'Selina' gets to the Warehouse

Selina walked out to her car and got in, starting the drive toward the restaurant from which the man inside her body had first taken Lisa. Jonny emerged from the car and strutted toward the restaurant, his stolen body’s hips swinging and its breasts bouncing as he walked in high-heeled shoes. A well-dressed doorman—a pleasant fat kid named Michael, if his nametag was to be believed—opened the door as Selina walked in. Jonny gazed about as he beheld the splendor of sin and debauchery and depravity of various kinds that filled the restaurant. Immediately upon entering, though, Jonny removed Selina’s phone from her purse and texted the officer who she’d talked to earlier. “Stand ready with the SWAT Team,” she told him, “no one moves until I get a clue where he is. If I give the order, come through the back door . . . we don’t want to end up on the news unless we have the bastard in cuffs.” Jonny replaced the phone in the purse and walked into the restaurant.

Jonny strutted his curvy body straight past the tables and right into the restaurant’s kitchen, flinging the door open mightily and simply walking in. Cooks with grease-stained shirts eyed the newcomer suspiciously. After all, she was not supposed to be back there. After a couple minutes of looking about in the kitchen, Jonny heard a male voice behind him. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but only employees in the kitchen please, now if you’ll kindly come this way—“ Jonny turned and saw a hulking giant of a man—Dimbe. “No you big ugly fuck, I think you’ll take me right to your boss instead,” Jonny commanded, his host’s eyes glowing red as a display of power to the big, soulless Dimbe. He followed Jonny’s orders and led Selina down a couple hallways, and at the end of a second was a large door. Outside that door were two very large guards with their arms crossed across their chests. They were even bigger than Dimbe, and that was not true of many people. Dimbe led Selina through the door, and the two large guards made sure to check out her curves as she passed. Jonny gave them a slight smile. Dimbe swung the door open, and Jonny stepped in to a spacious, well-appointed office.

On the other side of this room stood two people—Katie and a woman Jonny did not yet know. Katie smiled, immediately discerning Jonny’s presence despite his curvaceous meat suit. “How’s it going?!” Katie said as she leapt into Jonny’s arms and gave her a big hug as though the two were long-lost sisters. After ending the hug, Katie stepped back with a smile and looked Jonny over, taking in his new form. “I heard my body bit the dust . . . damn shame. Still, but of an upgrade, huh?” Katie asked Jonny as she pointed to the globes dangling from Selina’s chest. “I’m still getting used to them,” Jonny said with a lovely smile, “and rest assured I’m loving every minute of that process.” Jonny stepped over to the other figure standing at the desk, “And you would be--?” he asked. “Vanessa,” the woman responded, “it’s an honor to meet you,” she said with a wide smile, “Katie tells me you’re really great, and he said you might be getting a new body soon, so congratulations on that. I wish I could get bigger boobs too, but I just work for Master Katie,” Vanessa said with a somewhat star-struck smile.

Jonny paused for a minute. “Well the boobs are certainly legitimate items of concern, but at the moment I’d really be more concerned about the policemen outside,” he said. The smile immediately dropped off Vanessa’s face, and of course Katie was immediately concerned. Jonny looked at both of the women, but particularly Vanessa. “My young dear, congrats on the promotion, really, but you’ve got a rat in your organization, ‘cause my people were able to know when you’d taken out Daddy and exactly where you were headed. You might want to lock that shit down, whoever it is,” Jonny said. Vanessa gulped. Katie looked concerned for obvious reasons. “What do you want us to do?” she said. Jonny paused. “I can’t maintain credibility among my people if I just call ‘em off when they’re sure you’re in here, and they’re right. I’ll work a bit of a trick to avoid major complications, but there’s probably no way to avoid it—they’re gonna have to come through the door,” Jonny said. Katie nodded, not liking the idea but understanding the importance of keeping up appearances.

“They won’t go until I tell them to. Do you keep the financials on site?” Jonny asked. Katie shook her head. “No, we moved them to a secured location—under the bed of Michael, the now-soulless fat-ass doorman. Once I ripped his soul out of his body, you’d be amazed how fast those Boy Scout ethics just dried right up,” Katie said with a chuckle. “I’m not sure I think it’s the safest place,” Jonny said, “but it’s not here, and that’s good.” Jonny next walked up to Vanessa as the human stood nervously before him, “And now what to do with you?” he said contemplatively. Vanessa looked confused, “What do you mean?” “Well I can’t have the cops busting in here and finding the newest crime lord in town plopped in a chair and chatting with the new honor of this fine establishment merely hours after taking Daddy out, now can I?” Jonny said, “that’s bad PR.”

Jonny thought for a minute, and then a smile crossed his host’s face. He looked at Vanessa. “I’ve got a plan you’re not likely to be a big fan of,” she said. Vanessa frowned. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked. Without a word, Selina put her hands on Vanessa’s belly, and both women’s eyes began to glow red. This, time, though, it was not the subject’s mind she sought to alter—it was her body. Jonny had picked up the power to alter the bodies of those whose meat suits happened not to suit his purposes, and Vanessa’s most certainly did not at the moment. Vanessa’s head dropped to her chest as her entire body relaxed, and then her body began to pulse and blur, shifting and swirling about.