The blue light from his spirit form has spread

As I looked down, I could see blue light seeming to spread around me, like it was emanating from my center; the same blue light as in my spirit form.

But… how can it be seen when I’m in this woman’s body? And why is it getting brighter?

True enough, the light was getting brighter and brighter, and I felt an intensity start to build within me. It was like ozone was in the air before a Thunder storm. I could feel my hair start to stand on end, as I began levitating, flailing awkwardly at the sudden sensation of weightlessness.

This can’t be happening! I’m not in spirit form now…

I could feel the slightest panic begin within me as I levitated above the orgy, especially when each participant developed the same blue glow I had. My eyes were wide as I took in the scene; a town’s square worth of monsters fucking, all under my control, each glowing brighter as if powered up by their lewd acts.

All at once, the blue energy shot out of their bodies and into me, a feminine gasp escaping the lips of my stolen body as it seemed my energy levels skyrocketed and my vision went white, before a colossal rush of knowledge poured into my brain like one million movies fast forwarded at once.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to contain in, as I experienced every sexual act that had taken place in this orgy at once. I saw from the perspective of the Frankenstein as I fucked my zombie girl self, I was the witch as she gloated and stepped on the balls of a shopkeeper in her black thigh high pvc boots, and I was a devil girl lost in pleasure as she was sprayed down in cum from three different sources at once.

My eyes crossed from the **** sensation of it all as my host came hard, her vagina clamping down on nothing as I squirted, my whole body flooding with dopamine before my spirit slipped out of it’s mouth. I saw the Mummy’s body fall to the grass below me, passed out from everything it experienced, while my spirit form remained floating over the town square.

Then, a whole host of memories unlocked within me. I saw a thousand different memory editors, with me in all of them. In some, I stayed myself. In others, ones with people as decorations, I might grab a body just for sport, trying on a business-woman, a bus driver, a young mother. The common thread was that in each memory editor, I was editing memories far deeper than ever before. Implanting whole desires and fetishes, dramatically altering personalities, curing mental illnesses; none of these were beyond my reach now, given the time.

I opened my eyes as the rush faded, allowing myself to drift closer to the ground again.

Is this… it must be! It’s just like Candida said… an evolution.

She’d said they could happen when one gave into pleasure and instinct, and I’d thought the skinwalker side seemed to reward creativity… had shamelessly defiling Rachel’s memory editor given me greater control over the memory side of these powers? It must have…

I found rather than having to walk, or even float there, I simply willed it and I was in the town hall again. I pulled up Rachel’s memories on the projector, and extending my mind towards them it seemed as though I had a much more deft mental touch for when it came to altering them now. I bit my lip as I restrained myself; the desire to test the limits of the power development clashing against the sense not to meddle too deeply in the psyche of the one girl I didn’t need to alter to serve my purposes.

Prudence won out, as I resisted the urge to experiment this time, before a smirk crossed my features as I thought;

Now… I think I’ve kept Heather waiting long enough.