Messing With The Twins

Jonny didn't like being disrespected. Although he was currently cozily occupying the older, MILF-y body of the wedding's dress-fitter Melaine, he remembered Sarah snubbing him while he stuffing food into Tara's mouth at lunch. Jonny wanted the last word of sorts, and he was going to get it.

"Holly, dear, why don't you let your friends help you?" Jonny handed 'Emily' and 'Hayley' a pink bridesmaid's dress from the rack. The possessed ladies grinned as the twins just looked on in confusion. Holly was about to raise a question, recalling that Melaine wanted to dress up her and her sister at the same time. She never got a chance to ask, though, as one of Jonny's clone wisps sped down the leggy blonde's throat and effortlessly seized control of her body.

"Thanks!" Holly chirped, her sister unaware that she was now one of Jonny's playthings. She stood up to join Emily and Hayley. "You two look smokin' hot in those! Hopefully that dress you got there works with my itty bitty titties." Holly mockingly pouted, flicking her nipples through the fabric.

"Oh, don't worry, cous." Hayley winked, happy to have another player on the team. "Even though the redhead broad over here has some fat tits..." She gave Melaine's clothed rack a slap, sending it jiggling like mad regardless. Jonny pretended to be upset, halting his chest's momentum with a hearty grab to stabilize Melaine's breasts. "If she kept those fuckin' udders in mind, your cup size shouldn't be an issue."

"Let's not waste any more time, girls." Emily cooed, placing her hands on Hayley and Holly's lower backs. "Don't want to keep Zoey waiting." The cousins gave a stifled guffaw as they all headed into the next room under the guise of dress fitting. In actuality, the 'lunch buddies' from just a few hours ago would now be mashing their bodies together in sweaty lesbian sex all under Jonny's control.

Sarah was too bewildered to act.

"Now Sarah, darling, there's something we need to discuss." Melaine approached Sarah's chair, Tara flanking her as well.

"W-What?" Sarah said, her throat too dry to make a sound at first.

"You were so rude to me at lunch!" Tara exclaimed, crossing her arms under her heavy bust in mock frustration. "Those tapas were sooooo good, and you kept staring daggers at me!" The Indian lady got closer still, practically right up against Sarah's pretty little face by now. "Maybe if you weren't such an anorexic little bitch you'd know how to enjoy some free Greek food!"

Sarah was once again too bewildered to act. But this time, her confusion subsided in a few seconds and gave way to white-hot rage.

"Maybe if you didn't act like a fat fucking pig the day before your friend's wedding this wouldn't be an issue." Sarah grit her teeth as she spoke in an angry rumble. "Just because you worship cows doesn't mean you have to look like one, you ugly, obese whore!"

Her confusion returned as Tara and Melaine met her hostility with giggles that turned into manly chuckles.

"Alright, now I don't feel nearly as bad about this." Jonny spoke in Melaine's dulcet voice. In truth, he never felt bad for anything anymore. He put a manicured hand on his hip and postured Melaine's body like a confident man, legs spread at shoulder width. "Before you take a nice little walk in your pink dress, why don't you walk for a bit in Tara's shoes?"

"Like hell am I going to-" Sarah protested, but quickly stopped, grasping at her throat. That was Tara's voice... coming out of her own mouth?

"Cat got your tongue, bitch?" Tara eagerly said. Sarah was now pestered by her own light and bubbly voice coming from the thick Indian beauty in front of her.

That wasn't the end of it, though. Sarah felt an incomprehensible sensation as her body seemed to balloon up in most places, yet her height shrank. Her skin tone darkened, and she felt the fabric of her sundress begin to stretch and tear as her tits and ass rocketed outwards. Soon, the spitting image of Tara Inani was sitting stunned in that chair, while 'Tara' now bore Sarah's slender, nubile form. Jonny had morphed the two ladies into each other.

"O-O-Oh my god...!" Sarah began to freak out, frantically twisting and turning and grabbing at her new body. She sunk her hands into her voluptuous thighs, then her stomach. "I... I'm fat...! I'm hideous...!" She was appalled, but turning her attention back to the other ladies in the room was even more horrifying.

