Emily sat on a chair next to her sleeping beauty and thought about her next move.
“Emmy...” Yui whispered in her sleep.
Emily winced, before holding the girls hand.
She’d turned Yui into a bimbo as a last ditch effort; she’d been so entranced with her that the only way she could possibly think of to make her think clearly was to turn the girl into a hapless, horny bimbo.
Of course, that hadn’t worked - Emily’s love for her sweet Yui was still there, and now an immense amount of guilt had filled her. She’d turned a bright, beautiful woman into a stupid bimbo.
“I... I have to do something.” Emily said.
She left her beautiful lover, who was truly sleeping for the first time in days, and filmed a video...
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Several hours later, Yui woke up.
“Like, wow! I feel, like, so much betterer and stuff! *giggle* Like, what’s this?” Yui said, picking up a note.
“Like... go... to... li... libree... library!” Yui said, finally figuring out the big word.
“Like, okay!” She said to no one in particular, skipping through the halls of the mansion.
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Once Yui got there, there was a large chair in the middle of the room. The chair was facing a projector which draped over a large wall of books.
“Guess I should, like, sit down?” Yui said.
She sat in the comfy arm chair.
Suddenly, the projector started.
Yui moaned as she heard that familiar buzzing noise. She immediately began touching herself.
“Yui... you’re not a bimbo!” Yui heard.
It was Emily! Her Goddess! She was masturbating. This was the best video yet! Yui moaned as soon as Emily started.
Yui couldn’t respond aside from continuing to touch herself. The voices started creeping deep into her mind.
“Yui, you’re intelligent.”
“Even though you’re slutty, you aren’t stupid.”
“You love Emily as more than just as your mistress.”
The voices started to loop as Yui began to orgasm, each sentence rewriting her mind once more. Her IQ began to rise once again.
As Yui continued masturbating, it slowly rose and rose, stopping at 160 - higher than her original IQ and about on par with Emily’s.
The video stopped. As Yui continued to orgasm, her entire body shook and began to change once again.
Yui’s hair turned back to its original midnight black, though it help its thickness; the style changed from pigtails to a more natural swept back look, reaching her huge ass.
Her eyes gained back their intelligence, no longer glazed over.
Her lips became slightly less puffy, the sparkling pink returning to blood red. Likewise, the makeup on her face was still heavy, but not quite as much so.
Her nails remained the same length - though they changed colors, from bright pink to a deep emerald green. She still had her perfectly manicured pointer and middle fingers to fuck and masturbate with.
Yui’s clothes changed from the obnoxious pink they’d been to a midnight black to match her hair, as did her heels hidden in the other room.
As Yui finished cumming, her thoughts came back to her, though she longer felt any of the cloudiness she’d had for the last day or so. However, she couldn’t remember being a bimbo.
“Yui? Sweetie, are you okay?” Emily said, running over to her.
“...Emmy?” Yui said weakly. Her voice was no longer so high pitched.
“Yes baby! Emmy’s here. It’s okay.” Emily said, hugging the girl. She loved the way Yui called her Emmy.
Emily looked into the girl’s eyes, just as beautiful as they had been before she’d been turned into a bimbo. Emily kissed Yui, who happily returned the favor.
Emily finally broke the kiss.
“Yui... I have to tell you something. I love you, Yui. The reason I’ve never taken a wife... I’ve never felt this way about any of my girls before. I’ve never wanted to share my power. That’s what being married to me means, Yui. You’d be a living Goddess, just as I... oh, I’m horrible at this. Yui, will you marry me?” Emily said.
“Emmy... I... of course I will!” Yui exclaimed, hugging Emily back.
Emily started crying tears of joy.
“Oh, baby... you don’t know how happy you’re making me!” Emily said.
“You’re making me just as happy, Emmy!” Yui said.