Jonny goes on.

Billy Green stood as steadfastly as he could, but he was shaking like a brittle leaf in a windstorm. Jonny removed the gun from his mouth after a few seconds, smiling erotically at Green. "Like that little fella?" he asked. Jonny and Green stood there, eyes locked for a few seconds. "R--r--radioed to base already. They'll be here soon," Green declared. Jonny's face took on a look of mock pain. "Now why did you have to go and do that?" he asked. He then smiled a bit. "Not to worry . . . we can still spend some quality time together. I've got something new in mind," Jonny said.

Suddenly, Jonny quickly closed the distance between himself and the ever-so-nervous Billy Green as he leapt the few feet through the air that separated them. Angela's Donovan's pregnant body flew through the air and toward the unsuspecting, dumbstruck officer. Angela's body disintegrated into the familiar trails of whipping and swirling black smoke that **** their way into Billy Green's mouth and down his throat. Green shook and spasmed and gargled as the demon-possessed woman **** her way inside him. He gargled and writhed about. As a reflex, the young man fired off his gun several times, putting several bullet holes in a Pepsi display and a nearby window and eliciting further screams from Marcy White as she lay paralyzed on the floor hearing sounds of struggle and chaos.

After only a few seconds, the shots stopped. So did Billy Green's struggling. The officer's hat had fallen off in the struggle, and he slowly put his arms down, his body now with a new occupant. Green's body had undergone other changes too--new, different ones. Green's eyes were a strange color, a sort of mix of green and red. Sweat still poured down his face. He had the look of a man who had been through hell, like he had just stayed up for a week straight with no rest. He dropped his gun, the weapon clanking to the ground with a metallic ping as it fell from his hand. Green looked around through tired, run-down eyes. The most notable thing about him, though, was his stomach. Moments before, Green had been a young man who was thin as a rail, perhaps owing to a combination of a skimpy diet and unfavorable genetics. Now, however, his waist and belly were distended--jutting out from the rest of him to the point of causing some small rips in his tightly worn police uniform, exposing the skin of his stomach. It was almost as though Angela Donovan's pregnancy had survived Jonny's jumping into Billy Green. The young man looked down at himself, his eyes suddenly growing wide as his mouth hung limply open. The belly scared him too--that hadn't been there a few second ago.

Billy took a couple slow steps toward Marcy White, who still lay paralyzed on the tile floor of the gas station, blood slowly dripping out of her as the broken glass crunched under Green's shiny black shoes. "M--mam wha--whas. Awwww," Green said, struggling to verbalize his thoughts. "Mamwasyour--wasyourname?" he said the newly bloated, pudgy officer looked down at her.

Suddenly, his eyes glowed a bright red, and he put his hand to his head as if to ward off a sudden and intense pain. "Not so fast, you little fucking do-gooder!" spat out the young officer, his voice a mix of his own, Jonny's, and Angela Donovan's. He suddenly turned around and waddled, the new weight in his belly slowing him down a bit, away from Marcy White. "The cops have to find somebody, and you're it!" Green said as Jonny battled the young man whose body he had just taken as his own. Green's face contorted into a sick smile. "Now why don't you buckle up and let momma take over?" he said as his eyes glowed a bright, intense red yet again. Green's eyes closed as more changes overtook his body. What had been short brown hair sprouted into long, sexy blond strands that dangled from his head and ran down his back. Green's face softened and thinned out even more than it was before, taking on a decidedly feminine shape. Farther down, his arms thinned out, and his hands lost what little tiny hairs they had as his fingers thinned out.

His hips cracked and expanded, jutting out into a wide set of motherly, child-bearing hips. His thighs and ass plumped up too, and the moaning, which had been doing on during the whole transformation, became far more womanly as Billy Green's voice changed over the course of only a few seconds. His bloated belly jutted out further, seeming now more tight and beautiful than sloppy and an afterthought, like before. Suddenly, two big, pillow-like mounds of flesh **** their way out of the man's chest, as beautiful boobs seemed suddenly to find him and plop themselves wonderfully down upon him. The person who stood there was now fully and properly a double of Angela Donovan. The former Billy Green simply collapsed to the floor, his pregnant stomach protruding up from the rest of him as his eyes fluttered and he looked down in horror at the female body that was now his.

Jonny turned around and looked with a smile into Billy's eyes. He bent down and laid his hand upon Billy's bloated stomach as his eyes glowed red. "Your name is Angela Donovan, so you better start acting like it little Billy," he said, "you know . . . this didn't have to happen if you hadn't radioed in, but it essential now--the cops have to find somebody, don't they?" Jonny said deviously.

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