Swimmingly

You walked your fiancée's body out toward the edge of the pool, looking curiously at the water. You'd been looking curiously down at the body the whole while, feeling the breasts jiggling within their lycra confines, feeling the fabric hugging the ass sliding up and down the cheeks as you strolled toward the water. It just so happened that while looking down, you got a good glimpse of the water, and your rippling reflection.

You look up when you hear the tapping of feet, lightly upon the tile floor. Glancing over, you see something that you were surprised to witness: Emilia, dressed in a blue two-piece suit, was slowly walking towards the pool as well. This was a sight that the tabloids would kill for: one of the wealthiest women in the country, certainly one of the strangest personalities to accompany her devastating biography, never photographed outside of the mansion in anything but businesswear at the bare minimum, showing you her slender self. You looked her up and down carefully, noting various scars on her legs and arms, nothing too severe, but you can understand why Emilia wouldn't be so keen on wearing a bathing suit in public. Her wrist was wrapped in a brace, while her other arm was bandaged around the bicep. It's a shame that she couldn't have led a normal life where those B-cups and pleasant hips wouldn't have always been in a stuffy suit all the time. She was quite remarkable, still very youthful given that she was only in her late twenties, and her rust-red hair was kept quite tidy and trimmed to top everything off.

Eyeing other ladies now, John? The voice in your head teased, and you looked away. Oh, calm down, I'm just kidding. Emilia really is pretty, isn't she? Just that she's fragile, like a glass sculpture.

"Am I not easy enough on the eyes?" Emilia asked, as you looked back. Her hands rested on her hips, a teasing smile of her own. So now you were getting ganged up on by the two actual women in the room...

"Oh no, uh, nothing like that Ms. King. I'm just captive to the voices in my head."

"Emilia is fine, John. And, that's quite interesting to me. I don't do much swimming myself, outside of therapy sessions, so if you don't mind, I'll just stay seated right at the edge and ask you some questions. Please, though, get comfortable in the water."

You nodded, and dove right into the water. You weren't the type of person to dive, you in fact didn't even know how! Or, so you thought. You surfaced, slicking your hair back and looking somewhat surprised.

Emilia sat herself down slowly, with the aid of one of her staff, just so she wouldn't slip and fall. Once seated, she leaned forward, her legs lightly swaying in the water. "You're quite a natural in the water, it would seem."

You shook your head. "Not... exactly. Jane is the one who enjoys the water and knows how to do everything. It seems like her muscle memory's intact, though. I was able to dive just like her, no problem."

"Fascinating..!"

You began to swim, testing your body carefully. It was surprising how easily and effortlessly you could move a form so foreign to you, but it occurred to you that much like the dive, you were probably encouraging Jane's mind and thus her body to filter your desired movements into something more natural for the body. You wanted to do a backstroke but didn't really know how, and yet when you attempted it, the feminine form you controlled just naturally propelled through the water! After a few laps, you paused, floating in place as you look over at Emilia.

"It's weird, I would have thought that I would feel really different when moving. If I don't think about things too much, being Jane just comes naturally..."

Except for the part where you make me get turned on by other women..! That much was true, you felt twinges of excitement looking at the swimsuit-clad Emilia, and it was translating into a warmth between your legs. I don't usually feel anything when I look at other girls, but with you in charge, it feels like a kiss or more would be wonderful!

"She's talking about how she wants to kiss you now," you said to Emilia plainly, revealing the secrets of your mind to her, and you felt another little jolt run through your body as you made Jane say something so out of place. Oh my god, you traitor!

Emilia laughs a little. "An interesting mixture of the two of you seems to have developed. On one hand, it's pretty clear that John has asserted dominance over the body, dictates the actions, sets the tone. But Jane is still very much present, you still talk and move very much like she does. I'm quite observant when it comes to body language and speech patterns, and it seems you've acquired some of hers. You handle what she says, she handles how you say it. But also... it sounds like some of you is wearing off on her as well, John. Not surprising, as both of you share a lot of sensations within, even if the muscles belong to you for the moment."

