Reshaper’s lips mashed hard and firm against Kayla’s, and the promised siphoning of her intellect hit almost instantly. It didn’t feel like anything was being taken away, or like she was suddenly getting stupider. It didn’t hurt, nothing like any physical damage.

Instead, the feeling of Reshaper’s lips on hers echoed between her ears, and deep behind her eyes.

F-f-feeels like… like… ohhhh… she’s… sucking… onn… my… ohhhhh…! The heroine screamed against the villain’s lips as her body shuddered and shook. Orgasms rolled through her body, and Kayla was far too lost in the feeling of lips latched to her thoughts to process the full entirety of the sensations. F-feels… so… fucking… good…!

The kiss was hardly longer than a moment. If it were on Kayla’s cheek instead of her lips, it would have seemed like a completely chaste, innocent kiss were it to happen in public.

Just as quickly as it began, Reshaper pulled back, her voice whispered against Kayla’s lips. “See… that wasn’t so bad, huh…? You’re a little bit dumber now, but you aren’t crying anymore… and a smart girl like you…? No way I drained enough to make you too dumb to cry… if that’s even possible…? I’ve never looked into that… never really felt like it mattered…”

Kayla groaned, still hanging from the wall within the strong steel shackles. Her eyes slowly fluttered, a little glassier than before, a little emptier in a way that would be impossible to perfectly described but anyone who took a glance would see there was less of Kayla’s sharp mind peeking through. She groaned, squeaking echoing through the room as her thighs clenched inside of the latex replacement of her suit.

Reshaper’s hands wandered over the woman’s curves, grasping her hips for another squeeze just hard enough to make the bound woman groan.

The heroine had stopped crying just as Reshaper said. Her cheeks were stained with tear tracks, but every last droplet was long gone from her eyes. Her bottom lip trembled, but it was no longer in the way that seemed ready to break into ugly crying at any moment.

“M-more kisses…” Kayla whimpered out the words, still limp as the sounds quietly escaped her lips that were still trembling so pitifully. “You said… as many… as many as I want… That was just… just one… I… I have a lot more intelligence to suck… right…? You’re not… not bored of kissing me yet… r-right…? I… I need you, and I… I’m willing to give you that, give you… m-me, anything you could ask for, s-so… so you need to kiss me, you have to, you-mmmphhh!”

Her pitiful pleading was silenced by Reshaper’s lips returning with a vengeance.

Ohhhh it’s like she’s kissing… kissing my brain and kissing… kissing the thoughts right… right out of my head… o-ohhhh…! Kayla shuddered in her bonds even harder than before as her eyes dulled a little more, and her motions became more desperate.

The kiss ended just as quick as before—merely taking a moment, but the loud squeaks from the Swift Sentinel as she continued to shudder, clench, and squirm continued even longer than before. “I did say I would kiss you as much as you want me to… and oh, sweetheart, you have so much for me to suck out of you, don’t you worry about that…

“But I didn’t say as many kisses as would satisfy me.” Reshaper’s red eyes hooded low, their eerie-yet-enchanting glow throbbing into Kayla’s hooded eyes. “Maybe it’s a little mean to make you ask for each one, to plead and beg for me to do something that had you crying your eyes out, but to be honest...” She licked her lips, tongue reaching out just far enough to tease Kayla’s in the process. “I like being mean…”

“I-I hadn’t noticed…!” Kayla couldn’t fill the words with venom if she tried. Too much lust resonated across her body, making her clench and squeeze as she imagined the other woman’s tongue in her mouth.

Didn’t want it, but… if she’s already taken some, and I… I do feel a little… slower…? Kayla fluttered her eyes. Super speed might be too dangerous if my mind is too slow… won’t be able to be a teacher, or a super heroine but… I don’t think that matters… will I even be able to stand any time away from her…?!

Reshaper quietly laughed. “Mmm… I’m glad you still have a little bite to you. Not as much as you might have before, but that’s fine. If I wanted the Kayla Kelley you were when we met, I wouldn’t be doing this to you, huh…?”

