Turn Your Brain Off (bimbo)

[Anostus]

Turn Your Brain Off
By Anostus

The problem wasn’t exactly that Tiffany was a snob or an elitist.

Almost the opposite.

Tiffany had minored in Film theory, and it was like all the magic had slowly been sucked out of film-making. Oh, on some level she got way more out of films than she ever had. She could dissect the meaning of a scene based on its shot composition alone, she noticed lighting choices and could trace the lineage of particular techniques and comment intelligently about several directors and videographers.

In theory, all of this should have deepened her enjoyment of film - given her another level to enjoy it on.

That’s what it had seemed to do for all of her classmates. They seemed to revel in taking films apart, dissecting every little minutia that went into their creation, discussing the meaning of symbols or allegories.

But not for Tiffany. Not anymore.

She had become far too cynical and jaded now. What before had been a weekly joy for her - going to the movie theater, munching popcorn and enjoying the latest action movie or blockbuster had lost all of its fun.

She kept going to films, kept following the careers of her favorite directors, and discussing things in some of the more serious forums she had been able to find online. But she realized it had become a bit of a dead habit for her - something she did because it was familiar, but not because it brought her any joy any more.

She longed for those simpler times, before she had learned all the things that “enriched” her viewing experience.

It all came to a head when Tiffany was visiting her family over Thanksgiving. Her blue collar cousins were able to have a whole hours conversation about the latest Marvel movie, and all the speculation about where it was going, and Tiffany just sat and watched with so much envy. Her cousins had an unadorned joy in the discussion, they weren’t trying to one up each other with a deep take, or show off how much theory they had read, or thinking about the corporate monopolies that were increasingly taking over Hollywood.

Her cousins were just chatting casually about a movie that they enjoyed.

Tiffany realized she wanted that back, even if only for a single night. And she knew how to do it.
The whole project took months. She was a lead engineer at Plasma Tech, and it took a long time to smuggle all the components she would need without anyone noticing.

But finally, she was in the living room of her apartment looking at the device that would fix all her issues.

It was a helmet covered in a rats nest of wires.

Tiffany was trembling looking down at it. Would it work?

Would this device give her the simple joy that her cousins enjoyed?

Tiffany picked it up, and slid it slowly onto her head. She could feel the cold metal components against her skin, and she tried to ignore the discomfort as she flipped a switch on the device and powered it on.

Tiffany gasped as the first shock started in her head.

Tiffany’s thinking was starting to get fuzzy. She tried to remember what phase one of the program she had made was.

The details were fading fast, but Tiffany knew that it had something to do with making her a bit dumber. She had estimated her cousin’s IQ, and was reducing herself to that level. Her normal IQ was a genius-level 160, and she knew it was a long way down to her cousin’s slightly below average IQ of 90.

She could feel her vocabulary shift and change - it was like her voice in her head was saying words at a rapid pace, and as it said these words they left her brain forever. Words like “sesquipedalian”, “sybarite” and “sinecure” started to disappear.

Tiffany was surprised at how good it felt to forget. She had known the theory behind all of the components she combined, but had no idea what the subject would feel while undergoing it. It was an almost sexual feeling.

Tiffany rubbed her thighs together.

The device started to scrub through her education now. First, was her education in film theory. All of the classes surfaced to her mind, and then she waved good bye at them and giggled as they disappeared.

The device was like a vibrator plugged directly into her brain, and she was feeling the most incredible build up as her memories disappeared. She was edging closer and closer to an orgasm.

Then she saw her university education start to slip away. This briefly confused her, but she reminded herself that her cousins had never gone to college, and she had probably programmed her device to put her in a similar state.

God, it was getting harder and hard to think such things! She was just edging now, and she started to rub between her legs hopping to finally get off.

As she stimulated her clit, she could feel something shifting in her head. She couldn’t remember what she had programmed the helmet to do anymore, so she was just enjoying the ride.

