Play with puppeteering

You'd been diligently getting your combined life straightened out for a while now, so what you really wanted was a fun day with your two-bodied foursome. Today, though? You wanted Willow to take the stage, as you intended to practice what Chloe called your puppeteering ability.

Control is strange in your combined self. You readily knew when you had it, or when you lost it, there was just a clear feeling of disconnect even if you weren't moving at all. That's not to say your senses dulled or anything when you weren't in control, everything felt fine, but it was more than just moving involuntarily, it was always clear when there was another driver at the wheel. But with puppeteering... you were like a backseat driver, your control manifested in a whole new way. You sent thoughts of commands toward Willow when she was in control, and even if she tried her hardest to resist whatever you wanted her to do, eventually she'd do it. And she'd do it her way, unless you're more specific.

You tested this the other day, but you realized sometimes when you give commands too vague or out of order, the results aren't always as expected. Before heading out for the day, you had abruptly put Willow in command of the body and mentally prompted her with 'tie your shoes'. However, she hadn't put her feet in the shoes... so with a puzzled look on her face, she tied the laces of the shoes in her lap. It was pretty funny, and your shared face grew so red while Daniel watched your body behave strangely while eating his breakfast, but it highlighted the need for you to practice your thoughts, as likely just a vague 'put on your shoes' would have given Willow the proper instruction.

What you also learned were the depths of Willow's submissive kinks. She wasn't particularly nervous any time you threw her into control thanks to her access to your confidence in the interleaved mind she was connected to. However, giving her any commands at all where she was aware you were making her do something always turned her on to some degree. And the shoe incident? Behaving oddly or out of character for Willow's new-normal personality was often deeply embarrassing--and summoned arousal so intense that there was no way you could've left for work that day without taking care of your body's needs. Had you took control and let Willow's mind stew on that embarrassment and arousal all day, with her thoughts flooding into yours, there'd be no way to focus.

Today, though, your goal was to cause that. With a bit of a mental push, you willed Willow to the fore of the body, and you took your spot as spectator for the time being. With a blink, Willow realized the transition, glancing around. No commands yet... so she just cuddled closer to Lisa for the time being, which you often put her in charge for some of the cozy moments like this. For now, though, you wanted to bury a thought in her subconscious.

Go to Lisa's room.

Willow's eyes widened a little. This urge to get out of bed, it started as just a small thought, but it didn't take long for it to become more compelling than Willow could handle. Since you'd been sleeping with Lisa in your room, the other room had been unoccupied most nights. Willow carefully extracted herself from Lisa's arms, cautious not to disturb your shared girlfriend's body, as she pulled herself to the edge of the bed, and stood up. As she shuffled away in pajama pants and a tank top down the hall to Lisa's room, she started to wonder what was happening... she quickly realized this must be your command, and her face already started to blush as she slipped into the bedroom.

"Oh, okay, uh... we're alone, was there something you wanted to talk about together? Why walk me here?" Willow's words were barely above a whisper, curious with a growing concern that you had more plans for her.

Look through Lisa's clothes.

The moment Willow started toward Lisa's closet, she tried to stop herself. "N-wait, this is her stuff, we shouldn't--" She cut herself off when her hands opened the closet, and Willow began to go through Lisa's articles of clothes like she was shopping at a store for something new. She didn't really know what to look for, but she bit her lip, glancing at the door to see if Lisa was going to pop in and scold her for going through her things, as she rifled through fabric and occasionally paused on outfits she thought were the cutest. Especially some really frilly, girly stuff that Lisa never seemed to wear, at least you'd never seen her in this stuff...

However there was another problem. All these clothes were too small, you and Lisa hadn't done any serious shopping yet, so most of your wardrobes were no longer useful outside a few options, especially things that were already slightly baggy or flowing or stretchy. "Okay, I don't know what we're doing here but let's just go back to bed and forget about..."

Look in the drawers too.

Willow was practically whimpering as suddenly she closed the closet and stepped toward the drawers on the other side of the room. She took baby steps, hoping to delay the inevitable of searching through Lisa's most intimate clothes, but she could not compel herself to stop. You could feel the wetness growing between the legs though, dripping lightly along your thighs which made the silky fabric of the pajama pants feel extra cold against your skin, making the fact that Willow was excited by her embarrassment clear to both of you, and only amplifying her embarrassed state.

