Brainless! 17 by GDMex
Thanks to a boardgame, Brian’s mother and sister are turned into his obedient brainless slaves.
Monday, 8 AM. Brian walked through the house in silence, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
“Disgusting,” he said, voice flat with disdain.
Sonya was on all fours, naked except for a loose scrunchie tangled in her hair. Drool hung from her bottom lip in long, slimy ropes as she moved aimlessly, tits swinging beneath her like they had no business being on a woman with a brain this empty. Her eyes were blank, unfocused, and whatever babble escaped her mouth sounded like someone rewinding a VHS tape on mute.
Brian stepped over her like she was a piece of trash someone forgot to throw away.
“You were a goddamn surgeon,” he laughed, watching her crawl in wobbly circles. “Now look at you. Fucking brain pudding.”
At the far end of the room, Amy hummed cheerfully as she scrubbed the floor with a heart-shaped pink sponge. She wore nothing but a ridiculous apron with a cartoon duck printed across the front—no bra, no panties, nothing to hide her dripping little cunt. Every time she bent forward, Brian got a perfect view of her glistening pussy lips, still glossy from her ‘morning snack.’ Or as he liked to call it: a hot, sloppy creampie.
She cleaned like a happy little house pet, grinning like a dumb bimbo on chore duty, completely oblivious to the insanity swirling around her.
“Good girl,” Brian said to Amy as he took a sip from his mug.
The moment felt almost domestic; almost peaceful, in that twisted parody of a Monday morning. The soft hum of Amy’s off-key singing, the clink of the sponge tapping the bucket, the faint scent of lemon cleaner and pussy in the air. If someone walked in without looking down, they might’ve thought it was just a normal home—maybe a little weird, a little messy.
But Sonya did nothing to help. She crawled across the room on her hands and knees, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind her. Her ass swayed lazily with each movement, occasionally twitching from leftover muscle memory—reminders of the brutal use she’d endured the day before. Her knees were marked with small bruises from spending every hour on the floor, while her tits hung loose, jiggling wildly each time her palms slapped the ground. Every few seconds, her mouth would drop open, tongue spilling out like a dog begging to be used again.
Suddenly, a ringtone sliced through the air. Brian turned toward the noise, brow furrowed.
It was Sonya’s phone, vibrating on the kitchen counter where it had been left charging. The screen lit up with a name that made him pause: Lori (Hospital).
He knew that name. Lori, the ever-so-perfect best friend. The one who sent Sonya flowers on her birthday and stayed late on shifts just to help her finish reports. The one who always had a polite smile and a stupid cardigan wrapped around her arms like some kind of office saint.
Brian grabbed the phone and stared at it for a moment, watching it ring. Lori had no idea what was really going on. And she was about to become part of the cover story.
He cleared his throat, glanced down at Sonya—now chewing on her own hair—and pressed accept.
“Hello?” he said, voice calm, gentle, just a touch strained.
“Hey Brian! It’s Lori. I saw your message about Sonya—what’s going on? Is everything okay?”
He exhaled, giving his voice a soft, shaky tremble. “Yeah, uh, not really. She’s… sick. Fever, chills. She can’t even stand right now. She’s delirious. I had to help her to the bathroom earlier.”
“Oh no…” Lori’s voice melted into concern. “That doesn’t sound like her at all. Poor thing! Do you need me to come by? I can bring soup, meds—whatever.”
Brian shot a look at Sonya just as she let out a loud, wet moan and started smacking her lips like a toddler imitating a blowjob. Amy, still on all fours, glanced up, giggled, and crawled over to clamp a hand over the woman’s mouth, shushing her with whispered nonsense.
With Amy taking care of the problem, he turned his back quickly and pressed the phone harder to his ear. “No, no! That’s sweet, but it’s fine. Really. She just needs rest. If you could just help report to HR that she won’t make it for a couple of days...?”
“Of course, honey,” Lori said. “Just keep an eye on her, alright? If she gets worse, call me. I mean it.”
“I will,” Brian lied. “Thank you, Lori. You’re amazing.”
He hung up, slid the phone into his pocket, and turned back around.
Sonya had rolled onto her side, now sucking on her fingers like a teething infant. Amy was beside her, gently patting her head, cooing like she was comforting a stuffed animal.
Brian crouched down beside the two of them and yanked Sonya’s chin up roughly.
“You’d better fucking start recovering some brain cells soon or you’re gonna blow this entire thing for all of us.”
Sonya blinked slowly, eyes crossed slightly, drool spilling out of the corner of her mouth. Her only response was a weak gurgle and a giggle.
“Fuck’s sake…”
He stood up, wiped his hands on his shorts, and headed upstairs.
Back on the first floor, Brian walked into his room, shut the door behind him, and collapsed into his gamer chair like a king taking his throne
Then, he opened his laptop, and a few lazy clicks later, the screen lit up with Jake’s face—red-eyed, sweaty, and completely out of his usual self.
“Well, fucking finally!” Jake snapped. “I’ve been blowing up your phone for hours!”
“Good morning to you too,” Brian answered casually.
“Fuck you. This is a nightmare. I can’t handle this. I really can’t.”
Brian raised an eyebrow. “You’re talking about Sasha?”
Jake leaned back and revealed the chaos behind him. Clothes were scattered everywhere, a puddle of piss pooled near the corner of the bed, and in the background, Sasha crawled naked across the floor, chewing on a TV remote and humming the tune from some dumb commercial.
“She pissed on the floor, Brian. Then she fucking ate dry pasta from the floor like it was a goddamn buffet. And this morning? I woke up to her licking my feet. What the fuck dude?”
Brian laughed, full-bellied. “Oh man… I forgot how fun the early stages were.”
“This isn’t fun!” Jake shouted. “She’s a fucking disaster! She won’t wear clothes, she drools constantly, and yesterday she tried to hump the couch!”
