Rewarding cooperation

You frowned at Jan and her Jane-made outfit. You didn't really mean to frown at Jan herself, just that you didn't really know where else to look to talk to your destined wife. "Jane, she's not comfortable with this, it's all over her face. You're not comfortable, right Jan?"

Jan was a bit unsure how to answer, her cute face struggling to find the right words to convey exactly what was going through her mind. You had hoped she would simply say no and then you could remind Jane to treat your neighbor nicer, but apparently even Jan saw some advantage in this awkward situation as long as she got to be in the mix somehow!

"I mean, well..." Jan started to say, as the jeans with your girlfriend's hips and ass filling them out wriggled back and forth impatiently. "I don't, uh, mind as long as I get to spend time with you... you two. It's a little weird... okay, really weird, since I'm being tugged around against my will and all! I don't think there's any way that this isn't awkward, right? But... I mean, when I look down, it's a little bit of a dream come true right in front of me, kind of. If I'm a little honest, I'd always been a bit envious of your fiancée's body."

"Aww, thanks sweetie!" Jane said before shimmying her shoulders back and forth, letting those invisible enlarged breasts sway back and forth in the shirt. Since Jan's shoulders were pretty tightly clamped down by the possessed fabric, she had **** but to shimmy her shoulders as well, making for a convincing illusion. "I always liked your pretty face, really jealous too of what you can do with your hair. So... it's kinda like I get to steal it myself! But, I said I would reward good behavior. Because you said you'd be okay with keeping this up for a while..."

Jan blinked, and it was like she felt a weight lift off her. She looked to her arms, and lifted them up, apparently able to move them again! She stretched her arms up and out, rolled her shoulders, and then planted her hands on those enlarged breasts built into the expanded fabric--before she let go, realizing how strange that felt. She clearly didn't feel anything in her own chest when she touched those invisible, ghostly boobs. "Sorry, uh, too forward?"

"Pretend they're yours when I'm not in control," Jane said. "It feels nice with some hands on them! I'm gonna have to get John's hands on them soon... I bet I will feel amazing being sandwiched between you two!"

Both your and Jan's faces go red at that. "Honey, I just don't now that we should--"

With a yelp, Jan was walking again, propelled by her jeans. You followed swiftly, as she headed into the bedroom. Since Jan had control of her upper body but not her lower self, it almost looked like she was going to fall over, swaying back and forth unnaturally as she was dragged along by her legs. "W-what are we doing now..?"

"Oh, nothing much," Jane said, parking Jan's body in front of the closet. "I don't have a huge ghostly range, if I were to try to stretch too far then you'd just be wearing my clothes--and that's not part of the deal! So, you and John can keep talking while I do a little bit of searching."

You crossed your arms. "Searching for what, exactly? What more do you need than being locked on Jan's body like you are now?"

"Oh come on, John! I can dress her up so much better than this. And, I'd like to do something about not having any hands, maybe... hmm, there's a lot of options. But I'm going to find the right outfit, and then we're going to have a fun night together! It's like a road trip in a sportscar here, we're all going for a ride!"

"But we're not all riding in the car. It's more like I'm in the car, you are the car, and Jan is strapped to the top of the car with rope!"

You watched with an expression of uncertainty, while Jan still looked blindsided by this whole situation. Every single time she was made to move, her eyes widened like she was about to go down the steepest hill of a roller coaster. Apparently she was freed from control briefly throughout her whole body, able to move her arms and legs and have the fabric that ballooned out into a sexier shape follow her movements like those curves were her own. She took a cautious step or two, seeing that Jane's hips rocked precisely as they should have when Jan walked.

Just like in all those ghost TV shows, though, things started to move of their own accord. As the closet door slid open without anyone touching it, you knew things were about to get weirder...