Jonny cleans up the loose ends with Selina.

Johnny stood in the silence of the back lot of the police station as the muscular but aging body of his host surveyed the station, a puff of black smoke announcing his arrival. "Just a couple things to tidy up," Jonny mused to himself as he walked toward the door of the place. He reached the doorway and pulled the door open, stepping into the bustle of the police station as officer and his own military men scurried about. Jonny smiled slightly as he looked upon the empire of chaos he had begun to build.

"Excuse me," Jonny said to a pretty young officer seated at a reception desk. The officer looked up, her eyes widening with surprise as she realized who stood before her. "Ah, hello, hello sir," she said, standing quickly to greet her visitor, "what, ah, what can I do for you?" she asked quickly. Jonny looked down at this busty young thing, her boobs wonderfully revealed and barely contained by her tight-fitting uniform. "Well, Officer . . . Wallace," Jonny addressed her after looking at her name tag, "I would like to see your old chief, who I understand has recently arrived.

Officer Wallace suddenly got an odd look on her face. "Um, yes sir, I just got a call from your office indicating that you would be coming, but we did not expect you so quickly I'm sorry to say, but if you'll give me just a moment I'm sure we can help you sir," she said as she sat back down and started furiously punching buttons on her phone. Jonny nodded and stepped aside to wait.

As he waited, he picked up little bits of Officer Wallace's conversation. "Yes, General Ricks wants to see McCarthy. . . . I know but he's here NOW!" she urgently and yet quietly screamed into the phone. Jonny shook his head with delight at the things his borrowed body seemed to be able to do for him. Within a couple minutes, the buxom Officer Wallace called to him. "They're ready for you sir," she said.

"Thank you," Jonny replied as he followed the voluptuous young officer down the hall, looking at her form-fitting outfit as her hips swayed sexily in front of him. The two walked down a long hallway and through a couple set of locked doors, each guarded by two officer or by Ricks's own men or some combination thereof. Eventually, the two reached the final door, this one too guarded by two soldiers. Both saluted the general, and Jonny returned the gesture. "The general has come to see the prisoner," Wallace declared. "Very good, sir," one of the men said as he produced a set of keys and went to work on the door's heavy-duty locking mechanism. "Is there a camera on the prisoner?" Jonny asked the other guard. "Yes sir," the pretty young soldier said. "Turn it off," Jonny commanded.

With that, the first guard opened the door and motioned for Jonny to enter. Jonny stepped into the darkened room and looked around briefly. The whole thing was not very big . . . probably eight feet by ten feet. The place had a somewhat dirty concrete floor and a single lamp hanging from the middle of the ceiling with one dim bulb to illuminate the place. At a single table situated in the middle of the room, there sat the form of Selina, Jonny’s vessel during the carnage he had wrought.

A smile spread across Jonny’s face as he maneuvered the aging body of the general into the room. “Thank you,” he said to the people who had guided him in as one of them closed the heavy metal door and it clanged shut. Jonny sat down on the fairly uncomfortable chair and looked across the table at the shell of a woman before him. Jonny looked upon Selina; the buxom middle-aged woman sat staring blankly ahead as sweat poured down her curvy body. Her breasts rose and fell with each slow, deliberate, robotic breath, her eyes locked forward as she stared at nothing in particular.

“Hey there,” Jonny said. Still, Selina gazed forward into nothing. “How’s the food here, hot stuff?” Jonny asked, chuckling a bit. Jonny’s face took on a look of mock disappointment. “Not feeling too talkative, are you?” he said, looking sad. Suddenly, he smiled. “I know what to do!” he said, we’ll have a a girls’ night!” Jonny exclaimed as he concentrated. Suddenly, long, dark hair began to sprout from his host’s head. Jonny’s aged, wrinkled face changed melted into a darker skin tone as the years washed away. His skin became smooth and beautiful. Farther down, the general’s cut, toned body beefed up, his belly and arms and thighs adding some girth and stretching the limits of his very tight military uniform. Ricks’s hips and ass suddenly flared out, letting forth their delightful, jiggle-prone fullness as the general’s legs took on the same tone as the rest of his body and his by-now-erect member was sucked inside of him. Last but certainly not least, the general (if he could still be called that) felt a tingling in his chest as two globes of wonderful flesh surged forth to form a set of breasts that would make any man hard. Jonny’s now-shredded general uniform disappeared in a puff of black smoke and was instead replaced by a curve-hugging, tight police uniform that showed off his new body’s cleavage.

