Ashley's eyes watched, the rest of her body refusing to respond to her mental commands, as Amy slowly, deliberately so, walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. Then, just as Amy brought the glasses up to her face, she lowered them again, deliberately taking as long as possible to wipe off one of the lenses. It was only after Ashley's eyes darted back to John that, in one swift motion, Amy slipped on the glasses.
Amy immediately went limp, her body slumping over in the chair. Ashley, by contrast, jumped slightly, her eyes crossing as her upper lip twitched ever so slightly. Then, suddenly, Ashley's body perked forward before taking a deep breath, her eyes as wide as saucers as they darted wildly around the room.
"...Ashley? Or Amy?" John asked, squinting as his finger hovered over the button that would release the catsuit-clad woman from its frozen state.
"Amy." Ashley's body answered, before pursing its lips together, deep in thought. "359." She finally said, after a moment of hesitation. Immediately thereafter, John pressed the button, allowing Amy to move her borrowed body at last. "That was today's code, right?"
"No, yesterday's. But... I doubt Ashley would've, or could've, guessed the passcode regardless." John sighed, his eyes glued to Amy as she thoroughly "explored" her borrowed form through the catsuit. "Anything odd? The delay you theorized, is that present?"
"...Hmmm... I wouldn't say 'odd', necessarily." Amy answered after a few moments of silent contemplation. "It's more... more of everything, in a way. My senses are all heightened, for starters. For example, I can smell you clearly from here, as if I was a bloodhound."
"And?" John asked, growing slightly self-conscious regarding his lack of a shower that morning.
"I feel... energized. My... Ashley's muscles are begging for a workout." Amy continued, flexing her MILF-y body as if Ashley was secretly an Olympic weightlifter. "Ashley... her mind is... comparable to an open book. Any memory of hers, any thought or shred of personality... I can take it with ease. And..." Amy trailed off, her borrowed face reddening as she bit her borrowed lip. "...I'm not sure if it's due to the heightened senses, Ashley's body as a whole, or... a side-effect of the process, but... I'm rather..." Amy struggled to say, before letting out a long sigh. "...I'm horny, to put it simply. Every movement, I can feel this body crying out, aching for attention in... certain areas."
"...Interesting." John muttered, his own arousal growing. "Amy... I suppose now is as good a time as any to demonstrate this." John said, his eyes dancing across the remote before he suddenly pressed a button on it.
"Demonstrate-" Amy managed to ask before, in an instant, the fabric of the catsuit recoiled like a retreating tape measure back into its case. A moment later, Ashley's body stood nude, save for a black choker around the neck, where the entirety of the fabric had fled towards. "-What?" Amy finished, not even realizing what had happened until the final syllable had left her borrowed lips, at which point she started to cover herself with her hands, until John froze her once more.
"A catsuit is... rather conspicuous. Thus, I allowed them to change into other pieces of attire." John explained as he walked towards Amy/Ashley, a satisfied grin on his face. Unable to do much of anything, Amy was forced to watch as John calmly bent down and stuck two fingers between her borrowed thighs, rubbing them against her borrowed, slick womanhood and earning an involuntary huff of pleasure. "Would this be one the areas that's 'aching for attention', by chance?" John cooed, pulling his wet fingers out and staring at them for quite a while.
"That... would be correct. Ashley's memories show that... she wasn't always as sensitive, easily aroused, or... 'needy' as I am while 'piloting' her." Amy answered, her heart racing as John brought his fingers to his lips and slowly licked them clean before, suddenly, he froze, his eyes widening.
"Ahh. I... I didn't realize..." John mumbled, turning bright red as he stood up straight, his face overcome with embarrassment. "I... I thought of it as merely science, to confirm that that part of the body was being stimulated, I didn't stop to think that... I... I apologize."
"I... I accept your apology. So long as... you don't leave me like this." Amy grumbled, her borrowed face beet red. John loudly cleared his throat at that and promptly un-froze Amy's borrowed body once more, only to gulp as Amy let out a sigh and looked at him with a needy glint in her borrowed eyes. "...I didn't mean leave me frozen, John. I meant... leaving me so... unsatisfied and wanting more." Amy said, her borrowed voice hardly louder than a whisper, as she slowly spread her borrowed legs to present the slick slit John's actions had left wanting for so much more...
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