The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Zoe waited for this moment every week. It was girls night out, and she had a new invention from PlasmaTech to show off. Technically, it was frowned upon to take prototypes out for personal use, but Zoe had perfected “borrowing” items without getting caught.

“So what have got for us this week, Zoe?” Karen asked, looking down at the strange helmet on the table between them.

“Ladies, I present to you the Neurofier. This baby can raise or lower intelligence and alter personality,” Zoe said proudly.

“Wait, another invention that messes with your head? Didn’t you learn your lesson from the dream intensifier? I still have trouble sleeping sometimes,” Sarah said eying the device suspiciously.

“The Oneironator was a mistake, I’ll admit. But that was different – it was much earlier in the development cycle. The Neurofier is already undergoing human testing with very promising results!” Zoe assured her.

Sarah didn’t look convinced. “Okay... say this thing is safe enough for us to test it out. I fail to see how making us even smarter than we are is going to facilitate a fun night out?”

Zoe smiled mischievously, “I wasn’t thinking of making us smarter. I thought it might be fun to make ourselves dumber for a night. Go IQ slumming. See how the other side lives.”

“That does sound interesting,” Sarah admitted. “What do you think, Karen?”

“Let’s give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Zack couldn’t help but notice the three women as they walked in. They seemed to be in their mid-20s and they had on tight party dresses that emphasized the curves of their bodies very nicely. Their hair colors were something straight out of an old joke (“A blonde, a brunette and a redhead...”) and they all seemed to be giggling to each other about something. He and Paul had struck out a few times tonight, but he had a good feeling about these chicks. He watched as they walked up to bar to order a drink. As they were pulling out money to pay (the redhead seemed to be struggling to figure out how many bills she needed to put down), Zack walked over to them.

“Hey ladies, let me take care of that for you,” Zack said putting some money down on the bar.

They all exchanged glances a little uncertainly, but the redhead looking somewhat relieved said, “Sure.”

“Would you ladies like to join me and my buddy over there?” Zack said, directing their gazes to the to a table in the corner.

They whispered quickly amongst themselves, and finally the blonde one spoke up. “We’d, like, love to.”

When they were all seated, Zack took a sip of his beer before beginning to speak. “The name’s Zack, by the way. My buddy’s Paul.” Paul raised his glass in acknowledgment.

The blonde one spoke next, “I’m, uh, Zoe. And this is Karen,” she gestured to the redhead, “and Sarah,” she gestured to the brunette.

“What do you all do for a living?” Zack asked.

“I’m a, uh...” Karen frowned, “what’s that thing where you do things with number?”

“Math?” Paul offered.

“Math! That’s it, I’m, like, a mathe- mathema—, uh, math person.” Karen said proudly.

Somehow Zack doubted that, but she wouldn’t be the first person to lie at a bar. He was interested to see what the other girls came up with.

“I do astrology,” Sarah said.

“Oh, like, horoscopes and stuff?” Zack asked.

“No, stupid! I study, like, stars and planets.”

“Isn’t that astronomy?” Paul asked a bit amused.

“Astron-o-mee? That doesn’t sound right,” Sarah said her face screwed up in concentration. “Wait, no I think you’re right! I think astron-my sounds like what I do.”

Zoe was the last to go. “I work at PlasmaTech. I work in the labs and do science and stuff.” She had a little trouble reading Zack and Paul’s faces, but she assumed that they were as impressed as people usually were when hearing the girls’ jobs.

“You girls sound like certified geniuses,” Paul said resisting the urge to laugh.

“Wait!” Karen said. “Did the helmet thingy not work? Are we still smart?”

“I dunno.” Zoe said. “It is an prototype. Maybe we should check?”

“We totally should,” Sarah said turning to the boys, “We’ll be right back!”

Leaving their half-finished drinks on the table, they walked to the restroom. Zack and Paul were both left wondering what had just happened. In the bathroom, Zoe took the helmet out of her purse and put it on her head.

“What’s it say?”

Karen looked at it, “It says ‘IQ 80.’ I’m pretty sure that’s a big number. We must have forgotten to make ourselves dumb.”

“Wait, wasn’t it like one-fifty or something before?” Zoe asked.

“I’m pretty sure fifty is less than eighty,” Karen said, “Maybe we were trying to set you to fifty and we forgot?” Before Zoe could protest (she was pretty sure that one-fifty was bigger than eighty), Karen hit the down button until the display said “IQ 50.”

“Woah,” was about all that Zoe could manage as she felt a pleasant warmth spread through her head.

Karen and Sarah watched expectantly as Zoe’s eyes seemed to glaze over for a few seconds. “Well, do you feel any dumber?”

“I, uh, I don’t know. Maybe?” Zoe said. “Ask me something only a smart person would know.”

Karen thought of the hardest math problem she could. “What’s 3 times 3?”

Zoe thought hard about the question, but her thoughts seemed to be coming like molasses. “Uh, 6?”

“Okay, Zoe’s done. Now time for you Sarah.” Karen said, taking the helmet off of Zoe’s head and putting it on Sarah’s head. Again the display said ‘IQ 80.’ “Looks like we forgot to do you as well, Sarah.” Pretty soon the display read ‘IQ 50.’

By the time Sarah had recovered her senses, Karen had taken the helmet off of her head and put it on herself. “Zoe, give me a hand with this.”