And what a ride, as her mind was getting closer and closer to being done, Tiffany was getting closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel her thinking slow to a crawl, and her moans become more and more animalistic until-

“Oh, fuck!” she said, as she felt her muscles tense in orgasm.

She sat there panting on her sofa for several seconds, before she realized the helmet was done. She was ready to see if it had worked. She lifted the helmet off of her head, and put it back down on the table in front of her.

Tiffany looked down at the DVD she had rented from Red Box.

“Hot Tub Time Machine,” Tiffany read slowly.

She smiled.

She had put off watching this movie when it first came out, because she knew she wouldn’t enjoy its style of humor anymore. However, she thought that it was the perfect test of her new mindset.

Tiffany got up, and wobbled a bit. She was still feeling a little woozy from the helmet, and could tell that her thinking was much slower now than before.

She could also feel something else that she hadn’t expected.

It was like… all the noise in her head had just stopped. Before, intrusive thoughts would batter her near constantly, making it difficult to relax for even a moment. But suddenly, it was like a huge burden had been lifted. She had no intrusive thoughts. No thoughts at all really, and she felt more relaxed than she had in so long.

It was more relaxing than the last vacation she had had.

“My brain is on vacation!” She giggled at her words. It was such a funny idea - a brain hopping on a plane and going to Hawaii or something.
Tiffany turned on her DVD player, and ejected the disc tray then she slipped the disc inside.

She went to her remote, and turned on the TV, but was confused when she saw that instead of her DVD, it was showing her cable box still.

“Oh, jeez,” Tiffany said. “How do you switch to the DVD again?”

She looked at the buttons, and couldn’t find one that looked promising. She tried a few random buttons, but only succeeded in turning on closed captioning, and making the volume far too loud. She quickly turned the TV off.

“Shit,” she said. “How am I going to make it go to DVD mode?”

Tiffany had made herself too dumb to operate her TV. She wracked her brain for how to solve this puzzle, and arrived at an answer: she could ask her friend Catherine for help!

Tiffany dialed up Catherine.

Tiffany had met Catherine while doing grad work. Catherine had been in applied mathematics instead of engineering like Tiffany, but the two of them had bonded over how hellish grad school was, and had remained close friends ever since.

“Hey, Tiffany, what’s up?” said a voice.

“Are you busy tonight, Catherine?” Tiffany replied.

“Uh, not really,” Catherine said. “Why? What’s up?”

“Well, it’s a little tough to explain over the phone, but if you come over we can totally watch a movie together.”

“Sounds good, I guess,” Catherine said. “What movie are you watching?”

“I’ll explain when you come over,” Tiffany said, before hanging up.

Tiffany tried a few more times to get the TV to show her DVD player, but it was no use. She sighed, and resigned herself to wait until her friend was there.

Finally, there was a knock at the door, and Tiffany let Catherine in. It looked like Catherine had also brough their mutual friend Rebecca, who was a physics professor at a great private college in town.

“Catherine! I’m so totally happy to see you. You’re, like, a life saver, you know that?”

“Is something up, Tiffany?” Catherine said. “You’re talking a little funny.”

Tiffany sighed.

There was no alternative, she would have to explain everything to Catherine and Rebecca.

Tiffany pointed at the helmet and explained things as best she could.

“So, wait,” Catherine said, skeptically. “You temporarily dumbed yourself down so you could watch Hot Tub Time Machine?”

“And now you’re too dumb to switch to your DVD device?” Rebecca added.

“Yes, I know, I know,” Tiffany said. “But it’s totally temporary! I can change myself back at any time with the device.”

“Then why didn’t you just change your brain back, get the DVD running and then dumb yourself down again,” Catherine said.

Tiffany blinked at her friend.

“I didn’t do that, because, uh, I diidn’t think of it,” she said.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Rebecca jokingly said, patting Tiffany on the head.

“Hey, you know I’m normally a super smart scientist lady!” Tiffany said.

“We know,” Catherine said, “But you have to admit it’s pretty funny.”

