A janitor walks by with a ring of keys--the perfect body to go anywhere he wants

Jonny entered the hospital again as the air conditioner blew down intensely upon him and the smell of rubbing **** and disinfectants of all kinds assaulted his nostrils. Jonny beheld the squeaky-clean innards of the hospital--white tile floors, off-white walls, a reception desk staffed by two plump octogenarians with pleasant smiles, and a gift shop filled with get well cards and trinkets for one's bedside table, and all of that was just right in the door. "The one good thing about being a demon is that any time one of my bodies expires I can just find another . . . better than being stuck in a place like this," Jonny thought to himself. Jonny walked in the direction of the reception desk and glanced about, not sure where he wanted to go. A plaque on the wall revealed the locations of certain major locations in the hospital. The maternity ward was the top floor, and next down was the psych ward. There was also a trauma unit, and a few other places.

"Can we help ya sonny?" came a question from one of the elderly receptionists. Jonny looked toward the old man with a smile. He was probably well into his eighties, and he plopped an overweight body comfortably upon a cushioned chair as he looked up through thick glasses. He wore a hat that read, in big gold letters, "Korean War: 1950-53."

"Um, I'm not sure what I'm looking for," Jonny began as he looked around to try to get his bearings. Then, he saw something that caught his eyes, or rather someone. The woman Jonny saw was one Alice Bowers--a 53-year-old janitor who strolled through the halls of the hospital with the confidence of a general atop a striding horse. Janitorial work was perhaps not the most prestigious work, but Alice worked very hard at it and had been doing so for thirty-five years. She knew every nook and cranny of this hospital, could fix anything, and was rarely surprised by even the most unusual patients; indeed, she'd seen it all.

Alice was not a particularly womanly woman, nor was she refined or a classic beauty of any sort. In fact, she stood at only about five feet four inches tall and was approximately 250 pounds. She had somewhat dull brown hair and pale skin with blotches of rosy red in a couple places. Her frame was rather rotund; her boobs stuck out before her and jiggled as she stepped, as did a big belly and a set of big, meaty thighs. This woman's entire body was, today at least, contained in a blue one-piece suit, such as the one a mechanic might wear. The suit was stained with a couple splotches of grease, and a small patch near the woman's right boob announced her name--"Alice B."

"Found what I need . . . thanks," Jonny said as he looked at the old man at the reception desk and set of in the direction of the plump waitress as she waddled toward parts unknown. Jonny walked quietly in the direction of his target, dodging a few other people in the hall as he traversed the shiny tile. Alice then turned to the right and opened a door, stepping into another room. Jonny walked up to the same door and beheld a plaque. "Maintenance Closet" it said. Jonny slowly opened the door and poked his head in. What he saw was a messy, cluttered room with dingy floors and ugly green tile walls. The room was actually somewhat large, and it extended a fair distance back from the door. The place was filled with a mess of tools, as wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers, and the like littered the work benches along both of the side walls.

A couple greasy pieces of machinery sat upon the messy concrete ground off to the side of the workbenches and right next to the walls. Perhaps they were pieces of a malfunctioning boiler or air compressor or something like that. Jonny stepped gingerly into the room as the plump, grease-covered Alice tinkered with something at the other end of the tool room. As Jonny stepped in, he inadvertently kicked a small box of bolts which Alice had left sitting on the ground.

The small clang of falling metal disturbed the silence of the small room. Suddenly, Alice spun around and looked in the direction of the noise. Her eyes quickly fell upon Jonny, and a look of suspicion crossed her face. "Who are you?" she demanded, "You're not supposed to be in the janitor's closet," she declared as she spun the rest of the way around and face Jonny squarely, though from a distance.

"Ah yeah, yeah that's true, and I am sorry about that," Jonny said. Alice's expression softened a little bit. "Fair play, I'm not supposed to be in the janitor's closet," Jonny conceded, "but, you know what? Truth be told, I'm really far more concerned about being inside the actual janitor," Jonny said as a strange smile crossed his face. Alice's face took on a look of confusion, and she tilted her head a bit.

Without another word, Jonny began bounding across the cluttered room and over the tools and spare parts that littered the floor. As he approached the overweight janitor, Jonny jumped toward her and propelled himself through the air toward the woman as her eyes widened with fear. As Jonny sailed through the air, his vessel began to dissolve into the swirling mass of black smoke and mist that was his natural form. The wispy mass began to **** its way inside the terrified body of the fat woman. Alice Bowers flew against the brick wall as she full intensity of the invading essence hit her. Her plump, awkward body began to shake and writhe and jiggle about as the darkness of the demon enveloped her. She gagged and choked and tried to scream, but to no avail. Her boobs and belly bounced around as she sank limply down the wall and plopped her pudgy ass on to the concrete.

Within a few seconds, all the jerking and jiggling stopped. Alice's body sat in a bit of a heap on the dirty floor of the janitor's closet, the janitor herself forever changed. Her head hung limply downward as her mouth hung open and her eyes were closed. Suddenly, her eyes shot open, and a strange smile crossed her face. Alice began to look around the cluttered, long room. Jonny, now in control of Alice's body, grunted a bit as he got to all fours and prepared to get up. His new body's breasts dangled down in front of her, and Jonny made sure to not said dangling with some pleasure before he moved to stand again.

As Jonny stood, he could tell this body was different. The weight distribution was different. It was one thing to possess a woman who was not built like a toothpick, but this woman was just fat. Her belly shook--her whole body did, really, as Jonny straightened up. Jonny moved his pudgy hands around his rotund body, feeling his new belly, boobs, and eventually a face complete with a double chin and a homely appearance.

"I guess I"m allowed in the janitor's closet now," he said with a smile in a voice that was foreign to him. He began to slowly walk toward the door of the little room, feeling the unusual jiggles of his new meat suit. He reached for a door handle and pulled the door open, stepping again out into the sterile whiteness of the hospital, with a new body and nefarious plans.