#stupidification

[meshugana1]

A loud businesswoman who screams into her cell is surprised to discover she’s a complete airhead

I’ll do my best sir!

   Ashanti felt the cold air circulate around her. Somehow even though she asked not to be they always managed to place her directly under the vent. She hated being cold. But more importantly, she hated how it made her nipples go ridged. Her heavy breasts made them nearly impossible to hide and she looked like she could cut diamonds with them right now. It was difficult for a woman in the business world and she didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about her. Sadly luck was not with her today as she had been put on a panel and had to sit through a slew of gross looking middle aged men pretending they were scientists as they displayed their crappy “inventions”. She was joined by three other mindless yes men. She was the only one that had any balls between them and they took this occasion to have a lazy day and just let Ashanti shoulder the burden herself.

   Two hours in and she was freezing cold and no less than three-quarters of these people couldn’t take their eyes off her tits. She had wanted to get a reduction for a long time but the companies insurance was garbage. She couldn’t take the stares any longer excused herself. She was barely paying attention as the pasty white guy was droning on about how he had reinvented the wheel. It was only the sixth guy to claim that so far today. She made her way to the restroom at the end of the hallway. The walls were lined with people who all thought their invention was going to be the next big thing. She was three feet from the restroom when George called for the tenth time in the last hour. He was the head accountant for the company and for some reason just loved to bother her and ask if she found the next big thing yet. She mostly ignored him but today was a perfect storm of annoyance.

   She grabbed her phone and before he could answer she unloaded on him. “George, for the love of god! Just stop calling every ten seconds! I haven't found anything here from all these idiots! I swear if you call again I’m going to freaking castrate you!” She longed for the days when phones had receivers so she could take out some frustration on something. Instead, she hid in a stall for a few moments and warmed up her cold skin.

   After a few minutes she had been thoroughly warmed, she even began to feel somewhat flushed. She stood up from the seat but stumbled slightly as a wave of dizziness came upon her. She braced herself on the walls as her vision blurred. Thoughts of strokes and heart attacks filled her mind, but it was all over in seconds. She stumbled out of the stall and looked herself over in the mirror. She still had her dark hair done up in her dreadlocks and her ebony skin wasn’t slack anywhere and her tits were as fabulous as ever and her nipples stopped being pointy. All she needed was a break it seems, she began to walk out but her steps were weirdly small and close together. Looking down she was mortified as she realized that her skirt and panties were still around her ankles. Blushing beet red and thankful to all the gods she could name that nobody was in here with her.

   She quickly righted herself and walked at quite a clip back to the presentation room. The yes men were there and still barely awake but now a new person was getting ready to present. He was a tall man, she could make out streaks of white in his auburn hair and his thick glasses reminded her of every scientist she saw in old movies. “Hello Ms., I was wondering when you’d get back. I think you’ll be very pleased by what I have for you today,” he said in a slightly nervous tone. Ashanti hoped he was right, everything was pretty boring so far. “All right, now that we are all here I would like to introduce you all to me, Alexander Thomas and more importantly…the mental vicissituderizer!” He made a dramatic showing of removing the cloth cover and displaying a complicated looking device. She had no idea just what to make of it, it had many radio dishes and receivers and what looked like a calculator built into the middle. It was certainly homemade and might have been finished not more than a few hours ago.

   “Don’t worry everybody, I’m certain we can workshop a better name later on. But I’m virtually certain that you’ll love this new development in interrogation technology. I won’t go into the complicated tech right now, but its function is to control the mental output of a person's brain. There are limitless one could do with this device, say you're interrogating a criminal and he’s just too crafty. Well, why not use this to turn him into a gullible nincompoop? What if a charismatic cult leader won’t set his people free? Turn him into an idiot! Say a spy has been captured by the enemy, don’t want secrets exposed? Then use this baby to make it impossible to think about anything more complicated than the color blue! It’s the wave of the future!” He said, out of breath and waiting for a round of applause. “Well that all sounds quite fantastical, but you still need to demonstrate that it’s more than science fiction,” Ashanti said. The vent once again making her nipple begin to stiffen. “Well, Ms. I hope you don’t mind but I actually have already attuned the device to your brainwaves. While you were in the restroom.” “Excuse me?”