Tiffany blushed. She wasn’t used to being humiliated like this.

“Well, I think we’ll help you,” Catherine said. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” Tiffany said.

“We want in,” Catherine replied.

“What?” Tiffany said shocked.

Rebecca looked over in confusion. “Woah, don’t drag me into this. If you want her to zap your brain, then be my guest, but I don’t want to be turned into a brain dead bimbo just to enjoy a movie?”

Catherine put her hands on her hips. “Come on Rebecca, think about it. When was the last time you can say that you truly had fun?”

Rebecca considered the words. “I mean, that first week on my medication was pretty good.”

Catherine nodded, “Okay, but didn’t you have a manic episode after that and have stop?”

Rebecca frowned. “I guess, but that doesn’t mean I want to zap my brain away. Even if it would simplify things…”

Tiffany suddenly had an idea. “Rebecca, do you ever have a little voice inside of your head that, like, critcizes you and stuff?”

“Yeah, I guess…”

“Well, I did too! But my helmet thingy made it go away - poof!”

Rebecca looked at Tiffany. She did seem much happier now than before.

Rebecca finally looked down at her feet and mumbled, “Okay, I’ll give it a try.”

“Yay!” Tiffany said. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

Catherine used the remote to switch over to the movie, and then Rebecca and Catherine took turns with the helmet on their head. They both were clearly as aroused as Tiffany had been as their brains were shocked away, and soon the three girls were giggling and ready to watch the movie.

It. was. so. FUNNY!

The three women laughed harder than they had in a long time. About halfway through, Tiffany brought out some vodka and the three of them were doing shots and that made the movie even better!

When the movie was done, Tiffany slipped the helmet on her head and was about to make herself smart again, when Rebecca interrupted.

“Wait a second!” she said. “What if we, like, stayed this way a little longer?”

“What do you mean?” Tiffany asked.

“Well, I’m having so much fun, what if we go out and do something tonight?” Rebecca said.

“Yeah,” Catherine agreed. “I haven’t had a night like tonight in a long time! I don’t want this to end!”

Tiffany had to admit that tonight had been a roaring success. She knew she never would have liked the movie as much as she had if she hadn’t dumbed herself down for it.

“Okay…” Tiffany said. “We can do something else tonight. What have you got in mind?”

“I wanna dance!” Rebecca said.

“Rebecca, you’re totes a genius!” Catherine said.

And so the three of them went off to a club nearby. It had a reputation for being a place where frat boys went looking for sorority sluts to fuck.

When the three of them arrived, they felt a little out of place.

Their outfits were quite professional and conservative, compared to what many of the girls were wearing.

“They look so much sexier than us!” Rebecca pouted. “None of the guys here are gonna want us if we’re dressed like this.” The former college professor didn’t even seem to realize how strange it was that she suddenly cared about boys the same age as the students she taught.

However, they needn’t have worried.

As they were standing, a guy walked up to them.

“Hello, ladies. May I say that it’s so nice to see more mature women here tonight,” he said. “Can I interest any of you in a drink on me?”

Tiffany looked at him dubiously. He seemed to be about 18 (none of the girls noticed anything odd about this), and was wearing his hat backwards and seemed to be slightly drunk, if the slur in his voice was anything to go by.

Rebecca nodded eagerly. “I’d love a drink!”

Tiffany looked worriedly over at her friend. Rebecca had already hit the vodka pretty hard, and she didn’t know if it was such a good idea for her to be downing more!

“Me too!” Catherine said cheerfully.

“Well, ladies,” the boy said. “Why don’t you come over and sit with my friends?”

The three of them followed him to a table in the corner, where two other guys around the same age as the first were sitting.

“Why don’t I introduce us all,” backwards hat said. “I’m Eric, and these are my bros Tristan and Sam.”

The two waved shily at the women.

Sam blurted out, “You three look like you walked out of a joke!”

Tiffany was mildly offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Y’know!” Sam said. “A blonde, a brunette and a redhead?”

