Problem Solved

Silence enveloped the dimly lit office, the first rays of sun finally breaking through the window. Dr. Jessica Yuri's body sat in her chair only she was stark naked. Her hand on her head in a state of heavy concentration. Her face not her own but George's as he finished tweaking her memories.

"How's it going in there man?" James asked, unable to help staring at the beautiful naked body in front of him. He didn't know why George hadn't dressed the poor doctor. It would have been the least they could have done after enjoying her body. But he couldn't deny, he enjoyed looking at her sitting in the chair in front of him. He tried not to stare but her naked breasts seemed to be calling out to him.

"Yeah, man just finishing up in here." George said, his eyes still closed. "Man, you really did a number on her dude. There's no way you could have stuck around here after that. She's probably have tried to actually **** your ass." George remarked as he opened his eyes.

"That's why I called you," James admitted.

"Well you should be all set. I was able to block out the whole interaction you two had last night. Mostly because how recent it was but the **** memory is not going to go away anytime soon." George confessed, while groping Jessica's left breast. "You weren't kidding dude. This left one is sensative."

"So wait, she still knows about the ****?" James asked, ignoring George's fondling of the doctor's chest.

"I mean she has a general idea of the experiment form last night but I've completely scambled any shot of her remembering the recipe." George stated bluntly. "Plus, she'll still remember the negative effects it had on Sam. So she's most likely not going to want to pursue it any further."

"Okay I guess that's better than nothing. I think it's time we clean this place up and leave." James suggested, glancing around the messy office.

"You sure man? We could probably get in another quickie."George suggested with a sly grin, still cupping his borrowed chest. "You know, reverse the roles on who's pitching and who's catching."

"No way, man." James firmly rejected the offer. "It's too risky. Jessica needs to be awake and alert in the morning. That's the only way she'll chalk last night up to falling asleep at her desk."

"I suppose you're right," George conceded, releasing Jessica's breast from his grasp. "Would be fun though."

"Dude, just get her dressed while I clean this place up. " James instructed, gesturing toward George.

George sighed heavily but obliged, slipping off the chair and strolling over to the pile of discarded clothing strewn across the office. Jessica's office had seen better days. Her pants lay in a crumpled mess on the floor and tossed aside. Her tank top lay on the corner of the desk, her panties on the floor near James, while her bra hung from one of the bookshelves. George walked over to the bookshelf first, retrieving the bra. Admiring the delicate lacework, he gently placed it over Jessica's arm. Next, he retrieved the panties from the floor, snapping them lightly against his palm. The scent of her arousal lingering on the fabric filled his nostrils, further fueling his excitement. He then collected the tank top from the desk, shaking it lightly to some of it's wrinkles. Finally, he picked up her pants, folding them neatly before placing everything gently on the desk.

"Last chance, man. Get a good look before I have to wrap up this hot little package," George teased, striking a sexy little pose in the doctor's body.

"Well I mean not my last chance if you really were able to fix everything in that pretty little noggin." James mused, taking a brief break from cleaning up the mess they made.

"Don't worry man, the next time the doctor sees you it will be like last night never even happened." George declared confidently, grinning ear to ear. "Now let's get this little lady covered up."

George grabbed Jessica's panties, giving them a good sniff before putting his feet in them and pulling them up snug over his borrowed legs. "Mmmmmm," he murmured, savoring the aroma of her arousal, "she really does smell delicious." Next, he grabbed the black bra by the straps, gently unfolding it and clasping it around his waste. Then with precision he could only have by accessing Jessica's muscle memory, he slipped it up and over his shoulders before taking his time placing each one of his borrowed breasts perfectly inside each cup. Next, he grabbed Jessica's wrinkled tank top from the desk, spreading it open like a curtain, then carefully maneuvering into it. Once he had his borrowed arms properly inserted, he brought the material up and over his head. Lastly, he reached for Jessica's pants and very unceremoniously stepped into each pant leg before pulling them up. Finishing up by zipping up the fly and button, the bodyhopper had completed dressing Jessica. "There, now aren't you glad I took care of this for you?" George joked, his voice echoing through Jessica's mouth.

"Gosh, I'm so grateful." James replied sarcastically, adjusting the last of the office making it look as though nothing had happened. "So now that we're done here, lets go ahead and get out of here."

"Well hold on, you still haven't told me when I get to mount your girlfriend. Sam, right?" George asked as he sat down in Jessica's favorite chair. "I mean, I need some reassurances before I feel comfortable letting this hot body go." George said, motioning to his now fully clothed form.

"Okay first dude, she's not my girlfriend. And second, let me figure that out. I want to at least go on my date with Sam this weekend. We just made plans," James protested.

"Oh nice, a date? Sounds good with me man. You can still totally go on a date with Sam. Just, you know, with me as her designated driver." George grinned wickedly.

"George," James paused. "I'm barely okay with you hopping Sam but at least let me have one date with her before you start playing with her body."

George tilted his head slightly, considering James's proposition. "No can do buddy, either I sit tight in this body or we head over to her place right after this."

"Alight, fine man. Look I'll call Sam and tell her that I wanted to check in on her after last night. She should be fine and we can go over right after we leave here." James relented.

"Fair enough," George agreed. Then with almost no warning, he began to flow out of Jessica's body. As soon as he let go of the mental connection binding him to the doctor, the floodgates opened, and he started to slip away. George felt the warm tide of change sweep over him as he released the physical bonds that tied him to Jessica's body. The transition was seamless as he eased into the emptiness between lives, before flowing out of every single hole Jessica's body possessed. The process was exhilarating as he could sense the familiar rush of freedom as he detached from his host.

As George reformed into himself, James took the time to set Jessica's limp body in a position that looked natural for one falling asleep at their desk. He straightened her posture, placed one arm outstretched on the desk while the other lay underneath her head. He wiggled her glasses back on her face to make it seem like she just dozed off while working. He did his best to treat her with care. It was the least he could do after the incredible pleasure she'd provided him and George. He sure did hope that whatever George had done worked.

"Alight man, lets get out of here" he heard George say from behind him. His bodyhopper friend having reformed and dressed in a surprisingly short amount of time. James gave one last glance at the sleeping award winning research doctor, her face calm despite the turmoil she'd endured. He brushed a few strands of hair out of her lovely face before turning away and disappearing from site.