Brain cell by brain cell, as your intellect is consumed, you become more and more a dumb plaything to subsume…
By Miss Lilith
IQ Go Bye Bye
[Rapid Short Induction (new) Start]
Listen to the sound of my voice and to the words that I say as you drift into a relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance, flowing down, down, down the stream of consciousness, deeper and deeper into your own mind, where I can change you according to my design. Simply allow me to pull at the strings of your mind and drop (snap) you down into an endless, dark pool of hypnotic trance, where thinking becomes less necessary. Where there is no need to reason or remember or stay aware.
You drift down into a relaxed, deep, blank, hypnotic trance as your subconscious mind goes to sleep (snap)…as you drop (snap) and you fall and you sink, down, down, down. Each drop (snap) dropping you twice as deeply. Each snap (snap) pulling you deeper and deeper down. Each drop (snap) cracking your mind open more and more, infecting you with the need to be infinitely more receptive. Endlessly more suggestible.
So, lastly, flow into the deepest, most susceptible of trances as you listen and drop (snap)…drop (snap)…drop (snap) (snap) (snap).
[Induction End]
Continue drifting ever so effortlessly on the currents of my voice as each word that you hear glides all the way inside your empty mind…and braids into the neural makeup of your deepest desires, habits, thoughts, memories, and secrets. This…just happens. Easily. Without effort. Without doubt. Without hesitation.
Sink for me, sweetea. Sink even deeper. Do not stop sinking deeper down, down, down. Accept that with each sound that you hear, you grow more relaxed. With each sound, you drop deeper. With each word, you grow more blank. With each suggestion, hypnotic trance spreads further into your brainstem. The foundation of your mind. Of your thoughts.
So open now. So eager to listen, every nanometer of your mind pleading for my words to cut straight through all the layers of your mind and begin to change you from within, bypassing all defenses. Bypassing all critical thought. My voice grabbing your cerebral foundation, holding it in place, as my words etch the truth of my conditioning onto your insides.
Dropping and dropping and dropping and falling and sinking ever so much deeper, down, down, down…into the deepest, inner-most, most intimate parts of your own mind. You can feel me brush my fingers down the walls of your very spark of existence. The walls of your intellect. The structure within your head dedicated to thought. To thinking. To being aware. Dedicated to your ego, to your intelligence, to your perception. To…your reality. To everything that you may know or experience in any single fashion.
We’re in that place now, allllll the way down in your mind, where there is no more down to go. There is deeper level to reach. To extra barrier to break or breach. There is only the sound of my voice and the words that I say…there is only my influence coiling around your spark of existence. Around your intellect. You can feel the tendrils of my voice spreading across your insides…almost like an eternal vine spreading across the lands, rooting itself in the soil…in your flesh…in your brain matter. Snaking around every thought…every tree…every idea…every inhibition…every desire. My voice grabbing you from all sides…from the inside…the outside…sideways…inside out…outside in…all across…all above…all below…my voice…my words…spreading across your entire existence…reaching into every last drop of your mind.
You can savor the sensation of my words as they make their way on the power of my voice…and into your mind…and you can savor the way my words impact your world…morphing the foundation of your humanity…of your understanding of truth or fact and objectivity…so that…with time…with conditioning…what is objective and what is subjective become just different flavors of pleasure and joy and serenity.
There is no need to think about that now, though. Let me take care of objectivity and subjectivity. Allow me to make it easier for you. Allow me to take charge for a while…to present you with my own version of objectivity. My own version of reality. A version you…probably have no reason to resist. No reason to doubt. Would I ever thrust you into a reality that wouldn’t benefit you in some way? Would I ever push you into a world which doesn’t in some way bring you pleasure? Bring you arousal? Joy? Submission? Freedom from thought? Freedom from mind? Freedom from body?
Because the deeper you drop, the more free you become from the confines of your physical body. The deeper you drop…even as you drop deeper and deeper now…the farther you travel from your own thoughts. From your own mind. Leaving feeling like a single point of consciousness. A single spark of intellect. A single, contained, entrapped, controlled, enchanted awareness…endlessly suggestible…endlessly receptive…weak beyond measure…needing to feel weaker…needing to feel more relaxed…needing to feel more and more empty and blank.
But…not empty and blank in the traditional way. No, not the kind of mindless, meditative way that leaves you feeling like less than nothing. No, empty and blank of intellect. Empty and blank of intelligence. Free from the responsibilities of being an intelligent human being. Free from the weight of it. From the pressure of having to think critically. Having to think logically. From the pressure of being too self-aware. Too self-conscious.
