Felt up by fabric

You took a deep breath, smiling down at yourself. You didn't realize you'd be so happy to be looking down at the body before you, until you saw it in person. Part of that was due to the mixture of the minds in your head, you knew, but still, something new and exciting just occurred and you had trouble containing your excitement! Still, you felt very much like... well, you still. Your mind wasn't fully overridden by another person, and so you thought at your headmate.

Still with me? You asked.

You felt a little tingle run through your body, a shiver at the response. Oh, I'm definitely here! This is just... I really like letting you do things for me now, is that selfish? I'll move us if you want, but I'm so used to just all the pleasant things you'd done when you treated my body as your own... I'd like to keep letting you do what you enjoy, if it's all the same to you. Unless you need me to take over, of course! But you really move us so well... and I love feeling this close to you.

You found yourself smiling, realizing that you reciprocated those feelings. Having Jan mixed with you is profound and exciting. Her features are yours to control, but you and her together are also something far, far more than what Jan had been. Really, she's just donated her face to this incredible, sturdy body you two now shared. It was large, indeed, but you didn't feel fat or anything, neither you nor Jan had been overweight in the least. You just felt tall, shapely, exaggerated in a few body parts but still very much designed to look like a healthy woman.

As you walked along with the staff leading you to one of the back rooms, you felt a shiver along your body--this one didn't come from you. The fabric in your clothes was rippling, almost tickling or massaging you in the process. "I really molded you into a sexy woman, huh?" Jane said, continuing to ripple. The sensations were delightful, but you had to maintain your composure so the staff leading you into the examination room wouldn't question you about whatever the matter was with you. Though, you wonder if they'd seen weirder after knowing what other secrets are held in this mansion...

One of the staff, Yvette, donned a white coat after bringing you into the room, having you sit on the examination table. "I'll need clothes off for a moment, if you would be so kind." Jane seemed hesitant to leave you, finally filled out around your lovely body, but you felt her take control of your movement through the fabric just long enough to get you to lift your arms and slide out of the jeans. You stepped over the jeans, leaving you briefly in underwear, before the panties and bra abandoned you as well. Your girlfriend re-formed herself as a floating outfit--maintaining your current body shape--next to you. It looked like she was staring right at you, though you couldn't tell.

You looked down, then over at a mirror on the wall, doing your own brief self-examination. Jan's face and head, save for your eyes, stared back at you, her loose braid resting over your left shoulder. Your shoulders weren't overly broad, but they were definitely sized appropriately for your taller frame, not as bulky as your guy-arms had been before, maintaining some of Jan's slenderness in key areas, especially down to the hands. The shoulders and back needed a bit of reinforcement by you anyway, since those massive tits that rested on your body were each almost the size of a head themselves! They still held their roundness fairly well, and when you lifted them with your hands and let go, they threatened to drag you down to the ground with them..!

You parted those huge breasts to get a better look at your slightly hidden waist. The breasts were a factor, but also the fact that the distortion gel let Jane squeeze every your size to just how she wanted meant you could have a fairly tiny waist--tiny relative to the rest of you at least. It would have made sense for you to have far more belly fat than you currently did in order to even out the distribution between your chest and ass, but you were happy that it didn't.

As for that ass... it was round, it was big, but it felt smooth and a little firm, rather than flabby! It didn't seem totally real, but your curves did taper into them convincingly enough to make it seem like this bigger behind and wider hips, the product of two people, worked just fine with that waist. It wasn't like you were going to get stuck in a door or anything, but your look below your breasts reminded you of an incredibly sexy MILF. ...Maybe your breasts did too, and all of the features above it. It was a mix of motherly and jaw-droppingly sexy!

Yvette checked everything carefully, leaving no stone unturned, no inch of flesh unexamined. Blood and hair samples were taken, your pulse and blood oxygenation were monitored briefly, your senses and reflexes all checked out. Yvette nodded in satisfaction at the data she collected. "I'm going to just run these quick samples through a few final tests, feel free to get dressed--or, Jane, feel free to dress her, more like--and I'll be back with final results in about fifteen minutes. But so far, you look healthy. Healthier than most at your size, that's for sure." Yvette walked to the door on her way to test the samples, and then paused.

