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Suddenly, Jonny blinked. He found himself again in control of Selina’s curvaceous form. He looked down at his borrowed body, noting the jewelry dangling from his neck and hanging down toward his generous breasts. He had been aware the whole time that control of this body was ripped from him. He had felt himself ripping Lisa’s soul from her body and taking it voraciously into his own. He had seen the glimmer pass out of her eyes for the final time, and as he looked forward now he saw only the deadened, empty eyes of the woman he had loved. Jonny began to sob. He dropped to his knees and hugged Lisa tightly around her waste as the tears flowed from him. “No no no no no I’m so sorry,” he screamed as Lisa’s body simply stood there before him without any kind of expression. Jonny fell back on to his back and sobbed again and again for what seemed like hours. The lightening and thunder crashed outside. It was as though the sky itself were splitting apart as Jonny’s emotions shredded him there in that dark room while Lisa watched motionlessly. On this went for hours, until the sun peeked over the horizon again.

Jonny stood, his features disheveled from the sobbing. He was tired, or at least his body was. He glanced about the room. He looked at Lisa, who stood there predictably like a drone and simply stared forward into nothing. “Take the car back. Fast . . . now,” he commanded in a cold and emotionless voice as Selina’s body was engulfed in a puff of black smoke and Jonny was teleported away.

Within the blink of an eye, Jonny found himself in the familiar hallways of The Warehouse all the way back in town. He glanced about to see no one familiar—no one at all, in fact. It was morning and, of course, there were no customers in the place yet. Jonny walked in the direction of what he knew was Katie’s office. He had a plan taking shape now. The city would know his rage. As Jonny rounded a corner, he saw to hulking men standing at the other end of the hall in front of a door. Jonny walked toward them without batting an eye, presuming that they stood in front of the door because Katie and Vanessa were having a meeting about business matters on the other side of said door. As Jonny walked Selina’s body closer to the door, the two men took notice, knowing not at all who was inside the voluptuous officer but knowing full well that no one was to interrupt the meeting.

Selina walked, hips swinging and breasts bouncing, up to the two giants standing before the door. The larger one stepped forward. “Larger” was not necessarily a word that captured this man’s size. He was immense, a mountain of a man, really. He stood at probably six feet eight inches tall, towering over Selina by well more than a foot. The man appeared to be in his early fifties and was dressed in a dark suit. He looked as though he had at one point been in impeccable shape but that age was slowly winning its war with him. The giant stood before Selina with his belly flabby enough to peek over he top of his suit pants, and a double chin appeared upon him. His hair was mostly gray as he looked down at the slight woman.

“I need to borrow someone,” Selina announced. “No one through door,” the man said gruffly, a thick Russian accent dripping from his words. “I said I need someone,” Selina repeated more sternly. The big man was annoyed. He bent down and lifted Selina’s curvy form clean off the floor and dangled her in their air as he brought her like a rag doll up to his higher vantage point. She was centimeters from his face. “I say no one through door,” the man said again, “now walk pretty ass back to hooker bar or you need to borrow someone and also doctor too!,” he said threateningly.

Selina smiled as her body dangled there in the air before the grand enforcer. “Do you have a gun?” she asked. The man was puzzled for a moment. “Yes, have two,” he said. Selina smirked. “Then I don’t need a doctor . . . you’ll do just fine,” she said as she moved close to the open mouth of her captor and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. As she did, wisps of black smoke began to **** their way from Selina’s body and into his. Selina’s voluptuous frame shook and giggled, particularly her chest and ass. Her body tensed up and convulsed as the big man held on to her. After a couple seconds, the man could no longer hold her, as his own gargantuan body tensed and convulsed and writhed about while Jonny’s essence **** its way inside him. He dropped Selina roughly to the ground, and she landed with a thud as he tried in vain to fight off the advancing and invading mass of smoke forcing its way inside his body. He fell back to the wall but now had nowhere to run as the possession continued. Eventually, the final wisps of smoke disappeared into his mouth as the big man collapsed to the ground.

After a few seconds, he stirred. Jonny opened his eyes for the fist time and looked around. He saw another man—the second security guard—cowering in the corner and white as a sheet over what he had just seen. Selina stirred as well. Slowly, Jonny moved, gingerly standing in his new, larger body. As Jonny stood, he could tell this body was way different from anything he had used before. This body was in its fifties and male, not to mention huge. Jonny stood and looked down on all the other people around him from over six and a half feet in the air. His body was sore, but there was immense power in this mountain of a man—Jonny could feel it. Jonny looked down at his hands and his protruding gut as he felt his new form. “Big now . . . strong body,” he said, suddenly infused with the broken English and thick accent of his host.

He looked over and saw that Selina had now stood up. She looked around, sheer confusion and panic gripping her. “Where am I?!” she demanded, looking at the hulking brute Jonny now called home. Jonny just smiled as he lumbered in her direction. “Don’t come any closer!” she said as she held her hand up, panicked even more because she wasn’t even in the clothes she remembered when it all went black for her, “I’m a cop so you better listen to me!” she said as she tried hopelessly to contain the situation. Jonny simply chuckled, his voice a foreign, deep, guttural growl befitting is ogre-like frame. He walked slowly up to Selina, who became more afraid as he approached. She was certainly outmatched physically. Jonny looked down at her and laughed again. “Cop?” he said, “no, no lady you are not cop. You are only meat suit for Jonny,” he said, and with that, he brought his hand up and clenched it into a fist. In one motion, he brought his hand down on top of Selina’s head. The woman quickly crumped to the ground with only a whimper. Jonny looked down at her **** body on the ground as he enjoyed the new-found strength running through his body.

Jonny heard a noise and turned around. There in the corner cowered the second security guard, the one Jonny had forgotten all about. He huddled on the ground looking up at Jonny like a scared child. Jonny looked down at him. “You keep body safe,” Jonny said as he pointed to Selina’s **** form, “I not done using yet.” With that, Jonny turned and headed out of the restaurant.

The man who was Jonny’s unwilling new host was Vasil Volov, a fifty-two year old former Soviet KGB agent and boxer. At six feet eight inches tall and about 300 pounds, Volov was a mountain unto himself. Age had begun to win against parts of his body. His expanding belly shook as he walked, and his hair was grey, but he still had plenty of girth and muscle left. Today, he wore a black suit and dark glasses that just made him look downright scary.

Volov’s possessed body lumbered out of the building and reached the parking lot. A large black SUV had just pulled into the lot, and out stepped its occupant. Jonny beheld a woman of about 36 years. She had black hair and a toned body with diamond rings on her fingers. She beheld Jonny’s imposing host as she got out of the car. “Hello,” she said, “my husband wanted me to come here and ask about having some catering done for his sixtieth birthday—is this the place?” Jonny did not answer. He was more interested in her car, to be honest. He walked up to her with no expression on his face. “Give keys,” he said as he held out his hand. The woman looked perplexed, as though she did not understand what she had just heard. “What?” she said. “Give keys,” Jonny said, this time more stern. “No!” the woman said as she recoiled, holding her keys closer to her impressive body.

Without a word, Jonny reached down and grabbed the woman by the sides of her head and yanked it suddenly to the side, snapping her neck like a twig. Her body crumpled to the ground lifeless as her eyes lay eerily open to anyone who might pass by. Jonny reached down and grabbed he keys from the woman’s dead body. “Next time just give keys,” Jonny instructed the dead woman as he stepped on her lifeless body to get to the car. He climbed in and set off the direction of mayhem to come.