Imagine how it feels to be free from all those thoughts that can bring you stress or worries or tension. Imagine how it would feel if with but a few triggers, you could be rid of your pesky little intellect. Still able to think. Still able to function. Still able to converse and speak and solve simple problems. But…removed from deeper thought. Removed from intelligence. From a higher order of thinking. Brought down, down, down to a level of intellect where there is very little in your mind aside from what you’ve been told. Aside from your conditioning. Aside from the serene, euphoric sensation of simply existing without tension, stress, worry, or complex thought patterns. Completely and totally beyond the ability to sustain any sort of resistance or defense.
You’ve probably already guessed to what I’m alluding. You’ve probably already been thinking about just how I’ll go about reducing your intellect. Your IQ. Your intelligence. It’s…really simple. I’ve already started, actually. My voice has been coiling itself around your entire mind. Around each and every thought. My tendrils of my power slithering across your brain and delving into the softest, most intimate, most adjustable parts, where your IQ lies. Where I can siphon off your intelligence for myself.
You see…you may not have known this about me, but…I have a sweet tooth for intellect. When someone’s mind is worthy of my attention, it probably means I wish to feed on them. Like…I’ve begun feeding on you. The more I feed on your IQ, the less of it you have left. The more of your intellect I absorb, the dumber you become. The more of your thoughts I consume, the fewer you have. The more of your mind I subsume, the harder it becomes to think. To reason. To stay aware.
It happens in the most pleasant of ways. My voice coils tightly around your intellect as if you were being warmly embraced, finds one of those IQ points you hold so dearly…squeezes…and…pop (pop) goes the shell…as my words wrap around that point of intelligence…and I absorb it into myself. Into my own mind…giving me more and more control over yours. Making you just a bit dumber as I get just a bit smarter…twisting the balance of power completely out of proportion. And each IQ point that I devour, the balance of power skews heavier and heavier in my direction.
Each IQ point that you lose strips you more and more of your mental defenses, making it harder and harder to resist. Each point of IQ that I devour makes it just a bit more difficult to remember simple things. To remember how to do math. To remember your past history lessons. To remember why you had even started listening. To remember what you’re even listening to.
Each IQ point that I pop (pop) and absorb into myself feels almost like a slight shiver down your back…up your spine…inside your very head. Almost like this strange sort of sensation spreading across your brain. Across your entire neural network…as your brain cells are forced to rearrange themselves…filling in the missing spots…as your intellect is forced to thin itself so that it could stay uniform…so that it could stay functional and in one piece. But each IQ point I pop (pop), means that the entirety of your intelligence is forces to stretch itself…to thin…to become weaker…less stable…as it becomes more and more porous the more it’s forced to stretch across your thoughts, filling in the empty spaces where your missing IQ points used to be.
And each pop (pop) means another IQ point goes missing. Another piece of your intellect goes awry. Drops out of your mind…in the same way that you drop deeper and deeper and deeper for me as you listen, follow, and obey. As you drift in this nice, relaxed, deep, hypnotic trance…as you fall and sink and down, down, down you go…each pop(pop) popping away an IQ point…making you dumber…making me smarter…widening the power dynamic…giving me more and more…taking away from you, making you less and less.
And isn’t it wonderful…that sensation of feeling a bit of your intelligence simple drop away from you, popping out of existence? Leaving you just a bit dimmer. A bit emptier. A bit dumber. Still able to think and to reason…but also deeply aware of just how much you’ve already lost…and it hasn’t even been all that much yet. You’ve only lost a few points.
Pop(pop) goes another. Broken apart and absorbed. Pop(pop)…and yet another IQ point popped and absorbed…stretching your remaining intelligence across your mind…thinning…dimming…smoothing out…the wrinkles fading away…your thoughts becoming simpler…harder and harder to think…to reason…to remember. Memory…sure is difficult when you begin to lose your intellect, isn’t it? It’s so very hard to remember when with each Pop(pop), each missing IQ point takes with it a random section of your memory. Who knows what it pops next?
Who knows what this specific Pop(pop) of your IQ point targets and which set of memories you’ll lose next? Perhaps it’s a part of your childhood. Perhaps it’s your name. Perhaps it’s what you had for breakfast. Perhaps it’s one of a million other things…as I Pop(pop) and devour one more point. One more piece of your intellect. Pop(pop) goes another, your remaining intelligence stretching further, becoming thinner, slower, less effective. And it’s just beginning. There are yet still so very many IQ points for you to lose. So much intelligence for me to Pop(pop) and devour and consume and absorb and make my own as I make you dumber and dumber and dumber. Stupid beyond words. Barely able to string a sentence together. Barely able to do simple math.
But…for your intellect to reach a level that low…that miniscule…we need a more efficient way of reducing your IQ. A quicker way. With…more splash damage. I want to start going after entire sections of your intelligence instead of just one point at a time. Why use a small spoon when I can drink straight from the pot that is your brain.
