It's just a kink thing, right?
Well, that's how it starts, anyway. You wander around the internet, and you find out about it one way or another.
You see it on a blog, or maybe you find a transformation sequence comic, maybe you hear about it in kink spaces. It doesn't matter how you learn about it. The simple fact is you've never been so intrigued by an idea in your life.
Previously intelligent and useful people becoming the prettiest, dumbest versions of themselves and living happier lives for it. Star employees, honor students - the kind of people you've always fit right in with - being reduced to brainless, sex crazed arm candy. Free at last from the expectation to perform and struggle like everyone else.
There's a feeling in the pit of your stomach as you fall down the rabbit hole, an undeniable draw towards whatever this is. It resonates with you in a way that's at once frightening and oh so arousing. You play it off as nothing at first, you see strange things on the internet all the time and think nothing of them. Why should this be any different? But this is different, and you know that, you can feel it in your gut.
Before too long, you find yourself coming back to the rabbit hole to learn more. You read more blogs, you look at before and after photos, you find more transformation sequences. You start to get desensitized to the idea that maybe being a little dumb isn't such a bad thing. You start to join some online communities, you make some posts where you act much dumber than you really are, with short, easy words and not much substance. It's just your little secret. No one needs to know.
But you can't seem to help yourself. You find yourself making jokes to your partner or a few close friends about what a dummy you are, and at first, they try to argue with you, thinking you're just being self depreciating. At first, they insist you're one of the smartest, most capable people they know, and you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. As they start to realize that what you're saying is more soft launch than self depreciation, they stop saying that. You enjoy the way that compliments about your brain and capabilities have started to slow down, and with them, the expectations that you'll be useful and competent 24/7. One day, you can't take it anymore, and you tell your partner, only to find that they are surprisingly receptive.
At first, you indulge in private. It's just a silly game the two of you play. It helps you relax, and it even spices things up in the bedroom. They seem to enjoy it just as much as you do, so what's the harm in playing dumb sometimes? Your game doesn't stay in the bedroom for long, though.
In fact, you start to wonder how much of a game it really is. You realize that your partner has started taking on more responsibilities and making more of the decisions. At first, it bothers you, but they reassure you that they can do enough thinking for the both of you, and they want you to have plenty of time for all your new interests and hobbies.
Calling them hobbies feels funny to you. Hobbies require you to use your brain. What you've been doing lately is different. You smoke an ungodly amount of weed on a daily basis, and you're high most of the time now, which makes playing dumb easier than ever. You shop for hours every week, you obsess over your appearance, you spend more time on your back or on your hands and knees than you could have imagined just a couple of months ago.
You start taking better care of yourself. You exercise a few times a week now, you develop a rigorous skincare routine, you tan regularly. You didn't see the point of wearing makeup all the time before, but now you hate the idea of leaving home without putting your face on. You've started to become a bit high maintenance, and it takes you over an hour to get ready to go anywhere now. But you look the best you ever had, and your confidence is through the roof.
Your aesthetic starts changing, almost imperceptibly at first. You used to be content with a t shirt and jeans, maybe a flannel here and there. Up to now, your wardrobe has consisted of black t-shirts and jeans, but you find yourself drawn to tight dresses, brighter colors, and increasingly revealing cuts of clothing. You find yourself passing on your old clothes in favor of looking more fashion forward and showing more skin. Eventually, you donate all your old clothes or give them away to friends.
Then you start to notice it's spilling over into other areas. The movies you watch and the things you read start to get a little more simple and saccharine. You used to read thick nonfiction books with big words. Now everything you read is about sex and romance.
What's more, you find yourself reaching for books less and less. Your attention span is getting more fried by the day, but you try to write it off as work exhaustion. But you know deep down that it's more than that, and that scares you a little.
The first time you start to realize you may be getting in too deep is when your friends start talking. You used to have lively intellectual discussions, but now most of what they say doesn't make much sense to you at all. You try to join in on the parts of the conversation you can understand, but it's all above your pay grade. They used to value your input when you still had input to give.
But now you can barely hold up your end of a conversation.
You can't keep up with your friends the way that they used to, and little by little, they're all starting to notice. What surprises you the most is that they don't seem to mind very much. They've already started to think of you as the token airhead of the group, and they seem to have fully adjusted to the idea.