“Y-you know who I am…? H-how…” Kayla groaned, struggling as if on instinct. All it did was rub her breasts more into Reshaper’s eager, squeezing hands. “Ohhh… I wasn’t… I haven’t been thinking of my name, I… You… Mmm… You had me… unconscious, hypnotized… don’t remember how I got here, but… I… when we first met… you don’t mean tonight… right…? I… Fuck… I couldn’t support anything with examples with my brain feeling… like this…”

“You probably could… You’re very smart, and I haven’t taken that much from you.” Reshaper licked her lips again, making sure that the entirety of the motion rubbed Kayla’s lips. “I know you want more, but each time you want to have that more… You’ll need to ask. I don’t have any more plans for using you until you’re my little bimbo…”

Bimbo…

The word echoed deeply inside of Kayla’s mind.

She was already a blonde, and with the changes Reshaper made to her body it was hard to say she didn’t look like a sex toy crossed with a woman. She could feel the fullness of her ass, the heavy weight of her breasts, and both of those felt heavier than the rest of her entire body as she hung from her bonds.

If I just… tell her to kiss me… again… and again… and again…

Kayla could feel something inside of her clench. There was still a hint of the unyielding heroine inside of her, but it was so much quieter than before. Instead of a majority of her mind agreeing with the sentiment, it was a minority opinion. It quivered, uncertain and anxious.

Even though it wouldn’t give up so easily, even that aspect of her mind knew it couldn’t win.

If she kisses me enough… maybe I really will be too stupid to cry.

She closed her eyes tight, still able to feel Reshaper’s hands around her breasts, and just how close their bodies still were. She sucked in a sharp breath, squirming in her bonds. Her decision was already made, but even if the addiction she felt to Reshaper’s lips, to her attentions, only grew with those two kisses that didn’t make the idea of giving herself up without any feelings of concern or regret.

None of those feelings outweighed her need even if they did make her ache.

Maybe I’ll be too stupid to realize how much I’ve lost…

“Kiss me…!”

Reshaper instantly indulged her, kissing Kayla’s lips so hard, her tongue reaching so deep. The dazed heroine could feel the sensation of so many tongues darting into her synapses, licking at the tips of her neurons that shorted out as synapses fired so much slower, so much less effectively.

Nothing went away, and the replacement of the student and heroine’s once brilliant mind with lust and need and craving and pleasure felt like so much more than a simple equivalent exchange.

So much lust throbbed through Kayla’s body, and no sooner than Reshaper’s lips pulled back did she whisper out another needy plea. “K-kiss me… m-mo-mmphhh!”

Again, their lips met, and Kayla’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the weight of her breasts weigh on her focus much more heavily than her worries and concerns about what she might be losing, or what she might no longer be able to do.

Pleasure, and the rush of horny giggles that filled Kayla’s mind, were so much more important to her than the worries about homework or heroism.

As soon as the kiss ended, Kayla was ready to groan her next request.

“M-more… kiss me… more…!”

Reshaper grinned as she returned to the kiss again, and again, and again. So much pleasure tore through Kayla’s body, making her motions not just squeak but also sounds of wet, slick friction as she strained to grind against her captor within the tight suit she’d been forced to wear. Between the later kisses she began to giggle, to groan, but each time she still asked for another with no real hesitation.

As eager as she was at the start, lost in a sea of hazy need, of desperate longing, her mind addled and useless, eventually when one kiss ended, all that Kayla could do was giggle.

Her mouth hung open. Her eyelids hung low. Drool shined at the corner of her lip. Her thighs clenched incessantly. Every breath was proceeded, and followed, by loud, sparkly, tittering giggles that shook through the whole of the woman’s body.

The villain drew back, watching Kayla as she did little more than giggle and squirm. Her lidded eyes stared at Reshaper’s lips, but she lacked the wherewithal to remember that she could remember another kiss. All that she remembered was how good it felt to clench her thighs and roll her body into Reshaper’s squeezing, fondling hands.

Mmm… feels good to giggle… good when she squeezes me… so good when she…when she…

Kayla’s mind flat lined for several moments. She wasn’t struggling—not anymore. She simply couldn’t come up with what would be good. Her whole mind was stuck processing the idea, giggles and drool sliding from her lips but little else passing through her mind. Her panties were soaked through, but she was too simple to even be aware of her arousal as something that could be sated or indulged.

It was a part of her, a powerful part of her, and Kayla was too little mentally to do anything useful with that information but groan and wiggle.

When she does aaaanything…!

