"I think you should take Selina, Master."

“You should posses Salina’s body, Master,” Lisa says as she seemed to struggle to hold back tears, “we will find a way, Master; we will.” She smiled at Jonny, who weakly smiled back in his pudgy form. He took his borrowed hand and ran it gracefully across her cheek, and she held it. Jonny soon turned and walked back over to Eddie, the young boy whose troubles had so moved him. “You didn’t quite win the sweepstakes, kid,” Jonny said as he approached the boy. Eddie looked puzzled. “What do you mean?” he asked. “No need to worry about that now, because I think I may still be able to help you out,” he said as he set his hand firmly upon the young boy’s scrawny shoulder. The eyes of Fineburg’s possessed body glowed red, and Eddie’s soon followed. “Make your way to a restaurant in town called The Warehouse,” he said, “and ask for Katie—the black-haired manager chick with big tits. See if she might give you a place to stay and maybe some work. If nothing else, it’s likely to be entertaining,” Jonny said. The boy nodded like a puppet, “Warehouse . . . big tits . . . stay,” he said. Jonny released the boy, secure in the knowledge he’d at least picked up the general premise, and he began to waddle back toward the car as Lisa followed. The two got in, and Lisa began the drive back to her home.

The car hummed along as the sounds of waves and the salty smell of the sea gave way again to skyscrapers. As the two rode along, Jonny looked suddenly to Lisa. “I was not sure whether you had feelings for me,” Jonny said. Lisa looked straight ahead. “Yes,” she answered. Jonny paused. “Do you think your feelings for me are real, or do you just have them because of the mind control I’ve done on you? I mean, I’ve made you cater to my every whim . . . “ he said. Lisa shrugged her shoulders. “Does it make a difference?” Lisa asked, “Either I have real feelings for you, in which case I want you, or I have feelings for you because you’ve molded my mind, in which case . . . I want you,” she said as she glanced over to Jonny. “Feelings are real if the person who has them thinks they are, and I do,” Lisa explained. Jonny nodded, seeming to understand. “So,” he began, “if I possess Selina’s body, living arrangements aside, we may end up having some explaining to do because, as far as I know, Selina’s not a lesbian,” Jonny said, “times are changing, but some people are not accepting of that sort of thing. Even if they are, we may still have some explaining to do . . . it’ll surprise people,” Jonny said. He thought for a moment. “Could you still be attracted to me if I possessed a woman’s body?” he asked. Lisa paused. “I don’t know,” she said, “I’ve never been with a woman before.”

During the drive back, thunder was heard overhead, and lightening ripped the sky. The rain came down in buckets, all of it seeming to be some kid of supernatural reaction to the carnage Jonny had wrought, or perhaps a portent of things to come. Lisa pulled the car into the driveway, and Jonny saw Selina waiting in front of the door as she sat on the steps with her head in her hands. Jonny and Lisa got out of the car. “You go inside. I’ll do what needs to be done and follow soon,” Jonny instructed. “Yes, Master,” Lisa said as she entered the house. Jonny used Fineburg’s rotund body to walk out of the garage and into the rain. His overweight body was quickly soaked as he waddled up to the porch area where Selina sat just barely under a roof.

Jonny inched in her direction. “Hello,” he said, and suddenly Selina looked up. She’d obviously been crying, and her already figure-hugging dress was soaked from the rain. “Who are you?” she said. “My name is Arthur, and I’m a friend of Lisa’s; what’s wrong?” Selina sniffled. “I went to this thing tonight with this really cute, amazing guy, and it was so romantic ‘cause we danced in the elevator and had dinner on this beautiful roof top with all the lights around us,” she began, crying again. “It was where the mayor was supposed to talk and one of my men—I’m the police chief—one of my men took the mayor hostage and said something about JM and started shooting. He killed a bunch of people. I lost my date in the chaos, and I don’t know where he is!” she exclaimed as the tears spewed forth. “He was great,” she said, “I was going to take him back to my apartment after and maybe have some wine and maybe we could—“ she began, and anyone could infer what she thought might come next.

