Susan was a brilliant mind. She graduated top of her class from college and went on to join one of the top research science teams in the country. Her expertise was in neurons and the brain. She was working on a way to stimulate and de-stimulate the neurons at will.
Patrick was not a scientist. He was a writer. A creative type. He met Susan at a bar and fell for her passion. They moved in together quickly.
Patrick wasn't jealous of Susan's smarts. He always thought of her brain as a gift and one that she should use. But he did worry sometimes. That she would always be too smart for him.
Susan didn't see it that way though. She thought he balanced her pensive nature with fascinating discussions about morality and the like.
He didn't know this, but Susan had made a breakthrough on a device that could give her a 'brain break' as she called it. Her goal was to make something to help those with overwhelming anxiety and overthinking. She could even help her own painful migraines and excess worrying. She wanted to build a device that could edit the brain.
She was working in her lab late one night. She'd figured out long math and had decided it was time to run a test. The device was simple enough. As long as the target was wearing two devices that connected through the brain, the remote would work. She designed a few incognito versions. A baseball cap, a pair of glasses like her own, and a cute set of earrings.
She tried on the earrings and set the device to test. She built it with a dial that could increase or decrease brain function and a timer that would automatically reset the brain after a set amount of time. She pressed the button and waited expectantly to receive new intelligence. But nothing happened. No sound of electrons firing. The remote began smoking. Something was missing. Some part she didn't have. A part that humanity just may not have invented yet.
She decided to do research and see if there was anyone on the scientist forums that had come up with a device that could reach into the brain. She spent hours looking before getting a call from Patrick.
"Hello?" she responded.
"Hey Suzie, are you coming home soon? I have cold leftovers ready to be reheated."
"Sorry, I lost track of time. I'll wrap up and head that way."
"Sounds like a disappointing day at the lab."
"It's okay, I just need a special device that I'm not sure anyone has heard of. I've asked every college lab and some in different countries."
"Have you tried to dark web?" he offered.
"Well, no. But I guess it couldn't hurt. Thanks. I'll be home soon."
She hung up and started looking for a way into the dark side of the internet. She was smart enough to find her way around and eventually came across a selection of unique websites. She put in the parameters for the type of device she was looking for. Most of the places only sold weapons and drugs, but when she was about to give up she came upon a site called 'Celestia's Wares and Watsits'. She clicked it and found a huge catalogue of oddities. If she wasn't so clearly focussed on her own goal, she would've explored much more. She clicked through until she came upon a receiver that sends signals to the brain. It was small enough to fit into her device. She placed her order right away.
She got up bright and early the next morning to get straight to work.
"What's the big rush?" Patrick asked.
"Big day. I ordered a part for my new device. Thanks to your advice, I found exactly what I needed. And it shipped really fast."
"Happy I could help, but don't you want to slow down a little bit. I love how important your work is to you, but I'd love to spend some time. Just us."
"I know, Pat. It's just, this is for that. I know it's hard to understand. But the harder I work now, the closer we are to being able to just lounge together. No anxiety. No worries. Just us. I'm doing this to be closer to you."
"Gosh, I don't understand what you mean, but I like listening to you talk. You always amaze me, you know that? Go have fun. Do your life changing work. I support you. Just please grab a protein bar or a banana on your way out. It's harder to remind you when you're at the lab all day."
She kissed him on the forehead and left excitedly. He was such a great supporter of her work. Not only would her device help people and change lives, it would be a gift for him.
She ran into her lab and found a small box waiting for her. It was labelled, Celestia's Wares and Watsits. Thank you for your purchase! She tore it open and found two transceivers waiting for her.
She got to work. She pulled apart the wiring of her original device and attached the new electronics into the remote. Then she rewired the earrings and set them to work.
She didn't have many people lining up to be test subjects so she figured she would start with herself.
She placed the earrings into her ears. They whirred lightly. She set the remote to 5% smarter and set the dial to 10 minutes. She clicked the button.
Her brain tingled. She felt the intensity in her head. Suddenly, she was aware of the room. New thoughts stood out to her. Improvements she could make to the remote.
