Jonny swirled his expensive champagne glass as he spied on Zoey's unwitting bridesmaids from the manor balcony. He recalled the clone from the front desk receptionist, feeling it return into his being, as he concentrated on the crowd below. Zoey's friends were all lookers, and Jonny would make his way inside each and every one of them this weekend; the question was who to start with?
Of the three ladies chatting by the fountain, Jonny was most familiar with Lynette. She unknowingly held the record for most quickies with Jonny in the chemistry closet. It never took long for the clones controlling her to make Jonny cum all over whatever cute ensemble she wore that day. Her voice was the bubbly, sing-song type and Jonny loved twisting it into lustful cries and moans with his powers.
Yeah, he knew what he was gonna get and yeah, her ass was fat, but Jonny wanted something new. He had some seriously swanky digs for the weekend and felt like more of a king than he already did. Why start by revisiting an old host when there were so many new ones at his fingertips?
Emily's slim figure struck Jonny as more of a cocktail party host. He loved piloting around a pretty young thing like her, but when he got privacy (which he usually found) he enjoyed taking advantage of hosts with big assets more than hosts without.
So naturally Tara was his choice. Jonny definitely needed to have his way with Zoey's ridiculous rack tonight, and this Indian woman looked like a perfect appetizer. Though all three of the bridesmaids out there were wearing sundresses and sunhats, Tara's dress caught Jonny's eye the most.
Well, the dress looked pretty standard, bearing a cute blue and white polka-dotted pattern. He was more interested in the figure it was hugging; her breasts seemed to distend the fabric near her chest, looking deliciously massive, and he was enthralled by those thick thighs disappearing under the dress's hem, and her cute flats...
He could go on and on, but he noticed that the women by the fountain appeared to be mobilizing. "Tara it is." She would be a perfect Trojan horse; Zoey would never suspect her best friend from childhood got hijacked by a perverted old classmate. Jonny finished up his champagne, dropping the glass as it shattered on the balcony floor as the serial body-snatcher briefly ducked back into his room to de-materialize.
Quickly catching up to the bridesmaids as a spirit as they left the fountain area, Jonny slowed down, prowling behind Tara. Neither her nor Lynette nor Emily knew that her body was about to be stolen - and they wouldn't know after the fact, either. He considered a seamless entrance, but he wanted to take some risks and have wild fun this weekend. So, Jonny swooped under the hem of Tara's sundress and shot himself upwards, right between her legs and into her cunt through her panties.
Emily and Lynette were walking as normal, when Tara suddenly staggered behind them with a startled yelp.
"Tara, what happened? Are you alright?" Emily asked her former roommate, relieved to see she was still standing.
"Oh, it's nothing." Tara flashed her a disarming smile. "The path is just really uneven here..."
"You're telling me." Lynette sighed. "You made the right call with those flats. This cobblestone sucks!"
The three shared a lighthearted laugh, as Emily and Lynette turned forward again to resume walking. Tara followed from behind, and after her pretty head darted around to ensure nobody was watching, she took two meaty handfuls of her breasts through her dress. Jonny's raunchy grin was plastered on Tara's face. Her brain was now his, and he had become Tara Inani right under the nose of her 'friends'.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been walking around with this thick little body under my watch." Jonny teasingly said to himself, rubbing the insides of Tara's thighs as he walked. Currently, the three of them were going to meet with Zoey and the other bridesmaids for a late lunch at a ridiculously expensive Greek restaurant. He was content to stay nice and cozy with his fat Desi titties for the moment, but still wanted to plan ahead as to how quickly he wanted to spread his tendrils through Zoey and her bridesmaids.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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