Jonny goes on.

Tom looked at his wife with a grave look of worry and fear in his eyes. He suddenly hugged her. "I'm so glad you're okay," he said. The hug lasted for a good two minutes. The two walked into the kitchen and sat down for an early dinner. Jonny mulled the evolving situation over in his mind. This Ricks character was a new one on the scene, and the curfew would complicate things. Sure, Vanessa's men could move about in the shadows, but they would certainly have to be more careful. Selina was probably already half nuts and very twitchy wherever she was. If she had seen what Jonny just had, she would be all the more so. This place was crawling with soldiers with full auto-guns just looking for anybody suspicious. Who could move about in an environment like this? Jonny munched on pasta as he pondered these details.

Full, Jonny let lose a loud belch and simply leaned back in the chair, his bloated belly full of a hardy dinner. The woman's thin white blouse strained against her gut and her breasts, and Jonny had even gotten a bit of tomato sauce on his host's nice shirt. Tom looked sideways at his wife, surprised by the un-lady-like behavior, though he said nothing. It was nearly 6 PM now, and Jonny was getting restless. He decided to kick the mayhem up a notch. He was not sure how long he had in this body--cops would soon find the video he had made, and it would be all over the news soon thereafter. "So I wasn't sure the whole place would go," he said as he took a drink of water.

Tom looked perplexed. "What do you mean?" he asked. Jonny set the glass down. "Well when I fucked with the equipment, I didn't know how bit the explosion would be. Seems to have taken out the whole place. I wonder how many I killed . . . " he said flatly. Tom's jaw dropped. "Angela, that's not even funny. Not funny at all. I know we all deal with stress our own way, but what has gotten into you?!" he said, flabbergasted. Jonny smiled and stood slowly. "My dear boy, what has gotten into me is behind your comprehension," he said as he stood and examined his curvy form again, "but I'm glad it's in me now, or rather that I'm in her--your wife." Tom was getting annoyed now. "My God, Angela, what's wrong. Just tell me, will you?" he said, irritated. "GOD?!" Jonny yelled at the top of his host's lungs. Tom shrunk back in shock at the sudden change in tone. "Not quite God, really," Jonny said with a devious smile, "but given my unassuming appearance I can understand the confusion, so let's try something a little different," he said has he took a step back.

He looked in the direction to Tom and concentrated. Suddenly, Angela's eyes glowed red, and black smoke covered her beautiful body. When it dissipated, her white lab coat and white blouse were replaced with a full leather suit. It was jet black, the pants hugging every curve of her beefy legs and ample ass as it snaked its way up her body. The tight-fitting leather was flush to her bloated, pregnant belly as it jutted out from the rest of her, and the top was cut low in the front so that it showed off her gorgeous, milk-filled boobs. "That better?" she said with a smile.

Tom jumped from his chair and staggered back, knocking over some dishes in his haste. "What the hell?!" he screamed. "Hell indeed," Jonny said, "and I must admit I find your whole suburban housewife thing rather boring, hence my taking over your wife's body," he continued as Tom turned white as a ghost. Jonny moved closer to him, grabbing a knife off the counter as he did. He inched closer to Tom, who could move no more because he'd already reached a corner. "Normally I'd encourage you to put up a fight, but it'd be nice if you didn't this time . . . wouldn't want to hurt little baby," Jonny said as he rubbed his host's stomach. Tom stood there mesmerized as his wife, or at least the thing that looked like her, approached him. Suddenly, Jonny plunged the knife into Tom's gut. He tensed up, and blood began to seep out his mouth as he coughed and gagged. "Thanks for staying still; you're a peach," Jonny said as he leaned in close to Tom, who sank slowly down the wall and landed in a growing pool of his own blood.

Jonny looked down at his handiwork. "Mayhem starts at home kids," he said with a smile as he looked down at his bloated belly. Still inside Angela's body, he looked out the door to the barely controlled chaos that awaited him. He smiled. "I wonder how many of them I can take out before they figure out sweet lil' Angie's the one who caused all this mess and shred this little body of hers. Only one way to find out," Jonny said as he began to walk toward the door.