But with the added intelligence came the extra anxiety. She was smarter, but her head hurt just a bit more. She would have to test the effects more.
She spent most of the afternoon running minor tests on improved intelligence. She spent a half hour with a 10% increase. She spent an hour with 20%. She even reached 30%. She felt incredibly capable. Complex equations came easily to her. She had done it. She made a brain altering device. Now was the ultimate test.
Her dial timer dinged signaling the end of her major brain improvement. She felt her awareness slip away just enough for her to notice. She was her usual smart self. Now, what if she could flip the percentage?
She'd start small. 5% dumber. She set the charges and the dial for 5 minutes. She clicked the button.
The machine zapped her head. It was shocking at first, but then... pleasant. Certain complex thoughts seemed to melt out of view. Complex math that filled her head eased quieter. Not just that but also her worries and stressors faded into obscurity. It was peaceful, those five minutes of less awareness.
When the dial dinged, her thoughts returned to clarity.
"Wow, just 5% and I already feel calmer. Taking a brain break like that could be majorly helpful to overworked scientists, those with mental health disorders, or just people needing a minute or two of peace in their day. Now, for the penultimate test. Let's see what Patrick thinks."
She packed up her device and went home.
Patrick heard the door open much earlier than expected. If Susan was on a roll, he wouldn't usually expect her back until 10pm.
"Is that you, Suzie?"
"Hi! Yes, it's me," she said as she walked into the living room holding a box with parts in it.
"Bringing work home again? Does that mean you want foot rubs while you work? Because I'm happy to make that happen."
"Actually, I was hoping you'd help me run some tests on the new device I just finished."
"Really? Are you going to experiment on me? Like a guinea pig?"
"No. I'm testing this experiment on myself," she said as she pulled the remote out. "Today, you're the scientist. I need you to take notes for me."
"Okaaay, why can't you take notes?" he asked nervously.
"Because this experiment will shut down my awareness. My synapses are being blocked for the sake of mental destimulation. I will be purely inept and incapable of running my own experiment for the duration of the test."
Patrick looked at her blankly.
"I can't be the test subject and the person taking notes at the same time," she cleared up.
"Right, that makes sense. What sort of things should I be looking out for?"
"Good question," she continued as she prepped the device. "Changes in speech pattern. Attention span. Ask me questions. Watch what I do. Write down any changes from the norm."
"Should we start with a baseline? Then I ask those same questions every ten minutes or so?"
"Wow, that's perfect. You're such a scientist," she complimented.
"Osmosis, you know. If that's the right term. Alright, let's start easy. What's your name?"
"Susan Stone."
"How old are you?"
"28."
"What's your occupation?"
"I'm a research scientist with a specialty in neural pathway induction."
"What's your favorite hobby?"
"Working out theorems in the lab."
"That's not a hobby, that's your job."
"Working out theorems at home."
"Fine. What's your favorite color?"
"White."
"And what's your favorite thing about me?" he asked mischievously.
She smiled. "I like how you push me to be better than I was the day before."
"And your favorite thing about yourself?"
"My passion and efforts in improving humanity."
"Alright, I wrote those down. Now, this test, it's not dangerous right?"
She put the earrings in her ears.
"I've done preliminary tests that went great. But if something should go wrong, the timer will reset me. There should be no long term effects."
"Alright. Sounds good."
She shook off her nerves. This was a big moment.
"Here goes nothing."
She set the number at 20% for 30 minutes. She clicked the button.
The energy decrease hit her like a wave. Her big brain felt like it was melting. As if she was hit with instant laughing gas just to her thoughts.
"How will I know it's working?" Patrick asked.
"Oh, it's working."
"What does it feel like?"
"Like my head is foggy. But not in a painful way. It just feels less full."
"So this device, it calms your head? Did you make this for your anxiety?"
"Sort of, yeah. It decreases brain power. I'm going down 20% right now."
"Wow, that's incredible."
He looked carefully at her. Something was amiss. Her normally short cut hair was... growing? It was nearly to her shoulders.
"What is it?" she looked at him intently.