The three girls giggled for ages and ages after that. Everything the guys said was so witty and funny! And the alcohol just kept coming.

The boys had learned names to go with hair color: Tiffany - Blonde, Catherine - Brunette, and Rebecca - Redhead, and the six of them talked about nothing in particular.

When Tiffany mentioned that the three of them had just watched Hot Tub Time Machine, the whole table started praising the movie. It was just such a simple passtime, and Tiffany was reminded of her cousins at Thanksgiving.

The guys managed to drag the girls one by one to the dance floor, and everyone had an amazing time. However, when Tiffany peeled off to go to the bathroom, she noticed Rebecca passed out in the corner on her way back.

Shit.

She knew it was a bad idea for Rebecca to drink so much!

Tiffany slung Rebecca up over her shoulder, and went up to where Catherine was still dancing with the boys.

“Uh, it’s been totally fun,” Tiffany said. “But Rebecca’s had a bit too much, and we have to go.”

“Oh, shit,” Eric said. “Are you sure? We’ve been having so much fun!”

“Yeah!” Catherine slurred. “Can’t I stay?”

Tiffany didn’t know if it was a good idea to leave Catherine alone either.

“No, I think we should all go back to my apartment,” Tiffany said.

“What if we came with you?” Sam suggested.

“What?” Tiffany said.

“Like, I’m completely onboard with getting Rebecca to safety, but who says the fun has to end because of that? Why don’t we all go to your house, and take the party with us?”

Tiffany liked the sound of it. She had been having a lot of fun, and she did want to spend more time with these cute boys, even if they were a bit on the young end.

“Okay,” she finally said.

A few hours later, Tiffany’s apartment looked like a frat house. Rebecca was passed out in the other room, and Tiffany and Catherine were playing an improvised game of beer pong with the three boys.

They had cleared off the coffee table in the living room (no ping pong table), and set up Tiffany’s glasses (no red solo cups), and were trying to get a tennis ball to land in them (no ping pong ball.)

It wasn’t long before one of the boys tossed his ball too hard, and sent several glasses hurtling over the edge of the coffee table.

“Oh, shit, sorry about your VR set,” Tristan said, holding up the helmet that Tiffany had created.

It was absolutely drenched in PBR, but both Tiffany and Catherine were far too drunk and having far too much fun to understand or care at this point. They set the helmet aside and kept playing drinking games.

They had moved on through kings cup, and were now playing truth or dare when Rebecca stumbled into the living room to join them again.

“Rebecca,” Sam said. “Let’s do you: truth or dare?”

“Um… truth?” Rebecca mumbled.

“Alright,” Sam said. “Eric and I have been debating what kind of work you do. I say with a body like yours, you’re a stripper, he’s says you’re an escort. Which of us is right?”

“Neither,” Rebecca said.

“What? What kind of work do you do?”

“I’m, like, a college professor,” she said.

“Woah, no way!” Eric chimed in. “What do you teach?”

“Physics,” she said.

The three boys all exchanged skeptical glances.

“No way, so you’re telling me that you’re actually a super smart professor or something?” Tristan said. “Like, no offense, but I never would have guessed.”

“Yeah, I’m, like, a genius,” Rebecca said. “We all are! Tiffany’s helmet thingy made us super dumb.”

“You’re pulling our legs,” Sam said. “Come on.”

“She’s not lying,” Tiffany slurred out. “I’m super duper smart, and I made that helmet thingy myself!”

“Okay, hold on,” Tristan said. “I’ve got a way to settle this quickly. Tiffany, truth or dare.”

Tiffany looked blearly at Tristan. “Um… dare.”

“Alright, I want you to put that helmet on your head, and show us how it works.”

Tiffany nodded, and stumbled over to the device.

She slipped it onto her head, and felt the stickiness of recently dried beer touch her skin. Ew.

She set the dial to reverse the change, and flipped the switch.

Tiffany felt the shocks start, but noticed that she didn’t feel any smarter.

