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He doesn't oppose. He simply can't. Perhaps he'd like to, but he's utterly incapable of expressing any opposition.

You are gentle, though. You don't demand that he move or expend any additional energy: Mrs. Garcia just sits atop his waist, her legs spread in the air, as she welcomes his sizable member into the only orifice of hers he hasn't explored yet. Watching that monster's enormous size disappear inside her petite, tight asshole is almost awe-inspiring. But now her poor little pussy is left unattended, an injustice you want to rectify. You bury your face between her thighs, your maws diligently working on her sensitive lovebox.

Trish had never eaten out another girl before (she wasn't much of a fan of blowjobs either), but you suppose you've gained some useful experience over the past week, as evidenced by Mrs. Garcia's escalating sexual moans. She reaches her peak as your lips suddenly close around her clitoris, a minuscule yet highly responsive spot that you have learned to be incredibly, aehm, pleasing, if correctly stimulated. And her wide-eyed, O-shaped expression is irrefutable evidence.

Bill, to his credit, is still rock hard, despite the fatigue of having climaxed already twice. You have no doubt that, at this point, he's running on autopilot, reduced to a primal urge to penetrate any opening you present to him. He's not different from your son Daniel, whom you abused thoroughly, or even to your old Tom self. After all, aren't men all the same in the end?

Yes, not being able to possess them is not a big deal. You're more than able to manipulate them like this, plus you can fully focus on taking the best female specimen you can find, without the need to become some repugnant, brutish creature. Gosh, you were so, so inferior back then!

"Mmm... I'm getting all excited down here..." You rub your pussy with your well-manicured fingers, but it's hardly enough to satisfy you further. Well then, you know a way both to satisfy yourself and show everyone else the hierarchy between males and females. Well then, you know a way to both gratify yourself and underscore the hierarchy between males and females. You maneuver around the two lovers, and Esmeralda watches you closely, her curiosity piqued as she rises from Bill's erection. Your intentions become apparent when you position yourself over his face with your legs spread wide.

The two of you lean into each other, your hands squeezing your breasts once more, and as you sensually make out, you both descend together. She welcomes his member back into her pussy, while you press your womanhood against his shaved mug.

Mrs. Garcia's moans echo loudly in the room; her cries have become a familiar melody here. You join your voice with hers, recognizing that this isn't his first rodeo for sure. You're starting to suspect that soon-to-be-former Mrs. Davies liked to ride on top as well. Ah, this might explain his negligence during the entire divorce proceedings.

-How's this, Mrs. Garcia?- You groan hilarious while moving back and forth, synced with her rhythmic motions.

-Oh, eso es maravilloso, señora Martínez!!!- She yells ecstatically.

-Then what about this??- You dive onto her boobies once again, those perfect, squashy boobies that you could suckle on all night long. You wonder how your son would react if he came home from school and found the two of you still entwined like this, like babies with milk bottles.

BZZZ BZZZ

"?".

Initially, you think it's just the sofa's spring, but then you realize there's a buzzing sound. It's your phone in the other room; someone is trying to contact you. Well, they can wait.

"Trish." Esmeralda's voice in your head brings you back to the threesome: "Let's do something spicy.".

"What do you... ohh, I see...".

Taking advantage of Bill's obscured vision due to your bouncy ass, your appearance begins to shift: your skin skin lightens, your hair slightly curls, and a tattoo appears on your lower back. Simultaneously, Esmeralda undergoes changes too; her lips plump up, and a navel piercing materializes.

In no time, there's another Trish in front of you, though 'another' is quite misleading, as you don't look like Trish anymore.

-Ayeeeee!!!- 'Trish' screams with her Trish's voice, but with Esmeralda's intonation. Meanwhile, you rotate your new pelvis, glancing down to meet his eyes, checking what he has understood from what it just happened. Turns out he was just too busy eating your pussy to realize.

"Ohhh fuuuuck Mrs. Garcia's body is so-"

BZZZ BZZZ

What? Again? Ugh, what a pain in the neck!

You disentangle yourself from Bill's grasp, slinking down from the couch to reach for the phone. However, just as you move, it stops vibrating. Frustrated, you decide to forget about it and rejoin the entangled pair. Yet, things have shifted; 'Trish' is now lying atop Bill, one hand caressing her own pussy and the other toying with her nipple. She's adapted swiftly to her new form. Well, you have to admit, you do look incredibly sexy.

