Cathy, Carrie's mom

Through the distorted shapes in the little viewport in the door, Jason at first thought Carrie had returned, but when he opened the door, he saw a similar face, but a vastly different and much more mature figure... Cathy. Carrie's mother had become Alice's new host. In her high-rise jeans and a cream-colored sweater to accompany her new glowing eyes, Cathy stepped into Jason's hotel room, her wide hips bumping into him lightly as she stepped into the room.

"Wow, I just have to say, this body is incredible," Cathy--or really, Alice by this point--said, looking down at her new body and placing her hands on her chest. "She's a bit of a fighter than I expected, she seemed to keep up her consciousness longer than typical while I settled inside her body, but I've taken care of that. And look at these massive boobs!" Cathy's hands grasped at her chest, jiggling the significantly larger breasts than Carrie owned, even with aliens residing in them. "There's so much natural protection in this body, I could hide in just about any of these jiggly bits. She's got a pretty good tummy for her age and after two kids, but these tits, or these hips... no thigh gap in this body, that's for sure, hah."

Jason held his head, watching Cathy strut around in her mom-jeans in his hotel room. "Carrie's mom, Alice? Seriously? I can't do that to Carrie, doing stuff with her mom while her consciousness is suppressed!"

Alice scoffed as she crossed her arms, hefting the large chest with her forearms. "She's a strong, independent woman, Jason. She can make her own decisions! ...Technically. I mean, outside of this situation where I'm making decisions. But what we do with her body is far removed from your friendship with Carrie. We can have fun! And actually... ooh, that will be fun. She could 'make some decisions'. I'll just nudge her along."

"Wait, what--"

Too late. Cathy's eyes rolled back in her head, as her head snapped back to stare up at the ceiling. When she pulled her head forward again, her eyes had lost their glow, looking around like she was confused. "Where am I... oh." Cathy looked toward Jason, with a polite smile. "Oh, I recognize you. Jason, is it? Carrie showed me a picture on her social media, the one where you and her were looking at some radio doodles on that computer."

Jason's eyebrows furrowed as he watched Cathy. "Radio waves, but yeah. You don't find it weird to be in my hotel room?"

"Well, not really. Casinos have hotel rooms, I'm in a casino, so it's not a surprise that I might be in a hotel room." The logic was incredibly flimsy, but if Alice was suppressing Cathy's fight-or-flight response, then Carrie's mom had to come up with some bare minimum excuse. Cathy stepped toward the window, peeking out at the view of the Vegas strip. "Wow, wish Carrie could've been a little more assertive to get Claire and me a room with a view like this. Hmph."

Jason watched Cathy carefully, seeing what Alice was playing at by now. Jason had said something that made it seem like he wanted Cathy's consciousness front-and-center, and Alice was delivering Cathy right up to him! She seemed to not even treat the situation as odd, not try to walk out the door, she just stepped to the desk and leaned on the desk to look at the room service menu, wiggling her motherly ass back and forth at Jason in her jeans--likely directed subconsciously by Alice to do so. "Since you work for the ETSA, the conference gave you an allowance for meals, it might be nice to order something and have them send it up, hm? Or would you like to go down to the bar at Diablo's instead?" Cathy looked over her shoulder, smiling at Jason.

"Uh, I think sticking to the room would be nice for now," Jason said, watching Cathy shaking her hips.

Cathy nodded, standing up. "Okay, well if you don't mind, sweetie, I'd like to get some chicken-panko skewers and talk about what you and my daughter have been up to at the observatory. Do you spend much time with each other out of work?" Without warning, Cathy reached down to her sweater, tugging it up and off her body, leaving her in a white tee underneath. The sight, and the little peek at Cathy's stomach when she wrestled with her sweater, caught Jason off-guard, and he sat down on the couch to watch as Carrie's mother so nonchalantly started to undress before him. "Are you two, you know... you can be honest with me, I won't tell Carrie that I know!"

Jason's face turned red at the question, but he shook his head. "Carrie and I are friends, but no, we, uh, haven't done anything like that."

"Well, I don't see why not," Cathy said with a chuckle. "It sounds so boring and chilly at that observatory! Carrie's a healthy girl, you know, and she'll make me a great grandmother someday. I'd hope she'd do it sooner rather than later." Cathy reached to her shirt next, tugging it off, leaving her in just her bra as well as her high-rise jeans. She put her hands to her head, trying to gain control over her slightly unruly wavy hair. "Perhaps you could be the one for her, who knows? Maybe it's fate. But I feel pretty lucky that I'll get to be the test drive to see what you can do."

Jason coughed, shaking his head. "Alice, what is going on?!"

Cathy's eyes suddenly began to glow again, as a grin grew across her face. Her hands went back to the chest, feeling the milky chest's skin above the bra. "I can't get enough of these... but what do you mean?"

"You're going to just make her mom have sex with me?"

Alice shrugged. "I'm not really doing much in here, Jason. Cathy's been lacking a partner, just as Carrie had. Sure, I put her in the same room as you, but you're talking to her, and she's got plenty of urges and desires. This is like when you and Carrie were playing that one video game, the one with all those cutscenes? I've pushed, maybe, two buttons inside her, and then I've just been watching this cutscene play out. And if things keep on this course, I'll give her nothing more than a little push in a direction she's already leaning. I certainly could make her do anything you want, though, if this isn't what you want. Want me to hallucinate that you're her new husband and on your honeymoon? You want her to behave like Carrie somehow ended up in her mom's body? I could do that for real, but I could also just make her think it. Or I could get her to act totally differently, like a new person if 'nosy mom' isn't your speed. I could make her more forward with her actions, I could make her give you a wonderful show like she's a professional stripper, I could make her think any of your kinks and desires are perfectly normal to her, or I could just take over on her behalf and have fun with this body directly some more. All of those options result in her taking off her jeans, though. Unless jeans are your kink, I guess..."

Jason paused, thinking. It did feel like there were lots of options. He couldn't deny that he did like Cathy's body and was curious to see where this night went. While he was leaning toward just letting the momentum continue to carry wherever things were headed with the woman wearing just her bra and jeans in his hotel room, he still considered the options Alice was giving him. Turning down Cathy at this point was no longer an option.