Possess a random cheerleader

Well, not entirely random, you think with a smirk as you sit up in bed for the first time in your stolen body. Veronica Bianchi was selected by one of your little helper demons, on the basis that she was a truly good person who also happened to be the most popular and beautiful girl in her school. She was an honor roll student who was captain of the cheer squad, and had already been accepted to Harvard in the fall. Her life is perfect, and that's why you're going to ruin it.

You cup your stolen breasts and roll the soft flesh around in Veronica's delicate fingers. Good, but of course you can do better. As you kneed her breasts, they begin to plump and expand. When each boob is bigger than your head, you release them and watch them bounce into their new, perfect teardrop shape.

"Well," you say with a satisfied smile, "I guess it's time to go wake my little victim up."

You get out of bed and head to Veronica's bathroom. Clicking on the mirror, you stop to admire your enormous breasts again, run your fingers through your coal-black hair, and generally enjoy being a sexy bitch as you watch every little flaw and imperfection fade away. You're going to make Veronica one of the hottest women in history. At least as long as you're wearing her, anyhow.

Without further ado, you reach into the mirror and slap your reflection. She is shocked, a red welt appearing on her smooth and perfect cheek. Veronica's soul looks out of the mirror at her stolen body, and suddenly realizes that something is very very wrong.

"Wha-what's happening?" the terrified mortal whispered.

You reach into the mirror again and **** her with a single hand. "Shut up, bitch. I'm an evil Goddess, and I have possessed your body. I'm gonna FUCK YOUR LIFE UP and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it. Enjoy your front row seat."

You smash your reflection's face on the reflection of the counter, smashing it in a spray of blood. She falls back into the mirror bathroom, the front of her skull a bloody ruin, but you know that it'll be healed back up the next time you want to taunt her. In the meantime, she'll be enjoying the feeling of a smashed face while she floats around in the back of your head, watching you utterly destroy any chance she had at happiness while simultaneously indulging your own selfish whims. Speaking of which, a voice was calling from down below.

"Veronica, is that you?"