Her old body was lustily sliding its tongue inside and out of Melaine's as the redhead eagerly reciprocated. Jonny hiked up her sundress to reveal her lacy panties which he quickly began probing, the morphed and possessed Tara holding back moans as her new clit was stimulated.

"Who's the fatass now, 'Tara'?" Melaine taunted Sarah, while fishing out a massive breast from her own dress's cleavage. She pointed a fingernail to it, and the transformed Tara didn't hesitate to stuff as much of Melaine's titty flesh as she could into her mouth. "This could be the rest of your life if I wanted. Luckily for you, I have bigger plans."

With this absurd situation seemingly coming to a head, Sarah blacked out. Jonny had sent another clone into her before she started to yell or anything. 'Sarah' then stood up, knowingly sauntering towards Jonny as her and Tara's bodies morphed back to normal. Soon, both of the bridesmaids were sucking on Jonny's huge mammaries, and with just a little bit of fingering his mature cunt, he collapsed in a fit of orgasmic pleasure. Sarah and Tara simply watched on, before attending to each other as they collapsed on a nearby couch in a frantic heap.

Although Jonny felt fucking amazing from that orgasm, he also felt a telltale dull headache before it slowly subsided. While he wasn't at his limit yet, he was soon approaching it. He could probably possess one woman here and keep clones in the rest and he'd be fine, but any further complications could spoil his fun.

He left Melaine's body leaving her collapsed on the floor with her tits popped out of her dress and floated around in his ethereal form. Checking in the attached bedroom area, the clones in the ladies earlier were having the time of their lives.

Holly was laying down on the cushy hotel bed, a wicked smile on her face as she was buried beneath her cousin Hayley's massive derriere. Hayley gyrated her hips as she felt Holly's tongue tease and probe her pussy, all while abusing her own generous tits for pleasure. Emily likewise had her face buried in Holly's cunt, aggressively holding onto the blonde's flawless legs as she went to town on her nether regions.

This was Jonny's kind of wedding, alright.

Satisfied with the current situation, he phased back out to where Lynette and Zoey were waiting. They seemed a bit uneasy and unsure, hearing some strange noises from behind the curtain but ultimately deciding not to get up and to wait for Melaine. Jonny, as always, had other plans.

He circled underneath Lynette's chair for a bit before rapidly flying up through the bottom of her seat, possessing the woman through her ass. Jonny couldn't quite stop her from spasming and moaning a small amount, but thankfully Zoey was too preoccupied to notice her friend getting body snatched by her previous tormentor from high school. Her spasms subsided, and a telltale grin grew on her face.

Jonny now had Lynette Satchell under his thumb, and her delectable body to boot. Sure, Hayley had some junk in the trunk, but Lynette was packing for as long as Jonny had known her. Lynette and her husband had an active love life (unsurprising to Jonny) and were trying for a second child, too. He spent a few seconds treating himself to her memories of getting railed and assfucked, both by her current husband and the repressed memories of Jonny all those years ago, before committing to action.

"Zoey, we should go check on Melaine and the others." Jonny said with a false sense of worry as he stood up, enjoying Lynette's wonderful weight distribution.

"You think so?" Zoey said, genuinely concerned as she hadn't gotten up yet.

"They're taking too long regardless. We don't want to miss those dinner and drinks reservations, right?" Jonny now knew that the bridesmaids would be attending an even more extravagant restaurant in the rapidly-approaching evening. Fine dining in these smoking hot bodies with their purses was something Jonny couldn't turn down.

"...Yeah, you're right." She stood up with a confident smile, unknowingly walking right into Jonny's trap. "Let's tell them to hurry up already!" Zoey walked ahead with a laugh, as Jonny joined her for his own diabolical reasons, following the bride-to-be. He discreetly took a huge, two-handed grope of Lynette's bountiful cake as the two approached the dividing curtain...