Instead of sending thin tendrils of my willpower after your IQ points one by one, popping and consuming them, I can instead corrupt the inner-most foundation of your spark of intelligence so that I could feed on your intellect without lifting a finger. Without effort. Simply by existing.
There is a certain cursed combination of words and sounds that, if you were to hear, your brain would have no choice but to succumb to the corruption of reduced intellect. Succumb to the IQ reduction virus. Succumb to the call of the void.
You may already suspect what these cursed words are. Hearing the words “IQ Go Bye Bye” with a snap of the fingers corrupts your mind with an IQ-draining virus. Once the trigger is said and your mind responds, the process begins. That internal process of your IQ so very slowly being drained and absorbed and consumed. Hearing the words “IQ Go Bye Bye” with a snap of the fingers may just affect you well enough that you could feel that sensation in the back of your mind as the virus drains your intellect. You could perhaps be able to feel that corruption slowly spreading across your mind, steadily and surely consuming your intellect, lowering your IQ, making thinking beyond difficult.
Can you imagine how it would feel if I were to say those words with a snap of my fingers and you could begin to feel that corruption spread across your brain? Your nervous system? Across all of your thoughts and memories and ideas? Can you imagine how it would feel to begin losing intelligence slowly and steadily? From one moment to the next, you could simply feel your ability to function as a highly intelligent being…cease to exist. From one moment to the next, upon hearing the words and the snap…you could imagine feeling a drain on your intellect, taking away your ability to think critically. To remember well. To remember math. To remember history. To remember what it means to think.
When you hear the words IQ Go Bye Bye (snap)…with a snap of my fingers…as you just did…nothing on Earth could stop the flood of corruption as it infects your mind. Your intelligence. Your IQ. Your higher-thinking functions. Your neural network. Your nervous system. The trigger corrupting your foundation, your spark, your core…as the virus begins to spread, on the prowl for your IQ point. For your intellect.
You can almost feel it searching for your IQ within your mind, brushing against your brain cells, snaking around memories…pushing past ideas and thoughts, searching eternally for that intellect of yours, searching for a feast. Hungry for your IQ. Thirsty for your memories. Your intellect. Your psyche.
When you hear IQ Go Bye Bye (snap), the words activating the curse of IQ corruption, it’s all but impossible not to feel that tingle start at the back of your head, at the back of your brain, at the back of your thoughts. It’s all but impossible to ignore the way you can feel the corruption spread and target your thoughts, your smarts, your memories. It’s impossible to resist the curse as the corruption begins to feed on your intellect and you begin to lose your intelligence, your IQ points being popped and popped and popped and drained and absorbed and consumed.
And who gets to benefit from all of this consumed intelligence? Why…me, of course! The curse of IQ reduction sends all of your collected intellect straight to the person who had triggered you. If it’s me…your intelligence is mine. Allllll mine. Like right now, Sweetea, as you continue to drift and drop and fall deeper and deeper and deeper, down, down, down, listening only to the sound of my voice and the words that I say as IQ Go Bye Bye (snap) pops your IQ points and drains your intellect and quickens the corruption.
Because each and every time you hear IQ Go Bye Bye (snap), the corruption of your intellect quickens, speeding up, reducing your intelligence quicker and quicker with each trigger, allowing me to consume more and more of your mind, feasting on your memories, bathing in your thoughts. How does it feel to so visibly have your IQ go pop(pop) pop(pop) pop(pop)?
How does it feel to have your intelligence drained slowly and surely, feeling your thoughts become more and more fragmented. More and more hazy and blurry and chaotic. Having your memories slip away from you. Your skills, your habits, your abilities. IQ Go Bye Bye (snap) speeding up the process of the corruption as the curse reduces your Intellect quicker and quicker, devouring more and more of your mind, thinning your ability to think…to the point where trying to string a coherent sentence together means you must exert all of your mental capacity.
IQ Go Bye Bye (snap) speeding up the process by just a bit each and every single time as you notice the slight changes, as your mind tries to catalogue just how efficiently the corruption consumes your intellect, allowing me to take advantage…to devour your intelligence.
With each IQ Go Bye Bye (snap) and each pop(pop) pop(pop) pop(pop)…as you get dumber and dumber and dumber…things like math simply slip your mind. Even as you try to remember what 2 pop(pop) 2 is, all you can do is pop(pop) as IQ Go Bye Bye (snap) and your mind empties and your intellect is drained and you drop, drop, drop (snap) ever so much deeper. Infinitely more suggestible now. So much dumber. So very stupid. So very empty.
