Practically her whole fifteen-year-old career, Doctor Samantha Morgan had been in pursuit of one thing, and one thing alone. An impossible dream, some had told her, but one she pursued without heed for naysayers: intelligence-preserving bimbofication.
The formula for turning any man or woman in a curvy blond nymph without much going on upstairs had been a closely-guarded secret of the Morgan family for generations. They had sold batches of it in secret, providing quantities to governments and shady organizations that needed to make someone disappear - but none had managed to reverse-engineer the exact chemical process for creation, and knock-offs had invariably resulted in horrific side effects. No, if clandestine groups wanted to bimbofy someone out of the picture, they had to work with the Morgans, and thus the family had maintained its wealth for over a century.
Samantha had always aspired to do more than simply keep up operations. Ever since puberty had left a plain, frazzled, throoughly unimpressive woman in the looks department, her considerable genius had been turned towards finding a way to take advantage of her family's great invention. For so long, she had studied the transformative properties of the formula, the way it encouraged fatty tissue growth and exponentially increased hormone production, all while frying higher-reasoning functions and retention. More than any since her great-grandfather had first created the initial batch, she understood the full ins and outs of this miracle solution.
She had produced no shortage of incidential bimbos in her testing. A whole workforce, some kept around for her pleasure, others to do menial housekeeping tasks, and yet more just traded off to discerning business partners. A scattered few had managed to retain some degree of intelligence, but it was miniscule, still well below a human average - and Sam would not settle for losing on ounce of her intelligence. Not today, not ever, would she comprimise her brains in the quest for beauty. Thus the tests and development work had continued.
Yet she might have finally stumbled into a breakthrough. A little bit of advanced gene editing in several of the plants used to manufacture important oils for the solution had shown positive results in her chemical testing. She'd made supposed breakthroughs that were anything but in the past, yet this was different - this was a whole new type of bimbo formula, and she was certain that it would at last provide what she had thought. All the beauty and allure of a saucy young siren, but with her mind fully intact, rendering her as close to perfect as could be imagined.
All she required now was a test subject. Someone who could go through human trials, and in doing so prove the effectiveness of her creation. And it was an important decision - if this worked, she would be giving someone an incredible gift, turning them into a bombshell while leaving ther minds and personalities intact, aside of a much greater libido. She had spent hours upon hours now reviewing profiles for candidates, trying to figure out who to use... and at last, she had made a decision on who would be the first to receive her new formula...