“Hey there,” Jonny said from a body that was duplicate of Selina’s. Jonny’s reached his middle-aged vessel’s hands up and cupped his impressive chest. “You know the thing about bodies like yours?” Jonny asked. Still, Selina stared forward. “Middle-aged women,” Jonny began, “when women hit middle age their bodies fill out in this way that’s just wonderful,” he mused as he massaged his chest. “Some men think that the greatest thing in the world is a tight, toned body of a 24-year-old, and I see their point, but I tell you lady, if I had a body like yours I’d play with it so often I’d never leave the house.” Jonny looked across the table. Still nothing from Selina. Suddenly, Jonny’s eyes began to glow red as he stood, and he slowly brought his transformed hand up with him. As he did, Selina’s chair floated into the air a few feet and then slowly tipped forward. The buxom woman slid slowly from the chair to a standing position. Jonny then sat the chair slowly back down, a smile crossing his face.

“Oh that’s right . . . I forgot,” he began as he gestured to his voluptuous form, “this body . . . this isn’t what you like, is it?” He paused. “Maybe this will be more your speed. Suddenly, Jonny’s body began to shift and change again. The wonderful globes dangling from his chest deflated; his hips began to collapse in on themselves. His hair was sucked into his head, and his body shed its middle-aged visage. Within a few seconds, there stood before Selina the body of Jack—the first vessel Jonny had possessed so long ago after the Old Man turned him loose.

“Hey sexy,” Jonny said, his male voice one he hadn’t heard in a while, “remember me?” he asked as he began to walk around the table toward the apparently entranced woman. Jonny walked close to her, stepping up behind the waiting, middle-aged woman. “I remember when you first approached me,” Jonny said as he wrapped his arms sexily around Selina from behind. “I kind of made you do it,” he said with a chuckle as he reached his hands up from her belly and firmly grasped her bulging boobs, cupping them in his hands. A moan of pleasure escaped Selina’s lips; though her soul was gone, her bod still worked just fine. “Figured you’d like that,” Jonny said.

Jonny slowly made his way around to Selina’s front. She stood over him, her body being physically taller than his. Selina’s wonderful boobs jutted out from her chest at just barely below Jonny’s eye level. “I like the view,” he said as he put his arms around Selina as if to embrace her. Suddenly, Jonny leapt into the air toward Selina. As he jumped, he wrapped his legs around Selina’s curvy waist and hips and held on. Jonny pulled himself in close and pulled Selina in for a passionate kiss as his dick hardened from its proximity to the beautiful woman’s form. The kiss lasted for a good ten seconds. Jonny broke the kiss and pulled just a couple inches from Selina’s face, is legs still wrapped around her. “I forgot how good you taste,” Jonny said, as his eyes began to glow red. Selina’s did too. “So here’s the thing,” Jonny began, “when the cops come in here to interrogate you, or when the prosecutor does, you’re going to admit to it all. You’re going to tell them that you walked your beautiful ass into that place and did it all your fucking self and that you loved every minute of it. None of these blank stares either . . . act like your old self, got it?” he asked. “Yes Master,” Selina said.

Jonny pulled Selina in for another kiss as his eyes returned to normal. “Good to hear . . . I’ll miss this body of yours,” Jonny said as he unwrapped his legs from the woman and stood again under his own power, “really I will,” he declared as he reached up and drummed playfully on her cleavage. “Too bad you had to be stubborn,” Jonny said as his body shifted back into that of the general.

With that, he headed to the metal door and knocked loudly. An officer came to retrieve him as he left Selina for what would likely be the last time.