She opened the drawers, one by one, fishing through the clothes, not looking for anything in particular--you hadn't given her that task, so she just examined various articles of clothes instead. She held up bras, panties, stockings and socks, nightwear, shirts, swimwear...

Take out the swimwear.

"W-wait, what are we..." Willow grabbed Lisa's favorite swimwear, a bikini with these geometric shape patterns on the fabric, she always seemed to wear that on beach days, and she held them up. She even took a moment to sniff at the cups of the bikini top--that arousal was really getting to her, but as she glanced back at the door, she realized she hadn't made a big enough fuss to attract any attention, so she was free to act a little on her own impulses. Which would be perfect for the next command...

Put it on.

The moment Willow realized she absolutely had to try it on was the biggest push against your puppeteering prompts that you'd felt so far, as Willow did work up the ability to grab the bottom hem of her tank top but then hold her hands there for a good thirty seconds, saying "No, no no no..." over and over. As an outside observer, you might have actually let up on control, because her resistance seemed authentic. And it was, to a degree--but internally, you knew she actually had an immense thrill from all this which you found totally fascinating. In this case, it was clear that no meant yes, so you pushed a little harder with the prompt, and her hands were soon sliding the fabric of the tank top off her body.

The breasts of your shared body bounced free, jiggling delightfully on your frame. You'd really grown accustomed to them now, but when Willow was in control, the body felt somewhat brand new to you, where you could reflect upon the sensations of your chest more clearly than when you were managing the body yourself. Willow moved your shared form just differently enough to accentuate the jiggle in ways you didn't experience, so catching glimpses of your bare chest, moving back and forth as Willow prepared the bikini top, allowed you to add a bit of your own arousal to the mix, leaving your hips of the shared form absolutely on fire from a mixture of your two's desires.

Willow struggled for some time to get the top on. Lisa had been a B-cup, and it was soon obvious that the bikini was not going to cover much at all for breasts that were significantly larger--your sized pushed the boundaries between the upper edge of normalcy and the realm of absurd. Willow fussed and fidgeted as she tied the straps on, with barely enough string to do so, before she went about arranging the cups. She managed to cover the nipples, but flesh was visible from everywhere else--above, below, to the side, as the cups of the top were able to do only a fraction of the work they normally could manage.

The bottoms were easier, but Willow still protested the whole time she slid the pajama pants down the legs, followed by the panties. Her wetness was apparent, and Willow's face burned when she realized said wetness was going to get on the bikini bottom. She just new Lisa was going to find out, as she strung up either side of the bikini bottoms. Your luscious ass seemed to absorb the rear of the bottoms, creating more of a thong than anything else with these smaller bikini bottoms than you should be wearing, and the front barely covered your crotch. The strings dug into your hips lightly, just enough to remind you how wrong the size was.

That said, Willow stepped to a mirror, and even she had to admit, this was sexy to see on this body. You were beautiful, doing something devious by going through Lisa's clothes to try on something, putting Willow in a position she would've never done on her own, wearing clothing she'd never expected to be in. You let Willow have her own moment, as the arousal for the moment overrode her embarrassment, posing her body with the ill-fitting bikini that really only highlighted how amazing the body was, as she ran her hands through the two-tone blonde and purple hair. At least, until...

Let's go show Lisa.

That hit Willow like a wall. She thought she was just sneaking around under the radar, doing something unusual without getting caught. You were going to turn her in to make her confess, and now embarrassment turned to pure dread. Her eyes widened, and she sputtered and flinched, trying to stop herself from taking those steps toward the door. But she couldn't help herself, each step bringing her slightly closer to trouble...

Willow gulped, lingering just behind the doorframe to your room, where you could hear Lisa rustling around, now awake. "Please, please don't make me... Please...!" Willow whispered harshly, but you knew better from how Willow felt on the inside. This fear only fed her passion, and so it was only a matter of time...

Willow stepped into the doorframe, coming into full view of the bed with her hands behind her back, glancing off to the side with a red face. You could see Lisa out of the corner of your eye though, staring at the body wearing something extremely unusual.

"Is that my...?" Lisa seemed to just stare, her face twisted in puzzlement for a moment. It was a moment that really hung in the air for the longest time, you waited to see how Lisa would respond.