as you opened the locker. Instead of finding your girlfriend's outfit, you found three dresses hanging up within the compartment, with a note about how your clothes were being laundered, so please choose from this collection for lunch. The satin dresses in pink, blue, and yellow felt as much like a test as anything else, where Emilia was throwing you curveballs throughout the day.

Oh my gosh, that blue dress is amazing! you heard Jane say in your head. So naturally, you chose the yellow one.

While your girlfriend grumbled at first, once you had slipped into some panties and then tugged the dress up your body--easier than you expected with some of Jane's intrinsic girl know-how in her brain unable to resist the assist as you piloted her--you stood in front of the mirror, and buckled your knees a bit at the pang of the internal warmth returning. I take it back, you made a great choice, I wouldn't have even had a second thought about the other dress but we look great..! Now, the heels!

"I'm not gonna do the heels," you said with an eye roll. You didn't want to bother learning footwear right now. No, you have to! She put those shoes in there for a reason, they go with the dress. Plus, you're trying so hard with the hip sway, the shoes will make it automatic! That was all you needed to hear to be convinced, as you put the shoes down and slipped your feet into them. This time, it was your turn to shudder, as making your girlfriend dress up how you want had its own allure...

You walked out of the locker room, surprising yourself that you didn't fall once. It actually seemed like the less you thought about walking, the easier it was to do. If you tried to maintain fine control over each and every movement you could make sure Jane's body did precisely what you wanted, but just willing her to walk forward allowed Jane's motor controls to do as you willed, simplifying your control further. "You're such a good little puppet," you said with a grin. Another pang of warmth rushing between your legs...

Mansion staff led you upstairs to the dining room, where Emilia was already seated at the end of the longest table within it. Staff were placing a variety of things on the table near her as you came over, but none of it looked particularly appetizing, and you lost count of the number of pills placed next to a purple smoothie. Emilia glanced up when she saw you were already here, and she tensed up, seeming a little flustered. "I... usually try to finish these before a meal officially starts, so guests don't have to sit and watch. I thought you would take longer with your impromptu wardrobe," Emilia said.

You shook your head. "It's fine. It went quicker than I thought too. It seems I can control Jane's body indirectly, I wanted to put on this dress and her brain complied without complaint."

Emilia smiled, as she began her pill regimen, between sips of smoothies. "Fascinating. I would find that particularly useful, myself. For example... I'd always wanted to try climbing or spelunking. With all the ropes and such, like my grandfather and my parents did. Were I in a position like yours and could take over a body with that experience, being able to lean on that expertise instead of being totally helpless on my own would be invaluable. I certainly wouldn't be able to handle it as I am now."

You nodded a little, watching for a moment as another pill went down, before turning away out of politeness. You realized a menu sat in front of you, and you opened it up to look through the options. Your fiancée wasn't thrilled with where your eyes were lingering, however. You know I'm doing keto right now, right? Keto and vegan and no gluten, look for that stuff. Just look for it! This was the first time Jane seemed to panic a bit more about you being in control. She was into all these fad diets, or listening to nonsensical nutrition advice. You, on the other hand, liked to eat what sounded good, and so long as you put in the exercise and ate a diverse range of things for your meals, you seemed to be doing alright. So, when you saw the kobe beef burger on the menu...

...Don't you dare...

You smiled politely up at the wait staff. "Could I try the burger, please?" You gave your prettiest, most innocent smile that Jane could muster, almost to mock your inner prisoner with the impending meat **** you just ordered.

While you waited and made small talk with Emilia, Jane stewed inside your head. She was fast-forwarding through the stages of grief over your meal choice. You just sat and smiled at Emilia, ignoring the voice within as best as you could. She was yelling loudly in your mind, and then saying she would give up her spending budget next month so you could get that bigger TV you wanted. She wallowed in distress that somehow this half-pound burger was going to add ten pounds to her waist.

And then the wonderful sight of the burger arrived in front of you, and you wasted no time taking a bite.

Oh no, oh no, this tastes so good, why does this taste so good... was all that resonated in your mind, on repeat. Given that you enjoy a good burger, your girlfriend had **** but to do the same! It was a weird situation for her, but once she realized this was precisely the kind of power she had granted to you, you found yourself squirming again at that pleasurable tingling running through your body. She didn't want to admit how much she secretly loved that you could control her into doing just that. It probably would've been different if you made her do something she and you both detested, just for the sake of doing it. But so long as you were interested in the outcome, so was her body, and her mind had to follow.

"I think I broke her..." you said, glancing over at a curious Emilia. "She's not a meat fan, except for right now."

Emilia nodded. "Your transference of your preferences to her makes sense, at least in how the body responds. It definitely makes things seem like the body will easily betray whichever mind is not at the forefront. Food preferences, attraction..."

You smiled a little at that last one. "I was serious when I said she was interested in kissing you. Not that... I mean, not to be gross or anything. Just that, you're right, I personally am attracted to women, and so she seems to feel the same when I see them, you or others, whether she wants to or not."

Emilia looked thoughtful at that, between bites of what smelled like some of the best Genral Tso's chicken you'd ever encountered. "Hmm, well. I'd be curious to know more about this, and in fact if you could stay the night, I would like to conduct a bit of an experiment later. I won't tell you what it is yet, I want that to be a surprise." Emilia smiled, and glanced around at her staff, like she was going to go off on a new tangent. "Tell me, John, just out of curiosity. Looking at all of my staff present in this room, which of these people are you currently the most attracted to at this very moment? There are no wrong answers."

You glanced around, looking at the dozen or so men and women in the massive dining room. The staff had all heard Emilia's questions, but they busied themselves with various tasks as if such bizarre questions were the norm. You'd briefly met a couple of them earlier, such as the brunette Alice and the blonde Yvette by the pool. You were unfamiliar with anyone else, but there was an array of shapes and sizes, youth and maturity, among the lot, literally trusting your gut as you gazed closely at each of them.