A Bimbofication Party

She held that bemused look for a second, as if deciding whether you really were thinking of that. It was the perfect moment to move the 'ass size' and the 'lip plumpness' sliders. With two swipes, they each swelled up in unison. Her lips filled in and curled from their new plumpness in real-time as she judged whether you were up to something. At your angle, you could make out her ass ballooning behind her. Still not noticing anything was different, she started:

"Brenda? That must be the one. Well, first of all, she isn't just silly. She's dumb as bricks." She said with growing enthusiasm.

She was clinically eager to bad mouth her bumbling, busty co-worker, so it was the perfect distraction.

"Get this." She started. "She once called IT because her keyboard didn't have a 'send' button! Have I told you that one?" She said, swimming closer to the edge of the pool.

You looked down to meet her eyes but had trouble staring away from her bulging F-cup cleavage.

"Ha ha, yes, of course." You answered as causualy as possible. "Or that time she walked in on the board meeting?"

"Oh, don't get me started!" She squealed, flapping her her hand and holding a finger up to signal the beginning of a story.

You jolted the 'intelligence' slider a bit to the left. Her enthusiasm remained and almost seemed to multiply as her inhibitions and reason were somewhat dulled. The skeptical stare she had before was gone and in its place was a giddy smile.

"So, Brenda... is like, a dumbass, okay? And she has these, umm... big boobies! Right? Which, like, I like, but they're not mine, so it makes me not like her. Anyways, okay..."

You nodded, trying to hide the smile playing at your lips.

"So, Brenda, big boobies, right? She takes her umm... lunch break in the room, you know? The meeting room? Because nobody's there, I guess. So she's eating and eating and probably, like, thinking about how hot she is, I don't know. But, then! She gets food on her shirt! So she, like, goes to the bathroom that's kinda off of the meeting room, like there's a bathroom door right there in the room, you know? So, Brenda, big boobies still, she goes in there to wash it off. And she starts scrubbing her shirt with soap and water, probably, like, feeling up her boobies or whatever. Anyways, she's doing this while a big meeting starts going on. And she comes out with the um... wet, see-through shirt, and everyone is like, looking at her and her big boobies and all she says is, 'I think he did too much.' Like, what? What does that even mean? That Brenda is so silly."