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PGAD - Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2022-05-20 20:57:59 +0000 UTC15.
What the fuck do I do? Sara thought miserably.
Ted had dropped her off at home sometime very early Sunday morning. He’d come in for a good-bye fuck, and then taken off, saying he’d call her later. She had taken a very much needed shower and then passed out for the majority of the day. When she’d woken up, it was dark outside. However dumb Sara was now, that hadn’t diminished her decades of instinctive habit – she knew she needed to get ready for work tomorrow, and she knew she needed to change herself back.
As her regular self, Sara had shown some foresight here as well. She’d loaded up the ‘Me’ profile’ and left everything ready for her unintellectual self to easily revert herself back to normal. There was even a sticky note on the tablet that read “Press apply”.
But Sara had underestimated just how unintelligent she would become. Sara first pressed ‘Apply’ on the paper itself, but nothing happened. She pressed it a few more times before realizing her error and peeled off the sticky note, then looked at the screen of the tablet.
Unfortunately, at some point with all of her poking, Sara had somehow switched screens. When she looked all over for the ‘Apply’ button, it was nowhere to be seen. She remembered making and loading profiles and applying them, but exactly <i>how</i> to go about that was a pretty big mystery at the moment.
What am I gonna do? she thought again.
I’m stuck. I’m stuck like this, a hot little blonde bimbo slut.
“Uhhhhhh…” Sara moaned slightly. After all, she had slept all day, and not gotten off at all.
“Fuck, I’m horny,” she said aloud, rubbing herself. “Hard to think when I’m so horny…”
She put the tablet down, opened her bed stand drawer and pulled out a vibrator.
***
“You stupid, fucking whore.”
The morning sun was streaming through the bedroom windows. The vibrator buzzed continuously. Sara moaned and thrashed on the bed.
She was stuck in an endless cycle. Her hormones were raging out of control as usual. She wasn’t presently smart enough to figure out how to restore her intelligence. And she was immensely turned on by the idea of being an incredibly hot dumb blonde slut.
Each time she tried to think her way out, she got horny and distracted and then berated herself for being so dumb, which only turned her on more. And it was, of course, impossible to think of a solution to any of this.
All Sara ended up doing all night was fuck her own brains out and in the intervening time when her arousal was under control, she would tax her limited mental facilities to their maximum, which inevitably failed. And then she berated herself.
“You dumbass bimbo slut,” she had told herself as the sun began to rise. “That’s all you’re good for. That’s all you know how to do. Fuck like a whore.”
Sara had rubbed herself, pinching her hard nipples. “You’re just a useless little fucktoy.”
She grabbed the vibrator and shoved it between her legs, pumping it and out of herself with two hands, humping the bed.
“You stupid, horny bitch,” she moaned as she came again, gushing.
***
Chris scowled as someone knocked on the door of his lab. Why didn’t they just come in? No one gave two shits about him anyway, why pretend like they needed his authority to enter?
He was aware that if whoever it was hadn’t knocked and simply entered, he would’ve been mad at that lack of token respect, too. Chris was just irritable as hell, more so than usual. More than irritability actually, it was more like full on depression.
Life was just so fucking unfair. Had he done some questionable things in his lifetime? Yea, ok, maybe he had. But it wasn’t his fault. If he’d just gotten some recognition at some point in his life... Whether it was just for a decent looking girl to see that he was a nice guy who wouldn’t screw her over… or for some supervisor to see that he was more talented than a simple lab tech. Someone to just give him a shot at something.
But no. He’d be stuck at menial jobs like this for the rest of his life. And at the mercy of the corporate overlords high above him, who did far worse things and would never face consequences for it. And because of his lack of career and financial success, he’d never have success in his personal life either.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Chris thought.
This whole despondent line of thinking was what got into all of this trouble in the first place. Thinking that he had nothing to lose. That others like that Dr. Eckels got greater recognition than they deserved, when really they weren’t any smarter than he was.
When Thomas had approached him to make sure she got a dose of that I-New formula, Chris had only been too eager to do it, thinking he would take Ms. Genius down a peg and make inroads with a Gen-U-Tech executive at the same time. Thomas must have recognized his abilities if he’d come to him in the first place. This would be the beginning of Chris’ ascent within the company.
That wasn’t to say that Chris hadn’t had other, less savory motivations for agreeing to set up Dr. Eckels. If I-New had worked the way it was supposed to, he’d imagined having a totally uninhibited freak on his hands. And while she was a bit older, Dr. Eckels hadn’t been bad looking at all. It was something of a fantasy of his, to take this brilliant, recognized scientist and see her reduced to a being of pure Id
But things hadn’t worked out that way. The explosion Chris had rigged had resulted in two other lab technicians getting killed. And then when Thomas found out that the formula didn’t have any effect on Dr. Eckels, he’d really lost his shit. It had all been for nothing, and all that had come of it was that now Thomas had Chris by the balls, making him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Now, Thomas was at it again, only this time it actually worked with Ms. Davis and Chris had never been in a worse position. Either Thomas or Ms. Davis could bury him in an instant. He was directly culpable for having injected a whole bunch of employees with nanites, including another executive. An executive whom he had screwed a few times already, even before she’d altered her appearance. How weak and pathetic he was, just like in his personal life, hooking up with whoever would settle for him, no matter how unattractive he found them…
All of this had Chris at the breaking point, leaving him especially dejected this morning. With the depression came unflinching clarity and self-insight, forcing him to acknowledge certain realities to himself.
