Try the gun on someone

After confirming again that the gun doesn't harm the target, Thomas decided to try it out. It was late at night, and there were few bystanders. Thomas waited in the shadow of an alleyway until a car stopped by the side of the road. The window rolled down and the driver, a middle aged man wearing a nice suit, tossed some garbage out on the street.

"This is punishment for littering," Thomas said and shot the gun. The beam hit him squarely on the head, and he simple broke down into cubes of light and was sucked into the gun. The whole process took less than a second.

"Holy shit. It actually worked!"

A display on the gun now showed the man's face, allowing Thomas to select him as his disguise.

"Nothing feels different?" Thomas said after putting on the disguise. That was when information flooded into his mind. It was the man's memories. Not his whole life, but enough that Thomas knew where he lived, his job, and who his family members were.

He was named Patrick and was an investment banker making an obscene amount of money. He was married with one daughter. The mental image of a beautiful Japanese woman appeared, short of stature and of slender build but stunningly beautiful. More memories revealed themselves as he focused on her, and quickly turned raunchy. She was his wife after all, and it was only normal they had sex.

It was like opening a folder of someone else's porn. She was on her knees, giving him a blowjob. She was bent over, taking his cock in the ass. She was lying down legs splayed, cum leaking out of her vagina. The memories were vivid and since they were playing out in his mind, made Thomas feel like he had experienced these moments in the past. He was raging hard now.

He started the car and drove straight home, eager to see his wife. He found he had no qualms about hijacking this stranger's life. Soon he pulled into the driveway.

Patrick lived in a luxurious bungalow in the suburbs. Thomas looked awestruck at his spacious living room even though he already had memories of the place. Seeing it with his own eyes was different from accessing Patrick's memories.

"Honey, I thought you said you were going to be back home late today?"

At the top of the stairs was Patrick's wife. Thomas was overjoyed for two reasons. For starters, Patrick's wife recognized him as her husband, confirming that the gun worked. Secondly, his wife was indeed as gorgeous as his memories suggested.

She came down the stairs with a spring in her step that exposed her happiness at her husband's early return. Her arms wrapped around and hugged him tight, pressing her soft body onto his.

"Welcome home! Did you miss me?"

"Yes, of course I did, Misaki," Thomas said and returned the hug. He hesitated for a moment, then threw caution to the wind and gave her plump ass a gentle squeeze. Misaki did not react in the slightest.