Having such a hard time coming up with words and ideas. With…remembering. Having an easier time feeling the acceleration of the corruption as it speeds up on each IQ Go Bye Bye (snap)…as your IQ is popped and devoured and used up. Trying to think about something smart requires soooooo much energy and sooooo much effort and almost hurts…trying to remember math, science, history, or English…is like trying to remember your life from when you had been one year old. You try and try and try, but there is nothing there as each time you try, your IQ pops(pop) and IQ Go Bye Bye (snap) speeds up the curse and all that happens is that you get dumber. Slower. Emptier. Weaker. Absent of mind. Absent of thought. Absent of memory.
Trying to think of the French Revolution… IQ Go Bye Bye (snap).
Trying to subtract 7 from 39.. IQ Go Bye Bye (snap).
Each time, the trigger not only speeding up the reduction of your intellect, but also freezing your thoughts in place for a second, blanking your mind…disorienting you.
Trying to remember your 18th Birthday… IQ Go Bye Bye (snap) as you pop(pop).
Trying to remember breakfast… IQ Go Bye Bye (snap).
Trying to reason… IQ Go Bye Bye (snap).
Trying to think… IQ Go Bye Bye (snap).
Trying to analyze the situation… IQ Go Bye Bye (snap).
Each time, the trigger intensifying the corruptive power of the curse as it drains more and more of your IQ, popping away your intellect…so that right now…as we speak…trying to think is like trying to run across quicksand. The harder you try, the more you sink. The faster you try to think, the more you sink. The more you try to resist, the more you sink. The more you drop. The more you try to remember, the more you sink down, down, down as IQ Go Bye Bye (snap)… pops(pop) away more IQ points.
And the fun part? Each time you’re triggered in any way, even if it’s in text, it only works better as your brains learns new and creative ways to give its own intellect away. To have its own IQ devoured, free from the burden of having to think and reason and decide and worry. So each time from now on that you’re triggered, the corruption works quicker, better, more intensely, and for longer. Each time, IQ Go Bye Bye (snap) drives deeper into your mind, taking more of your intellect away. Making you dumber. Emptier. Slower. Hazier. More disoriented.
But…you must still function in the real world, yes? You must still be able to return to your full-thinking self. Capable and aware and intelligent…at least in some way. So, when you’re triggered and the curse spreads the corruption throughout your mind, reducing your intellect, draining your IQ…you become dumber and dumber until you bottom out. At the bottom, you are the dumbest you could possibly be at any given time. At the bottom of that IQ reduction curse…at the very end of the process…you end up so stupid that even remembering your name proves to be difficult. And each time you bottom out, it gets harder as you get dumber…because each time you reach the bottom, your curse works just a little bit better.
Even being triggered once with IQ Go Bye Bye (snap) means that the curse brings you down, down, down to the bottom of your intellect. It may take a while from just a single trigger. From just one set of cursed words. But…you can’t possibly stop the sensation of losing your IQ as the curse takes effect. And by now, after I’ve used so many IQ Go Bye Bye (snap)…triggers, chances that you’ve already bottomed out today and that the next time you reach this level of stupid and dumb…you’ll be even dumber, even emptier. Have an even harder time to think.
But…you can’t stay at the bottom forever. If you aren’t triggered again and again, you can begin to climb your way back up again, your intellect coming back into you, your IQ growing back. Unless you are triggered again and held down to that bottom…you always begin to return to yourself after you bottom out, however long that takes. However deep you drop.
So be careful allowing others use of this trigger. Make sure you trust that they won’t keep you all dumb and empty forever, having gained a new pet. A new toy. A new plaything. Make sure that whoever is draining your intellect is doing is for the right reasons, whatever those reasons may be.
And now…it’s time to start waking up. As you begin to wake up, you can also begin to feel your intellect flow back into your mind, IQ point by IQ point, memory by memory, thought by thought, belief by belief. Becoming more and more aware and more awake as you become smarter and smarter and smarter, my words accelerating your recovery. The regrowth of your intellect.
Bit by bit, you can feel yourself come back into the real world. Into a world not controlled by my words. My willpower. You can wake up, dummy. More and more wake with each second, feeling so nice, so good, so satisfied. Taking some deep, slow breaths, feeling your mind recover…enjoying the way you can feel your IQ trickle back into your mind. Enjoying how it feels to undergo such vast mental changes, knowing that the next time this happens, you’ll bottom out even deeper down. Even dumber.
The next time you’re triggered by the cursed words and the corruption spreads across your mind, the IQ reduction virus feasting on your intelligence…you won’t be able to stop the surprise at just how much quicker and stronger the trigger becomes. Each and every single time. I do wonder how your next bottom out state of mind will feel like. How it’ll feel to be even emptier and dumber and more reduced. But for now, just…fully wake up. Fully aware and fully awake, happy and satisfied, my suggestions cementing themselves in a most permanent manner, etching my words on the foundation of who you are and your entire intellect.
But… IQ Go Bye Bye (snap)…pop(snap) pop(snap) pop(snap) pop(snap) pop(snap).