As she blinked, color flooded into her dark brown eyes. They lightened enormously. The grew brighter and brighter with each blink of her eyelashes. An intense pink glow emitted from her eyes until they themselves were startlingly pink.
"Are there any physical side effects to the device?"
"Not that I found. Why? What's going on?" she asked. She wasn't too worried. After all, she designed it.
"Your eyes. They're pink!"
"Pink. No way. Really?"
She walked over to the mirror and found bright pink eyes staring back at her. Her hair also tickled the back of her neck as it spread out around her.
"So, there are side effects?"
"I guess so. That's so funny. Pink eyes? Who would've guessed?"
"So, we should turn it off then?" Patrick asked.
He was right of course. Unintended side effects meant that she should work on the device. But then she'd have to stop the test. And she didn't want to. It felt so good.
"Not yet. The scientific method says we should press on. After all, no matter what happens, I'll go back to myself when the timer goes off."
"Right, that makes sense. So, the questions then?"
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea."
She rubbed her chest as she sat down. She was feeling extra sensitive all around her body and she couldn't place why. If her intelligence hadn't been dwindled, she would assume that her body was responding to her decreased brain function by increasing her libido heavily. But she didn't.
"What's your name?"
"Susan."
"How old are you?"
"28."
"What's your occupation?"
"I'm a scientist who specializes in brain editing."
"What's your favorite hobby?"
"Doing math usually."
He noticed the minor change in answers and kept going.
"What's your favorite color?"
"White. But I also like red."
"What's your favorite thing about me?"
"I like how helpful you are. You always want to help me. I feel very cared about by you."
"Aw, that's nice. And what's your favorite thing about yourself?"
"I like how hard I work to do good for others."
"Okay, a little different. But still seems like you."
"This is nice. Spending time with you. I feel like I can finally relax."
Patrick was thrilled to hear that. The machine must be continuing to work. He looked at Susan carefully. He couldn't exactly place it, but her features looked more defined. Her cheekbones looked sharper. Her nose was kind of cuter. Her eyebrows looked thin. He knew she didn't usually spend much time doing makeup, but she had seemingly done some today. Maybe she just seemed different because of her pink irises. Or maybe it was the platinum blonde streaks in her hair.
He jumped up.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Your hair color, it's changing."
She pulled a length of hair in front of her eyes. Sure enough, she had light strands of hair mixed in with her brown.
"I suppose the follicles are directly closest to the cerebral cortex. When my head changed, maybe they did too. This could prove the link between brunettes and blondes having different intelligences."
"Wow."
"What?" she asked. He had seemed worried before, but she wasn't sure now.
"I just... it's nice. Cute. Pretty really."
Susan blushed. Patrick wasn't really one for compliments. She figured it was because she wasn't usually projecting her womanhood. But she liked the way it felt. To be liked. To even maybe be adored.
"My timer is almost up. Maybe we should push the test further," she noticed as blonde streaks dominated her hair. They spread like fire until she was more blonde than brown.
"Are you sure? I just know I'm not smart enough for this. And if you make yourself less so, who will be able to run the experiment?"
For some reason, that struck Susan. She was usually confident in her experiments. Why should this one be different?
"I'd like to keep going. This is an important test. And all you need to do is let the timer run out. Simple as that. Nothing can go wrong."
"If you say so."
He took her in. Her small frame seemed more taught. Defined curves were practically added to her body. It was startling. And beautiful. The blonde nearly encapsulated her whole head. She was intensely looking back at him.
"What's the matter?" she asked coyly.
"Nothing," he blushed. "I'm just taking in the variables. Are you ready to set the device higher?"
She nodded. This was her experiment. She would need to push it farther. She turned the dial instinctually. She didn't even really watch it too carefully.
"50 percent? Isn't that a little high? I'm not sure..."
"50? Did I set it at 50? Oh well, it'll be good for the experiment. And the timer is set for another half hour so no matter what, I'll be myself again by then."
"If you say so."
He trusted her implicitly. She was brilliant and had good instincts. Her devotion to science awed him. If this experiment was his chance to help her and be a part of something this important to her, he would be all in.
