Emily

Emily was blissfully unaware of the two bridesmaids and dress fitter being controlled by Jonny's perverted psyche as she stepped behind the curtain.

"Wow, Tara, that dress looks great on you!" Emily said. "You look like a total man-eater right now."

"Thanks, babe." 'Tara' winked, Jonny in control. "Met this guy recently, bit controlling, but my curves drive him cra-zy!" She squeezed her E-cup boobs for emphasis, getting a laugh out of the oblivious Emily.

"My bro's a big fan of curvy ladies." Hayley purred. "No wonder he went for Zoey. Chick's tits are out of this fucking world!" Emily laughed again, but much more tepidly, confused by Hayley's forwardness.

"Anyways, let's get you dressed, darling." Melaine gave a thumbs up to Tara, and all three of the women looked at Emily expectantly. Suddenly, her vision went dark, blacking out as an alien **** asserted its will over her body.

"...We're in, boys." Emily crudely smiled, wiping her pretty blonde hair from her eyes. Jonny had snatched another of Zoey's bridesmaids right under her nose. "You wanted to fuck, Hayley?" She aggressively approached Hayley, planting her hands firmly on the woman's dumptruck ass and eliciting a groan of pleasure.

"Hey, ladies, priorities." Melaine sighed, sharing Jonny's frustration. She haphazardly tossed two expensive dresses in the ladies' sizes at them. Emily and Hayley giggled as they scampered away to the adjacent room. Jonny thought for a second, and felt the world fall out from underneath him as he switched places with the clone in Melaine.

"Only fitting that I'm running this thing from inside this bitch." Jonny said in her mature voice, hefting up Melaine's sagging but massive breasts. "...Damn, you *do* look nice in that dress." The clone now safely tucked up in Tara giddily agreed, feeling up its hapless victim.