"I'd love to take over Selina and serve you, master!"

I will take Selina's body if you wish it, Master.

Jonny smiled a bit. He knew it might be a bit strange for Lisa to be inside a body other than her own. After all, Lisa wasn't a body-hopping demon who used up and changed bodies like old laundry, but she sure did love her master. With that, Jonny's vessel disappeared in a puff of smoke as Jonny made his way back toward the gory scene of the very chaos he had caused only moments before.

A puff of dust and smoke signaled Jonny's arrival in a darkened stairwell of the grand and chaotic office building where the gala had been held. Jonny felt again the familiar, gnawing pain in his belly, and he leaned Lisa's curvy body against the railing to steady himself in the darkness. He felt weak. He felt drained. Jonny looked down at himself--at Lisa's body--in the darkness. A bit of light from the "Exit" sign above him shone down and illuminated the tired demon and the body he now controlled. Jonny looked down and saw that Lisa wore a tight-fitting set of red silk pajamas. She must have gone up and put them on as soon as Jonny left for the event because she felt sick (which was, of course Jonny's doing) and wanted to rest. Lisa's substantial bust pressed against the soft, smooth fabric, as did her wide, child-bearing hips farther down. Jonny quickly felt his meat suit though . . . something felt--off. His belly felt flabbier. His thighs seemed to jiggle more as he shifted his weight, and his breasts seemed to droop more than he expected. He examined Lisa's hand a bit. He could not see well in the darkness, but it looked a little more veiny than normal--older, perhaps.

Brushing these thoughts aside, Jonny pushed the metal door open and stepped in the hallway. Light shone down upon him as he stepped into the welter and chaos of the scene of the crime. Cops and medics scurried about yelling to one another. "Put some pressure on that wound!" came one frantic command. "Get him down to the ambulance now!" came another. Jonny smirked internally as he made his way through the throngs of people too busy to notice the pure oddity of a middle-aged woman running through the hall in pajamas.

Master? came Lisa's call. Her voice sounded weak and far away. Jonny looked around frantically. Where the hell was Selina? He looked down at himself. It was as he had suspected--Lisa's body was beginning to shift. Before she had been a curvy cougar--a sexy woman who jiggled in the right places. But Jonny now looked down at a flabby middle that had aged and gained 20 pounds since he had last seen it. His fingers looked pudgier too, and they were older. They were the hands of a woman in perhaps her early sixties. "Damn!" Jonny thought as he tried to surge forward as his vessel began to fall apart with him still inside it.

Jonny looked far down at the end of the hall. At the end of the hall stood a doorway, and cops and medics and a couple people in suits seemed to be rushing in and out of the door at top speed. "There must be somebody important in there," Jonny said, resolving that that was where he needed to go. Jonny began to make his way toward the blessed portal beyond which rested--well, he didn't really know who, but he needed to eat fast.

"Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry about that. If you could--thanks," came the hurried and frantic requests of the demon Jonny as he asked people to move out of his way as he approached the doorway. Finally Jonny stood before the door. He reached for the handle.

"Sorry ma'am, but you can't go in there," came a female voice. Jonny was surprised. He looked immediately to his right as the source of the voice moved between him and the door. What Jonny saw was a woman probably between 30 and 35. She was somewhat dark-complected, with dark hair and a toned body. Her breasts were protruding beautifully from her chest, yet not at all sloppy or ill-kept. Jonny looked at her bountiful cleavage for a moment before noticing her attached to her uniform--Diva Patel. That made sense; the woman's skin was tanned, and it appeared she was of Indian ancestry. "Mam, you have to go," Diva said. Jonny just smiled. "No . . . no I don't think I do," Jonny said as he placed his host's hand sternly upon the chest of the beautiful officer, and his eyes took on a familiar red glow.

Or at least they should have. Jonny felt something akin to the surge of demonic energy he had been accustomed to, but it was weaker somehow, like a car engine that was trying to start but just couldn't turn over. Jonny's demonic powers must have weakened as his expended his dwindling energies controlling Lisa's body. Jonny looked up at the lovely Diva, who looked back with a confused expression. Suddenly, she reached up and grabbed Jonny by the arm and slammed him into the wall, forcing his arms behind his back. "Mam, you should have just left when I told you to. It's for your own safety. You're going downtown," she said.

"What's going on?" came a female voice from inside the room Jonny had been trying to enter.