Susan felt her head shift as the dial turned. The lightness that she had felt earlier was comparable to being tipsy from a couple bottles of alcohol. She wasn't perfectly aware of her surroundings, but she still was herself. She had a capable brain. But this wave hit her much more. Like she had multiple shots of hard liquor and the tipsiness was hitting her all at once.
She tilted her head back and forth. Her hair felt full and fluffy. The soft waves of blonde fell from one side to the other as she got used to the lightness of her head. She barely retained any brown color under the white-ish platinum that overtook her head.
As she played with understanding the new feeling, her intelligence dropped further, passing 30 percent. Her eyesight began to blur with the added changes. Was the device affecting other parts of her? She took off her glasses and placed them on a side table.
"Susan? Are you okay? You should describe how you feel. For the experiment."
He was a bit worried but trusted her.
"Mmmmm, it feels fuzzy. I can understand what's going on, but I definitely have less awareness. I think I'm decreasing past a college level. I might even be at high schooler intelligence. And it's not slowing."
"Yeah, the dial says you're almost at 40 percent intelligence decrease."
"There's something else..." she said calmly. She figured she should be nervous, but she wasn't worried. The lack of anxiety felt nurturing and kept her serene. Even when her chest began to grow, she didn't fret. She just accepted it.
"What's going on? Your chest... it's growing."
"So it is," she agreed as she watched fat surge into her formally meek B cups. They grew like orbs filling with water. Her boobs were fattening right in front of her eyes. And she wasn't worried. They spread into her shirt and made her v-neck a lot deeper. They had felt sore and sensitive earlier. Was that a precursor? Had she invented a device that improved physique as well as mental efficacy?
"Why is this happening?" Patrick asked. He watched as more and more cleavage revealed itself on her chest. Her mounds were shiny and taught as fresh skin was unveiled with every inch of growth. She had to have D cups easily.
"I guess it's an effect of the mental changes. Perhaps evolution balances for lack of intelligence with improved mammary glands. Not that women with big boobs aren't smart. It's just that everyone has an evolutionary value. And now that I'm not as smart, maybe my body is reacting. Trying to make me useful in the eyes of instinctual survival."
"I guess that makes sense," Patrick added. His girlfriend was looking increasingly different. Her face was still the same shape, skinny and narrow. He could still recognize her. But with the addition of nearly completely blonde hair and the unavoidable elephants in the room, he wasn't sure who he was looking at.
"Hey, it's okay. I know it's nerve wracking. Good science is supposed to be a little scary. But I feel fine. Good. Great even. My worries have majorly decreased. And the timer will go off soon. Besides, is this really that bad? Tell me honestly that you've never thought about me with bigger breasts."
Patrick reddenned.
"I may have," he admitted.
"You can touch them. For science," she enticed.
He reached him hands out and lightly groped her round chest. It felt soft and warm.
Susan closed her eyes at the rush of feeling hitting her brain. She even felt a small trickle of cum drip from her womanhood. Her breasts felt insanely sensitive. She bit her lip and moaned.
Patrick pulled his hands back.
"Should we continue with the test?" he asked.
Susan was disappointed. She was doing this for him. He should enjoy it.
"Sure, that sounds good," she said mournfully.
"Let's do the questions. What's your name?"
"Susan."
"How old are you?"
"28."
"What's your occupation?"
"I'm a scientist who works on the brain."
"What's your favorite hobby?"
"I like math I guess. Oh and long walks. With the breeze in my hair. Those are nice."
"I didn't know that," he added.
"I guess I've always had priorities," she responded. The final changes before the timer would go off were setting in. Her hair fully lightened and became light and soft all around. Her face responded quickly. Makeup adorned every perfect feature as she became even cuter in all the minor ways. Her cheeks softened and reddened with blush. Her eyelashes grew long and gained dark mascara. Her face practically shrunk from intense beauty to gorgeous adorableness that could not be ignored. Her lips were the last thing to change as they plumped slightly giving her a pout that adorned itself with shiny lip gloss that begged to be kissed.
"What's your favorite color?"
