Brainless! 6 by GDMex
Thanks to a boardgame, Brian’s mother and sister are turned into his obedient brainless slaves.
The next morning, Brian woke up at 8 a.m., groggy but immediately aware of the mess from the night before. He turned his head to Amy, lying motionless beside him, her tits still streaked with the thick, creamy remnants of his release. The whiteness had dried up, leaving sticky trails across her soft skin. He smirked, taking in the sight like a conqueror iring a battlefield. “Damn,” he laughed. “I really outdid myself.”
The thoughts swirled in his head. “Could I make this more permanent?” he wondered, an idea forming. Amy’s behavior had been strange since last night, but he dismissed it as unimportant. It wasn’t like anyone would question her sudden silence or odd demeanor. He could justify it, convince anyone that she was just serious, maybe a bit withdrawn. That’d be enough to keep suspicions at bay.
The real truth, however, was far darker. Amy’s mind was completely empty. Her thoughts, her desires, everything that made her who she was—gone. She wasn’t quiet because she was contemplative or shy. She was quiet because there was nothing left inside her. No resistance, no independence. Just a void…
Brian’s grin widened at the thought. The fantasy he had held onto for years was now reality, and the possibilities were endless. He leaned back into the pillows, basking in the satisfaction of his triumph. The idea of turning Amy into his lover, his obedient companion, thrilled him. She would never say no, never disobey, never betray him.
But for now, he needed to focus. He shook her shoulder gently, pulling himself back to the present.
“Hey, get up. Go make us some breakfast.”
Amy stirred slightly, letting out a garbled noise that sounded more like a gurgle than a coherent word. As she rolled onto her side, Brian’s eyes fell on the pillow beneath her head, which was soaked with drool. He laughed, an uneasy chuckle escaping him.
“Damn, Amy,” he said, his eyes wide with surprise. “I didn’t know you could drool like that. What were you dreaming about?”
She made another ridiculous noise, almost like a baby babbling, as she tried to sit up. Her head lolled to the side, and her vacant expression made Brian’s heart almost stop for a second. She was trying to speak but only managed to string together a series of nonsensical sounds.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, leaning closer. He placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking her lightly. “Amy? Say something.”
Amy’s lips moved, but no coherent words came out. Instead, she let out more unintelligible noises, her tongue darting out clumsily. Inside her mind, there was nothing—just an infinite blankness that stretched endlessly, devoid of thought, memory, or self-awareness. It was as though every shred of intelligence, every ounce of personality, had been completely drained from her. Her brain wasn’t simply empty; it was less functional than that of a newborn. Even the basic instincts of survival seemed dulled.
The remnants of her identity no longer existed. She didn’t think about why her tongue moved or why she let out strange sounds. Her actions were purely reflexive, her body responding to external stimuli without question or hesitation. If there was a voice in her head, it was fragmented and nonsensical, like a broken record of meaningless syllables and childish urges.
But Amy didn’t care about the drool dripping endlessly from her mouth, the dried semen clinging to her tits, or the things her brother had been doing to her. To her, even the feeling of her own breath, something so fundamental, was no longer a conscious act but an automatic process she didn’t understand.
However, amid the vast emptiness of her mind, one thing stood out. Amy’s only connection to the world, the only primitive spark remaining within her, was an awareness of sex. Not as a concept or an act to be understood, but as an instinct, a raw and primal focus that drove her every motion. Her body seemed to know, on a base level, how to react to touch, how to follow commands related to it. It was the only thing her blank mind responded to, like a faint light in an otherwise pitch-black void.
As Brian looked at her, trying to make sense of her condition, she tilted her head and let out another babbling sound. Somewhere in the recesses of her hollow mind, there was a faint, almost mechanical understanding that Brian’s presence was important, that he wanted her to respond. But beyond that, there was nothing. No logic. No purpose. Just a submissive, blank slate waiting for direction.
“No way. This can’t be happening,” he said, his voice shaking. “Come on, Amy. Say something. Anything.”
