Zoe’s IQ plummeted

The remote shot off to beams, one hitting a friend of yours who was elsewhere in the park, Roxie, and the other hitting Zoe.

Roxie is a 6 foot tall 18 year old girl with small 30A cup breasts. She also is rather dim, struggles with most things and, if she had larger breasts and was more slutty, would be considered a bimbo. She was kept down in school a number of years, her mental age barely above a pre teens.

The button the remote randomly pushed, swapping something between Zoe and Roxie, was IQ.

As neither of you were holding the remote you didnt notice the change. But she simply giggled and apologised.

“Like, sorry baby” she giggled, “I don think that was meant to be dropped.”

“No” you replied, “Just be careful with it, okay?” You spoke in a rather patronising way, however Zoe just giggled. You loved her. Her sexy body, which you had for a bit, and her extremely dumb mind. It meant you could get away with so many things, and just tell her she said it was okay. She wouldn’t question you, because she knew you were more intelligent than her.

“Like, what about those hotties?” She said, pointing to a couple of girls walking towards the two of you.

One was a dark skinned beauty, her beautiful Afro bobbing along as she walked, her huge tits bouncing around underneath her hoodie she was wearing, and her small arse hidden by some jeans. She was walking with an Asian friend of hers, who had long black hair that was straightened down to her arse, a set of tiny breasts in a tank top and a huge arse.

You both held onto the remote as you pointed it towards them, and fired. You watched as their hair styles changed. The Asian girl suddenly sporting an Afro, looking like a horrendous bout of cultural appropriation. While her friend now had long straightened hair, which actually looked perfectly normal on her.

“That was totally cool” Zoe giggled. It was really unnerving hearing her giggle in your voice, but you didnt want to give up her body. You loved the sensation of walking along and feeling her breasts wobble with each step.

“What about that family there?” you said, pointing to a family of 4 who just entered the park.

The family was made up of a Father, maybe in his 50s, rather muscular with a short beard, wearing jeans and a flannel top. His wife was next to him, looking rather good for her age. She had a decent sized set of breasts underneath a pink t shirt, and she was wearing a long black skirt, with barely a dent from her small arse.

In front of them were their two children, both looking like they were in their late teens or early twenties. The boy was tall, skinny and muscular, almost like his father but not quite, while the girl was surprisingly short and had a huge set of breasts, you guessed they were in the H cup range at least.

The son was wearing a simple black button up shirt with a zip up jumper over his shoulders, his black hair cut into a crew cut, and his pristine white shoes were sticking out the bottom of his baggy track suit trousers.

The Daughter was wearing a tight white shirt, which almost showed her bra through it, and a pair of booty shorts. She had a bit of an arse, so it wasn’t too weird.

“What do with them?” Zoe asked you. Sometimes her reduced intelligence meant she missed a word or two in a sentence, but just kept going.

“I was thinking random for all of them” you said, not waiting for her to reply. She would only agree with you, too stupid to make her own decisions.

You both held the remote together and fired.