She awoke from her stupor.
"What was that?"
"What's your favorite color?" he repeated.
"I like red. But sunset red. It's very beautiful."
"Okay then. What's your favorite thing about me?"
"I like how much you care about me. I wish you wouldn't worry so much though. I want to make you feel cared about back. That's all."
He choked up a bit. Maybe he could be chill about all this after all. Anyway, the timer would go off soon. What's a couple more minutes of cute and slightly less smart?
"And what's your favorite thing about yourself?" he asked with a soft smile.
She looked down at the remote.
"That I would do whatever it takes for you to be happy."
She reached down and twisted the dial before Patrick could do anything to stop her.
"Wait, what are you...? Oh no."
Intense feeling shot through her brain. It felt like electricity that just turned everything off. Every working brain section was fighting back but one by one, her head was getting dimmer.
She groaned as her body reacted to the changes. She bit down on her puffy lips. Her head was getting lighter while her body got heavier. Her hefty boobs adjusted further as layers of fat launched into her formally medium sized chest.
Patrick couldn't help but stare in awe as his girlfriend inflated like an air mattress. She had grabbed her chest with her arms and held her mounds aloft. Her moans were getting louder.
She opened her eyes and stared out vacantly. Her formerly thoughtful look was becoming more and more empty.
Meanwhile, her chest heaved into massive territory. It felt supple and heavy but also wildly sensitive. Her two orbs pushed into the sides of her lab coat until they were wider than her shoulders and longer than her head. They pulled her shirt so thin that the seems ripped. It was barely hanging on. They were at least the size of large watermelons and they weren't slowing down.
"Suzie? Are you okay?" he asked while holding her by the shoulders.
She looked up at him as her eyes focussed.
"Hi baby. Yes, I'm okay. It feels so free. No more heavy thoughts weighing me down. Just heavy boobs," she laughed.
Patrick couldn't help himself. The situation was so ridiculous. He laughed back. He looked down at the remote.
"You're going to get pretty dumb here soon. You set the dial to 90 percent. It's already climbing past 50. Any farther and you'd be a zombie. Luckily the timer will run out soon. But I'm taking this away from you," he said as he put the remote in his back pocket.
"Aw, that's sad. But I get it. I'm gonna be not as smart as a middle schooler soon. I can't be trusted with fancy technology. Now you're the smarty pants in our relationship. How does it feel?"
He had to admit, it felt good to be the smart one for once. Susan was always talking about things he couldn't understand. Now he got to be on the other end. The way he looked at Susan when she talked about complex theorems was how she was looking at him now. Pure admiration.
"You're very silly, you know that? Doing something that reckless. Luckily you built in safety features, because I'm not smart enough to fix you."
She pouted with her full lips.
"Fix me? I'm happy like this. And I know you like it. I've never been hotter. And now you can be the smart one, and I can relax. It's perfect. I'm, like, much better like this."
Patrick was concerned about her change in attitude. She was at least becoming much more bold. And he was having trouble resisting her temptations. She was definitely moving her shoulders on purpose to make her breasts jiggle. And those eyes. They were staring so affectionately at him.
"How about we do the questions? For science."
"Hm, fine. If we have to. But I expect rewards after."
'Rewards?' he thought. He grabbed the notepad.
"Okay tell me your name."
"Suzie."
"Your real name."
"You call me Suzie, and I like that. It's easier," she crossed her arms under her heaving breast in defiance.
"Fine, how old are you?"
"Let's see. I was 27 last year. So I'm 28 this year. Next year I'll be 29."
"Good job. And what's your occupation?"
"I wear a lab coat and do science. But that's so boring. I think I'd make a much better model, don't you think?"
He knew it was just the device talking. After all, it was nearing 70 percent. But he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She loved science. He hoped she would love it afterwards. And that it wasn't his fault if she didn't.
"What's your favorite hobby?"
"I like going out. To the mall. To a fancy restaurant. Going on dates with you is my favorite. Especially the after part," she said as she leaned forward to show off her breasts.
He gulped and continued. "What's your favorite color?"
