Selina decides to use Tommy to possess someone else

Selina stood on the bed and looked into the mirror as the young boy's innocent face looked back at her. Behind his eyes was the look his young body's world-weary possessor, full of confusion, fear, and angst, and maybe just a tiny bit of solace. "I'm sorry little guy," she said to her silent companion, "I can't use you like this . . . cookies and comics ought to be the biggest things you worry about," she said. She jumped down from his bed, sure now of what she had to do. She ran through the house with the energy of her young, hyperactive host. She hadn't felt this kind of energy and excitement in over 40 years--since she was a little girl.

She ran through the house to where Tommy's memories told her she'd find his coat and gloves. Removing them from the hanger, she threw on his coat, adorned on its back with an impressive Captain America logo. Selina smiled at her super-hero garb. Indeed, little Tommy had been her knight in shining armor for these last few hours. He had graciously offered her a place to sleep and eat, and he believed in her innocence despite just having met her. Such a thing was rare, she figured. She quickly threw on his gloves and a hat and darted out the door, motoring her little legs and tiny body down the hall as fast as she could. She ran past the doors of the other apartments, noting the conspicuous absence of bouncing on her chest, and seeing also that her head came up only about as far as the knobs on the doors, which was quite different from what she was used to. Selina quickly and haphazardly rounded the corner and began to bound down the stairs, her tiny meat suit breathing heavily as she did.

She came to the next story down and looked down the hallway to the right. The morning sun cut through the cold sky and peered into the otherwise dark hall. The curfew was only in effect at night, so most of the building was empty. Selina could motor around and acclimate herself to this new body in relative solidarity. She then looked to the left down the other side of the hall, and she saw what she had been pursuing. "Well mam, you be sure to give us a ring if that woman does get in contact with you, and make sure to stay in when the curfew kicks in--not safe out there after dark, you see," declared Sargent Grubman in a pleasant voice as the person to whom he spoke silently closed her door. Selina ran up to him. "Mr. Officer Man!" she called out, getting bit of a kick out of the innocence and youth she could not project, "Mr. Police Man!" she said as she ran up to the waiting officer and tapped him on the leg.

Grubman turned with a start toward his pint-sized companion, and a smile crossed his aged, jolly face. "Well hey there Tommy!" he said nicely, "why you look like you've been running--everything all right, little fella?" he asked as he bent down a bit to take a look at the little boy. Selina paused. She wasn't entirely sure how to handle this part. She'd done it before, but of course that had been accidental--could she do it on purpose? Selina gulped. Sargent Grubman cocked his head. "You all right?" he asked. "Sorry, Walt . . . I'll give it back. I promise," Selina said as reached out her little hands and placed them firmly on the policeman's blubber-filled mid-section and concentrated. Within a second or so, the swirling mass of smoke and dust and magic that had become Selina's form began to emerge from Tommy's mouth as his body shook and convulsed. It was as though the little boy was throwing up, but Selina herself was coming out. The spasms and jerks continued as Selina **** her way out of the boy, and the black smoke that emerged almost instinctively and automatically made its way toward the waiting, plump officer.

The dust and smoke and sorcery snaked their way up to the cop's mouth as it hung open in amazement at what he was seeing, and then down it went. Selina **** her way inside the aged cop, his plump, rotund body giving mighty jiggles and bouncing about as she did. He choked and jerked and gasped as he slowly lost control of his own body. His soul tried with no success to fight off the invading presence, each battle manifesting in another jerk or gargle that lasted briefly and then gave way that much more of the cop's body to its new owner. Suddenly, all the struggles stopped, and Grubman's body slumped limply against the wall as Tommy fell with a thump to the ground.

Selina felt strange. She shook her head and closed her eyes, opening them again only to repeat the process a couple more times--like shaking off a sleep. She turned her head slowly toward the wall against which she was leaning, and she saw the first sign that something was dramatically afferent. What she saw was not the dainty, young hand of Tommy, but instead an aged, pudgy hand belonging to a nearly sixty-year-old man. Little bits of hair stuck out from the calloused fingers as Selina beheld them. "Oh my go--" she began, only to note that her voice was quite deep and hoarse. She quickly put her hand to her throat to feel a large, jiggly double chin in the way. Selina slowly stood entirely upright and looked down at herself.