Zoe walked over and said, “It says i-q-six-zero.”

“Sixty?” Karen asked surprised. “Wait a minute. I think we might have already done me—” Zoe wasn’t really paying attention to what Karen was saying. She pressed the down button a few times.

“There!” Said Zoe said, admiring the way ‘IQ 44’ looked. “I think we’re ready to go back to those cute boys.”

They walked out of the restroom, and sat back down at the table. Zack and Paul were a little surprised to see them back.

“What’s that on your head?” Zack asked, pointing at the helmet Karen was wearing.

“Oh, wow. We didn’t take it off,” Zoe said with surprise. She removed the helmet, and stuffed it into her bag. “It’s a helmet thingy from my work. It’s, like, super secret though, so don’t tell anyone!”

“Why’s it so secret?” Paul asked.

Zoe looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Do you guys pinky promise not to tell anyone if we tell you?”

“Sure,” both responded at once. Zoe extended her pinky out and offered it to both of them. After a brief pause both completed the gesture.

“Okay, I’ll tell you. So me and – oh my god this tastes amazing!” Zoe said looking down at the drink in her hand. “What is this?”

“It’s a strawberry daiquiri. Didn’t you order it?” Paul said surprised.

“Da-ku-ri. Da-ku-ri. Daiquiri. That’s such a fun word!” She said as she gulped down the drink. “Mmm.”

“You’re getting off topic. You were going to tell us what the helmet was.” Zack said, getting a bit annoyed.

“Oh yeah, the helmet thingy. We used it to make ourselves not smart anymore.” Zoe said.

“Really?” Zack said a little skeptically. These girls definitely didn’t seem to be the sharpest tools in the shed, but maybe they were just trying to punk him.

“Yeah, really.” Zoe said.

“Can you, uh, show us?” Zack asked.

“No, silly! It’s a secret remember. We can’t let people see it, duh.” Zoe said.

“Maybe you could show us back at my place,” Paul offered.

“Ooh, that sounds like fun!” Karen said excitedly. “Let’s go, Zoe!”

Zoe couldn’t deny that the idea sounded good. If they couldn’t show Paul and Zack at the bar, they could show them in their home. They did pinky promise after all. “Okay, but I want to have, like, three daiquiris before we go. They’re just so tasty!”

Zoe, Karen and Sarah stumbled into Paul’s apartment. It wasn’t too far from the bar, which was probably for the better as their coordination was suffering after a few rounds of drinks. The girls had been getting along quite well with Paul and Zack, and both were so taken with the girls that they had almost put the mystery of the helmet out of their minds. Almost.

“Show ush the helmet, Zshoey!” Zack managed to slur out.

Zoe walked over to the couch, and tried to sit down. Her balance was a bit off and she ended up falling onto the ground just in front of the couch. She picked herself up and successfully planted herself on the couch. “Oookay, here it ish.” She struggled with her purse for a bit, and finally put the helmet on the table.

Paul was the most sober of the group, and he beat Zack’s hand to the helmet. It had a touchscreen display, and wires and electronics everywhere. “Sarah, would you let me try the helmet on you?”

“Shhurre!” Sarah managed to get out.

He put the helmet on her head, and saw the touchscreen change to ‘IQ 50.’ Paul thought back to Psych 101, and vaguely remembered that an IQ of 50 meant that something like 99% of people had a higher IQ. He wondered if the display was trustworthy, Sarah certainly seemed dumb, but not dumber-than-99%—of-people dumb. He pressed the down button until the display said ‘IQ 5.’ Sarah moaned and collapsed onto the floor.

“Sarah, are you okay?” Karen asked.

“Uh, buh, buh,” Sarah uttered. Her eyes seemed to possess the same dullness as a cow’s.

“Holy Shit!” Zack said. “Thish thing really worksh!”

The helmet had fallen off her head when she collapsed, and Paul was quick to retrieve it. He put the helmet on her head and was about to put her back up to 50, when he noticed all the other options. Personality, Libido, Memories, Speech Patterns... He clicked through them, and his excitement grew with every new option. With this helmet he could shape them however he wanted. “Zack, I think we’ve hit the mother lode.”

“Wow, Sharah’s really drunk!” Karen said, not noticing as Zack slipped the helmet on her head. He lowered her IQ to 5 to put her in the same subdued state Sarah was in, and quickly moved on to Zoe who was close to passing out on the sofa. Looking at the three girls babbling incoherently, Paul could only marvel at the power he now possessed. If things went according to plan, he and Zack were in for an amazing night.

Zack looked at the three girls babbling incoherently, and felt a very different mix of emotions. “Uh, Paul, are you shure we should be doing thish?”

Paul looked at Zack a bit surprised. “Zack, this all just fell into our lap! We can’t let this opportunity go to pass.”

Zack wiped away a line of drool that was beginning to form on Zoe’s chin. “These girls are people, Paul. We can’t just kidnap them, and do whatever we want to them. What if we get caught?”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Paul laughed. “Don’t worry, we’ll just borrow them for the weekend, and send them back good as new Sunday night. They won’t even remember us.”

Zack still had some misgivings. “What if shomeone comesh looking for the helmet? Didn’t what’sh-her-name shay she worked at PlashmaTech?”

Paul hadn’t considered that. “We’ll send it back with them after the weekend is over. I doubt they’ll miss it after a few days. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?”