The storm outside the Spencer Estate reached a crescendo, a blinding flash of lightning illuminating the room just as Jill finally managed to snap her tactical belt over her wide, child-bearing hips . The weight of her new body was undeniable; every move she made felt heavy, purposeful, and profoundly feminine. The Final Moments of Seth Deep within the recesses of her mind, the last remnants of Seth flickered like a dying candle. Seth (The Ghost): This is... permanent. I’m disappearing. The 48 minutes are over. I’m not playing the game anymore... I AM the game. Jill (The Reality): Rest now. I’ll take it from here. I can feel our daughter kicking already—a tiny pulse in our womb. You wanted to know what it felt like to be me? Now you'll never know anything else. Jill reached back, her gloved hand smoothing over the plush, firm curve of her heart-shaped bubble butt , checking the fit of her lightish-grey pants one last time. They were so tight that her swollen vaginal lips felt ev...