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slyratex · 2 months
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I had always been a smart guy. IQ 180, an all As student, summa cum laude graduate, one of the youngest scientists in my faculty.
That is, until I was challenged by one of the jocks from my old school to listen to his favourite song. I had always looked down onto him for his simple taste in music and now he dared me to listen to it without giving in to the beat. ‚You cant judge what you don‘t know, right? That‘d be so stupid!‘, he mocked me when I hesitated, not knowing what I could gain from listening to something else than Mozart or Vivaldi.
I couldn‘t leave this challenge without reply, so I took the bet and listened to that tune of some guy called ‚Timmy Trumpet‘. https://youtu.be/D4m737SW2yc?si=upG5zB5Y_HKoKA9y After just one second I knew I hated this style of music. But I had to keep going to not lose the bet, so I decided to just endure this test.
‚I play my games, you work away the day! You’re blowing up your brains for something smart to say!‘
Yes, that‘s me.
‚But I don’t wanna know it, rather focus on the fun!‘
Yes, that‘s him.
‚So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
I‘d definitely do that.
‚Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
Did they have to repeat it so often? I just counted 26 times! Well, I think that‘s because the typical audience of that supposed ‚artist‘ can‘t memorise more lyrics than that. But just as I was thinking that, an image of said artist flashed before my eyes, looking at me as if he was swearing revenge for insulting him.
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‚But I don’t wanna know it rather focus on the fun! So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
34! I caught my feet going with the beat and instantly stopped it. No chance he was winning this bet!
‚Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
55! I suddenly felt like I had forgotten something. But I couldn‘t figure out what it was.‘
‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
76! I recognised that strange feeling was connected to a drop. A drop? A drop of what? A drop of temperature? No, it was actually getting rather hot and I felt the urge to pull of my shirt.‘
‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
97! Was it the beat dropping? Hell, yeah! Timmy Trumpet always dropped the beat like a pro! I didn‘t even know what dropping the beat meant, being new to all this, but who cared?
‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
118! I suddenly realised what was dropping, but it was too late. With every ‚dumb‘, my IQ was dropping down! Something told me it had to be… like… half a point per repetition? Damn, that sounded like math… how many ‚dumb’s had there been? Divided by two… damn, this is hard… and subtracted from… and… 121!?! That‘s barely scratching the mark for being highly intelligent! Come on, this has to be a bad joke!
‚I’m just a jerk in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
123. A jerk. One, two, three. Just a jerk. Yeah, these are numbers I can work with. A jerk in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb. I couldn‘t stop going along with the lyrics while my old class mate smiled at me like a silly jerk.
‚I’ve got a worth in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
128 ‚dumb’s and my IQ dropped down to 114, only one standard deviance over average. No, I can‘t let him do that to me! I’m special! I have a worth in the world of the smart and educated! I‘ve got inventions to create and discoveries to make!
‚I won’t be the one you want!‘
Right!
‚If you can’t be one with dumb!‘
Oh, damn! I have to be one with dumb! Wait, that doesn‘t even make sense grammatically!‘
‚Cause I’m just a jerk in the world of the dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
134! Ha! One, three, four! Haha! Did I forget one number? Hahaha! Who cares? I‘m just a jerk!
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Suddenly I found myself singing out loud along with the song:
‚I play my games you work away the day! You’re blowing up your brains for something smart to say!‘
Stupid nerds wasting their time with work and learning when there are weights to be lifted, parties to be held, holes to be filled!
‚But I don’t wanna know it rather focus on the fun!‘
They‘re the stupid ones. I‘m the genius, because I don‘t waste time trying to be one!
‚So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!
And my jerk bro joined in, both of us jumping and partying like idiots:
‚Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb! But I don’t wanna know it rather focus on the fun! So you can go ahead and call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
169! Hahaha! 69! So good! I laughed. I didn’t even know why. I just had fun. I didn’t even count anymore. And the beat dropped, and my IQ dropped, all down to 95, and we dropped our shirts and showed off our jock bodies. And while all of it dropped down, Timmy Trumpet bowed down, as an artist having finished another masterpiece.
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And I bowed down in front of him, thanking him, laying my drained out IQ points to the ground before him, giving my life to him to never have any goals again than getting swole and partying half naked to his great songs.
‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
And as the song faded, my favourite song from my favourite artist, my thoughts faded into simplicity, my IQ settling at a comfy 85, one standard deviance below average, right before the beginning of a light learning disability. Not that I was interested in complex stuff like that anymore. Or even able to comprehend it. All I knew was that I had reached the jerk spot, that sweet spot right between your everyday stupidity and concerning imbecility, where I was still able to manage my daily routine and training plans, but was assured to get a headache from hard stuff like… doing equations and reading science stuff. So I think I‘ll make sure to stay far away from that shit from now on!
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I put the song on repeat to make my IQ click into place and lock it where it was to make sure I‘d never lose that silly happiness and fun a jerk like me enjoyed. And I proudly sang along:
‚Call me dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb!‘
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next-pharaoh · 7 months
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GET BLACKED
You move into a black neighborhood, you go outside to shop, and you can't stop looking at the black dude's juicy asses and thick dick prints. They're walking everywhere, with their relaxed, vacant expressions and confident walks. But wait, there's a weird noise bothering you.
Beep 
It sounds like basketball players' shoes.
Beep
You're looking around you, but you don't see any basketball players.
Beep
You're starting to find this weird noise annoying, and you turn to one beautiful black guy to ask him what that is. As you were about to approach him, you couldn't look away from his thick, dick print and musclular body; you could visibly see his nipples peeking out of his white singlet. The contrast between the white of his singlet and his rich brown ebony skin makes you nervous to approach him, and you feel your dick hardening. As he notices your nervousness, he asks you
"u good?"
You nervously said yes and-
Beep
You asked him if he also heard this annoying noise. He was irritated and said no. But as he realized you're new here, he offered you his blunt of weed.
"U needa relax bro."
You took the blu-
Beep
You took the blunt and followed his command. You shaped your mouth to an O-shape to inhale the blunt, but then you realized that your lips began to itch. You tried to scratch your lips, but the stranger told you to relax once more, continue to inhale more and more, and stop worrying about your itchy lips. After 2 minutes, you feel bubbly and kind of high. Then the stranger gave you another blunt, this time with something special. As you inhaled it, you felt your whole body itching and your lips starting to inflate, akin to African features. The guy then approaches you to undress your shirt. With your topless body, he kisses every part of your upper body while you are happily high and enjoying the sensation.
Your hair starts to curl up, and your skin is starting to darken because of the bits of DNA from the saliva of the stranger that seeped into your skin. He is spitting into your upper body, and your skin soaks in more and more of his liquid. You feel pure ecstasy as you're happily high. Your skull structure Africanized, and your prognathism became prominent; it perfectly complements your now thick kissable lips. Your nose widened, and your nose thrills could finally inhale more of the pheremones given by the stranger and the weed.
As you inhaled too much of the weed, you knocked out and lied there. As you did, your dick size dynamically inflated, and the stranger saw your dick print becoming bigger and bigger. Your body is adjusting to the new requirements of your new body, which thus allows more blood to flow into your dick than your brain.
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And as you woke up before the stranger, he asked you if you had something.
"u hear sumn?"
And you said,
"I ain't hear nun"
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thejockout · 11 months
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So I’m pretty smart and non-confrontational but stand my ground when necessary, yet it can be stressful and when I’m off work and just having fun I would like to be a himbo. Also while I like having what I want clear, I find the idea of being a sub really hot. Is there any way to have it both ways? Can I be the intelligent professional and also the sexy, happy himbo when I just want to stop thinking and have fun? And should I call you sir?
Short answer: yes to the professional/dumb duality, and "if you wanna" to the Sir thing, but I can tell you do want to.
Longer answer: It's early and I haven't been up long, so be warned this isn't going to be the most eloquent response in the world. Howeverrr. To make things easy, my stance is that the risks of 'dumbing' in hypnosis are hugely overblown by subs (including myself once upon a time) and represent a misunderstanding of how causing such an effect could actually be done. To be perfectly honest, if all the depth a hypnotist gives their dumbing is to put you in a trance and tell you over and over again that you're an idiot or that you love making mistakes, etc etc, you have nothing to fear from that kind of suggestion ruining your life. Are there files which represent a potentially dangerous level of dumbing? Sure. I'd probably shout out Vive's dumbing conditioning series as an example of that, where I believe that file system's engine really could have a lot of knock-on effects outside of trance.
