Leah/Jonny starts her work day

Jonny walked out of the bathroom and looked about the station as people ran to and fro. “Well I hope you don’t mind having me in here, Leah,” Jonny said in a nod to his host body, “because at the moment it seems we’re stuck with each other.” As Jonny crawled around inside Leah’s mind, he could tell that one of the reasons she had been sent to her present assignment was that the station was facing a backlog of cases, and the recent increase in the crime wave (occasioned largely by Jonny’s own actions) did not help matters. “To the evidence room it is,” Jonny said as he walked Leah’s body in the direction of the dusty, cavernous room below the police station. He felt more confined than ever as he maneuvered his borrowed meat suit down the halls. Each step down the long flights of stairs brought a familiar jiggle in his chest has his jello-like boobs strained against the tight police uniform, but Jonny felt an unease in these sensations. Lena had been right—this body did seem a bit more like home to him, but that in itself was a cause for concern. After all, bodies were usually a tool to Jonny, and Jack’s pre-pubescent meat suit was the first one Jonny had intended to stay in for any length of time . . . now the Leah woman’s personality would slowly take over and leave him a prisoner in the very skin he’d **** his way into as a means to an end.

The possessed woman reached the bottom of the stairs. Spider webs and dim lighting filled the room as she reached for the creaky handle of a rusty metal door and **** it open. Stepping into the next room was a new experience. It was like a giant warehouse below the police station—it was in the basement and so easy to miss. A makeshift sign upon which was written “Evidence Lock-Up” hung loosely from the high ceiling. “Nothing but the best eh Salina?” Jonny asked with a smile to his body’s absent boss. He shuffled through the dusty, expansive room past metal shelves filled with various things. It was all evidence from past crimes, most of it neatly bound up inside plastic bags. There were guns, bullets, clothes, old circuit boards, labels that read “prosecution” on them.

Jonny walked sexily (there was no other way for a woman with a body like Leah’s to walk) through the dusty room as he searched his host’s mind for details of the case with which he should begin. “At least I’ve still got powers while I’m trapped in this body . . . maybe they’ll do me some good currying favor with the boss while I catch bad guys,” Jonny mused. Suddenly, something with a bit of a shine caught Jonny’s eye. He turned and moved in closer to the gleaming thing. “Pretty . . .” he said as he started at the mirror that had given off a faint glow.

Jonny looked into the mirror. “Pretty . . . “ he said again, his voice trailing off like that of someone too mesmerized to think clearly. It was as though the mirror had some kind of hold on him, or on Leah, or both. As Jonny stared into the mirror, its contents began to swirl. A purple swirling smoke became evident, and then it began to take a shape. Jonny stared intensely into the vast swirling mass inside the mirror. The smoke congealed and solidified, and it formed the shape of a human face. “Wha . . “ Jonny said as he stared, transfixed. The smoke solidified a bit more, and suddenly Jonny recognized the face. It was Lena’s! There was the middle-aged, beautiful face of the witch who had trapped him in Leah’s body! She smiled seductively at him, her eyes glowing purple as her jet-black hair with thin streaks of pure white bounced about on her head.

“Time for lesson one, Jonny!” Lena said deviously as she simply snapped her fingers. Suddenly, Jonny clasped his hands over his host’s belly as it gave a loud growl. Leah’s body just didn’t feel right at the moment. He held his hands up and ran them over her face, noticing that she was wet—sweat had begun to run down her body. His knees felt shaky, wobbly. “What’s ha—ha—happening?” Jonny demanded as his host body seemed to rebel against him. Jonny looked down at his form, a look of panic on his face. His legs trembled mightily. Jonny held his hands up just as they began to tremble too.

Jonny dropped roughly to his knees, Leah Brady’s ample breasts jiggling roughly as he did. Sweat poured down his face. His vessel began to convulse and shake more violently, and tiny wisps of black smoke could be seen creeping out of Leah’s mouth. “No no no!” Jonny gurgled as the smoke came more reliably. It was as though Jonny’s essence were being pulled from inside Leah’s body—yanked out of it. With one final yank, a mass of smoke flew out of Leah’s mouth and into the swirling mass of magic contained in the mirror Jonny had been looking entranced into. Leah’s curvaceous body slumped roughly to the ground as Jonny swirled into the void of the mirror.

Jonny felt as his swirling and writhing essence was pulled through the ether. He fell and kicked and yelled and screamed, to the extent a swirling mass of smoke was capable of any of those. The environment Jonny fell into and through was a vast expanse of magic and mysticism. Clouds of beautiful, powerful, flowing magical energy flew past Jonny’s consciousness as he tumbled like Alice down the rabbit hole.

After a few minutes of this, Jonny’s surroundings became far more familiar as he tumbled toward a vast expanse of green far below, but this time through what looked like a normal blue sky. Gone were the swirling masses of magic—except for Jonny himself, of course. Jonny spiraled toward the green earth like a comet, his smoky form writhing about in sheer terror—and it’s hard to frighten a demon.