Mark laid down, relaxed on the Husna's plushy sofa. He swirled an expensive glass of red wine as the front door slowly opened. Mark's usage of his powers was severe enough to impede his actual body's growth - although he was in his late twenties, he didn't look much older than twenty-one. His gangly, lanky figure was sprawled out as he sipped his stolen wine.
"Hey, sexy." Miftahul greeted the would-be stranger making himself at home on the living room couch. She sashayed towards Mark, her mind overwritten by an imprint of his perverted mind.
Mifta ran her hands from her hijab-covered head, to her massive titties, down her lovely hips and ending with two hungry handfuls of her ass. "She's definitely a good pick for us."
"Obviously." Mark snorted. He rolled his eyes as the demure Muslim girl sat next to him on the sofa. He casually draped an arm around Miftahul's shoulder, which the girl readily accepted.
"She's smart, capable, and got a banging body." Miftahul talked about herself in the third person. She maneuevered a delicate hand to stroke Mark's growing bulge through his jeans, as she set down her backpack from school. "Plenty for us to work with."
"These high-achievers turn me the fuck on." Mark crudely pulled Miftahul onto his lap, the possessed girl giggling as she felt his erection straining against his pants and pressing into her jeans. "Give me some lovin'."
'Mifta' readily obliged, locking lips with Mark as their hands explored each others' bodies.
"There's..." she panted breathily between sloppy kisses. "...plenty of room to go from here." Miftahul described her family (as calmly as she could given the circumstances) for Mark's consideration.
Her father worked at a finance firm in the nearby city about an hours' drive away, and her mother often volunteered at the local mosque and soup kitchens. They were both fairly nondescript in terms of their statures - though certainly not bad-looking. The youngest Husna daughter certainly exceeded her mother in the bust department already. Regardless, Mark may well need to shoot them up with his clones if he wants free reign in Miftahul's body for the next several months.
Mifta also had two older sisters: identical twins currently enrolled in the local community college. Aisha and Tahira both weren't as academically inclined as their younger sibling, but they were lookers in their own right. While Miftahul had a very top-heavy figure, looking like a tits-on-a-stick type of girl, her older sisters had bodies much closer to a model's type. Beneath their hijabs and flowy outfits laid slim bodies with perky breasts, firm asses and legs for days. Though Mifta wouldn't need their approval for anything, Mark found it unlikely that he'd pass up the prospect of sisterly bonding.
"Hey." Mark pulled back, leaving Miftahul with an uncharacteristically breathy, lusty stare directed at him. "She brought her P.E. clothes home, right?"
Mifta gave a silent, swift nod, aware of what Mark was thinking. She slung her backpack over her shoulder as the two of them went to the second floor of the Husna's spacious house... with Mark helping himself to a grope of the girl's derriere.
***
"Serves this stuck-up bitch right." 'Mifta' chuckled as she jacked off Mark's naked member, the home invader sitting comfortably on the girl's plush & expensive-looking bed. She had already discarded her school wear, instead donning her gym uniform... forgoing the associated underwear as she knelt before Mark.
"So then what about this slut's friends?" Mark asked, feeling on top of the world.
"Take a look." Miftahul unlocked her smartphone with a fingerprint scan. She handed it to Mark, then lifted her shirt over his throbbing cock, sandwiching it between her massive brown rack.
Mifta had a fairly reasonable social circle, Mark thought. Several of her closest friends were through her Model U.N. activities.
Caitlin had brunette bangs, and was admittedly on the chubby side - but certainly had the tits to warrant it. She had fairly nerdy, indoorsy interests that lined up a bit with Miftahul's.
Selina was a spunky, assertive & petite Latina. Unafraid to speak her mind and also unafraid to dress freely, something the old Miftahul was uncomfortable with at times but nothing that jeopardized the friendship.
Other friends were just from classes. Maya, a black cheer team member with an athletic, toned body was one standout. Olivia, a dirty blonde white girl that was active in the school's band program was another. With her 'girl next door' type beauty and workable figure, Mark could shape the shy girl into something more his liking.
Above all, though, Mark relished the titjob he was getting from Miftahul Husna in her own bedroom, on an otherwise ordinary Thursday afternoon. Obviously, his clone held sway, as he would soon as well, but he loved the roleplay that came with inhabiting his poor hosts.
His whole body tensed as he blew his load in Mifta's rack, the gyrations of her huge milkers too much for him. The inside of her shirt was stained and some even spurted out through her shirt's collar, soiling her pretty face and a bit of her hijab.
"So fucking haram." Miftahul whispered, licking her lips and enjoying seeing Mark so spent.
Satisfied with his 'initial assessment' of Mifta and physically exhausted, he laid back in her bed. The clone-infused Arab girl eagerly snuggled up next to him, ready to give up her body for Mark to fully possess.
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