Jonny plopped Arthur’s sloppy and soaked body down on the step next to Selina. “Have they figured out who was behind it?” he asked. She cried more, “My officer did it, and all the rest of my men are investigating why. We still don’t know who JM is or why he or she matters. In all the chaos, they’re probably all wondering where the hell I am, but I can’t do anything but think about Jonny—that was his name,” she sobbed, “I have my gun and my badge and my uniform, but I just sit here in this dress ‘cause I wore it just to look pretty for him.” Jonny watched silently inside Arthur Fineburg as the rain poured down. He reached his pudgy hand up and set it upon Selina’s shoulder, concentrating. Jonny’s eyes glowed red, and Selina’s did too as her body relaxed and her mind cracked open and Jonny **** his way in.

“Selina,” Jonny said, “no matter what happened to Jonny, you will treasure your time with him tonight, and you will know that he treasured his time with you. The time when you first mustered the courage to ask him out, the time when you fussed over your hair in your bathroom before your date, the time when the two of you danced romantically in the elevator—all these things bring you great joy,” Jonny said as Selina’s face came to be filled with a great and wide smile as these memories filled her mind. “Joy . . . “ she said as she remembered. “Yes,” Jonny replied, as he released the officer. The two sat there for a moment as Jonny beheld the mystical joy that had spread across Selina’s face. Then, just as she was shaking her head and starting to emerge from the mental haze, Jonny grabbed her by the shoulders. “Time for the dismount,” he said as he opened his current host’s mouth and tendrils of black smoke started to **** their way out of that body and into Selina’s.

Arthur Fineburg’s body shook and choked and convulsed as Jonny left him. Jonny’s ethereal form quickly **** its way inside Selina, whose curvaceous body likewise jerked and jiggled about, her breasts in particular shaking like jello as the demon **** his way into her. She grabbed and gargled and tried to yell, but to no avail. Her body fell back roughly on to the ground as the last of Jonny disappeared inside her, and the traumatized body of Arthur Fineburg fell first to its knees and then forward as dead weight onto the concrete. Jonny opened his new eyes first and immediately took a deep breath, his generous chest expanding mightily as he sucked air into his new lungs.

He slowly sat up, taking careful and glorious note of the globes on his chest and the slight bounce they made as he moved. “Wow,” he said as he looked down at them, “I haven’t had boobs in a good while.” Jonny also examined his dainty hands and his wide, motherly hips and his curvaceous ass. He slowly stood, taking in all the wonderful sensations, including the fact that his form-fitting gown clung all the more to the new body that had been soaked in the rain.

“What the hell?!” Jonny heard, and his head jerked in the direction of the noise. Fineburg was loudly and clumsily standing his fat body back up. “How did I get out here?” he asked in his nasally voice, “and why are you staring at your own boobs?” he demanded of Jonny. Jonny just smiled. Without a word, Jonny reached down and rummaged around in the bag that Selina had brought with her. He felt clothes, make-up, keys, and the finally what he was looking for. Jonny stood his new body back up, this time with the gun in hand as he pointed it at Arthur. Fineburg immediately put his hands up. “Put that down before you hurt somebody!” he screamed. “Thanks for the lift Art, but I really can’t have any lose ends,” Jonny said matter-of-factly as he fired a single, solitary shot straight into the fat man’s head. Fineburg crumbled, falling first to his knees, causing a shake in his considerable belly, and then to the side and into the pouring rain. His blood ran down the sidewalk. Jonny put the gun away and walked without a word into the house, his female form glistening with drops of rain that dripped slowly on to the floor.

In another room and without Jonny’s knowledge, Lisa sat and looked upon a picture from about twenty years earlier—her college graduation. She’d had big hair at that time and watched Friends obsessively. So it was fitting that the picture itself included her best friend—a younger and slightly less curvy Selina McCarthy, both of them smiling into the camera. Lisa looked at the picture with a strange look of sadness and satisfaction. She set the picture own the table and stared at it. Her eyes narrowed. “Nobody will have my Jonny but ME!” she said as she brought her fist down upon the picture swiftly, shattering the frame, and ripping the part of the picture with Selina’s image to shreds.