Continue with the new Katie

Katie stood in amazement, the little red dress Jonny had conjured up hugging her every taut curve. Shiny dark hair cascaded down from her head, and her conjured-up dress accented her beautiful ass and her large, bouncing chest. She stared at the gigantic, heavy-set black man from whom Jonny had extracted a soul. She snapped her fingers in front of his face a couple times as she towered a good foot above her. Nothing. She whistled a couple times, and still the man just stood there, his body and mind a vacant shell. “Hey!” Katie yelled. Suddenly, the man came to attention and looked down at Katie’s tiny but beautiful body. “Yes mistress,” came his deep bass voice.

“So that’s how you get their attention,” Katie mused. “What’s your name?” she demanded. “Dimbe, Mistress,” came his baritone reply. “Dimbe, Go assemble the kitchen staff and all the servers. Describe this meat suit I’m wearing, and then make sure that they know I’m the one in charge around here. They’ve got to follow my orders. Got it?” the possessed woman barked. She lamented the fact that she couldn’t just entrance everybody into doing what she wanted, but mind control was not her forte. The pacified giant lumbered off, his heavy footsteps clunking through the room as he departed. Katie glanced around the stately office, filled, as it was, with glittering gold and silver antiques lining the shelves. She strutted her sexy exterior about the place. “All mine,” she said as she plopped her generous rear into a comfy leather chair behind the big man’s former desk. She noticed a bunch of financial papers strewn about the place, including payments from mob bosses and even some dirty cops, often from waitresses who, it seemed, doubled as prostitutes for the right price. “I’ll have to give a bunch of this to Jonny, but I bet he’ll make sure I do just fine,” Katie mused with a smile as her eyes passed over the numbers.

Elsewhere on the desk, security camera monitors showed different parts of the restaurant—the main guest area, the patio, the rooftop bar and eating area where the best customers ate, and many other places. At the moment, the place seemed well-tended. Katie glanced in the mirror that sat on the desk. It was still strange for Jack to look into a mirror and see a reflection like this one looking back at him. He brought his dainty hands up and mushed his face together in strange expressions a couple times, getting a kick out of the spectacle he was making in Katie’s body. “A woman like you once told me I’d never get into her pants . . . who’s laughing now?” he said to his buxom reflection.

“Wait a minute,” Katie said as she leaned closer to the mirror. She thought she could see something odd. As she leaned in closer, she looked very closely and spied a few lines forming around her eyes—crow’s feet. “What the hell?” she said, trying to smooth out the imperfections in her skin to no avail. She stood quickly from the leather chair, her heart suddenly racing and her body heating up. Sweat began to roll down her chest. She burst through the door and ran out of the office. She furiously pushed the button to open an empty elevator that would take her to one of the lower floors of the restaurant—the basement, in fact. She thought she knew why this was happening, but wasn’t sure.

The elevator descended with heart-pounding agony as Katie watched her reflection age and decay mirror that was the back wall of the elevator. This entire body was foreign to Jack, and he’d tried to ignore the hunger much of the day, but he could no longer. He had never felt a ravishing starvation like this before. Katie watched in the mirror as the wrinkles upon her face became more pronounced. There was also a certain swelling throughout what had been a beautiful female body. Jack had the option of just leaving it, but he did not want to. After all, Katie had been his first body after his transformation into a demon. He watched in the mirror as her belly inflated into a kind of sloppy, gelatinous mess that pushed ungracefully against the dress. Breasts that once bounced resiliently now simply flopped about in such a way that they almost fell from the dress. Flab filled Katie’s arms slowly. And the drain, oh the drain. Katie felt as though the energy were being sucked out of her. She was so tired. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” the aged woman demanded of her own disheveled reflection.

“Ding!” went the elevator, and the doors opened into the darkened room of the basement. Katie emerged slowly and gingerly from the elevator, her body wracked with pain and age. She now looked well past 70—bloated and old. “Is anyone here?” she said, trying to sound distressed, which wasn’t hard. “I need help . . . “ she said weakly as she leaned against a set of wooden crates.

“Mam? Hello?” came the voice of what sounded like a young man. Katie looked through older eyes in the direction of the sound. A young man in a work uniform stepped out of the wine cooler, having apparently come down to move some crates of the good stuff into storage. “Boy, come here,” she demanded, her voice weak. The boy stepped into the light and saw her—the frazzled, fat old woman Katie’s beautiful body had devolved into. The boy was Michael Winston, a young and very respectful fellow of sixteen years who insisted that he take on his present job as a way to repay his parents for the car that they had bought for him. Michael was a freckle-faced, overweight boy whose belly stuck out before him wherever he went despite his efforts to slim down. His smile was welcoming, and his rolls of fat let forth a mighty jiggle whenever he laughed which he tried to do often.

“Mam, there’s a first aid kit right down the hall! I’ll grab it and be right back!” Michael said, ever the many ot leap into action. “NO!” Katie yelled. Michael stopped, confused. “Just need someone to help me sit down,” Katie said, trying to lure in the young boy. “Mam, I think you’d find if I’d just get the first aid kit, it’ll probably solve your problem,” Michael said as he came close to Katie and took the elderly old woman by the hand. “No,” she said, weak. “No?” he said, puzzled. “So . . . HUNGRY!” Katie screamed, and with that she summoned up all the energy she could, pulling the rotund young man as closely as her diminished strength would allow and kissing him passionately.

He struggled, and she held on to him for dear life. Almost immediately, Katie began to feel the magic kicking in as Michael’s soul was yanked from his body and **** into Katie’s. Huge puffs of red smoke **** wither way inside the old woman. Her body jerked and spasms proliferated while this happened. As more of Michael’s soul was absorbed, Katie again grew younger. Her skin smoothed and became young again as the wrinkles were washed away. Her hair turned jet black as it once had been. Her floppy breasts surged forth, once again filled with the wonderful bounce of youth and vigor. Her legs, ass, and belly firmed up in the blink of an eye, pleasure shooting through every inch of her body as she made her way back to the elevator, Michael’s now-empty body standing dumbly awaiting an order.

Katie tried to control the rush she was feeling as she made her way back into the elevator and sought a return to her office. As the elevator reached the appropriate floor, Katie was still breathing heavily. The door opened to reveal a middle-aged, overweight cleaning lady with a mop, who entered the elevator as Katie exited. “What’s got into you?” the older woman said with a slight smile. Katie smiled back. “You have no idea,” she replied as she walked off. She took out a cell phone and called for Dimbe as she made her way back to the office. “Dimbe,” she said, “find the fat kid Michael in the basement and give him something to do. He’s a life-saver.”

Katie walked back into her office and sat down at her big desk, her youth and beauty now restored. “So that’s what happens when I don’t eat, I guess,” she mused, as she looked at the next item on her to-do list.