Puppeteered indoors

Jan pulled away from the kiss--or, more likely, Jane did for her--and she stared at you with half-closed eyes. Well, mostly... except for the fact that Jan's eyes would dart left and right on occasion, exercising her last bit of freedom. Jan was locked within herself, as everything else about her had been stolen from her by Jane. The khaki pants took a step back for her, dragging Jan along with her, as her hands were placed on her hips. By now, it was clear that the clothes were absolutely dragging Jan's body around, as Jan did try to regain some control over herself. But she was totally powerless.

"Ooh, she's starting to fidget now..!" Jan was made to say along to the voice track that was your wife-to-be, with only the smallest of twitches that you could notice. It was strange, no doubt it was stranger to Jan. She was essentially being **** to mock herself, and smirk at her own demise. It was amazing that just the application of makeup that Jane had possessed earlier was able to do all this. "But I like the fight in her. I could do this all day! Maybe longer! Now the question is, what to do with her now..." Jan licked her lips, or so it appeared, as her gloves hands slid up along her body. "I'll let you two brainstorm some ideas before I decide all on my own."

After a moment, Jan seemed to gasp, blinking a lot and stretching her mouth out. Her upper body flails about, but her legs are locked in place. "Nngh, she's still controlling the pants... John, Jane, I'm sorry if it seemed like I wasn't into all this, I'm just... just a little overwhelmed! It's really fast, and now I'm... kissing, and touching, and... and it's not even me!"

"Oh, but isn't this what you wanted? You told Denise a little too many details last week about your feelings. You know I talk to Denise too, right?" Again, for a brief few moments, your girlfriend had stolen Jan's movements to really emphasize the point. This was going a little deeper than you expected...

"Nnnh, b-but... I'm sorry, Jane, it was a dream! Just a dream..! It didn't mean anything, I wouldn't ever do anything to try and get between you and John..."

Jane was getting a little bored, as she took control of the sweater once more, sauntering over to you and spinning around, pressing her back against you. The gloves reached down, pulling your arms up to wrap around the body from behind, bringing your hands up to the chest to knead and squeeze. You reciprocated the squeeze, mostly because you weren't even really touching Jan. This part, the sweater with the sizable tits, was entirely the astral energy that was formerly Jane. That part was complex to understand, but it was simple enough to think that you weren't actually fondling Jan, so she was getting a bit of a reprieve from things. The ass of the outfit was still pressing against your body, and you could occasionally feel Jan's own rear, occasionally bouncing back to fit within the gap of the shapely ass that the pants filled out to, but then occasionally scooting back forward again as she fidgeted. Jan didn't seem to know what exactly she wanted, very confused and nervous. She did want to be with you, but was this price worth it? Her head rested against your shoulder, the only brief reprieve from the weirdness she'd had thus far.

And then, it was done, and Jan was once again stolen from herself. "Time's up... you two didn't talk about a single thing for me to do! But I still have a choice to make, and you get to help me here, John..." Jan was pushed forward, spinning around and slightly twitching as Jan tried to struggle against Jane's control. The outfit tugged Jan in front of you, and the gloves lifted near her **** smiling mouth. "I think I will help Jan re-enact her dream. But there's two parts, we'll start with just one. So, part one..." the gloved hand points directly to her shiny lips. "I'll have her get a taste. Or part two..." her hands drift down, and point right between her legs, as you could see just barely through the smallest gap between the sweater and the top of the pants that Jan was really struggling now, her hips bouncing around inside the outfit like she was stuck inside a pinball machine or something. "I think she'll like either one, so her fate's up to you, John."

You rolled your eyes a little. "You have to let me at least talk to her about this! All you have to do is say no, Jan, and we're done here."

Jane makes an annoyed whine, and Jan has full control again of her mouth. You shrugged a little at her, like you were urging her to just say no. Just say it, and it might end! "...W-well..." was all an embarrassed and hesitant Jan would say, rather than outright demand to be set free. That was it, that was enough affirmation for Jane apparently. Jan's face changed again, locking her face in an incredibly aroused expression.

"Seems like she's just waiting for you to make your pick." The devilish smile was not something you'd expected Jan to ever make at you.