Things get into motion

-Here we are, Miss.-.

Your driver's voice pulls ye back to reality. You flash a mischievous smile and pretend to adjust a strand of hair obscuring yer vision.

-Thank you, Alfie. How do I look?- Ye inquire, subtly enhancing the curves so generously accentuated by yer low-cut orange dress. Alfred's gaze flickers to the rearview mirror and then averts in embarrassment.

-A-ehm Miss, Miss McBride, you definitively look good.-.

-Oh.- You feign disappointment: -Only good? I was hoping for something more like smokin' hot.-.

-W-Well, Miss, you are indeed, erm, quite fascinating, today.- He stammers, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. Ye chuckle in excitement, once again causing yer bosom to bounce exaggeratedly, before leaning forward to plant a kiss on Alfred's cheek.

-Aww, thank you, Alfie, I knew I could rely on you! I really don't understand how some lucky woman hasn't snatched ye up yet! Perhaps we could... have a chat about it... later?- You purr, relishing in his labored breath.

-M-Miss, I think it's time for your meeting...-.

-Oh, how clumsy of me! Ye truly are a darling!- You step out of the limo, taking in a lungful of fresh air as your car departs. Donning yer sunglasses, you give your bosom a firm squeeze and admire the opulent mansion before you, far surpassing any ye've visited in recent days, even Trish's.

"Sally, you really are a tease! I feel sorry for the man and I'm not even there!" A familiar voice echoes in yer mind, prompting a giggle from you.

"Oh, haud your wheesht Lacy! You know fine I love havin' men tumble at my feet!" After all, that's one of the reasons you're here now.

Since taking control of Miss Sally McBride's body on Monday, ye've utilized both yer supernatural abilities and yer exaggeratedly-natural charms to elevate yer position at the economic-financial agency where she worked. Closing important contracts and mind-controlling yer superiors, you quickly secured a couple of promotions. However, you hadn't anticipated catching the attention of the boss himself, Darius Gately, who invited ye to his office on Thursday for a discussion about yer rapidly advancing career. During your 'interview,' you couldn't help but notice a couple of intriguing details.

For one, he wasn't alone, as expected: the Gately firm was jointly owned by him and his wife, Geneviève Gately, who was also present. While Darius could be described as a hot stud in his forties, the word to describe the mature woman standing behind him was 'MILF' – with her ample bosom and shapely hips, she rivaled even yer former mother, Jessica. More importantly, ye couldn't ignore Darius's gaze repeatedly drifting to yer low neckline, a glint in his eyes that ye'd come to recognize over the past two days. Yet, it wasn't just him; instead of the expected disapproval, ye found his wife transfixed by yer assets.

Ye struggled to suppress your grin. Those two were clearly taken with you!

Thus, you readily accepted their invitation to join them at their home two days later, today, even though it was your day off. As they insisted it wasn't a formal meeting but rather an opportunity to get to know each other better, you eagerly agreed. When ye left, ye were so horny that ye dragged Lacy away and indulged in raw sex in the restroom, already envisioning an afternoon of pure pleasure.

Then, Charity happened, and yer priorities changed abruptly. However, ye soon realized that this presented a prime opportunity to assist the group: with the Gatelys' resources and connections at yer disposal, ye could swiftly eliminate that nuisance from the game. So, the plan was simple: infiltrate, wait for their guard to drop, and spit some goo inside of Darius while filling Geneviève's buxom body with a more significant dose. And, who knows, perhaps having Mr. Gately's cock plunged between yer tits in the meantime.

"Gosh, I wish I was with you instead of being stuck here. Ugh, I can't stand Joanna, I don't know why she's always staring at me!" Lacy refers to Joanna Paige, the third person in your office, a cute girl but a real pain in the ass.

"Sorry, babe, next time I'll make sure to get ye invited too." Ye reassured her. Of course, ye've maintained a psychic link with Lacy, both to comfort her and tease her a bit.

As the gate swings open, you notice a woman approaching with a welcoming smile. Well well, the lady of the house herself.

-Sally! How delightful to see you!-.

