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Chapter #5
He swaps more of Gabby's colleagues.
by: Unknown
Gabby was little more than a powerless observer as the Entity ducked into the packed coffee room. There was a a malevolent grin stretched across her face as the Entity scooted over to the espresso machine. He pressed the button to activate the mechanical process but in reality he’d just stood there to survey all of Gabby’s coworkers. Sitting together at a table were Rosa, Aamil and Emmy and Gabby could feel herself vicariously experiencing arousal through the Entity as he scanned them all. Rosa was her usual enigmatic self, sipping her tea quietly with a stern glare in her eyes as Aamil and Emmy debated on the ethics behind dunking biscuits inside drinks.
“...All I’m saying is that there’s a big difference between dunking digestives in tea and dunking bourbouns in lemonade,” Aamil argued. A red vein had begun to throb on his temple, a telltale sign that he was beginning to lose his patience. Emmy giggled and rolled her eyes, blowing her dirty blonde hair out of her face as she chirped in her sweet American accent, “You need to stop being so pessimistic, Aamil! You can’t knock it ‘till you try it!” The argument carried on and it seemed there’d be no resolution to it. An incredulous sigh escaped Gabby’s mouth before the Entity slapped his left palm over it; seems like he hadn’t assumed complete control over her body as he’d originally thought. Oh well. He punched himself in the stomach, feeling Gabby since from inside and temporarily weaken. Truth be told he was getting quite irked by the stupidity of the whole situation as well. He grinned as the gears in his mind started turning, his power clicking on almost instantaneously.
He cheekily groped his stolen breasts before walking over to the table, not bothering to stop the flow of coffee from the machine. He swiftly slid into the seat beside where Rosa was sitting and whispered to the person sitting there, “Sorry to disturb but Mr Lockheed is in urgent need of you in Laboratory 12.” Aamil grumbled as he stood up, placing the mug of tea that’d suddenly appeared in his manicured hands back onto the table. The Entity grinned as he observed Aamil’s new form: in the past few seconds he’d shrunk by a couple inches and, though he now possessed the alluring curves, plump C-cups and bubble butt of a MILF, his dark chocolate face was stuck between his pale new chin and neck and flowing brunette locks. “Whatever. Emmy, this conversation isn’t over,” he said in a surprisingly sultry voice with traces of Italian laced inside.
“Yeah, I might as well go as well,” Rosa said, unable to use her normal tone of monotony with her peppy new vocal chords. She straightened her Armani specs with her dark new digits as she stood up. The Entity giggled as he watched Rosa stop momentarily to pull her boxers out of her crack and scratch an itch on her new equipment. Emmy meanwhile drummed her fingers on the table out of boredom. “Man, they’re no fun,” she moaned in Aamil’s deep tenor. She may not have had any obvious physical changes but the sight of the prominent Adam’s apple on her throat was more than enough amusement for the Entity. He chuckled smugly as he picked up Rosa’s mug and sipped from it with his dainty fingers. All the while he used Gabby’s eyes to foot around the room and assess his next course of action.
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