It's amazing just how large this things are. My shirt, once loose, is now tight on my chest, squeezing their every curve. The sensation reminds me of those stupid bimbos back in college. The ones who wore their super tiny tank tops over their massive fake tits. I have to admit, I was a bit jealous of the attention they received from the male students and faculty. The way they compensated for their poor intelligence was astounding.
Look down at my own breasts, I cannot help but wonder what it was like to be them as brainless as them. Returning to the app, I bring up the text field and decide to give stupidity a whirl. I find myself a bit stumped. Physical changes are easy, but mental? How do you decrease intelligence? Thinking it over, I decide to just remove a random amount of IQ points and go from there.
"Lose twenty IQ points," I type into the program.
Immediately, my vision blurs as a massive pounding emanates from within my head. I collapse as my brain begins to shrink and contract. It doesn't help that my massive knockers slam into the floor, sending a mix of pleasure and pain that floods my already overwhelmed mind. I lose consciousnesses as blackness overtakes me.
I awake an hour later, groggy as hell. I stand back up and for the time being do not notice any changes. For all I can tell, I'm as smart as ever. Interested in testing out my brain I stumble over to my desktop computer and load up some brain teasers. Simple math questions, really. 3 + 5. 4 x 2. That kind of stuff.
To my utter shock, my brain is unable to solve even these simple things. The multiplication is lost on me and I have to resort to my fingers to add the first one. Worse still, I come to realize the grogginess is not from my unconsciousness; my brain is simply too slow to focus. Living in a daze is what stupid people like me do everyday. At least my vocabulary isn't affected yet.
A beep on my computer grabs my attention. Clicking through the tabs, I realize I left my facebook open. Apparently, one of my friends had uploaded a somewhat racy picture. It's me bent over, with my ass in some tight jeans on full display. Some jerk had made a lewd comment about how he wanted to treat my sweet behind.
Normally, a comment like that would piss me off. This time, oddly, I am filled with a wonderful feeling. Its a bit of pride and a bit of acceptance. My lack of intelligence seems to have made me partial to such lewd comments. It may be wrong but all I can think about it getting more guys to flatter me. Is this how sluts are born?
My dull brain focuses back on my phone. On the one hand, whats left of my intelligent self is telling me to restore my smarts before I make a huge mistake. On the other, I do have that picture I took of myself. Uploading it to facebook would be sure to get me a lot of juicy compliments. Do I feed into my slutty bimbo-esque behavior?
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