“You get used to it,” Brian said casually.
Jake pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not built for this, man.”
“C’mon, look at the bright side. Your parents are still in Madrid, right?”
“Yeah, for a month.”
“Exactly. That’s thirty days with a dumb bimbo sex toy all to yourself. That’s not hell, Jake. That’s the dream.”
Jake shook his head. “I wasn’t planning on this. I thought she’d just suck me off and cook maybe… not turn into a fucking toddler with tits!”
Meanwhile, Sonya crept into the room like an animal with no name, knees scuffing softly against the hardwood floor. Her mouth hung open, her tongue already peeking past her lips. Her eyes, dull and mindless, fixed on Brian’s lap like a child spotting candy. She didn’t ask. She didn’t speak. She simply moved forward until her head was in front of his cock.
Brian didn’t even glance down. He just unzipped.
“She hums while she eats,” Jake ranted. “Like, full volume humming. I gave her a bowl of cereal and she sang a fucking lullaby the whole time. She eats with her hands, Brian! She poured milk on the floor and licked it up like a cat!”
Brian stifled a laugh, then winced slightly as Sonya’s hot mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. Sloppy, wet suction surrounded him instantly, her drool bubbling at the corners of her lips as she took him deeper.
“Well,” Brian exhaled, leaning back in his chair as her tongue swirled around his shaft. “At least you can train her to be housebroken.”
Jake didn’t find it funny.
“This is not a joke. I found her chewing on a bar of soap this morning. Do you know how fucking hard it is to explain how she should clean herself up?”
Brian closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the warm glide of Sonya’s lips as she slid down his cock with zero rhythm, like a dog trying to eat a banana. Then, as her suction got tighter, one of his free hands dropped to her head, fingers threading into her hair as he guided her slowly up and down.
“Wait… are you getting sucked off right now?”
Brian cracked one eye open. “Mhm.”
“You son of a bitch.”
Brian chuckled, bucking his hips slightly as Sonya gagged softly, her throat spasming around the tip of his cock before pulling back with a string of spit trailing from her lips to his shaft.
“Stop bitching and start training your girl,” Brian said, voice low as he fed her more. “You’ve got the tits, the pussy, the obedience. Just fine-tune the rest.”
Jake ran a hand through his hair. “How?”
“Routine,” Brian said, stroking Sonya’s head as she bobbed. “Schedules. Repetition. Show her porn every night. Reward the right behavior. Punish the dumb shit.”
Sonya gagged again, her throat clenching instinctively around the shaft invading it, but Brian didn’t let her pull off this time. He showed no mercy, just a firm grip on the back of her head as he shoved her nose to his pelvis and held her there.
Her throat may not have been built for deep, brutal plunges, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t need to choke to be useful. She just needed to keep that mouth moving, keep that tongue worshiping him like it was the only thing she ed how to do.
And it was.
Brian let her slide halfway up—just enough for his tip to rest between her soft, glossy lips—and then pressed her back down slowly. “Yeah, just like that,” he said, fucking her mouth in a slow pace.
Her tongue flattened under his shaft, dragging slowly along the underside, soaking him with each . Every time her lips reached the base of his cockhead, she sealed them tight and gave a little suck, pulling at him with a wet slurp before backing up again. Her pace started sloppy, but Brian noticed the improvement. She was adapting. Fast. The muscle memory was kicking in—maybe not from her old self, but from the brainless version he was molding by hand.
She gasped, a string of spit and precum connecting her lips to the base of his cock. She looked up at him with that dumb, messy, obedient face—and immediately dived down again, moaning this time as if she were getting off just by sucking him.
“I fuck her three times a day,” Jake assured, retaking the conversation like he was justifying his sanity. “Morning, after lunch, and right before bed. Sometimes more. Depends how hard she drools when she sees me unzip.”
“You record any of it?”
“A few clips.”
Brian’s grin sharpened. “Send them later.”
Jake squinted at him. “Why?”
Brian kept silent, resting one hand on Sonya’s head as she bobbed slower now, sloppier, completely unaware they were discussing potential porn deals over her tongue. He let the silence hang for just a moment, let Jake stew in curiosity. Then:
“It’s time to do business.”
Jake frowned. “Business?”
Brian nodded slowly. “Not yet. But soon. Think about it, man. What we have… this isn’t just some fucked-up fetish playground anymore. This is a fucking product.”
Jake looked skeptical. “You wanna sell the videos?”
“Eventually,” Brian said, stroking Sonya’s cheek as she suckled dumbly at the base of his cock. “But not just clips. Not yet. I’m thinking bigger. A platform. Custom requests. Training series. Brainless tutorials. People pay for this shit—big time—if it looks real.”
“You’re saying we turn them into camgirls?”
Brian laughed, loud. “Camgirls? Fuck no. That’s cheap. I’m saying we turn them into characters. Controlled bimbos. Make it look like fiction, but it’s not. That’s the twist.”
“Holy shit…”
“I already have Amy almost perfect. She sucks like a pro, cleans the house, still looks cute enough to get away with anything. If I record a full day of her doing chores in a thong, licking my cock every hour, who the hell wouldn’t pay for that?”
With a final groan, Brian shoved Sonya all the way down and held her there, hips lifted slightly, cock buried to the root in her throat. She gagged, struggled, then relaxed… letting her throat open just enough to let him sit inside, unmoving, her nose pressed to his stomach.
Then he looked up at the screen.
“I’ll talk to you about my idea later. Don’t let her eat soap again.”
Jake gave a lazy salute. “Yeah. Sure. Good luck with the brainless army.”
Brian smirked. “Luck’s for the weak.”
He hung up.
And now, all his attention turned to the drooling, obedient slut still kneeling between his legs.