Chapter 1

"Everybody on the floor or we'll kill you."

I looked up and saw the shouting person was a classicly dressed super villain in what looked like spandex, but probably was the new Neolastane. It was the latest fashion using nanotube reinforced synthetic fabric. The man threatening everyone in the pharmacy wasn't alone however. There were three more similarly classic dressed villains. They were undoubtedly MORFS survivors with superpowers.

The one who yelled before repeated now spoke directly to me, "I said everyone on the ground. That includes you, Pops."

Now the lowlife was addressing me, Rory O'Brien. I was indeed elderly and retired after working for more than 50 years as an OB/ GYN. But I balked at this lowlife addressing me like that. And even if I wanted to comply, I couldn't. My muscles don't comply well enough anymore. You see, I had contracted Parkinson. I did go through MORFS as one of the earliest patients, and I didn't have any defects after that. But I got poisoned with some manganese and it got me into this condition. Already my muscles were stiff and my left side was trembling out of control sometimes.

I snarled back at the villian, "I can't. I'm not well enough to comply."

The villain looked at me with screwed eyes before turning away to make sure the other people were lying on the floor. I turned my attention to him and the other villains. You see, I didn't get any visible hybrid traits, just some webbed feet and weird skin on my feet. But I did gain a mild telepathic ability. It wasn't that strong, but enough to sometimes read a patient or to comfort someone. Too bad it didn't help me a bit with my marriage. My wife left me after 6 years of marriage, taking our little girl of 5 years old with her.

I tried to read the minds of the perpetrators as they started raiding the drug and medicine cabinets. The skinny one putting bottles into a carrying case was a bit readable. He was just a kid, barely old enough to drink or drive. But I was not able to read any of the others till I got to the girl spraying ice on the stuff that they packed into the carrying case. For some reason I could very easily invade the thoughts of this girl.

As I got into her mind, I instantly knew everything she knew. She wasn't a bright girl, more like a classic blonde. She was very naïve and simple. It turned out that she had been very retarded before MORFS cured her defects. But she hadn't learned much after that, so now she was just ignorant and easily led Maybe that was the reason I could get into her thoughts that easy. But seriously I doubted that. 'My telepathic power isn't that strong.' As I trampled around in her mind, she froze and stood there motionless. The leader of the group, who called himself Lightning as I knew from the girls mind, saw both his female accomplice and my old body frozen up.

He called out, "What the hell are you doing?" Then he shot a huge lightning bolt towards my old body.

I was barely aware of him doing it, but as it impacted I definitely noticed. I felt a gut wrenching agony rip through my body and something snapped. My lights went out as I fell into a dark abyss. The girl got a backlash as well and fell down like a puppet whose strings got cut. My body in the meantime twitched before crumpling into a charred heap.

Lightning laughed cruelly as the old man's body died fast and horribly. He said, "Serves you right, old man." Than he spat on the body.

Slowly I came to, feeling strange and I don't know, distant. I wasn't really in control of my body, but it started looking around all on it's own 'Weird.'. It was then that I got a big shock. There on the floor were charred remains of a body. Not just any body but more accurate, the charred remains of my body. I could clearly identify myself by the clothes and posture. 'But if my body is there, then where the hell am I?' I willed myself to move the body a bit and as I made it glance down I got another big shock. I was inside the girl's body. I didn't get more time at that point to investigate though.

The skinny kid, who called himself Irradiate as I recalled from the girls memory called out, "Watch out, here comes that pesky team of Elementals." Indeed I heard a high whining sound and saw some people dressed in black suits moving our way.

Lightning grabbed my body, I mean my new body and whispered, "Let's get out of here babe." Then to the chubby member of his group, who called himself Vanisher as I recalled from the girl's memory, "Get us out of here before they can do something to us."

I could only watch as a spectator, while Vanisher teleported us away from the pharmacy while the black clad people from the team of Elementals made their way towards where we had been standing.

In a blink of an eye I was inside a poorly lit room, with the other villains. They still thought that I was their team member. But I was not only Pamela Bonner, or as they called me Ice-Bunny, but I was also Rory O'Brien. Somehow I inhabited the body with the simple girl. She wasn't really aware that I was there as well and I made sure that she wasn't too much aware of my being in there with her.

Feeling safe in this room everyone pulled their hoods down and my body did the same. Now I understood why they called me Ice-Bunny. I, or rather Pamela, had gained long white ears like a snow rabbit during her MORFS. I made a mental note to check later for a fluffy white tail on my back side. Pamela's memory reminded me that she had one. I couldn't help thinking, 'Put me in a leotard and I'll fit right in at the Hefner mansion.'

Then I got another shock, something resembling a big ladybug or other beetle scurried into the room. Fortunately Pamela was in control of the body or I would have made myself conspicuous. Everyone else thought that it was perfectly all right to have such a hideous creature come into the room. I got another shock as the bug, (that really was his codename as I gathered from Pamela's memories), started to talk. With a raspy voice he asked, "So how did it go at the pharmacy? Did you get all we needed?"

Lightning said with an unsteady voice, "Uh, not all boss. There was some trouble, an old geezer was interfering with Ice-bunny. I flash fried him good, but then those elementals from Eclipse started showing up. We had to split, we don't dare go up against them."

Bug snarled, "You should have hurried more. I do applaud that you didn't get yourself caught by those Eclipse SOB's. Now what was this about an old man interfering with Ice-bunny?"

He turned to me, or rather Pamela. I kind of retreated as far as I could inside her mind and with good reason. The bug was a telepath, he broke into her mind with ease. I never had that much power at my disposal. He trampled through Pamela's mind like a bull in a china shop. I managed to evade him though. He never knew I was there.

After he retreated out of Pamela's mind, she complained, "Hey, that hurt. Why'd you do that?"

