A pool day

Emilia smiled, nodding. "Wonderful, I haven't had company in so long like this. Most of my other experiment subjects are so eager to run off... anyway. What activity interests you?"

You looked down for a moment at your new body, trying to think about what made sense. You didn't want to do anything too strange or embarrassing to your fiancée, you didn't know what exactly you could do that would--

Hey, I can see all these thoughts, you know! I'm glad you want to be mister considerate, but that's all the more reason I want you to really live it up in me! Clearly, the disembodied girlfriend voice in your head was far more encouraging of deviant behavior than you immediately would have been. The more, the better! The fact that I can't do a single thing to stop you is so hot... you could probably say you're going to make me get a tattoo and I'd climax then and there. I'm pretty sure I'm still tied to your base emotions after all--I just can't act on them!

Your breathing quickened as you realized she was right. When she thought of a couple scenarios that she found sexy, your body felt a slight rush of excitement in each one. You glanced at Emilia, deciding to start with something that would give you a little more access to your current body.

"Do you have an extra swimsuit we could borrow?" You asked. Your body shuddered in excitement.

Emilia motioned toward two assistants. "Alice, please take our friend to the downstairs lockers and provide a fresh swimsuit. Yvette, I would like to join them, I haven't floated in a while anyway, so you're with me for preparations."

All of a sudden, you were being led along the mansion, looking around curiously at all the decorations as Alice brought you downstairs to the sub-level where all of the recreational rooms existed.

I can't believe you haven't just mauled my boobs in front of everyone, you've got a lot of restraint, Jane said to you. You have to get a good look in the locker room though, otherwise I'm gonna figure out how to crank up our arousal so you can't help but touch!

Blackmailed by your own body... as you were led into the changing rooms, Alice opened up one of the drawers built into the wall, pulling out a couple swimsuits, holding them up near you as she estimated sizes. In the end, she handed you a red one-piece, and then swiftly left the room to give you some privacy.

You glanced around, feeling a little nervous by this whole prospect. You had full control over you wife-to-be's body, and she could only watch, you could do anything, but she'd know it... and she was encouraging that! It was a strange mix of emotions, but you stepped over to a nearby full-length mirror and began to disrobe.

Your excitement mingled with Jane's as your blouse slid off your arms, taking time with each button, since it bought you a little more time to watch your girlfriend disrobe at your exact discretion. Once that fabric had peeled away, you were greeted by a lacy bra encasing your newly acquired breasts. It was only fair to call them yours, when you were able to reach up and press your fingers against them and no one could stop you.

It's like watching a movie, came the voice in your head. It's almost like I don't feel like that's really me in the mirror. You move differently than me, your expression is different, your mannerisms... you've truly taken me over and left nothing but my physical shape intact.

Another shudder, one strong enough that you had to briefly brace against the wall.

You struggled mightily with the bra for some time, which in itself seemed to excite Jane, knowing that you would have trouble with something she could have so easily done. You eventually just slid off the straps and pulled the fabric down your waist to spin the bra around and undo the straps in an easier way, your double-Ds bouncing merrily all the while. Once the bra was cast aside, you looked back, and replaced the cups of your bra with your hands, securing the breasts within your grip. The chest felt familiar and foreign all at once, as you knew the shape from your own playtime with Jane, but you didn't know what she felt through the breasts until now! Pinching the nipples, you shivered again, feeling an electric jolt and letting out a bit of a moan.

Wow, this feels even more intense when you're doing all this! Like even though it's my hands, I'm being tickled by someone else...

Next was the jeans, which you unbuttoned and shimmied out of quickly. You turned a little to admire the hips you sported, and the plump rear that the panties gripped tightly around. Everywhere you looked, your girlfriend had **** but to look as well, and she was getting an idea for exactly what sort of things you were admiring about her--although, none of this was exactly a secret to her. You liked her tits, you liked her ass, she knew it, she flaunted it. But now, you could flaunt on demand...

Your thumbs slipped between the panties and your hips, hooking the band and pulling them down, peeling them away from the body. Your breathing really quickened when you did this, feeling like you were sneaking into someone's most private of secrets, which thrilled the two of you simultaneously. Jane had no recourse at the moment if you were to do anything to her, there hadn't even been a sliver of motion originating from her.

You stood straight up again, feet slightly apart, hands on your hips, staring at the naked form in the mirror, then looking down at the naked form just below your chin. It wasn't the sexiest or most alluring pose, but that's probably why that struck a chord with your girlfriend within--you didn't know how to make her be sexy, you just knew how to open her up to explore! A finger reached down, running along your slit, eliciting a light gasp as your eyes fluttered shut. You wanted to stick a finger in deeper, then and there. You wanted to feel something slip inside you to satisfy this slight ache you were feeling in your midsection. But... you stopped, and looked right at the mirror.

What... that's it? John, you have my body and I can't stop a thing you do, you don't have to show me any courtesy!

"Oh, I just had a better, more devious idea," you said with a smile. "You clearly want devious... so I'm going to make you orgasm in the pool in front of Emilia."

You felt a huge rush of a warm static energy hit your body, requiring you to brace yourself again. Apparently, your girlfriend liked the way you thought..! It wasn't that she was an exhibitionist or anything, but it was that loss of control, the threat of embarrassing and compromising situations, that apparently revved her engine.

With a smile, you grabbed the red bathing suit, spending a little time to understand the structure before you began to slide it up your legs. The stretchy fabric sliding along your stolen form was phenomenal, and once you pulled it up tight against your crotch, the snugness made it even better! You slipped one arm, then the other, into the shoulder straps, spending a moment getting your boobs comfortable inside the swimsuit's cups.

Go do something I might regret later, the voice in the back of your head said, slightly fainter than before as Jane let herself become even more of a spectator to whatever you were about to do as you strolled out of the locker room toward the pool.