“Mmm… Now this… this…?” Reshaper licked her lips. “This is… perfect… Mmm… I fucking love you like this. Anyone would be sexy like this, but you…” She ran her fingertips down along Kayla’s slack cheeks, down along her neck, out along her shoulders, and then down to squeeze her breasts so roughly that Kayla screamed. The villain’s fingers only remained in place for a brief time, before they ran down along Kayla’s sides, only to reach back and roughly squeeze at her bimbo’s large, juicy ass amidst another sharp cry.

“Liiiike… Uuuh… Mmm… Glad…! I’m like… really glad…!” Kayla giggled and moaned, her eyes crossing as she panted louder and louder the longer Reshaper’s hands roamed along her full ass. “”Like being all… like… like you…” She blinked, her eyes not closing or opening at the same time, but at a slight delay. “Like you… want…? Like… Yeah… like you like…!”

So proud of her wordplay, or what now passed for wordplay in the bimbo’s slutty mind, Kayla fell into a sea of giggles. Each one made her body shake, and that stimulation made her thighs clench, her eyes flutter, and more drool tease its way down her cheek.

Reshaper purred, watching her for a long moment before she stepped back and snapped her fingers.

Her curly purple hair grew out, the curls and color fading as the tips turned to black, and green slowly dyed the top of her hair. One of her eyes turned to red, the other purple, as the green and black of her lips deepened. She still wore the same clothing, but Xenia’s identity of Reshaper dripped and poured away.

Kayla gasped in shock before giggling again. “Liiiiiike… Xennie…! It’s youuuu who’s been uhm… uh… reshaping… me…?”

With another lick of her lips, Xenia nodded. “Uh-huh. It’s been me. I also ate your ice cream, too. I hope it’s okay, but… I don’t mind if it isn’t. It was really fun to tease you about it… mmm to make you feel like you were losing your mind, with the ice cream still in the freezer, just out of your reach…”

Kayla gasped again, looking like if her hands were free she would have slapped both of her cheeks in unison. “Wooow… You’re a bad roommate… but your kisses make my pussy all gushy so I don’t reeeally mind, just like… mmm… you’ll still kiss me… right…? Like you did all uh… purple-haired… unless uh… uh… was that somebody else…? I can’t… remember… coulda been differenter…”

Slapping her forehead, Xenia burst into the same loud, obnoxious laughter that tugged Kayla’s focus from her search for missing ice cream. “You are… wrecked and I love it… but… I want to talk to you about something, if your dumb little slut mind, or…” She reached down, her hand grasping and squeezing tight between Kayla’s legs. “Your pussy could listen?”

Brown eyes crossed, and Kayla’s mouth hung open as she drooled and trembled.

Ooohhh… Fuckable… Bimbo… She said… something like that… uhh… r-right…? I can’t… don’t… mmmmmmMMMmmm… Kayla giggled, but the sound quickly turned into a needy, desperate groan as her eyes rolled back into her head and she thrust herself forward in a raw display of mindless passion. Mmmm does that mean she wants to fuck me…? Mmm… That sounds fun or… or she could just squeeze me for a while… That could be really, really fun, too…!

Mmm whatever she wants… coz like… she wants it… and that sounds… good…?

Xenia slapped one of Kayla’s breasts, laughing as Kayla’s eyes lost all of their focus. “You really are just so… fucked like this… mmm and you definitely won’t be able to get a degree like this, so that means you’ll need someone to take care of you… someone who can make you cum, someone who can get you all of the chocolate ice cream that big ass is going to need to maintain itself…

“So… why don’t I make you a deal…?” Xenia licked her lips. “We get married tonight—right here. I can even invite all of your friends to the ceremony…” Mismatched eyes hooded low, and Xenia’s thighs clenched tight. “We can get married, and then I can take care of you… sound good…?”

“Liiiiike… uhhh…” Kayla stared ahead, lost in the middle distance for several long moments before she blinked her eyes—again out of sync. A moment later she finally found Xenia’s, and purred as she wiggled her hips. “Like… gooosh… All that sounds good! I wouldn’t need to go to class or do anything bad and you’d fuck me…?” She paused for a moment, her eyes growing so much wider as the heroine let out a loud squeal. “Ooooh would I get a really sexy wedding dress? I want lots of pictures!”

Xenia smiled, and Kayla came.

“Pictures sound good to me, Kaykay. We’ll wanna remember tonight for a long time to come…”