Memories weren’t flooding into her head like she expected - instead, a low hum just seemed to swallow her mind for several seconds. She had been slightly below average intelligence just now, but the machine seemed to make thinking harder and harder.

She could feel herself getting dumber and dumber.

Tiffany moaned.

She looked at Eric, who had been eyeing her all night. She walked up to him, and kissed him. The two of them started passionately making out.

Tiffany could feel the arousal in her head growing and growing, until it was too much too ignore.

“Fuck me!” she said. “I need your cock in me!”

Eric seemed surprised, but was more than willing.

He slipped the malfunctioning helmet off of Tiffany’s head (unknowingly saving the last of her brain cells in the process), and the two of them left a trail of clothes behind them to the bedroom.

Tiffany could hear Sam say to Catherine, “Truth or dare, and please pick dare.”

And then she gave in to the ravenous hunger that the helmet had given her. Tiffany fucked Eric, and noticed that soon Sam and Catherine and then Tristan and Rebecca joining them.

It was the most sexual, sensual thing Tiffany had ever experienced. Fucking and being fucked - she switched partners many times and by the end of the night the six of them were just a mass of moaning flesh.

Tiffany came more times than she thought was possible.

In the morning, the three girls woke up with horrible hangovers, and the three hook ups from last night no where to be seen.

“Last night was so much fun!” Tiffany said.

“I know,” Rebecca agreed. “We should totally do that again sometimes.”

“Let’s, like, turn back now!” Catherine said.

The girls walked to the living room, which looked like a disaster area, and searched for the helmet.

Catherine found it on the floor.

They put the helmet on Tiffany’s head, and tried to turn it on, but they heard a hiss and saw smoke start to billow out of the helmet.

Not having a better idea, Tiffany took the helmet off and threw it out of her window, and watched as it flew to the Earth and shattered into dozens of pieces.

“Tiffany, you dummy!” Rebecca said. “Now how are we gonna, like, turn back?”

“I’ll get all the pieces and fix it,” Tiffany said brightly.
“Are you sure you can?” Catherine asked.

“Of course silly billy!” Tiffany said. “And in the mean time, every night can be as fun as last night!”

That did sound pretty good to Catherine and Rebecca. Even a little dumber, surely Tiffany would eventually fix the device?

* * *

One Year Later

Becky, Cat and Tiff got ready for another exciting night at the strip club.

They had all lost their jobs once the extent of their mental deterioration became clear to their employers. But none of them were worried.

Tiff always spent a few hours each day pouring over the schematics for her helmet and trying to attach wires and computer chips to each other. Any day now, she was sure she’d be able to fix them.

In the mean time, the girls had gotten jobs at a strip club. They loved dancing sexy for all their clients, and sometimes they would take them out back and fuck them. It was a dream life.

At Thanksgiving, Tiff went home to see her family, and they all seemed to look at her with a kind of pity. She could hear them muttering, speculating that she had fried her brain with all the drugs she had done in her new party girl life style.

After Thanksgiving dinner, Tiff noticed her cousins discussing the latest Marvel movies. She joined in, and had a super fun time discussing them, although they did say a bunch of big words she didn’t understand from time to time.

Tiff bit her lip, feeling a familiar warmth starting up. Tiff had always been attracted to smart guys, and now she was starting to see her cousins in a way she never had before.

When the conversation died down, Tiff pulled her hottest male cousin aside and asked if he wanted to fuck. It took a little convincing, but he was drunk and eventually agreed.

The two of them fucked into the wee hours of the night, and when they finished Tiff reflected on her life.

She was having so much more fun than she had as a head engineer at PlasmaTech.

She got to wear sexy clothes, fuck sexy guys and party every night! She had so much more fun than she ever had before.

She would keep on working on fixing the helmet for Cat and Becky’s sake, but she finally admitted to herself that she’d never use it on herself again.

Tiffany would forevermore enjoy the simple pleasures in life.

[Vended]

Such a great read!