But her response was just more babbling, punctuated by a dopey smile. Brian ran a hand through his hair, panic rising.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit!” he exclaimed, pacing the room. He stopped abruptly, his thoughts almost attacking him. “Jake. Jake told me to watch those Vox videos. He said they’d explain everything about the game. But no, I was too busy…” He trailed off, the realization hitting him hard. “I was too busy jerking off to pay attention.”
Brian glanced back at Amy, who was now staring blankly at him, drool sliding down her chin.
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed while getting to his knees. “What have I done?”
He tried to shake off the panic, taking a deep breath.
“Okay. Okay, this isn’t that bad. We can fix this. We have to. Because… School... Amy has to go to school.”
After that, he made a long pause, the implications of her state hitting them so hard he wanted to cry. What would happen if Amy showed up at school like this? Her blank stares, the drool, her inability to say even her own name—all of it would raise every possible red flag. Teachers would notice immediately, classmates would say lots of things, and questions would start piling up faster than he could answer them.
He swallowed hard, the scenarios playing out in his head like a nightmare.
“She’ll sit there, drooling all over her desk, maybe even giggling like an idiot,” he said to himself. “They’ll call someone. The school counselor, maybe even the police. They’ll dig into everything, and then they’ll come for me.”
Brian felt as if he were about to vomit as he imagined the questions. Why was she acting like this? What had happened to her? And when they found out he had been the one responsible, he could already hear the handcuffs clicking around his wrists.
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath. “I’m so screwed if this goes wrong.”
Even worse was the thought of Amy herself. What would happen to her if people realized she couldn’t even function?
“They’d lock her up. Put her in some hospital, drug her up, and she’d never get out.”
He shook his head, trying to dispel the horrifying images.
“No. That’s not going to happen. I’ll figure this out. I have to.”
Brian turned to Amy and clapped his hands. “Come on. Get up.”
Amy blinked slowly, her movements sluggish as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up awkwardly, her posture unsteady. Brian watched as she stumbled slightly, then began to follow him around the room like a lost puppy.
“Great,” Brian rolled his eyes. “Now what?”
Taking another pause, he tried to piece together the situation.
“I’ve been thinking with my dick this whole time,” he said bitterly. “And now look at her.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Amy drop to her knees. Her blank expression shifted slightly as she focused on him, her tongue coming out fully. The word “dick” had ed somewhere in the vacant recesses of her mind, activating her more primal instincts. Even though she didn’t understand what it meant or what she was supposed to do, her body moved on autopilot, taking her directly to her brother’s cock.
“No! Stop!” Brian shouted, pushing her back as he saw how she reached the tip with her tongue. “Not now. Just… stop.”
Before he could say anything else, his phone buzzed loudly on the desk. He grabbed it, seeing his mother’s name on the screen.
“Just what I needed,” he ironized, answering the call. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, honey,” Sonya’s cheerful voice came through the line. “How are you and Amy doing?”
“Oh, we’re fine. Everything’s great. Nothing to worry about.”
“That’s good to hear. You two are taking care of yourselves, right?” she asked, her tone carrying a hint of concern. “I hope you’re not spending all your time playing video games, Brian. You know how important it is to get some fresh air.”
“Yeah, Mom. We’re fine. Don’t worry.”
“Good. I hope Amy’s been behaving herself,” Sonya continued. “You know how she can be when she gets stubborn. Speaking of which, can I talk to her?”
Brian’s blood ran cold. “Uh, she’s… she’s not feeling great. Went to a party this weekend and, uh, might’ve had a little too much fun. She’s sleeping it off.”
Sonya sighed. “That girl. When I get back, she and I are going to have a long talk. Tell her to call me when she wakes up.”
“I will,” Brian answered.
“I’ll be home Thursday. Just four more days. Make sure you both behave until then.”
Brian’s hand trembled as he held the phone. “Yeah. Sure. No problem.”
While Brian was trying to maintain his pace, Amy, meanwhile, had crawled over to him and was licking his foot, her tongue dragging wet trails across his skin. She pressed her lips against the arch, her tongue giving repetitive strokes, oblivious to his attempts to move away.
