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A loud shot rang out in Lisa’s home, piercing the relative quiet of the mid-morning. The bullet rocketed through the air and pierced the chest of Angela Donovan, a woman whose life and body were torn from her just an hour or so before. She had planned to go shopping for baby clothes today . . . but no longer. Feeling the sharp, excruciating pain, Jonny staggered back a few steps, his meat suit in shock more than anything else from the shot. He coughed, and blood dripped from Angela’s mouth. He flashed sick and bloody smile in Selina’s direction. “That’s my girl,” he declared just before Angela’s body gave out and dropped limply to the ground with a thud. She lay there, dead.

Selina let forth the most gut-wrenching scream Jonny had ever heard, and that was saying something for a demon. “No no no no no no no no no!” Selina screamed as she held her hands to her head and tried to stop the waterfall of tears streaming out of her. “This isn’t real it’s all fake I’m—wake up! Just got to wake up!” she wailed at the top of her lungs. Still, Angela’s lifeless body just lay there in pure defiance of Selina’s insistence that it was all fake. Her swollen belly protruded into their air. After a minute or two of this, a black, swirling mass of smoke and dust arose from Angela’s body like a person rising from a comfortable sleep. The swirling mass that was Jonny’s ethereal form glided slowly in the direction of Selina, who had stopped to her knees and sobbed more—it was as though she had given up. She’d taken a human life—2 really, and the fact that she was **** to do it made no difference in her mind.

Jonny came to a stop a few feet from the wailing woman. Selina glanced up, her eyes red with tears and hate. “What do you want!?” she screamed at the demon, “You’ve already taken all I have!” The dusty mass seemed almost to chuckle at Selina’s pain. “Not quite,” Jonny thought, and suddenly the writhing dust made a move in the direction of the crying woman. Jonny **** his way into Selina’s open mouth and down her throat. From there, he spread into her belly and throughout the rest of her tired and **** body. From the outside, it looked almost like a vacuum sucking up a billion tiny particles of dust but struggling mightily to cope with the load. Selina’s body shook and shuttered and jiggled as Jonny’s essence filled her yet again. He filled Selina as a drink fills a belly, forcing his way inside until Selina was as full as she could be, until her frame almost struggled to contain the swirling mass of demonic essence that writhed about inside her—as a person who drinks to much water too fast and simply must either stop or burst.

After a few seconds of this spectacle, Selina’s body, now filled to the brim with Jonny inside, stopped. It collapsed forward on to the floor and lay there. Seconds passed, and Selina stirred. Slowly she rose, with Jonny using his new host’s hands to brush displaced hair out of her eyes. He stood slowly, again feeling the familiar weight of her chest and the slight jiggle in her hips and belly. He took a deep breath, his borrowed bosom expanding mightily as he did. Selina’s eyes glowed a familiar red. “Home,” he said, his voice a strange, otherworldly mix of hers and his. Jonny glanced about, seeing that Lisa was still standing limply over by the wall in the room. “Come,” he commanded, as he walked his host into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Jonny reached for the remote and switched on the TV.

The set flickered to life, and immediately red letters “Breaking News” flashed across the screen. The news woman spoke, “The Rangers say Hernandez will be good as new by next wee—I’m sorry, we’re getting some breaking news right now,” she cut herself off, her hand to her earpiece as she reported the news just as her producers gave it to her, “it appears that there has been an explosion at Protean Labs on the outskirts of the city! The these pictures are from a news chopper just now on the scene,” the woman said as the devastation flashed across the screen. Rubble littered the ground, and sirens could be heard in the background as emergency crews of all kinds screamed to the scene. “The explosion happened minutes ago and destroyed the lab, which was filled with highly noxious chemicals that are a danger to anyone who inhales them. Much of that section of town has been leveled, and power is out to much of the rest of the city. Those not affected but currently within the sound of my voice are urged to stay inside for their own health and safety,” the woman said gravely. Jonny smiled. “Authorities have obtained this picture of a woman believed to be Angela Donovan, who is wanted for questioning in connection with these events,” the news reporter said, and across the screen flashed a frame of the pregnant mother while her then-possessed frame smiled into the security camera. “This is for JM,” Donovan announced on the video, forming her hands in the shape of a heart before the frame went dark. “If you have any information of interest to the authorities, please contact the police or FBI immediately, and again we urge residents of our fair city to take good care and stay in their homes if they are anywhere near the blast. This is Ellen Chang, reporting for WTF News,” the reporter concluded, and live footage of the blaze resumed.

The frame was played again and again and then frozen on the side of the screen so that Jonny’s former host could be seen by all and sought. Jonny turned the TV off and stood inside Selina’s body. He glanced over at the lifeless body of Angela Donovan, her blood now staining the floor. “The first responders will be too busy—bedlam out there,” Selina declared, “put her in the car and drive her out to the docks. Toss her in one of the abandoned warehouses or maybe in the water or something. It’ll take time for anyone to find her . . . they don’t even know she’s dead,” Jonny said, directing his commands to Lisa, who just nodded. “I’m going shopping,” Selina said, a smile creeping across her face as she disappeared in a familiar puff of black smoke.

Across town, another puff of black smoke appeared, this one as Jonny arrived at his destination. He stood for a moment and looked around. Not much was in this area—an old industrial park with run-down housing nearby. This place was known to be a fairly active spot for hookers to frequent though. Coming here at night was sure to be a way to get lucky and, if you weren’t careful, also to get crabs and get car-jacked by a less-than-scrupulous lady of the evening. Jonny looked before him at a run-down storefront with some wonders inside. The place was adorned with a partially lit sign: “XXX Costumes!!!” came the flashing fluorescent reminder. See, this place was a sex shop specializing in various toys and costumes catering to various fetishes. If you fantasy was to be spanked by a naughty nurse, there was a costume for that. A sexy teacher who took quite a liking to her students? They had that too. What about a cop with some really creative uses for handcuffs? All inside.

Jonny paused for a moment and concentrated. His curvaceous, borrowed body flashed red for a moment and then stopped. Jonny had used a tiny bit of magic to compose himself. Selina’s messy hair and running make-up and tired, disheveled appearance were suddenly restored to perfection. Selina looked just as beautiful as she had when she picked Jonny up for the gala that had gone so wrong, and she still wore the same form-fitting sexy dress. “That’s better,” she said with a smile as she walked toward the door of the store and stepped in.