The B*tch of Wall Street

Gary ran to the closest bookshop, not caring about being scantly dressed. He needed to be sure that he wasn't getting any dumber. He picked a non-fiction book about economics that he read in college. He started reading it, despite the distraction that his red-painted nails were and despite the feeling of his big, silicone-enhanced tits against his sweater. 

His reading ability seemed normal, until he started the second paragraph. Words seemed more difficult and longer and Gary had to read a sentence two times before understanding it. By the third paragraph, most words seemed too difficult for Gary. 

"Inflation...internal rates...recuse...These are, like, though words!" he mumbled, in terror at his newfound stupidity. 

Gary used to be a clever man, among the most requested financial analyst on Wall Street. His reports and suggestions were always spot on and he was always in demand for his out-of-the-box ideas. One day, his cockiness made him proposing a very risky investment to one of the biggest client of his firm. When the client asked what Gary was willing to bet on his investment, he arrogantly said: "everything, even my balls." 

Unfortunately for him, the investment went sideways and the client lost $300 million. Visibly upset, the client stormed the office and demanded Gary's balls. Using a magic spell, he got them. A shocked Gary could only moan in pain as his virility slipped away from him in front of all his horrified co-workers. As the transformation was progressing and long hair started to cascade from his head, he escaped the office, his mind cloudy while his tits popped out.

In the bookshop, Gary kept on reading, but his mind was getting stupider by the minute. He was struggling to read even the most basic economics-related sentence. A part of him was horrified by the change in intellect, but it was getting overshadowed by a new side. A side that had very different priorities in mind.

"I don't like this stuff. It's boring and so not interesting. I need some make-up tips, not strange words," he said out loud, with a nasal, bimbo voice. 

He dropped the book with some disdain and walked away, swaying his new wide hips. As he left, he quickly glanced at the lingerie shop on the other side of the street and smiled.

"That's what I need! Some pretty nice underwear to, like, show my titties...I don't need big words in my mouth to feel good. All I need in my mouth is some nice, fat cock!" Gary exclaimed.  

Waiting for Gary outside the lingerie shop on his private car was the client he had suggested the bad investment to, now feeling stronger and manlier than ever thanks to the exchange he made. The client smiled as Gary entered the car, thinking that in the end he couldn't really complain that much about the trade he made as Gary quickly unbuckled his pants and gave him a blowjob.