Having sex with another version of yourself, even if controlled differently, promises to be an interesting experience. You settle in, bending your knees and parting your thighs, your fingers finding their way to your freshly shaved vagina. Externally, with these hootersa and all the rest, Esmeralda's form isn't drastically different from yours, but as your escapades as Kim have proven, every pussy has its unique charm. They all feel extraordinary, yet distinctly different. And this one is certainly no exception. With your free hand, you gently tease 'Trish' 's clit, delighting in her pleasure-filled gasps.

BZZZ BZZZ

"For fuck's sake!!!" You vent your frustration, your hips wiggling in agitation. This damn cellphone is completely ruining the mood. While Bill remains blissfully oblivious to the interruption (twice in a row!), you slip out as a lump of red goo of your own pussy, leaving 'Esmeralda' to continue on autopilot. You rapidly slither across the living room, turning the corner to find the phone on the table. Reforming your naked Trish form, you grab it in annoyance.

Hold on, it's Kim?

-Hello?- You pick up. As Kim feeds you with information, your expression shifts from anger and curiosity to shock and alarm. When you end the call, you storm back into the living room, disregarding the fact that you're now seen as a second Trish by Bill. Less cautiously, you slam back inside 'Esmeralda,' who's conveniently still engrossed in her task while gyrating her hips toward 'Trish.'

-Hey?- 'Trish' grunts in confusion as you, in your 'Esmeralda' form, stand up without much ceremony. With a swift movement, you spit a splinter of your goo on your hand and stick it inside of Bill's nostrils. He blinks a few times, seemingly falling into a trance.

-Trish! Esmeralda... what's happening?- 'Trish' asks you, her voice laced with concern.

-Let's switch back.- You reply, arms crossed: -You, male, get up and leave. Find all the information on Charity Dawson, now!-.

Your Bill-**** obediently complies, and you're left alone with a nude and notably stunned alternative version of yourself. The two of you morph back, the same expression of worry now etched on Mrs. Garcia's face.

-What's wrong?-.

-We lost too much time. Charity has already made her first move.-.

-Her first move?-.

You look down, a grave shadow darkening your visage.

-She has made two girls jump in the middle of the road.-.

The two screens on the other side of the glass beep in a slow, steady rhythm. Next to each of them are the two girls you're here for: the first, a blonde with curvaceous hips, and the second, a black-haired of Asian descent; both ****, intubated, and covered with bandages from head to toe, with only that green beep to testify to their heartbeats.

As you breathe, your nostrils are on fire. The whirlwind in your mind leaves you overwhelmed, and you only sense someone approaching from behind you at the last moment, a familiar presence growing closer.

-Oh my God.- Trish comments, her eyes shifting between the two comatose young women.

-Are they... us?-.

-Megan was.- You answer: -While Sonja... I think that Megan got her only after the...- you stumble over words, but Trish doesn't need you to rephrase.

-Their families?- She asks instead, scanning the area for a pair of **** married couples.

-Out of town for Megan. Out of country for Sonja.-.

-I see.-.

A doctor arrives, a woman in her late thirties with pink-dyed hair and a nose ring. One of you, you sense. Her I.D. badge reads 'Dr. Beverly Truman'. You remember seeing her last night, she was close to the emo clerk from yesterday. Maybe they were friends. Maybe she was the one who had acquired her.

-How are they?- You ask.

-They reported several traumas all over their bodies. The driver was high speeding, and...- She pauses, discomfort filling her silence, though it doesn't seem like the concern of being caught sharing information with nonrelatives: -Medically speaking, it's a miracle they're still alive. I suspect that the... aehm, nature of our kind has somehow... reduced the damages.-.

None of you speak for the next ten seconds.

-Will it help them recover too?- Trish finally asks.

-I don't...- Dr. Truman pauses as busy-looking couple of physicians pass by you: -I don't know. I myself healed from a little cut this morning, but their wounds are completely on a different level. Plus, they're not conscious, and we still don't know enough about our powers to be sure of their functioning.-.

She waits for her response to settle within you, then informs you she must leave, and walks away. Trish then tells you that she will mobilize her contacts to bury the incident's details so that if... when Sonja wakes up, she won't be accused. You nod, but this isn't the kind of reassurance you need right now.

-I should have seen this coming.- You utter: -Megan was furious with me. She was impatient to have her friend back, I should have stopped her.-.

-Kim.- Trish puts her hand on your shoulder: -Don't be unfair to yourself. I know you're trying to rationalize what happened, but don't blame yourself for things you know you're not guilty of.-.

-But it is my fault.- You gravely state: -I took the mantle of the leader, and so I have to bear the consequences. If someone get hurt, it's on my watch! I wanted everyone to be safe... but I failed.-.

