Penny starts to .

"How you feeling now, dear?" Matt asked his enraptured wife. Her response was delayed and slow.

"I feel good," she said dreamily while staring at her hands. "Real good."

"Do you feel any less intelligent or hazier?"

She looked up at him and he noted that her eyes were glassier than before. "...yeah. Yeah, I think so. Gosh, it's getting hard to think. It's like all the little things that I used to think about without trying aren't easy anymore. It's so easy just to stop thinking..."

Matt looked her up and down. She was staring through him now, still fully nude and swaying slightly. Her face had that same dopey grin that they had seen in the other Boosteds. He waved his hand in front of her eyes and she giggled.

"...what?" she asked languidly. He said nothing but continued his inspection while Penny zoned out again. He walked around her, drinking in the site of her pert ass, her long legs, the beautiful curves of her legs that terminated in her trimmed bush. Experimentally, he reached out and squeezed her thigh. She let out a throaty laugh but didn't say anything. He reached out and flicked her forehead, eliciting another hoarse chuckle but no words.

He took his wife's hand and led her to the bed, then put a hand on her shoulder to gently guide her to a sitting position. She did as he guided without resistance, gliding across the room and flopping unceremoniously onto the bed. She looked dazed now, almost as though she'd been concussed. He gently placed a hand on her left breast and she sighed heavily, still staring through him.

"Hey, Penny?" he asked gently.

"Yeah?" she replied thickly. Her mouth hung open after she spoke.

"Remember how you were so excited to be a simpleton?"

"Mmmhmmm," she said and nodded.

"What do you think you are now?"

She closed her mouth and smiled, looking at him for the first time in the conversation. "I don't know," she said peacefully. "I feel really good."

"You're a fucking moron now. Complete dipshit."

"Huh," she said after processing what he told her. "I guess so." She glanced around the room. "Did... was I standing? When did I sit down? Oh babe, I'm really foggy. I feel really, rea- oh!"

He had slipped a finger inside her while she spoke. Her train of thought interrupted, she closed her eyes and arched her back. As Matt probed her interior, he put his other hand on her left breast. She clamped it in place with hers and bit her lip. Her body began to move like some strange slow dance and she breathed through her mouth. Matt suddenly withdrew his hand from her pussy and gave her an order.

"Tell me how dull you are," he said.

"Sooo dumb," she replied mindlessly.

"Tell me you're stupid bitch for doing this," he said as he returned his hand to her cleft.

"Ahhhhhh... I'm a stupid bitch for doing this," she repeated.

"Doing what?"

"Uhhhhhhhnnnn..."

He withdrew his hand again and she stopped moving. "Doing what, Penny? What are you a stupid bitch for doing?"

"Taking the ****," she managed. "I shouldn't have took the **** without asking you. It made you so mad..."

He resumed now with more speed and she cried out in pleasant shock. "Penny, tell me you're sorry. Apologize to me now."

"I'm so so-"

"Open your fucking eyes! Tell me like you mean it!"

Her eyelids retracted and she fixed him with those two cloudy marbles. "I'm sorrrryyyy," she moaned as she ground against his hand, her tits quaking with each thrust. "I'm a dumb bitch who doesn't deserve you and you should hate me and you should leave me and I can't ever make it uptoyounomatter-"

Penny's sentence died in her throat as she violently orgasmed, thrashing against his hand in animalistic excess. She continued to make eye contact the whole time and all he saw in her eyes was dead, complacent happiness. As she shuddered back into a seated position, a thin line of drool escaped her mouth. Matt was startled when she spoke softly, her gaze fixed on some point past their ceiling.

"That was nice."