"Red. And pink. Like my pretty eyes. Don't you think they're pretty?" she cooed.
"Yes, they're beautiful. But focus, we have to get through this. What's your favorite thing about me?"
"I like how you look at me when I'm all big and sexy. And I like your muscles. And your lips."
"What's your favorite thing about yourself?"
"My boobs probably. They feel so good. Here, you should touch them."
"Suzie, please. It's not right to do that to you when you're in this state. It's like taking advantage of you when you're drunk."
'What was wrong with him? Wasn't this what he wanted? More them time? She was so sexy and pretty. He should take advantage of her,' she thought.
"Fine, but don't expect me not to enjoy this while I have it."
She began tearing off her shirt. The already ripped seams tore easily. She pulled fabric apart like it was nothing.
"What are you doing?"
Then she pulled her pants down. It was getting harder because of her growing rear. She hadn't noticed it before, but her ass, hips, and thighs had grown huge giving her a wide and round backside. She wrenched her pants off, taking no notice of the tears that had formed in them as well due to her growing posterior.
She unveiled herself in all her glory. Her blonde hair continued to cascade down her back like a bright platinum blanket. Her breasts sat on her chest like air bags, bigger than basketballs, and her hips held her aloft with the pounds of muscle and flesh that overlapped in the creases where her vagina sat crunched between her thighs. It was dripping with need.
"If you won't help me, then I'll help myself."
She massaged her breasts. Tit flesh squeezed between her fingers. She looked Patrick in the eyes while she played with herself. She reached a hand into her wet underwear that was little more than a thong wedged in her backside.
"Please, Suzie..."
"Mmmm, it feels so good. I'm still growing. I'm, like, so big. And I want you."
She groaned as her ass ballooned outwards further. Her underwear ripped right off her bountiful booty. It expanded with fat. Her ass cheeks rounded fully until her butt was a shelf standing nearly two feet from her body. She bent over in reaction. She couldn't hold it in.
"Ah fuck. It's so good. I'm so curvy. I'm only gonna get sexier. How long do you think you can resist me, baby?" she flirted.
Her chest was barely contained by her growing boobs, but it was nothing compared to the monumental ass that was released from under her labcoat.
She stared hungrily at Patrick.
"Please, baby. It's okay. I want you to fuck my brains out. They're already almost gone. I'm, like, so silly. And I'm aching for you," she said as she sashayed over to him.
"I don't know..."
His thoughts betrayed him. He couldn't think straight. Suzie was just too sexy. Her ass was wider than she was. And it wasn't exactly slowing. Not to mention her boobs on full display.
"It's okay, baby. Touch me. Play with me. I want you to do it. I need you. My brain is so empty so it's filled with sexy thoughts. My only purpose is to have sex. And I need it. Now."
"Tell you what, one more round of questions, then I'll reward you."
"Mmmm, I won't last much longer, but fine. Go."
"What's your name?"
"Suzie."
"And how old are you?"
"I'm not old. I'm young and so hawt," she said as she played with her mounds. The sensitivity was building like an explosion.
"What's your occupation? Er, job."
"My job is to pleasure you. To fuck you. But you won't let me."
He was nervous but excited. She was off the rails dumb and horny. The device read 80 percent and was still climbing.
"What's your favorite hobby?"
"Sex," she said. She got up and began walking over to Patrick. She was done waiting.
Her breasts heaved with her intensity. They doubled in size, escaping their bounds easily. They were far past F cups and had nearly transitioned from G to H. They shook the room as she walked. Every step caused them to bounce. He yearned to touch them. To kiss them. To squeeze them. They sat like boulders attached to her chest.
She barely paid them any mind. She just wanted him. She licked her lips with desire.
He read faster. "What's your favorite color?"
"Pink, like my pussy."
She wasn't giving Patrick a moment to think much less write down her answers.
"What's your favorite thing about me?" he asked.
She clambered on top of him and undid his pants.
"Your big cock. I love it."
She pulled his pants down and then his underwear. He had a full hard on for the last hour. It was no surprise when it popped out fully erect in the air. She sat her gigantic meat bags around his penis.