   The yes men actually took notice of this and seemed genuinely interested now. “Allow me to demonstrate, right now you are set at one hundred percent mental capacity. But with a few keystrokes, I can reduce that to forty percent.” “What?! You don't have my permission tooooo…” Ashanti felt what she could only describe as time slowing down in her head. Her train of thought derailed disastrously and she completely forgot what she was going to say. “What did you do? Why do I feel so weird?” “That was the device ma’am, I just turned you into an idiot.” “Hey! That’s not a nice thing to say. And I am not an idiot! If you keep being mean then I won’t make your thingy!” Ashanti said. Her fellow panelist's eyes were solely focused on her and for once it wasn’t at her chest. “I’m afraid it’s true ma’am. How about a test?” “A test? Oh shit, I didn’t study or anything!” “Uh, don’t worry. All you have to do is answer a simple question, which one of the following statements is not true?” Ashanti steeled herself, there was no way she would let this guy embarrass her. “One, I am wearing a brown jacket,” She knew that one right away. He totally was! She knew she couldn’t be turned stupid by this guy, that kinda stuff was all made up. “Two, when you mix the colors blue and yellow you get green,” Ashanti’s eyes grew wide, she didn’t know that one for sure. She hadn’t mixed colors since kindergarten, it sounded right though. Or maybe it was purple? Yeah, it was totally purple. Number two was definitely wrong. “Three, if your boobs are as big as your head it means you’ll be very rich one day.” “No way! Really?! That’s so cool!” Ashanti wasted no time in undoing the buttons of her expensive blouse and nearly tearing off her undershirt and bra. Her ebony chest was fully nude and her nipples her instantly erect from the cold air of the vent. She eagerly grabbed each lump of flesh and tried to heft the mass up to her head, she really wanted to know if she was gonna be rich. Her flesh couldn’t quite reach though, the best she could do was to rest the side of her head against her goose-pimpled skin, but she wasn’t sure if they were big enough. Every time she tried to look she had to move her head. A flash of realization hit her and she stood out of her chair and trotted over to Mr. Thomas, each of her breasts being supported by a hand.

   “Uh, could you like, tell me if they’re big enough? I really wanna know if I’m rich!” “Oh that's no problem, but there might be a problem. Some ladies bobbies are quite flat though they look round. Maybe if I could feel yours I could tell better.” “Oh, that’s totally ok! You can touch em’. They won’t hurt or anything.” Alexander wasted no time and filled his hands with his guinea pig’s ample assets. He took complete advantage, he rolled and needed the tender skin in his hands. Working them like dough, Ashanti’s face began to flush and beads of sweat developed along her brow. The cold no longer affected her tender nubs but now a heat had pervaded them and her breathing was turning into quick little intakes. “As a side effect, the more a person's higher functions decrease the more primal urges become stronger. Oh, by the way, ma’am, what was the answer to my question?” Her brows knitted, she bit her bottom lip as she tried to focus, but the rising heat inside her only made it harder. Her hands were constantly drifting lower and lower along her tummy. “Um, I don’t…what was it again?” “Oh don’t worry sweetie, it’s not important. What is important is that you’re my very lovely assistant.” Ashanti beamed at that, she loved getting complimented. “Yup, I like, totally love working for you!” she said smiling, though she couldn’t quite remember what she did for him, or for how long. But she would try her best, even if she was a total airhead. “I had a feeling you might. Oh by the way, did you know that if you suck them for long enough that dicks taste just like candy?” Ashanti’s eyes bugged out and her mouth began to water, “No way!”

The end. Hope Y’all like it!