drunk-on-ginny: Before she was a moron, people respected her. Or at least she thought they did (at t
drunk-on-ginny: Before she was a moron, people respected her. Or at least she thought they did (at the time). Before she became a moron, she got creeped out by guys sometimes. Before she became a moron, she had to do work, she had to study, she had to do stuff that made her unhappy. Before she became a moron, her bills sometimes went unpaid because she didn’t have enough money. Now things were different. No one respects her anymore, but she’s cool with that because she doesn’t really know better anyway. She’ll fuck anyone. Guys don’t bug her anymore, why should they? She doesn’t have to work anymore, or study. And well, she doesn’t even really need money. If she could remember it, she’d tell you that she agreed to participate in a trial of an experimental drug that would help her concentrate more intensely and for longer periods of time. It had the opposite effect, and it had been irreversible. If she could remember it she’d tell you that was considered a complication. Of course, if she could remember it, and if she’d even bothered to look at it, she’d also tell you the contract had explicitly stated that the drug was actually not meant to do as promised. If she had known that, and was capable of explaining it now, she’d tell you that the trial was actually meant for animals, not people. She’d tell you the drug had been known to cause “neurological defects” in monkeys. If she could put two and two together now, she’d know that Professor Stevens had known all that too, and had known exactly how she was likely to react. If she could remember it, she’d tell you that in the final moments of her dying intelligence, she had phoned her mom and said she was dropping out of the Ph.D. program, and that she would be gone for a while, and to please not look for her. She’d remember giving Professor Stevens her login information for pretty much all of her communication tools. If she had logical reasoning abilities, she’d probably conclude he was using those tools to “keep in touch” with her family and friends, and gradually, one by one, alienating each of them. She’d remember consenting to various other surgeries if she had the capacity to think now. Now most doctors would probably find her incapable of signing such a complicated form. But Jenny doesn’t know about any of that. She just knows that she has vague recollections of a dark period of unhappiness, a sketchy idea that she was once a flat-chested prude. Jenny doesn’t have memories as most would describe them. Not anymore. And to the extent that she has thoughts, its mostly about wanting another drink, or wondering why she isn’t being fucked. Professor Stevens had to hire a handler for her, because Jenny can’t count the money her clients give her. In fact she sometimes forgets and starts sucking dicks without charging. As successful as the physical surgeries were, the professor sometimes wishes Jenny had retained just a bit more of her mental faculties. It would make managing her quite a bit easier. But he’d wanted to see how a higher dose than usual would work, and so he was willing to live with the consequences. Jenny is happier than she has ever been, in her abject stupidity. Morons do not have worries, fears, anxieties or depression. Have you ever seen a sad cockroach, or earthworm? Insects only think about their next meal. Jenny only thinks about her next cock. -- source link