Suzie smiled and bit her lip. She opened her mouth and enclosed Patrick's dick between her lips. She went down on it like it was the tastiest thing she'd ever eaten.
"What's your, uh, favorite, mmm, thing... fuck, mmm, shit."
She sucked his dick like it was the purest crack she could get. She licked every corner of it. She glucked and choked on his engorged member.
"Mm, I'm close," he groaned.
"Hold it, I need you."
She pulled her massive body up and sat herself down right on Patrick's erect penis. She bounced her enormous ass up and down while her boobs bounced on her belly. She shook the room with her vigor. Flesh slapped against flesh as she fucked him. His dick entered and left her over and over again.
"Fuck, oh, oh, oh, fuck baby, fuck, like, shit, nhg, nhg, nhg, nhg, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, EH, EH, EH, EH, EH, SHIT, FUCK ME, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, OH, FUCK," she screamed.
She was nearing completion. She was already so wet and horny, it wouldn't be hard. But she wouldn't come until he did. She pushed herself up with her mighty thighs and fell with a crash.
Her words were reduced to noises of pleasure and pain. She couldn't process anything except for the feeling of getting railed.
With a huge slam, Patrick felt his cock release. He couldn't hold it any more. Suzie was too sexy. He unleashed his load right into her throbbing pussy. He yelled in satisfaction.
Suzie felt his jizz fly into her. She released her tension and came violently. She crashed her body into Patrick's and sat like a doll on his body while she was filled with his cum.
Then Patrick heard a crack.
"What was that?" he asked.
"That was so good. You're so, like, hawt. Let's fuck again."
Patrick reached into his back pocket to find the remote cracked. The dial stopped turning. It was at 100 percent. It must've gotten hit during their movements. The screen showed Suzie's dilapidated brainpower getting ever smaller.
"Um, like, baby. Why am I still growing?"
Patrick looked over to see Suzie growing huge. Her ass was getting bigger than her. It was the size of a bean bag and it wasn't stopping. It sat like a backdrop behind her. Her boobs heaved on her chest. Soon, she was going to be a fleshy fuck-doll. He wasn't sure she'd even be able to form sentences. And the timer wasn't going to change her back because it was broken.
"AH, FUCK, SO GOOD, FUCK, MM, BABY, MM, CAN'T, THINK!"
Patrick barely got out from under Suzie's growing form. He grabbed the remote and got to the table where Suzie's supplies and blueprints were still sitting. If he worked fast, maybe he could stop her from becoming an incoherent blob.
She grew rounder behind him like some absurd sex giant.
He got out a screwdriver and opened the back of the device. He rewired some wired. He taped the cracks. He screwed the dial back in place. He didn't have time to read the instructions. He turned the dial back to 0 and hoped.
It took some time for Patrick and Suzie to get used to their new way of being. The device had worked... sort of.
Suzie was back to her usual smartness. But it came in waves. She had smart days and dumb days. She couldn't communicate her thoughts, but she was still inventing and creating. She hoped to one day remember how to adjust the device again, but it seemed out of her reach. She wasn't too worried about it though.
As for her physical form, she needed her glasses again. But they didn't do much to hide her blatantly pink irises. Her face was also noticeably sexy and cute, with full cheeks and plump lips. And her hair had a mixture of blonde and brunette that she became affectionate for as a metaphor for her current situation.
As for her body, her breasts got reasonably smaller. They didn't take up her whole torso anymore, but they were still an effort for her. After all, E cups are no joke. They didn't make her work easier, especially with how sensitive they still were.
The biggest change was her attitude. She was smart as she had been before, but she didn't put any time into projects she didn't care about. Instead she put a lot of time into Patrick. She needed constant sex to keep her body satiated. She had trouble finishing work because she would need a release so bad that her brain couldn't focus on anything except dick. She drooled at her work station. She dripped on her clothes. It took a lot of time out of her day, so she spent most days working from home. That way she could get her fill and then go back to work.
She hadn't told Patrick that she had figured out how to reduce the sexual desire weeks ago. But she didn't feel the need to. After all, she was still testing her theories.