She hadn't gotten down to being a dumb bimbo yet, but Niamh definitely felt like an idiot. She should've known that genies can't be trusted - it was literally the number one rule that Adie had when it came to magic people in lamps and bottles! And now look at the mess it had put her into! She'd be going from her usual airhead self back to being a mindless sex addict - and sure, it'd be really nice in its own way, and Terri would probably still think she was super hot and like her a lot, but she hated being dumb. She always felt like an idiot, all the time, and she was sick of it.
As she was headed to the door, about to step out and go shopping for clothes... something popped into her head. An idea. She [i]did[/i] still have two wishes left... no, no, Anna couldn't be trusted, she had just been thinking about that. Buuuuuut... Adie had sort of locked up all the potions, which meant she didn't have another way to fix herself on hand. The drops might help, but those were just a band-aid on the mental decay, and they got less effective the more you took them. If she was gonna have any hope of not being a total bimbo, she needed some awfully powerful magic... and the most powerful magic on hand was right here in this lamp.
There had to be a way. She just had to be smart about this, while she still had any capacity to be smart. Furrowing her brow, the Irish girl returned to the counter, quickly grabbing another drop and throwing it in her mouth. It wouldn't undo her new natural sluttiness, and her body was still changing, hair getting lighter and clothes getting tighter, but she'd have an extra minute or two where she was still capable of figuring out a plan. Anna clearly wanted people to be dumb bimbos like her, that much was obvious. Maybe she could wish to be the smartest person in the world... no, no, then she'd probably the whole world even dumber than she was. Genies loved wordplay like that.
Oh! Oh oh! She could wish for what being a bimbo was to be redefined... no, wait, that wouldn't work. That'd probably just result in Anna keeping Niamh as some brand new type of person who was exactly like what a bimbo traditionally was, just under a different name. What if she went simple, just wished to be super smart? Well, that might work... but what if Anna interpeted to making her super knowledgeable about sex stuff, but still a bimbo when it came to anything else? No, no, she had to be incredibly specific, not give Anna any wiggle room on this. It was just getting really had to do that, because her mind was still kind of getting a bit dumber, even with the drops. God, it almost made her cry, thinking about being like this forever...
Forever...
That's it! That was perfect! Rushing to make the wish while her mind could still hold the idea, Terri bounced back to the lamp, her large chest jiggling and her nearly-blonde hair falling all around her as she rubbed the golden vessel. Pink smoke spewed out of the lamp's spout, forming itself back into the genie form of Anna - whose tits were even bigger than when she'd granted Niamh's first wish. Somehow, the Irish girl got the feeling that every time she popped up out of that thing, there was going to be extra mass up top. Not that she was complaining, mind - Terri might have been the only girl in her heart right now, but there were a lot of girls in her pussy.
"I, like, know what I want for me second wish!" she shouted, her trademark accent already being infected by a Valley Girl sort of tone. "I totally wish that, like, instead of a bimbo, I was a were-bimbo!"
Anna tipped her head off to one side, pink eyes staring at Niamh. "What the hell is a were-bimbo?!"
"Like, ain't it totally obvious?" She rolled her eyes. "Like a werewolf, but instead of a wolf, a bimbo! So like, instead of turning when the bloody moon is full, I only turn when I get super duper mega ultra horny!" Which might be fairly often, with how Terri made her feel. "And like, if I make somebody cum, they totally become a werebimbo too! But after I orgasm and then calm down, I go back to being, like, me normal slut self!" She grinned. "So there'll totally be bimbos, and I get to be smart when like, I'm not super wet for Terri or stuff!"
The bimbo genie pouted slightly, rolling her eyes and then letting out a small sigh. "Like, I don't know why you wanna be a prude sometimes, but... ugh, I guess I gotta. At least sometimes you'll be fun..." Her eyes lit up. "Oh yeah... yeah, totally!" She grinned and snapped her fingers, granting her mistress' wish... along with one little bonus: making Niamh's breasts, butt, and pussy ridiculously sensitive even when she was a slut. Turning her on would be so easy that she'd have to bend over backwards to not be constantly aroused, and thus constantly teetering on the edge of turning into a bimbo.
Niamh, of course, didn't realize this, as the granting of the wish coincided with her mind finally going, her clothes ripping apart as she completed her first transformation into her werebimbo form. She was hornier than ever right now - perfect time for Anna to do a little bit more trickery. "Like, you're so hot now! You should totally make your last wish while you're so sexy!"
"Oh ye, I totally should!" the now-blonde Irish lass shouted back gleefully as her hands played with her enormous chest. It didn't take more than a second for her to decide what she wanted. "I wish..."