Welcoming Gift for the Thompsons

Jonny wasn't sure of the next time he'd see August, Trisha, or Lexi... but he would always have Michaela and Catherine right downstairs from his apartment. Since he planned on introducing himself in person to his neighbors tomorrow morning, Jonny felt it was only appropriate to mess with their brains a little.

Jonny confidently strode up to the two Thompson ladies and clamped a hand on each of their heads. Catherine and Michaela's eyes rolled back as they groaned and twitched while Jonny rewired their memories and parts of their brain. Michaela's still-possessed friends watched on in morbid arousal. After a minute or two, Jonny was done, and let the women go from his grasp.

He had moved all of the clones' memories from today into the forefront of Michaela and Catherine's dreams; for the next week or so every time they closed their eyes they would relive Jonny's rampage with their bodies. This also let him fill up their memories of the day with an ordinary hangout with Michaela's friends - they would be none the wiser.

"Well, thanks for having me Catherine." Jonny chuckled as he wheeled his suitcase to the door. "Girls, it was nice to meet ya."

"Likewise." Trisha winked, blowing him a kiss.

"Come back any time!" Michaela cooed, flashing her DD titties as Jonny closed the door behind him. He counted down to three in his head, allowing the clones to avoid getting caught in any compromising positions, and retracted all of them. It almost tickled, the five wisps darting out of the apartment and back into his form. He couldn't relish the feeling long - the sound of stumbling and mild confusion from the apartment signaled his time to leave.

Jonny wheeled the suitcase down the hallway towards the elevator. As he waited for the outdated elevator system to finally arrive at his floor, Trisha, August and Lexi left the Thompson's apartment. They didn't realize that the man who just boarded the upwards elevator was abusing their bodies for the entire afternoon, and similarly paid no mind to his large suitcase either.

With a satisfying click of the door's lock, Jonny walked back into his living room and crashed on the couch. He was exhausted, both physically and spiritually in terms of his powers. It had been weeks since he went all-out like that. He might have plenty more opportunities, though. Smaller-scale, more intimate body snatchings and large depraved orgies had their own charms.

Jonny eventually got off of his ass and started uploading the footage from the apartment onto his laptop. He also had to lug out a hefty external drive. Turns out the terabytes fill up real quick when you're someone like Jonny.

As the high-definition and exorbitantly large videos transferred, Jonny couldn't resist checking on his other neighbors again. First, he turned into his ethereal form and bolted across the hall. The tatted-up woman with an interesting fashion sense from earlier was nowhere to be found.

"Well, can't expect everyone to be on call at all hours." Jonny snickered, before flying back to his room and upstairs into the college girl's dorm. Her bedroom was still unkempt, but she was nowhere to be found. Jonny almost called it and went back to his room, but some chatter and TV noises from the living room got his attention...

...And he was happy he looked. The cute Indian girl he spied on earlier was on the main couch watching some vapid reality program. Jonny still couldn't get a good grasp on her body type due to her baggy, relaxed clothing of a hoodie and sweatpants. Her face was undeniably pretty, though.

And as for her roommate watching TV alongside her, it was hard NOT to get a grasp on her body type. Although she wasn't wearing anything wild, just a simple v-neck and shorts, her ridiculously curvy and thick body looked like it was giving the fabric a stress-test. The blonde's heaving chest and massive cleavage easily dwarfed that of the Thompson ladies. She had a cute, round face, and her long hair was held in a ponytail by a casual scrunchie.

A nefarious smile grew on Jonny's face as he circled the two oblivious girls like vultures. But he also felt the stress and aches of today even as a spirit - it might not be wise to dive right in and start again. Instead, Jonny looked at the two doors closest to the living room and noted the girls' names: Tanvi (the Indian) and Paisley (the stacked blonde). There might've been others, too, but Jonny's malaise only grew with each second he spent intangible.

He swiftly returned to his apartment, materializing and grabbing a cold beer from his fridge. Of course, since he just moved in, 'Catherine' was so considerate as to drop off a six-pack when she grabbed his suitcase. The video files still had an hour or so left to transfer.

Jonny kicked back on his own couch and brainstormed. First order of business would be to introduce himself to his neighbors tomorrow. That is, introduce himself properly, like a normal person. Getting a sense for how these people act before they get possessed only heightens Jonny's anticipation, and amplifies the eventual orgasms.

Jonny was especially interested in how Catherine and Michaela would react to him stopping by to introduce himself. Scoping out the college girls upstairs should be fun too - knowing he would eventually ravage Paisley and her huge knockers, and get to know the demurely dressed Tanvi as well.

The punk looking chick would also be interesting to chat up - Jonny got the feeling they might actually get along. Clones are great, but having an actual friend around is something Jonny had missed for several years at a time. Even if she wasn't a 'cohort' of sorts like some of Jonny's past acquaintances, taking part in the debauchery, it'd still be worthwhile. He could always use someone else to share a beer with.

Despite his mind racing, Jonny's exhaustion was even more overpowering. Without realizing it, he was drifting to sleep...