She was wearing a revealing dress similar to yours, only in light blue, and with a medallion hanging under her neck. Ye wonder if she put it to bring attention to her ginormous bazoongas or to provide a decent excuse for a long stare. Oh dang, ye so want to bury yer face there, right here and right now.

-Mrs. Gately! Thank you again for your invitation, I'm really honored by your consideration!-.

"And horny by her mammaries, uh?".

"My, you do know me, Lacy.".

-Please, no need for these formalities. You may call me Geneviève, my dear.- She offers you her arm, which ye accept eagerly. Together, you stroll down the driveway toward their door, your bodies pressed close together, her ample and higher bosom practically resting on yours.

Fuck, if ye still had yer old cock, ye'd have a boner by now. If only she knew that beneath this façade of a youthful, busty woman lies a perverted teen boy who's about to get inside her, though not in the way she probably dreams of! Goddamn, you're already wet!

-Everything alright, luv?- She asks, noting that ye're biting yer glasses in manifest nervousness. After all, you have to wait to be away from prying eyes to strike.

-Yes, of course Mrs... ahem, Geneviève. I'm just really excited to meet the boss like this, ye know.-.

-Oh, you're too kind. And please forgive me if I sound this informal with you; I'm used to chatting this way with women my age, and deep down, well, I guess I want to pretend I'm not old enough to be your mother.-.

A thrill shoots down yer spine. The mention of a mother-daughter dynamic, yer favorite roleplay with Lacy, has yer nipples hardening already.

"I wish I was there to suck from them. Gosh, I'm horny already, I hope Joanna goes to the bathroom soon cuz I need some relief!".

-Not at all, Mrs. Geneviève. And honestly, I hope to age as gracefully as you. Ah, in a couple of years, of course.-.

She chuckles, and ye eventually reach the main door. Before opening it, Mrs. Gately pauses for a second.

-Oh, before I forget, we gave our servants the day off for some extra privacy.- She informs you with a casual tone.

-A brilliant idea.- You agree with a smile. You enter, and the interior is just as magnificent as the exterior.

-Dear? Sally is here!- Geneviève calls out for Darius before sighing: -Here we are, terrible hosts already! Excuse me, I'll go find my husband. Oh, you can wait for us in our living room, the third door to the left down that corridor, if I remember correctly. Darling!- She sashays away, giving you a tantalizing view of her swaying rump.

Ye scratch yer nose in anticipation. Perfect, ye're completely alone with them, and they're giving ye plenty of time to plant some goo under their seat or whatever. Kim will be so proud of ye when ye bring them on a leash!

"Mmm, ahh~..." You can't hear the sopping noises she's making, but you can quite imagine them.

"Is she gone?".

"N-No, I'm just doing it while she's looking away! Come on Sally, hurry up and come back!".

You flash a devious grin, stretching the sides of yer neck.

-Sorry babe, I think I'll take my time here.-.

-Well? Can I come in, yes or no?-.

You're incredulous. Why is she even here? Doesn't she understand that she's in grave danger just by being in your presence???

You quickly step out and slam the door behind you.

-Nadira, go away! I, I told you I don't want to see you anymore!- You summon all your strength to feign disdain for her presence, but she's not convinced, crossing her arms and scowling.

-Yes, ya've been quite clear before. Shame that, I dun't believe you. I know you, Tina, and I know it's no coincidence that both Heather and that cheerleadin' conne were absent today and that you were freaking out the entire m'ning. So, will ya tell me what's going on?-.

You swallow a dense lump, revealing to her all your agitation. You hear Kim's voice calling you from inside, and you know you have no time left.

-I-I can't, you'll never believe me. Nadi, please, I need you to trust me and do what I say without asking any questions, ok?-.

-But...-.

-Please!-.

She stumbles, then nods. You lean forward to grab her hands, but you stop at the last second. No, it's better not to touch her; you have to minimize every chance of... of creating another Cassidy.

-You and your family have to take the first flight and go back to Cameroon, or anywhere else away from here!- You say with urgency. Nadira, obviously, gapes and tries to protest, but you shush her again.

-I know you don't understand, and I know you want to help me, but please, please, listen to me and just go away! Something terrible happened... and there's nothing you can do about it!-.

