Prepare Amy.

Selina awoke the following morning and bounced her lovely body into the police station, hips swaying and tits jiggling the whole way, for she had found a meat suit to please the master. She sat down in her chair with a smile on her face as she lay the list upon her desk with a name circled in red--the name of Amy Wilkins. "Little MIss Tit Job it is," Selina mused as she inhaled mightily. "MARTINEZ!" she yelled, and soon the fresh-faced young officer appeared in her doorway. "Yes Chief?" he said, eager to serve. "I've got to speak to one of tonight's guests. Get me Amy Wilkins's address, will you?" Martinez smiled. "Wilkins? The one with the big boo--I mean . . . ah . . . the one with the wealthy husband and admirable philanthropic inclination?" he said, trying to cover himself. Selina only laughed. "Yeah, that's the one," she said. Martinez disappeared and within a couple minutes returned with a second sheet of paper. "Here it is," he said as he set it upon his boss's desk, "we pulled her over recently, and the license had the address," he declared proudly. "Well-done, nobly sleuth," Selina commended him with a chuckle. "Need a uniform to go with you chief?" Martinez offered. Selina thought about it. This might get messy, and she didn't have powers like the Master had, so the last thing she wanted was for some mere mortal to see this unfold and blow their cover. "No, I think this requires a personal touch," Selina declared. Martinez left.

Selina left her office and headed for the car. As she rolled through the streets of the bustling city, she made a special effort to hit the pot holes, figuring what was the point in having such wonderful breasts if one did not elicit every possible jiggle and bounce from them. Who could argue really? Soon, however, the streets smoothed out, and the houses grew bigger, to the point of becoming, well, mansions really. Multiple gardeners would tend a single well-kept lawn, and single houses (rather than entire communities) would be gated and complete with their own security guards. "Little Miss Tit Job seems to have married well," Selina remarked. She looked down at her own boobs as the bounced slightly with the drive. "When are you girls going to buy momma a big house?" she said with a laugh.

After a few minutes of driving about the playground of the rich and famous, Selina arrived at what she was quite certain was the right address. She pulled the car down a long driveway and got out, looking up at a palatial house. Beautiful white stone covered the outside, and statues adorned the well-kept yard, giving a sort of classical mood to the place. "Damn," Selina said as she beheld the towering structure. She slowly stepped up to the door and rung the bell. After a few seconds of eating, she could hear movement on the other side. One by one, chains came undone, and locks clicked open, and then the door swung aside, revealing a beautiful woman.

Selina was surprised--the beautiful woman was absolutely not Amy Wilkins. This woman appeared to be about 35. She had beautifully tanned skin, probably indicating Mexican ancestry. She had long black hair cascading down from her head and a pleasant face with a broad smile. Looking at her, Selina beheld a wondrous pair of breasts and a curvy, voluptuous, and yet also toned body. This woman had a nice set of wide, child-bearing hips and probably a beautiful ass perched majestically behind her. "Hola, si, may help you por favor?" the woman asked. Mexican ancestry indeed. "Well I think so," Selina said pleasantly, "I'm looking for Amy Wilkins. Does she live here?" "Oh si . . . yes, ah, Miss Amy in house, please come," the woman said as she guided Selina into the majestic home. Entering the house, Selina looked around. Shiny white marble covered the floor, and voices and footsteps echoed through the cavernous rooms of the giant house. "My name Carmen," the woman said kindly, and Selina introduced herself in return.

As the two walked into the home, a second woman appeared. This one was a curvy blonde looking to be about 40. "Oh . . . you got door," she said, "I--I go back to water plants," she said upon seeing Carmen had things under control. From the sound of her accent, the second woman was likely German. Carmen looked at Selina and began to explain. "That is Lidya . . . ah, she other cleaning lady. Master have many women in the house, many from many different country, different place." Selina nodded, understanding. Carmen soon walked off, presumably to get Amy. Selina waited for a few minutes before the click-clack of shoes could be heard again. Carmen returned, this time with Amy close behind her.

Amy really was beautiful. She was 18 and blonde with a toned body, her belly flat as a board with boobs that could give a gay man the boner of a lifetime. Today, this beautiful package was wrapped up in a tight-fitting outfit that appeared to be spandex, accentuating every beautiful curve. "So, like, I'm Amy. I don't think I know you, but hi," she said as she greeted Selina. Selina's first thought was thank God this woman had boobs worth looking at, 'cause she seemed pretty stupid. Carmen left them both.

"Hello, Miss Wilkins," Selina began, "I wanted to talk to you about the gala tonight, and I thought there might be a place where we could talk in private," she said. Amy looked confused. "The gal--oh yeah!" she said, excited, "the thing! Yeah I bought myself a new dress for that . . . really shows off the girls," she said as she motioned to the mounds on her chest. "Well I'm glad the mighty girls will be well-tended," Selina said with a chuckle, "now if we might speak," she said. Amy ushered her into a bedroom, the one she shared with her aged husband. "I don't think any of the maids are in here, but there is this kinda short, pudgy one from some place weird . . . could be somewhere," Amy said. "I'm sure we're alone," Selina began. Amy turned to look at her. "Well tonight is promising to be a special evening," she started, "and I wanted to make sure you had everything you need--WHAT IS THAT?!!" Selina called out as she pointed to another corner of the room.

Amy turned. "What's wha--" she began, and suddenly Selina took out a stun gun and shot Amy in her beautiful, round ass with it. The buzzing of the electricity singed the air as the buxom blonde shook and convulsed before falling to the ground with a thud, not entirely unlike a vessel reacted during the course of a possession. "Fell for that one . . . dumb bitch," Selina remarked as she put the gun away and beheld the curvy woman passed out cold on the ground. Selina slowly bent down and grunted and pulled the **** Amy to a nearby chair, sweating by the time the job was done. "He couldn't have shoved me inside a body-builder," Selina remarked, "it had to be a middle-aged cougar woman with a slowing metabolism and boobs the size of melons," she said with a chuckle. There Amy sat, her body relaxed and **** as her head hung limply forward, her eyes closed.

Selina tried to put the excitement aside and concentrate. If this part didn't work, it was all a waste. See, a clone has a connection to its maker, and Selina tried to tap into that connection. She needed to now. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. She concentrated. "Master . . . your vessel is ready," she said inside her mind as she reached out to his.

Suddenly, there appeared in the room a puff of black smoke. The adolescent body the Master had inhabited stood in the dark room with the two women. "You rang?" he said. Selina smiled. "I have found your body master," she said excitedly, like a young child showing a parent a new work of art. The master paused and beheld the **** body of Amy Wilkins. He looked back at Selina. Selina waited with baited breath. The master took a deep breath. "She'll do," he declared.

Without another word, the master simply walked over to the sleeping woman and began to sit down, as if on her lap. As he did, his male body began to sink and seep into hers. Amy's body began to shake, convulse and jiggle about as her soul tried to fight off the invading ****, but she was no match for the master. She shaking of her breasts and the **** and gargling within her throat were but futile attempts to maintain control of a body that was no longer hers--one she did not deserve. It has always been meant for another, and it was no clear who. After the struggling stopped, Amy's eyes opened, a faint red glow upon them. She gingerly stood, like a child standing for the first time. She inhaled as much as she could, her boobs expanding and being quite put on display as she did. "They'll never see me coming," declared Amy's puppet of a body, the master's voice coming out.