"How stupid are you?" (Near Walking Veggie!)

"Hey, Mai?" Yugi asked, his voice a low purr that vibrated against the shell of her ear. His fingers remained locked against her temples, the dark energy now a constant, thrumming pressure inside her skull, smoothing out any wrinkles of complex thought.

"Yeah...?" Mai responded, the word drawn out and syrupy-slow. Her head lolled slightly against the back of the couch cushion, a dopey smile playing on her lips. She felt so calm right now, like warm honey was flowing through her veins instead of blood, muffling the world into a soft, pleasant hum. The implanted memories of failure felt distant, unimportant compared to the soothing weight of Yugi's hands and the pleasant throb building low in her belly.

"Don't get mad when I ask this, but," Yugi grinned, a predatory flash of teeth in the dim light. He leaned even closer, his breath hot on her neck. "How stupid are you?"

"What?" Mai blinked twice, the sudden sharpness of the question momentarily piercing the cottony haze enveloping her mind. Her body tensed slightly against his. "I'm not stupid!" The protest was weak, lacking its usual fiery conviction, more a reflex than a genuine defense.

"Mai, it's okay to be a little slow." Yugi's thumbs pressed harder, sending fresh pulses of the Eronomicon's corrupting power deep into her neural pathways. He didn't just suggest it; he rewrote it, tinkering ruthlessly with her cognitive history. Her IQ plummeted like a rock off a cliff, synapses fizzling out, complex connections dissolving into static. "Everyone's got their own talents in life." His free hand slid down from her head, tracing the curve of her shoulder, then drifting lower to cup the sudden, pronounced swell of her breast straining against the leather. It felt fuller, heavier, the nipple hardening instantly under his touch through the thin material. "Yours just aren't very brain intensive, is all!" He gave the plump flesh a possessive squeeze.

"Wha...?" She murmured, eyelids fluttering rapidly as her mind struggled to adjust to its new, drastically weakened state. Concepts blurred, words felt slippery and hard to grasp. The sharp edges of her personality – the cunning, the ambition – were sanded down into smooth, yielding softness. A vacant giggle bubbled up from her throat. "I'm not stoopid..." The mispronunciation slipped out naturally, a sign of the profound mental shift. Her body seemed to soften further in response, melting against Yugi's side, her hips rounding out noticeably, pressing against the seam of her pants. The leather creaked, accommodating the subtle but undeniable expansion of her curves, her very flesh embodying the new, simple emptiness of her mind.

"But you are stupid!" Yugi hissed, the words laced with the Eronomicon's dark power. The pressure against Mai's temples intensified, a crushing weight that seemed to physically compress her brain matter. Her IQ plummeted further, past the baseline of a bimbo, into the realm of profound, almost vegetative idiocy. Complex thought became an impossible mountain to climb; even forming a simple sentence felt like wading through thick, sticky tar. Her eyes crossed dramatically, unfocused and glassy. A thick strand of drool escaped the corner of her slack mouth, tracing a wet path down her chin and dripping onto the swell of her newly enlarged breast, darkening the leather. "M... Mai...!" she managed to babble, the name sounding alien on her tongue. "Duhh..." Her body felt impossibly heavy and soft, melting bonelessly against Yugi, her hips and thighs spreading wider on the cushion, the leather pants groaning in protest at the sudden, lush expansion of her lower curves.

"Oh, too far!" Yugi chuckled, the sound devoid of any real concern. With a casual mental nudge through the Eronomicon's connection, he dialed back the pressure just a fraction. Her IQ stabilized at a neat 69 – still profoundly, deliciously stupid, but functional enough for his purposes. The drooling stopped, the strand snapping and leaving a glistening trail on her chin. Her eyes uncrossed, though they remained wide, vacant, and slightly unfocused, like cloudy blue marbles. "There we are," he murmured, patting her cheek condescendingly. Her skin felt unnaturally smooth and pliant under his touch. "You were telling me about how dumb you were?" he prompted, his voice deliberately slow and loud, enunciating each word as if speaking to a very young child.

Mai blinked, the motion slow and laborious, as if even this tiny action sapped precious energy from her diminished intellect. Processing his words felt like trying to catch smoke. She turned her head towards him with glacial slowness, her neck seeming almost too weak to support the weight of her head, which now felt strangely empty. "Wha...?" she breathed, the single syllable thick and syrupy.

Yugi grinned. Today was going to be a fun day. "How dumb are you?" he asked again, leaning in close, speaking with exaggerated slowness and deliberation. Any faster, and the words would just be meaningless noise to her simple mind.

This time, the processing was marginally quicker. A vacant, breathy giggle escaped her lips, sounding utterly airheaded. "Ohhh," she cooed, a dopey smile spreading across her face. She leaned heavily into his side, her overly ample breasts pressing against his arm, soft and yielding. "I'm reeaall dumb!" The mispronunciation was natural, unforced, a perfect reflection of her new, blissful stupidity.

"That's great, sweetheart," Yugi purred, patting her head as if soothing a particularly dim-witted puppy. His smirk widened as he felt the soft, yielding texture of her bleached blonde hair beneath his palm – hair that now seemed thicker, coarser, almost doll-like in its artificial perfection. "Tell me about your schooling! I'd love to hear that." He injected false enthusiasm into his voice, knowing her diminished intellect would only register the friendly tone, not the underlying mockery.

"Schoolin'?" Mai pouted, her plump, glossy lips forming a perfect 'O' of confusion. She furrowed her brow, an expression that looked comically strained on her vacant, doll-like face. "I wasn' good at school..." She shook her head slowly, the motion causing her enormous breasts to wobble visibly beneath the straining leather. "'S hard!" she whined, the childish complaint slipping out naturally, her voice higher-pitched and breathier than before, stripped of its former sharpness.

"Really?" Yugi feigned wide-eyed interest, leaning closer. He could practically see the gears turning – or rather, grinding to a near halt – inside her simplified mind. The Eronomicon's power hummed faintly, a dark undercurrent reinforcing her implanted inadequacy.

"Yeah!" The blonde threw her hands up in a clumsy, exaggerated gesture of frustration. Her palms inadvertently smacked against the sides of her own massive chest, sending the heavy orbs into a wild, jiggling oscillation that made the leather creak alarmingly. She blinked, momentarily distracted by the bouncing sensation. "Uh..." She rubbed her temple, a vacant look clouding her eyes as she tried to grasp the slippery concept of time. She held up her hands, staring intently at her fingers as if they held the secret. Pouting in concentration, she slowly counted out something invisible. "Mom 'n dad left... then... the boat...?" Smacking her thick, bee-stung lips, she nervously held up nine fingers, her expression hopeful yet utterly lost. "This many..?" Then, a flicker of misplaced modesty surfaced; she blushed a deep pink and tried to cross her arms over her ludicrously exposed cleavage, a futile gesture that only served to push her breasts up higher, straining the leather even more. "Math an' stuff's... real hard!" she concluded with another airheaded whine, her brief moment of self-consciousness already fading under the weight of her profound stupidity.

"Oh, I'm sure it is for a girl like yourself," Yugi soothed, his smile predatory. He knew she could only process tone and body language now, the nuances of language lost to her. Playing the sympathetic friend was effortless, and deliciously cruel. He placed a hand on her thigh, feeling the soft, yielding flesh beneath the tight leather, noticeably thicker and rounder than before.

"Thanks fer unnnerstandin'..." Mai sighed, instantly relaxing at his perceived kindness.