Now they just smile at you while you spout silly nonsensical theories, and they humor you with a listening ear. When you're finally done talking, they respond by saying things like, "Oh, honey." or, "You're SO pretty." Part of you wants to be upset at how obvious it's becoming that they no longer see you as an equal with valuable input. But mostly, you're just happy to hear so many people tell you how pretty you are. No one seemed to notice your looks before, and it feels good to get so many compliments.
The changes at your job take you the longest to notice. People used to come to you for guidance and direction. They took your ideas seriously, and you kept your team afloat with your quick thinking and inventive nature. Now you find that everyone has gradually started picking up more and more slack for you. You get talked over in meetings on the rare occasion you have anything to say, and eventually, you stop being invited to meetings altogether.
All the tasks that were second nature before are becoming more confusing to you by the day. You find yourself asking for help so much that most of the time, the task just ends up getting reassigned to someone more fit for the job, and why wouldn't they? You're not a top performer anymore. Now you're just eye candy.
You worry about getting fired now that most of your responsibilities have been given to your coworkers. You talk to your boss about your concerns, but he assures you that your position is safe. After all, how could they can everyone's favorite personality hire? The other employees would riot - or worse- unionize. It dawns on you that, like it or not, you've become the office mascot, and even though your wages haven't changed, you'll never be anything more than that again.
You go home frustrated and distraught and start to think about what your life was before you found this damned kink. Sometimes, it makes you sad to think of the ways that people used to treat you like someone who really had something to say. You make up your mind that this has to end right now. You can still get out of this and make people take you seriously again. You just have to rediscover the things you cared about before you started letting your intellect trickle away.
You find a box of books you loved before. It's collected dust from being ignored for such a long time, but you are so eager to reacquaint yourself with the big words and complex issues that used to mean so much to you. But as soon as you open the first book, you find you're already confused by the things it says, it might as well be in another language for as much as you don't understand it. You try to think of all the things you used to know about the topic, you try to make yourself understand. But you just can't.
You sit on the floor and start to cry. You've lost so much of yourself in such a short time. You used to have ideas and values you cared about. You used to have hobbies, real hobbies, things that required skill and thought. You used to be someone people respected, and now the game you played has enveloped every aspect of your life, and you don't even recognize yourself anymore.
Your partner hears your sobs and comes to check on you. You know that you have big feelings and maybe once you had the words to describe them, but that was ages ago. You sob into their shoulder and tell them that everyone thinks you're dumb and useless and you want to be smart again. They smile compassionately and pull you close as you heave and cry and whimper.
They put a hand on your face and say,
"Oh, baby. You don't seem to realize what a gift you've been given. You get to live out your fantasy in a way most people never do. You used to be so tired and overworked all the time, your coworkers thought you were a cutthroat bitch and your friends were all intimidated by you. Now everyone loves you! No one cares that you're the dumbest girl in town, they're just happy to have you around."
You wipe your tears and blow your nose as they offer their comfort. There is a tiny, infinitesimal part of you that knows their words should bother you. You should be arguing or defending yourself. But you wonder if maybe they're right. People have been so much more excited to see you and spend time with you lately, you've made so many new friends everywhere you go.
You look up at your partner. They smile at you softly. You blink back the last round of tears.
"So you don't think I'm just a useless bimbo?" You ask
"Oh, you're definitely a bimbo now, no two ways about it. You're the most beautiful and empty headed woman I've ever met. But you are far from useless." they say.
"But how am I useful?" you ask.
"Come upstairs and I'll show you" they say with a mischievous grin.
You spend the next two hours being fucked mercilessly in every hole. You scratch, and moan, whimper, and suck, so eager to please them and show how useful you can really be. They show you their gratitude in no uncertain terms. When it's over, they hold you in their arms, and you feel yourself getting sleepy.
As you lay there, sweat drenched and dripping wet, you start nodding off. You realize that this is what you want. You've found your life's purpose, and that purpose is to make everyone around you happy by being a gorgeous idiot with a bright smile and a body that won't quit. You're not useless at all, and now you're determined to be used by as many people as possible.
