Thinking is for...

by lazysatanicgoth

Tags: #bimbofication #ditzification #f/f #intelligence_play #pov:bottom

A recounting of a personal scene.

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Hi! I wrote this hastily in like 40 minutes while sleep deprived cause I got turned on by a scene earlier that day. This may be terrible! I hope you enjoy 🖤

A faint stream guides me gently down a familiar path. Gentle waves run along my body as I flow through that knowing route.

“You can feel that lazy river gently guiding you, taking you further…” She whispers. I nod. “Your thoughts just slipping away into the water as your body is carried by my words…”

“Now, I’m going to attach a helmet to you. This helmet is special – it has the power to make whoever wears it a little stupider. They forget some words here and there, some phrases, some thoughts… their mind just dulls. It’s a wonderful thing. I’m going to put it on you now.”

I feel the comforting texture of soft padding hug my head, holding me snug.

“How does that feel?”

I start to gather some thoughts. The sensation is strange, it feels like… it feels like…

“Weird,” I let out, followed by a soft giggle.

“Yeah? It feels weird?”

“Really weird,” I manage to get out after I-don’t-know-how-long of giggling.

“Tell me a bit about how it feels.”

Thoughts start to course through my head. The sensation is so unlike anything else. I start to think of mathematical functions that are… what’s the word… asym… asymmetrical? No, that’s not it. Asym… They go down, more and more, each bit… I… I don’t know.

I don’t know.

“I don’t know.”

“This helmet has a special function – this amazing feature – it has a dial on the back,” I hear, struggling to process the words as much as I just hear them and know them. “What that dial does, is, every time I put it up, it makes you a little dumber, makes it a little harder to think, makes you forget more words and more thoughts and more sentences. It’s at a one right now, and I’m going to put it up, okay?”

“Mhm,” I manage to let out – sounding like some intersection of a moan and a giggle.

“I’m going to turn it up now, up to a five.”

Click. Click, click. Click.

“How does that feel?”

A stream of murmured giggles releases without thought. “Really weird,” I start, “really weird!”

The few thoughts that are there are… They’re like, they’re not as there as they were there before… Like, before, they were –

“We’re going to try a little something now. I’m going to add a little thing to the helmet’s programming. I want you to think of a computer. You know what a computer is, don’t you?”

I softly nod after a moment of ‘thinking’.

“That’s good. Think of a computer, what it means, what it is, what it does. Think of all the computers that you know, all the ones that you use.

“Now I want you to let that word fade away out of your mind. Let it gently pass out, dissipating and falling away out of your brain. Forgetting it.”

Time passes.

“Now, can you tell me what a computer is?”

My forehead creases. I try to think… Computers, they’re like… they do… they…

“Open your eyes for me. What do you see in front of you?”

“I see…

“A monitor!”

A giggle, this time not from me.

“That’s okay, that’s a good answer. And tell me, what’s that monitor connected to?”

This is hard. What does it connect to? I look down to see a tall black box. Must be a spea… a sound thing, or something. I turn back up to the screen to see videos of me and her.

“Is it the internet?”

Another laugh. “That’s close enough.”

It’s at seven now, I think. I think?

“Now,” she whispers, her voice like… nice, smooth stuff, “Isn’t it so hard to think? So difficult to get those words out, but I’m going to help you with that. I know a way to make it so much easier. Do you want to hear what that is?”

“Mmph.” My lips curl into a little smile.

“From now on you’re going to find that whenever you need to answer, or reply, or say any sentence, you’re going to just say ‘Thinking is for other people’. Do you understand?”

I nod. A second passes.