The truth was, Chris knew he was inadequate. Summa Cum Laude of Biotechnology at the top university in the country, he always told himself and others. But it was the top university only in Greek Philosophy. Top private university, not public. With a Biotechnology class size of a dozen.
His ‘nice guys always finish last’ rants were just subterfuge for his inability to go up to a pretty girl and just talk to her.
He hadn’t been overlooked by everyone in his life – it was simply that he was unremarkable. It was a dispiriting thought. Was it just low self-esteem or was he finally acknowledging the truth? It was hard to tell, especially as bleak as he was feeling.
The knocking at the door came again.
“Come in, already,” he snapped loudly.
The door swung open and though this had happened a few times already, he was still caught off guard. Sara Davis walked in, not as her normal self, but as her insanely attractive altered self, bundled up in a long trench coat, arms wrapped around herself. He could tell she was distressed and likely beside herself with arousal again, but something still looked different about her than previously. It was the eyes… there was some strange vacant expression behind them, rather than that sharp, appraising awareness that had made Chris so nervous every other time she’d been here, no matter what she looked like.
“You gotta help me!” she burst out immediately. “I fucked up bad, really bad..!”
“Uh, ok, yea,” Chris stammered, his own current woes temporarily forgotten. Even in spite of the incredulous circumstances of their previous encounters, he’d never seen her this discomposed.
“Can you tell me what’s going on?”
“I can’t change myself back to my normal self,” Ms. Davis half-babbled, still in that frantic way.
“You can’t change yourself..? Well… Did something happen to the tablet? Because I load up an different one –”
“No, no it’s not that. I have the tablet.”
“Oh. Ok…” Chris was at a loss. “Well, then what..?”
There was a brief pause.
“I… I don’t know how to use it.”
“You don’t know how to… What do you mean?” Chris’ brow furrowed but now he thought he might know what was happening. “Yes you do. You’ve already used it before…”
“I know I did… I just can’t… remember how anymore.” The smoking hot, transformed executive flapped her slim, toned arms helplessly, causing her massive bust to bounce enticingly.
“You forgot how to use it..?” Chris could feel his pulse quickening. He felt sure now. He knew what she’d done to herself, though he could scarcely believe it. And he wanted so much to believe it was true, he questioned whether he was deluding himself.
“How is it possible you forgot..?”
“I told you… I fucked up. Bad.
“Really bad,” Ms. Davis added, as if that added anything.
“How, exactly?”
“I, ummm… I used the tablet…” She trailed off, and tried again. “I used it. Used it to…”
Chris waited, heart pounding in his chest, wishing with all his might, and it was only after a moment or two that he realized he was holding his breath. Eventually Ms. Davis got it out, in a small, meek and defeated voice he had never heard from her before.
“I made myself… like… stupid.”
Yes!!!
He nearly shouted it aloud. All the previous thoughts of forlorn depression, of caution and self-preservation instantly went out the window. On hearing those words, a massive erection immediately tented his pants, red-hot blood flooding in, engorging his manhood. This super-hot, super-horny, busty blonde bombshell… now dumb as a box of rocks.
And the absolute hottest thing about it… She’d done it to herself.
Somehow, despite her own significant intelligence, her undeniable success and drive, her big fat bank account… despite it all, Sara Davis had chosen all of this: to turn herself into a sexy, blonde bimbo.
Now, she was here, in his lab. Chris could scarcely believe his luck. As attractive as she was before, just knowing what she’d done to herself made her ten times more so. All he could think about was getting between those long trim thighs and fucking the shit out of this hot, dumb slut.
And apparently, Sara Davis was on the same page. When she’d made the admission, right when she’d said the word “stupid”, her wide, vacant, blue eyes had closed slightly and she shivered. Her thick, plump lips parted, a low moan escaping.
She parted the long coat she was wearing, and Chris saw now that she was only wearing a tight, short black teddy underneath.
“God, I don’t know what to do,” she whimpered. “I’m so dumb and horny…”
She started rubbing herself lewdly, unabashedly in front of him.
“I can fix you,” Chris blurted immediately. His erection was throbbing painfully.
“Really?” Ms. Davis’ sky-blue eyes lit up hopefully, even as she continued masturbating in front of him.
“But not here,” Chris added. “All the stuff I need is back at my apartment.”
“Oh.” The executive frowned for a second, wearing an expression of slight suspicion. But then it was gone just as quickly and a sunny, bright smile broke out on her beautiful, flawless face.
“Ok, let’s go!”
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