He immediately thought he should try to change Monica back to her brainier younger self. Colin pulled up Monica's screen. There it was displayed, the details of her accidental change including its duration of 20 years. He tried to revert the change. At first, the Chronivac seemed to process his order, but then an error message appeared. "Error. Data corruption detected. No changes until data is restored. Attempting to restore data." A loading bar appeared. The bar was stuck at 0%. He patiently waited for the bar to move. After waiting for a while, it was still at 0%. He browsed his computer for a while. Then when he looked back at the loading bar it still hadn't moved. It was disappointing. He had thought he had managed to completely fix the Chronivac, but that didn't seem to be the case. At least there was some hope they didn't have to wait the full 20 years to restore Monica.
His grumbling at the computer chair was interrupted as his dorm door was gleefully thrown open.
"Colin!" Monica chirped.
The bimbo rushed up to him. Her tight top could barely contain her breasts as she ran towards him. Her skirt didn't cover much either. The small black shirt left almost half of her ass-cheeks bare. She sat down at his lap, brushing her ass at his crotch.
"Work is done. Dancing is very fun, but now very tired." She chattered away. "You know Jessie? She's a meanie. She said that I not dance good. Then Abby said that Jessie is jealous. Like Jessie is so jealous. Like she not have big boobies and butt like me."
She kept idly gossiping about the petty drama of the strip club. He didn't really care much about all that vapid babble. Instead, he paid attention the body sitting on his lap. He could smell the aroma of her sweat. She was still slightly glistening from all the dancing she'd just done. He reached out and felt her up as she chatted. He ran is hand around her waist. He touched her stomach which slightly spilled over her skirt. She had a buxom hourglass figure, but with her added age she couldn't completely remove all her stomach pooch. He liked it. It gave him just one more thing to grab and fondle.
"Mhm. Colin." She moaned as his hands dug into her mature body. "Feel so good. Keep touching me."
Colin complied and started undressing her. He slid her skirt down with one continuous movement. He continued by undoing the button holding her top together. With nothing constraining them, her boobs sprung forward. Then they they settled, slightly sagging down her torso. All left was a thong barely covering her nether regions. The small fabric was visibly damp. He removed it, revealing her pussy, making her completely naked. She eagerly gestured towards her wet crotch. It was clear what she wanted
He heatedly trusted into her. The movements causing the entirety of her to shake. Her hips rippled with every trust. Her boobs violently jiggled up and down. Her faint wrinkles became visible on her face as it shifted into various expressions of pleasure.
She climaxed. Again and again, womanly screams filled his small dorm, probably disturbing people on the other side of his thin walls. With her achieving orgasm after orgasm, He relaxed himself, allowing himself release. Both of them shuddered as he filled her up.
Monica laid down completely exhausted. She breathed heavily, causing her chest to heave up and down. He looked at her. After sating his lust, she wasn't all that interesting. Current Monica was just good for showing off her body and sex. Trying to hold a proper conversation with her was an exercise in frustration. It would have been unbearable watching over this bumbling idiot if he couldn't regularly enjoy her lewd body.
Colin missed the friendship he had had with Monica. When Monica had initially slightly reduced her intelligence, he still felt he had a connection with her, but after the accident occurred, not so much.