"I've tested a few others who had done something like what you did in the distortion gel," Yvette said, speaking less like Emilia's staff and more like a concerned doctor. "You're two people in one right now, but if you maintain this body mass, you can go back to being two again at some point. I just wanted to warn you, since one of the fused experiments I worked with before merged, then lost a lot of body mass. I guess it is easy to lose when you have two bodies that were originally quite healthy to start. Just, if you drop below seventy-five percent of your current body mass, don't expect to use the distortion gel to separate into two people again until it's built back up. You might have a more typical body shape, but the loss of mass won't sustain two fully-grown adults."

You nodded. "Thank you for letting us--letting me know," you said, as Yvette left. That was something you had to think about...

Not that Jane would let you. She immediately terrorized you by slipping the bra back over you without warning, followed by the shirt! The shirt tugged you forward a little, causing you to stumble--those brief leg lifts were all the panties needed to get your legs in the holes, and they shot up your body again to grip you tight at the hips! The panties managed to then help lift you up in the air just long enough again for the jeans to take hold around your legs, gliding into place with relative ease before fastening up. The whole ordeal was done quickly, but you were shocked when it began and you almost panicked! So that's what Jan had gone through on the first day...

"Fifteen minutes, huh?" the disembodied voice said. "That's fifteen minutes of fun, sounds like! John, you've got this amazing body now, it feels so good to stay wrapped around, it's hard to describe! It's even better than before now that I can be so tight against you!"

You blinked, and looked down, putting your hands on the fabric wrapped around your bra. This time, you could feel the breasts encased within compress as well. "Jane, I'm glad you're happy, but couldn't this wait until we're home..?"

"Hah, nope!" your ghostly girlfriend said, before you began to feel those tingles again. You held your hands over the fabric on the chest, the stomach, the hips, placing your hands in new spots each time you felt the tingling build up! It was like Jane was caressing you, able to run her fabric along you in ripples like fingers across skin. You stifled a moan with your hand, realizing that now that you were using Jan's features to a degree, Jane was going to treat you more like a plaything than her boyfriend. Because at the moment, you weren't exactly one of those...

You felt a pinch at your nipples, and yelped! You tried to keep it down, as you gripped your hands tight on the breasts to stop the sensations, but you couldn't tug the shirt open to get at the bra, whose cups were folding up just enough to deliver the pinching. When you let go, Jane went even further, using the bra to push and knead your chest like massive hands getting a firm grip on those globes. The increased surface area seemed to also result in increased sensitivity, relative to what Jan had known when her memories of prior events popped up in your mind. You were at the mercy of your bra and shirt!

The rest of your clothes joined in as well, once Jane worked into a rhythm with your kneaded chest, making the breasts bounce all over with enough **** that you found it hard to stay standing! She purposefully wasn't trying to control your limbs this time, apparently finding it amusing as you thrashed about in attempts to stop the fabric **** on your body. You felt something squeeze your ass next, kneading those cheeks as well. It was almost like when your fiancée built this body for you, she intentionally made it so she'd have as much jiggly booty and breasts to play with as she could! Fingers felt like they ran along your hips, your legs...

And then you felt a tightness in your crotch. Those panties that rested so nicely against you before had turned the tables, pressing hard against your folds like a finger was rubbing you through the fabric! This time, you had to moan out, unable to keep your response to the sensations bottled up. You leaned forward, gripping at the exam table with your hands, letting your breasts dangle down as you spread your legs, like you were giving Jane access to do whatever she wanted. That seemed only to excite your clothing, where it felt like dozens of hands were roaming your body! Pinches, squeezes, tickles, caresses, nothing was constant between two moments as the sensations traveled all across you. The panties rubbed against your slit, but they most easily found your clit and began to rub their fabric against it, and you bucked and whined as those jolts of pleasure shot through you!

You glanced at the door, the tension of the idea that someone might walk in on you at any moment and see a woman appearing to have sex with an invisible **** both frightening you and arousing you further. There was so much thrill in the idea that you could be caught... but please, please, you didn't want to be caught!

"Jane, please, we can't keep going...!" you said, hoping that you could talk her into some way to end this so you wouldn't be in an embarrassing situation! But, you were totally at her mercy, and however she interpreted your pleading was up to her... whether she stops before doctors enter, or if she thinks that making you orgasm will be the best end to this situation!