Brian yelped, jerking his foot back, but Amy only followed, crawling on all fours with single-minded determination.
“Stop it!” he yelled, glancing at the phone as Sonya’s voice continued in his ear.
“Brian? Is everything alright?” Sonya asked, her tone shifting.
“Yeah, Mom! Everything’s fine,” he said quickly, his voice strained as he tried to pull his foot free from Amy’s insistent grip. Her tongue slid across his toes, leaving a slick trail that made Brian hard, but despite that, he pushed her aside with a soft kick. “I was dealing with a bug that was climbing my foot.”
Amy’s vacant eyes were locked onto him, her tongue hanging out as she panted shallowly, each breath sounding like a soft, eager gasp. Her lips parted wider as she crawled forward, her tongue swiping at the air as though testing for something to latch onto. She moved with an almost animalistic determination, like a little bitch in heat, her knees scraping against the floor, her fingers clawing at the ground as she propelled herself closer to him. Her fixation was so absolute that it consumed her entirely, her empty mind offering no resistance or awareness of anything beyond the goal in front of her.
Brian stood abruptly, trying to put distance between them, but his attempts were useless. She was showing an almost obsessive attitude toward sucking him.
“Brian, are you sure?” Sonya pressed on the phone. “You sound a little distracted.”
“Uh, I just… forgot something in the oven,” he stammered, backing away as Amy reached out, her hands pawing at his ankle. “Everything’s fine, really. Nothing to worry about.”
As Sonya continued talking, Amy’s tongue brushed against his leg, making him flinch.
“I have to go Mom. I… I’ll call you back,” he blurted, ending the call abruptly.
Amy lunged forward as soon as he set the phone down, her tongue making with his foot again. Brian groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Amy, what the hell are you doing?” he asked, pulling his foot away as she continued to crawl after him like a mindless animal.
Brian dropped to his knees, grabbing Amy’s face in his hands. Tears welled in his eyes as he stared into her vacant gaze.
“Amy, please,” he begged. “You have to snap out of it. I can’t fix this if you don’t come back. This will ruin everything. If Mom sees you like this… if anyone sees you like this…”
With him so close, another instinct came to the air headed girl. Automatically, Amy moved forward in an attempt to kiss him.
“No! Stop it! Just stop!” he recoiled.
A string of drool fell from her lips, landing on her chest. Brian groaned, his hands shaking as he wiped at his face.
“Jake was right. I should’ve listened to him. What the hell was I thinking?”
Not surrendering, Amy tried again, but this time, she succeeded, invading her brother’s mouth with her own. This made Brian kiss her a little before pushing her away again.
“No! I can’t keep doing this! I wasn’t thinking! That’s the problem! Always thinking with my dick, never with my head. And now look where it’s gotten me! God, I’ve really fucked up. She’s… she’s ruined because of me. She can’t even think anymore. This isn’t what I wanted. This isn’t what I thought would happen.”
Brian clenched his fists, anger and self-loathing swirling in his chest.
“Now I’ve destroyed her, and for what? A fucking fantasy? I’m such a goddamn idiot!”
But as despair threatened to overwhelm him, Brian’s mind processed everything in overdrive, darting from one possible solution to another, only to discard them just as quickly.
“Okay, maybe… maybe I could just keep her home. Hide her until she… until she… what? Gets better? How the hell is that going to happen when she can’t even think? Goddamn it! There has to be a way!” he shouted to himself. “Think, think!”
His eyes closed as he connected the dots.
“Jake mentioned those Vox videos. He said they explain everything. I should’ve paid attention.”
With renewed determination, Brian opened his browser, his fingers trembling as he typed the keyboard to enter Vox’s website.
“Vox,” he repeated with a spark of hope. “That guy has to know something.”
He hit search, his eyes scanning the results as the list of videos appeared on his screen. “I’ll figure this out,” he said aloud, almost as if trying to convince himself. “I have to.”