What Selina saw was, yet again, quite different from her expectations. She was not very far off the ground because Walter Grubman was not a particularly tall man--five feet eight inches, if that. Still, years of doughnuts and a stressful job had ballooned his belly, and indeed a mighty gut stuck out from his body and strained against the pressed confines of the police uniform. Selina's new belly jiggled as she stepped, as did a sloppy set of man-boobs that were really just unattractive fat deposits on Officer Grubman's chest. She took a couple steps and felt her body's odd weight distribution. "Well they aren't the boobs I hoped for, but they'll work," she said with a smile as she ran her hand over her bald head and grey mustache and looked down at her unfit body. She slowly turned and looked down at Tommy as he began to stir, moaning a little bit.

"Oh my god--Tommy!" Selina suddenly heard. She looked in the direction of the noise and saw a woman who probably wasn't any older than 23 or 24 herself. Selina quickly studied this woman--she had black hair running down much of her back, and she was roughly Selina's height. She was a little bit chubby--not fat, but with a little extra pouch in her belly and her ass and her thighs, essentially the figure of a woman who probably wanted to keep in shape but whose schedule didn't permit it. The look in the woman's eyes suggested she was tired.

This woman ran up to Tommy as he lay on the floor. "Tommy! Tommy!" she said, "is he all right?" she asked of the plump sergeant before her. "He's my boy," she said as she grabbed him from Selina and held him in her arms. "Oh yes mam. Yes indeed, he's fine. The little tike was running after me to help me probably and, well, he took a little spill and landed wrong--banged his head on the floor as he went down it looked like," Selina said. Even her brief time inside Tommy's body confirmed that this was indeed his mom. "I'm Amber," she said as she swooned over her son. "I'm Sel--I'm ah, I'm Walter Grubman . . . folks call me Walt," Selina declared, finding it odd to refer to herself as her host. "You know, Tommy and I chatted just a few minutes ago--he's a very nice boy, lots of energy and lots of potential. You're lucky to have such a wonderful little guy," Selina said. Amber smiled. "I know," she said, " . . . just wish I could spend more time with him. I'm working as an RN and going to school for my BSN. The money at my job isn't bad, but I work weird hours, and that plus school means I don't get to see my little fella as much as I'd like. I just have to keep doing it for another couple years and then it'll be done--I'll be able to move us into a nice place and get a promotion so I can make my own hours at least a bit more," she explained. Selina smiled. This wasn't an uncommon story, the economy being what it was.

"Well best of luck to you and Tommy," Selina said, "will you be working again tonight?" "Yes . . . . the explosion freaked everybody out, and they're making us all work overtime in case there's another attack. We have to be caught up when the next thing happens or we'll start off behind," she said. "Well I'll make a point of dropping by and checking on the boy before I go home tonight just to make sure he's all right," Selina said. Amber smiled. "Thank you so much," she said happily. With that, Selina waddled away, ensconced safely (for now) inside the aging, overweight body of Walter Grubman. The uniform felt natural, even if this body filled it out very differently from her own. She thought little Tommy really did need somebody around, somebody to look after him and talk to him--it wasn't good for kids that young to be left totally alone for that long. Plus, Selina could use the shelter--a place to rest and recharge away from the prying eyes of the whole military and police establishment and whoever Johnny might have possessed or otherwise controlled.

Selina lumbered out of the building and got in the police car, fastening the seat belt tightly around her sloppy middle. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror at her host body. "I'm sorry, Walt, I really am," she said to her vessel, "I'll get out of you when I figure this thing out . . . you're a good guy, and you don't deserve to be used like this, just like I didn't. But you're the one I've got, and you're a good guy. You might even have let me do this if I'd had the occasion to ask you," she said to him. With that, she started up the car and headed off.