You nod a little, your hands starting to roam a bit over your body under the water. You really were rather aroused by both your current body, drifting like it was weightless within the water, and staring up at Emilia, seeing some sort of forbidden beauty before you. Your hands glide along the breasts, at first, using a stealthy move to make it look like you were absent-mindedly adjusting your swimsuit, even though you knew full well that you were feeling up your sizable breasts under the water. The reflection really distorted the further deep the water went, and Emilia's kicking disturbed the surface of the water even further, so as your hands drifted lower...

Oh my goodness, are you really gonna do it? A shot of pleasure traced along your spine.

Your fingers teased underneath the swimsuit's crotch, stretching the lycra fabric lightly.

You are, you are..! Right in front of her! I never thought you'd follow through..!

Your fingers began to lightly rub at the slit, and you closed your eyes for moment, taking a deep breath. Emilia eyed you curiously, but you had a plan to distract her. "I'm curious, and pardon me if this is a little forward, but you saw that the machine worked. Why not use it yourself now? Surely somebody would be happy to play host to Emilia King." You tried to not elaborate on why you thought the fragile girl would want to be someone else, not wanting to be rude.

Your subterfuge worked, as Emilia looked up wistfully. It was the perfect moment to stick your fingers in deeper, barely lowering your body a bit more so your mouth and nose were under the water momentarily, masking a moan. Emilia seemed a bit lost in thought. "How to best put this... if you're familiar with chemicals, you'd know that certain substances react violently with others, as they swap elements in order to become entirely new substances."

Your fingers were really digging in deep now, and your girlfriend, stuck inside her own head, was thrilled. She's right there, if she looks down she's gonna catch us..!

You nodded, doing your best to seem like nothing was happening, even as your fingers dug inside, and your thumb threatened to rub your new clit. "Right, like mixing acids and bases."

"Precisely. Magic isn't terribly different, although there's no chemical formula for turning people into a ghost. But, in my collection, there are dozens, maybe hundreds, of different supernatural sources, and like the different atoms in the universe, they can combine into other unique magical effects with reality-bending properties. When used on someone such as yourself, there's no problem for any of these artifacts, you're not magically charged. But, for someone like me..."

Your fingers dug in deeper, you were feeling something building deep within your body. Your other hand aimlessly groped at whatever part of Jane's body it could easily reach, be it squeezing her ass or her breast, while Emilia looked away. It was getting close...

"...I'm like I am because of a curse my grandfather inadvertently placed upon me. He was given incredible abilities to find more magical items, but I was the cost, or more my health and wellbeing was the cost. Not do I have issues with sickness and injury, but magical effects can be very detrimental to me if applied and they react with the curse. Thus, I will not be able to test some of the magics until I understand their full effects better. I most certainly would like to use the Ghost Machine, if there is no danger."

"Aaaaaaa...!" You let out a light moan, as you finally found release, teasing your current body just enough to push it over the edge--and Jane's arousal at you playing with her body in the middle of a discussion with Emilia-freaking-King certainly helped!

Emilia glances down at you. "Pardon?"

"Oh, sorry, thought I was... gonna sneeze, or... well that's tragic, Emilia. I'm happy to help you understand the magic, or both of us are, I'm sure. It almost seems like Jane is a little too eager for me to test things out on her, so..."

Emilia smiles, and nods. "And I will be happy to have your assistance. If you don't mind, I think now would be an appropriate time for lunch, if you want to towel off and join me upstairs next." Emilia starts to stand, again aided by staff while you adjusted the swimwear again, settling everything back to normal. Perfect, no one suspected a thing! You started to climb out of the pool, satisfied that the ripples and waves in the water had been sufficient to mask all your activities.

"Oh, and John," Emilia said, turning around to face you with another smile. "Next time you want to masturbate in my pool with your fiancée's body, just say so."

As she walked away, you felt your body shudder, as you came a second time, trying to brace yourself on the railing leading out of the pool. Whoops, that one was all me, sorry..! She's gooooood.