As Hayley lay uncomfortabley on her makeshift bed, she began to wonder, again, about what Jake was doing...all alone...with her body.
Oh, man. I know I decided to trust him, but if I couldnt refrain, then why in the world would I expect him to be able to?
"Well, technically, I am in his body, and therefore subject to his hormones. And females do have more self-control than males."
Yeah, but he still has his own mind. He might not get horney as easily, but you know he wants to-
"I need to check on him!" she blurted. She slapped his hand over his mouth and listened for a few seconds to see if anyone heard. Satisfied that no one did, she rushed over to Jake's communicator.
She was about to push the button to call him, but she stopped herself.
Better not call him directly. I'll use the anti-theft feature.
She pushed the correct button combination and then spoke into the communicator.
"Hayley. One way. Password, tempest."
Jake's communicator beeped once, and then her own communicator began feeding audio and video to Jake's, but to anyone looking at her own communicator, it appeared to be off.
The picture was briefly confusing, but then she realized that it was sideways. She turned his device 90 degrees for an upright view.
She could tell it was her room. There was her bed with her on it...
Jake's eyes widened and his mouth dropped. She was beside herself.
"That little perv!" She forced herself to speak quietly. "On my bed...," she could not bring herself to say the word, "doing... THAT!"
She began pacing back and forth, looking up and down from the screen as she spoke.
"Oh, I am so going to kill him. How dare he take advantage of my body like that. I've half a mind to go over there right now and..."
She began to remember that she was in Jake's body.
"and..."
And you did the same thing.
She grunted out a frustrated breath.
"Ooooh, I want to hurt him so bad," she said. She glanced at the mirror, to see Jake's face, and then she watched Jake punch himself in the jaw.
"Ow," which she felt, of course.
She looked back down at the screen. She let out another frustrated breath, but this time because she was torn between not wanting to watch and feeling compelled to know what exactly he was doing with her body.
Her pacing gradually slowed and she sat down on the edge of Jake's bed.
When she was finally quiet, she was able to hear the faint sounds of breathing and winces of pleasure in her own voice.
She watched her own left hand squeeze her breast and pinch and pull her nipple while her right hand furiously rubbed between her legs.
She then saw herself turn over onto her stomach and raise her butt into the air. She was taken aback by what she felt was an undignified position, and she did not approve.
"I would never do that", she protested, but she continued to watch.
The camera angle was diagonal, and the screen was small, but she could make out her own vagina, and could just barely see the fingers of her right hand shooting in and out of view as they stroked.
Her left hand suddenly whipped into view and those fingers dive-bombed her vagina from the topped. She was a little shocked, again.
Curiously, her left hand moved up a little higher on her raised ass and her fingers stroked her crack.
"Oh, maaan," she whined, disapprovingly. "Don't do-"
Her train of thought was cut off at the sight of those fingers suddenly curling in.
"What the...?"
Is he doing what I think he's doing?
She waited a moment to make sure, and then her fears were confirmed.
"Ohhhh, no! Don't do that! Oh, you disgusting... That's not sanitary!"
She was appalled at the site of her fingertip shallowly poking in and out of her anus.
At least he's not going deep.
As she continued watching, quietly, she noticed that the sounds of pleasure were increasing. Soon she saw her hips begin to rolled back and forth repeatedly.
She pulled her finger out of her anus as she fell to her left side and then scooted back into place laying on her back.
Her hips bobbed up and down in time with the increased moans, whines and breathing.
Wow. I've never been that... enthusiastic about it.
Suddenly, she saw and heard what was obviously an explosive orgasm, and to her shame and disappointment, one more powerful than she'd ever had herself.
She watched her body eventually collapse and could see her breasts heave up and down with deep breaths. After about 15 seconds, her left hand moved to her head and she heard her own voice speak.
"Oh man. That was awesome," Jake said with heavy breath.
Yeah, that was pretty awesome.
"I don't miss my dick anymore," he added.
"What?" Hayley exclaimed. She stood up from Jake's bed. "No, no, no. You don't get to have more fun with my body than I do and then start thinking that you want to keep it."
Hayley pushed the normal call button on the communicator and whisper-shouted into it as loudly as she dared.
"Jake! Jake!"
He did not hear her. She growled in frustration and shouted a little louder.
"Jake!"
She watched her head pop up in surprise and confusion. Jake looked directly at the communicator and then let out a small yelp before rolling quickly accross the bed and off the side to hide, which only annoyed Hayley further.
"Jake, you pervy idiot, I know you're there! I've been watching you!"
A few seconds later, she saw her head pop up over top of the mattress.
"What?" Jake asked in shock.
"Get over here!"
Jake paniced and clamoured to find something to cover Hayley's naked body. He finally grabbed one of the throw pillows that was on the floor and held it close, but he still remained behind the bed.
"I didn't do anything. I wasn't doing anything. I can't answer the phone, right now. I'm not wearing any make-up."
"Oh, I don't believe this," she said quietly to herself. "Jake, get your butt over here or I'll shoot you," she bluffed, hoping it would work in his illogical state of mind.
After a few seconds, Jake replied. "Okay, I'm coming out. Don't shoot."
Hayley saw herself creeping towards the communicator hiding behind a pillow.
"I'm sorry I made you naked, Hayley. Please don't kill me. I didn't even know the wrist communicators could shoot."
"They can't," Hayley scolded.
"What?" Jake asked, confused.
"Shut up and listen to me. We obviously can't trust each other alone with each other's bodies. Get dressed and meet me back at Troop Headquarters."
"Yes, ma'am. Wait. What?" Jake's tone changed mid-sentence. What do mean 'we'?"
"Oh. Crap," Hayley whispered to herself. She just lost the upper hand.
"You mean you were doing something with my body," Jake asked with a smile.
"Focus, Jake. We need to get back to HQ," she said, trying to redirect his attention.
"No. I wanna know what you were doing."
"Jaaake!"
"Were you spanking my monkey?" he asked almost giddily. "Are you naked right now too? Let me see."
Hayley exhaled an annoyed, growly breath and turned off the communicator.
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The following is a summary of what Chapter 4 would have been.
Hayley and Jake both go to HQ. Felix is there, still trying to figure out the cube.
Felix finds out what they both did, and is jealous of Jake, but Hayley really wants a solution.
Felix reveals that while he had been searching though Troop Grid, at some point in the past, he discovered a classified and heavily encrypted file (which he hacked) about snarks.
Only troop leaders are allowed to know about the snarks' ability to implant false memories. Because Felix understood the implications of this fact, he decided to just pretend that he never found it, but he thinks that this situation is serious enough to warrant actually using that snark abilitiy.
Felix really wants to see Hayley nude, and with some persuasion and the fact that none of them will remember it the next day anyway, Hayley begrudgingly agrees to let Jake show Felix her body.
(feel free to add whatever else you like to that scenario)
When all the fun is over, Felix lets out the snark and explains to it how much memory it should erase and what false memories it should implant.
All three of them get super snarked, Hayley and Jake go "home" thinking there was some false alarm regarding Felix's progress, then the episode picks up the next day.
I'd cover more bases in the chapter, but that's the basic run-down.