A pounding headache is what greets you when you wake up one morning, having just had a vivid dream that you somehow can’t remember. The only thing you do recall is the faint sensation of icy rain splashing across your skin, and the bright neon pink light affixed over the entrance of a sex store. But that’s it. The fog in your head makes it difficult to think of the dream. Of anything, really. For the first time in your life you feel genuinely confused and disorientated.

"Hey," says a voice from nearby. You look up to see your boyfriend wearing a bath robe. "Get that cute little ass of yours out of bed and into the bath. I don’t know what’s gotten into that head of yours today, but you and I both know that I can’t afford to be late at work today. I’ve got a major presentation to do about this new pharmaceutical that we have developed and I don’t trust any of those idiots at the office to take over for me for even a few seconds."

Again. Genuinely confused. That’s not a big word that you would have thought your boyfriend capable of using. In fact, the more that you think about it, the more you realize that you don’t really know what it means. You have a faint clue it has something to do with medicine because you know that’s what your boyfriend works in, but the word itself means nothing to you. Panic briefly grips you and then you remember, through the thickening fog in your head, that you’ve always had trouble knowing what words mean anyway.

You giggle and roll out of bed. You’re naked and horny, your little cock sticking right out from between your legs. But you don’t pay it attention. Instead, all you can think of is how itchy the inside of your ass is, and how it would be so nice if your boyfriend could scratch it with his big stick. With a pep in your step and a vapid little giggle, you make your way past him and sink into the bath, pushing your ass out of the water and waving it from side to side to beckon him in.

Your boyfriend slides in after you and says, "I love how slutty you are, babe. It helps keep my horniness under control." He strokes your ass and pushes two fingers in your hole. They slide in, smooth as butter. He lines his cock up with your hole and pushes in as you moan, your mind going blank, the dregs of your old life, old memories, old knowledge getting pushed out of your brain by his big cock, leaving behind nothing but thoughts of cum and dick and bright pink cotton candy.

Your boyfriend strokes your hair as you roll your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his thick, juicy fuckpole. "I’m so happy you made this wish. I’m glad you traded your intelligence for my libido. It’s made me so much smarter and so much hornier. Meanwhile you’re nothing but a slutty little whore. And you know what, I wouldn’t change a thing."

His words go in one ear and out the other as the only thing that you can think of is how good and how right his cock feels inside you, too dumb now to be anything more than a brainless little cockslut.