-This is absurd!- She replicates: -You can't expect me to just... whatever this is, I...-.

Kim calls you again, and tears form in your eyes. She's coming, and when she notices that Nadira is still herself...

-I'm sorry, for everything. When it's over, I'll explain, but please, just go! Now!-.

Finally, you see fear replacing confusion in Nadira's eyes. You hate to scare her like that, but you have no other choice. Only now she's beginning to grasp the gravity of the situation. She tries to say something, but eventually, she turns around and leaves.

It's like a weight has been lifted from your heart. Or maybe it has crushed it; you're not sure. You bend down to the ground, clutching your head in your hands.

You hope that she will forgive you, someday. But even if it won't happen, now that you know that she's going to be safe, nothing else matters. Suddenly, the door is opened and you jump to your feet.

-Eek! What were you doing?- Your sister exclaims in shock. You mutter out some excuse, and then she asks who was at the door.

-Just... just some door-to-door salesman. Very insistent, yeah.-.

-What? Do they even exist? Hold on...- She grabs your wrist and drags you inside, then checks rapidly the street with alarm.

-Who was he? What was he selling?-.

"Wtf?".

-Why is it important?-.

-Because maybe it was Charity, haven't you thought about that?- She retorts, a hint of annoyance in her voice: -No one has ever rung our door to sell us anything before, and they start today? That could have been a recognition!-.

You open wide your eyes. Oh shit, you chose the worst story possible.

-I-I don't think he was. She, I mean, he, he was just the average guy, you know.-.

-Tina, come on! I told you what she did to Maria's friends, and you, you just took a useless risk right now!-.

You frown, your lips twitching nervously. Why isn't she buying it, and why is this turning into her lecturing you like you're a kid? Can't she just stop being Kim for a second?

-I'm telling you it wasn't Charity! And even if it was, I'm fine, ok? So, stop worrying!- You walk past her, hoping to end the conversation like that. Instead, she grabs you by the shoulders and turns you around abruptly.

-Stop worrying? Our family is missing, that psyco sends people to the hospital, and I should stop worrying about you???-.

-For fuck's sake, she wasn't Charity!-.

-'She'? I thought you said it was a man!-.

A knock on the door saves you from an impossible answer. However, you both immediately turn pale: you because you think it's Nadira again, and Kim because she thinks it's Charity.

But it's neither of them, as you feel that it's one of you behind the door. Kim opens it, revealing a blonde girl you last saw years ago, back when she was friends with your sister.

-Heya, big boss. Oh, hello Tina. Wasn't that your friend leaving?-.

...

Shit.

You take a drag of your cig, observing the commotion unfolding at the Harris' entrance. Fuck, that used to be your entrance just hours ago. But it was literally another life.

Instead, you shift your gaze to the black girl walking down the street, clutching her purse as if her life depended on it. You're not sure what Tina said to Nadira to scare her off like that, but whatever it was, it did the trick. You know damn well how much she wanted to spare her friend from the fate she gave to you instead.

A pang of pain shoots through your gut, causing you to tremble and groan. That green shit is creeping around like a snake - but why? Suddenly, you feel something rising up your throat, and you spit out some of the goo itself. To your disgust, it takes the form of Charity's favorite guise - that of Millie.

-I want to play with her! Bring me there, Cassidy sis!- She chirps sweetly, sending shivers down your spine.

-Don't call me like that. And we agreed I'm gonna be your spy, not your freaking lackey!-.

A serpent-like smirk spreads across Millie's innocent face, something so out of place for her supposed age. Her form shivers, growing in weight and height, her clothes adjusting to her new size. And as for her appearance, you know damn well who she's mimicking right now, and it makes your heart skip a beat. She sips on some juice from the miniature cup she created with her powers.

-Then I will just need to possess Dawn too, so you will become my sister for real! Bleagh!- She sticks out her tongue out at you. You clench your fists in fury, but you know you can't defy her. You get off your ass and start following Tina's poor friend.

-When it's over, I will fucking shoot you between your fucking eyes. That's a promise.-.