"Stop yapping, silly twit. There was evidence of someone reading your mind. But if he's toast as Lightning said, then I guess it doesn't matter what he might have found out."

Eclipse team

Blitz knelt down at a charred body on the floor of a pharmacy that had been raided by the gang of elementals they had been chasing for a few weeks now. He called out, "Flutter? Situation?"

From further in the store came the answer, "All clear Blitz. They're gone, as usual. How's that guy?"

"Dead, another victim by the buggers. That makes a total of nine now. Lightning fried this one. According to his ID, his name was Rory O'Brien, a retired OB/ GYN. Did you copy that, base?"

Inside his helmet the base of operations answered that they'd received it. They'd check for the man's next of kin. In the mean time Blitz, Flutter, Echo, Sizzle and Nuke checked the store with the help of the personnel. They'd ascertained that several drugs were missing. Mostly the expensive rare drugs, that would turn out a fortune when sold on the black market.

Pamela Bonner

Pamela retreated to her own room, feeling upset with the treatment she got from the Bug. She questioned herself once more why she ran with this crowd. She did remember that Lightning, or Bryce Lorcell as his real name was, was usually very nice to her. When he touched her in special places, she felt so good and nice. And when they undressed and he got his thick dick inside her, she felt even better. Even thinking of that made her feel good and tingly. She even started to feel wet between her thighs.

Rory O'Brien

I almost gagged at the thoughts Pamela was having. She was so naïve. That Bryce guy just used her as a bimbo to fuck and get his rocks off. And the crew was using her since she was quite dim-witted. She wasn't exactly stupid, but she had never learned all the social skills a girl her age should have. I didn't want to reveal myself yet. Being inside her, as that might tip the Bug to my presence. I had a feeling that he would do his damnest to eradicate me, and not have any regards for Pamela's well being. As a doctor my patient's needs always came first and I regarded Pamela as my patient, though she was carrying me along for a ride.

And what a ride it turned out to be. She was feeling horny and got out of her Neolastane suit. She started to rub her breasts and slowly one hand wandered off southwards. Soon she was inserting a finger into her damp snatch. I felt overwhelmed with the feelings. Though this wasn't really my body, I could feel everything she did and felt. I felt a bit dirty and sort of a peeping tom experiencing it, but the feelings were too good to retreat into her mind and block from my memory. So, instead I felt her inserting another finger into her dripping wet pussy and then she found her clitoris. She started moaning and panting and soon exploded into orgasm. She almost screamed out from pleasure, but held it back just in time. In a short time Pamela brought herself to three fantastic orgasms, well I thought they were fantastic, but she'd had better, I picked up from her stray thoughts.

Finally Pamela felt tired enough to lay down. I waited till she was sound asleep and got the body under my control. I got her body up and walked toward the big mirror on her door. Her thighs were a bit sticky from the secretions after her finger exercises, but I ignored that as best I could. I briefly contemplated taking a shower and cleaning up, but decided against that, as Pamela would wonder how she got clean and wet. She might even wake up during the shower. I examined her body clinically as a doctor would, though it kind of turned me on as well. 'Okay, so I'm not so clinical as I should.'

Her body was trim and fit, and indeed she had a fluffy white little tail on her behind. I looked at everything and then looked around in her room. It was quite empty, with only the bare necessities. Then my eye fell on a picture standing on her nightstand. I went over and looked at it. I gasped in shock, 'What is she doing with a picture of my wife with our little girl?'

As I looked again, it struck me, this wasn't a picture of my wife. The face looked a lot like her, but was just a little different. I realized that this must be Alice, our daughter with her own daughter. I had to sit down, I just realized that I must now be in my own granddaughter's body. 'Well, that explains why I could get into her mind so easily. Her unsophisticated mind, coupled with being of my bloodline, made it easy for me get access to her mind.'

As I was contemplating all this, I felt her starting to wake up. So I lay down as she had done and retreated back into her head. She woke up right after I finished, and got up to go to the bathroom for a quick shower and to take care of other business. After that she drank some water and went back to sleep. I didn't want to tire her body out, so I did the same. If you can call resting your mind only, as sleeping that is.

The next morning I woke up as Pamela rolled out of bed. I stayed in the background and watched her do her normal morning rituals.

She had a breakfast in the small kitchen together with Alan Kittridge. He was called Irradiate, because his power was with radiation. Pamela asked him with a nudge from me, "Why do you hang out with these guys? You're not such a bad guy."

Alan snorted, "When I discovered my powers, I accidentally exposed some people to alpha, beta and gamma radiation. Some of them died because of it. I was arrested for murder one, but the Bug freed me from the cops. I've been here ever since. How about you? You're too much of a nice girl to be here. Why are you here?"

I felt Pamela thinking, 'Why am I here really?' "I like Bryce a lot. I guess I am here because of him."

"You can do a lot better than him," said an exasperated Alan.

"You think so? I'm not that pretty, you know." Said Pamela a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, come on, you're a pretty girl. You shouldn't put yourself down. I also think that you're smarter than you appear to be."

Their conversation was interrupted as Bryce entered the kitchen. "Hey babe," he said as he put his big hand around her waist. He gave her a slobbering kiss on her cheek before looking into the fridge to see what he could have for breakfast.

Pamela was put off by Bryce's behavior, and went back to her room. She got thinking about why she really hung out with this crew. Bryce treated her like a bimbo and she didn't like committing all the crimes for the Bug. The Bug actually scared the hell out of her. He invaded her privacy of her mind too often. She decided to get some fresh air and after dressing in a conservative dress, went out to a nearby park.

I recognized the park, I had been there lots of times myself. So we weren't as far away as I had feared. Once Pamela sat down on a bench watching a pond, I decided to announce myself to her.

Softly I said in our shared head, *Pamela*