But generally speaking, when tists like me or most other muscle/jock/himbo tf boys talk about dumbing, it's either done in so abstract a sense that it's up to the sub to decide what dumb actually means to them, or it's explicitly clarified to be more about becoming laid back, not giving a shit, etc. than it is actually 'losing intelligence' or something.
And to be honest, even that concept is so vague it's hard to make firm statements on - what does 'losing intelligence' mean, in a specific sense? Does it mean flubbing your words, changing your hobbies, losing the power to count past ten...? Everyone's going to have a different answer. But for my money, I believe THAT kind of dumbing to be the more unattainable kind. It can be achieved by hypnotic conditioning, but conditioning always fades with time, and the level of work required to keep someone in that state is just too much. (Sleepingirl's "The Brainwashing Book" covers a lot of this in more detail.)
SO.
All this is to say that in my dichotomy, the question isn't "can you be a drooling moron for half the day and a regular, competent person the other half?" Instead, it's more "can you be dumber, codeword less in your head and less inhibited by shame and higher thought, in specific circumstances and retain your normal self-awareness in others?" And the answer to that one is definitely yes. I'm not going to dig into how that'd be done right now because I've written enough and that wasn't your question, but hopefully this answered... something.
Basically man, you can do what you want. The only limits with this kinda thing, beyond common sense ones, are the ones you imagine for yourself. I mean, if nothing else, hypnotic triggers exist and can be very effective; why shouldn't you be able use some to be dumb sometimes and not at others?
(Also, as for whether you can sub while having a clear idea of what you want and needing that to be respected... yes, you can. And you should. That's just having good boundaries. You should never submit without knowing that ultimately, even in a domsub dynamic, you are PLAYING the role of a submissive/inferior and the truth is that you both get equal say in what happens.)
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transformation4life · 2 years
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Beardify
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You all know the app beardify, but I think something is wrong with my version cause this beard ain’t coming off. In fact the app seems to have not just given me facial hair but a whole new body to fit with it. Ma beard is too powerful- oh it’s a changin’ me too much! Must Resi.... 
Oy what do ya want with me?
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mamatater · 3 months
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The spouse is getting curious about tumblr
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yeehawpim · 8 months
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a comic about fix-it fanfics
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jellyjamheadobb · 16 days
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next-pharaoh · 3 months
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Americanization and subsequent Africanization of Europe is best
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You had been at the pool all day, enjoying the sun and the water. But you had been keeping an eye on the man you had seen earlier. He had been sitting at the edge of the pool, shirtless and wearing glasses, his eyes hidden by the reflective lenses. You had been drawn to him, feeling like he had been looking at you for the entire time you were in the pool.
Finally, you had the courage to approach him, to find out why he had been looking at you. He smiled as you approached, beckoning you to sit down. You couldn't help but admire his body, his strong features and close-cut beard, his furry chest. You caught a whiff of him, something that you wanted more of that seemed to pull you forward. You felt yourself distracted by it even as he began to talk, your responses habitual as you felt yourself speak.
You felt yourself becoming more and more entranced just by being close. You wanted more. He could see it in your eyes as they began to glaze over, becoming more and more suggestible. He brought his arm up above his head, and you couldn't look away from the dark tendrils of fur in his pit. Its aroma was both mouthwatering and intoxicating, the source of his heavenly scent.
You wanted to be engulfed in it, to be taken away by it. The world seemed to fall forward onto you as your vision became blocked by his body, your nose directly in his scent. You felt your mind slipping away, your body pulled into the scent as it completely dominated your will.
You were completely under his control, unable to tear away from his essence. Once marked you were his, for better or for worse, forever entranced by the Daddy's musk.
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captainjonnitkessler · 5 months
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Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
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erinsintra · 6 months
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such a raw-ass pose. do you think they were asked to pose like this or they just did that
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nonetoon · 7 months
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bigstinkybruh · 2 years
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Check out another great addition to this series
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tyanis · 9 months
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Kinda feel like there's some untapped meme/reaction image potential from old horror movie trailers...
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mr-malumm · 3 months
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Caught spying on his hate boyfriend
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ruushes · 4 months
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sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)
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