-That's precisely why you don't have to falter right now! What has happened is... tragic, undoubtedly. But we have to learn from this, and you have to change our strategy. Now that we know what Charity is truly capable of, there's no way we will let her do as she wishes.-.

You lower your eyes: -And what if I'm not capable of that?-.

You see Trish smiling in the reflection of the glass: -I know my big sister. She's smart, cunning, and really stubborn; thus I have absolute faith that you're ready for this. And remember that you're not alone.-.

-Yeah.- You let out a deep sigh, and then your eyes shift once again to your two unfortunate companions. Anger boils in your stomach, causing your eyes to well up with tears.

-She was one of hers. She should have protected her. Instead she...-.

-I know.- Trish can only answer.

-They were friends! And she used her to, to try to...-.

You throw a fist to the glass, and then you walk away.

-Okay, but please, Emily, be careful!- You pace back and forth in your house, pressing the phone to your ear as if you could embed it in your skull. Emily's tone is calm and steady, yet it doesn't alleviate the terror gripping you. The call ends right when the main door opens, and your sister walks in.

-Oh, thank God you're safe!- You embrace her, catching Kim off guard for a moment, but then she hugs you back.

-How are they? Any news?- You inquire.

Kim shakes her head: -They're stable, but we don't know when they will wake up. I met Trish, what about you?-.

-I just talked with Emily. Uh, on the phone, I mean. She said she was driving to the police station to get some cops. I tried to talk her out of it, but...-.

Kim rubs her eyes: -Actually, I was thinking about it just now. Having the police on our side would help our situation a lot. If I'm not mistaken, the chief here is a woman.-.

These last words of hers cause a turmoil in your chest: -W-What? But, huh, are you sure it's a good idea? I mean... maybe we should stop spreading and change our plans.- but it looks like she was waiting for this observation.

-Yes, you're not wrong. I thought that by outnumbering her, we would be at an advantage, but instead, she's using our numbers against us. She knows that we care for each other, so we're providing her new preys to harm.- Kim crosses her arms, a contemplative expression crossing her face. -On the other side, she clearly sees her hosts just like tools to use and discard. Whatever her final goal is, she doesn't possess more people than strictly necessary. I really think that we should start to do the same. People in power should be our main targets, as well as our friends and families. Casual people, we should let them be.-.

Her words hit you like a dart. You drop your eyes, crestfallen: you hoped that you would have stopped possessing other people after this, that at least this tragedy could have a positive turn, since you still haven't recovered from the fact that you had to assimilate Cassidy a couple of hours ago. Instead, Kim is saying that you should continue, and even focus on the people you love the most.

-Kim, are you... are you sure that what we do is really better than what she does?- you finally ask, feeling a heavy weight pressing on your chest.

Your sister gasps in realization, letting her arms hang free at her sides. You're diverting your visage, but you can feel her intense gaze on you.

-Tina, we don't have any other choice. Look, I hate to put it like this, but... what if you hadn't possessed Heather before Charity arrived at her?-.

-Yeah, but where is she again? Hostage of that psycho, trapped in her mansion! Maybe if I had just kept her out of all this, she would be safe now!-.

-Tina.- She moves closer to you. -We will save her, I promise.-.

-It's not just this.- You spin around, your long hair dangling at each step that you make.

-I miss Mom. I miss Dad, and I miss... our brother. I wish they were here now.-.

-I miss them too. But Tom is safer away, and Mom will take care of Dad, wherever they are. Hey, come here, give your sister another hug.-.

You turn to her, your cheeks streaked with your salty tears. You embrace her again, holding her tight. After that, she remembers that the both of you have still to lunch, and so she offers to cook something, leaving you alone in the living room.

You're left to your own devices, to think about Heather, Cassidy, and everyone else. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. You're confused, as you weren't waiting for anyone; could it be one of yours, perhaps? Could it be Mom?

You rush to open the door; but it's not Mom or one of your sisters standing in front of you.

-Tina...-.

-N-Nadi?-.

Nadira shrugs her shoulders, a pout forming on her lips.

-Will you let me in?-.

-I will, don't worry cousin. Hear from you soon!- You end the call with Tina and drive to your destination: the police station. You park the car and dismount, fixing your large John Lennon glasses. You're about to move toward the entrance when you see someone exiting in a hurry.

It's a blonde-haired girl of about your age, perhaps a couple of years older. She looks eager to get away, which would be understandable since she's coming out of a police station, but it's a bit more intriguing that you sense that she's one of you.

Wait, you think you've recognized her. You saw her in some photos with Kim on social media. What was her name again?