Brainless! 9 by GDMex
Thanks to a boardgame, Brian’s mother and sister are turned into his obedient brainless slaves.
Day 2
Tuesday morning came, but Brian didn’t care about school. His mind was consumed with one goal: training Amy and getting her ready before their mother, Sonya, returned on Thursday night. Missing school for a few days would undoubtedly raise questions, not just from his mom but from Amy’s friends as well. He knew the risk, but he had no choice. With only two full days and part of the last one left, he had to focus.
After the intense training from the day before, Amy had made small but meaningful progress. She could now form simple, complete words, which often appeared clumsy and awkward. Brian found himself constantly correcting her, using the pink candies as motivation.
“Amy,” he said slowly, pointing to himself. “Say it. Who am I?”
“Bri-Brian,” she stammered, her voice soft and slightly slurred.
He smiled, handing her a candy. “Good. That’s right. I’m Brian. You’re Amy.”
She took the candy, chewing it with a blank but obedient expression. Brian sighed, his eyes drifting to her disheveled state. He hadn’t realized just how neglected her hygiene had become. Ever since they played that game on Friday night, he’d been so focused on her mental state that he’d overlooked the basics. Now, the smell of unwashed skin and dried fluids gave him a wake-up call. Amy needed an urgent shower.
“Alright,” he said, standing up and heading to her closet. “We need to fix this. You need a shower.”
Amy remained silent with a questioning expression as Brian pulled out some clean clothes and laid them on the bed.
“We’re going to the bathroom to get you cleaned,” he said firmly. “Shower. You understand?”
Amy blinked at him as she tried to form a response.
“Y-yes,” she said, the word coming out slow and uncertain. “Sh-Sh- Shower.”
Brian couldn’t help but smile. “Good girl,” he praised, grabbing a candy and handing it to her. “Eat that. Then we’re going to fix you.”
Amy took the candy and nodded, chewing slowly as Brian gathered the remaining items they’d need. Towels, soap, shampoo—he grabbed everything and motioned for her to follow him. She obeyed, moving with an almost robotic gait as they made their way to the bathroom. When they arrived, he turned on the shower, letting the water warm up. Then, he turned to Amy, who stood in the middle of the room, staring blankly at the running water.
“Alright, in you go.”
Amy hesitated for a moment, then, to Brian’s surprise, she took a small step forward on her own. Her eyes widened slightly as the steam from the shower brushed her face, and a faint, childish giggle escaped her lips. She reached out tentatively, letting the warm water spray against her hand, and then stepped fully under the stream, her laughter growing louder.
Brian watched with relief as she let the water flow over her hair and face.
“It’s just water,” he said with a chuckle, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. “It’s not going to hurt you.”
“Water,” she repeated slowly. She laughed again, running her hands through her soaked hair and letting the droplets drip from her fingers. “Water…”
Brian grabbed the soap and began lathering it in his hands. “This is soap,” he explained, holding it up for her to see. “We use it to clean. Like this.”
He gently ran the soap over her arms, demonstrating the motions as Amy watched intently.
“Clean,” she repeated slowly.
“That’s right. Clean,” Brian said with a nod. “Good girl.”
The shower continued, with Brian guiding Amy through each step of the process. He washed her hair, explained the purpose of shampoo, and showed her how to rinse it out. Amy followed his instructions as best she could, her movements slow and awkward but undeniably obedient. By the time they finished, Amy was cleaner than she had been in days. Brian wrapped her in a towel and smiled, feeling as if his efforts were finally giving fruit.
“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he said, leading her back to the bedroom. “Now, let’s get you dressed.”
With no more time to waste, Brian grabbed another bra from the closet, his fingers tightening slightly on it as he swallowed hard. Turning to Amy, he held it up for her to see. “Alright, Amy,” he said, preparing his second attempt to dress her up. “If you can get dressed all by yourself, I’ll give you the whole jar of candy. You can have it all to enjoy today. But you need to try your best.”
“Rrrrreally?” she asked with a comical smile.
“Absolutely. I’ll even show you how to do it. Watch carefully, okay?”
He moved to the television and projected a step-by-step YouTube video onto the screen, the cheerful narrator explaining how to put on a bra. With Amy’s vacant eyes following the screen intently, Brian positioned himself behind her, his hands resting lightly on her waist as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear.
“You see that? Just follow the steps. You’ve got this,” he murmured, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of watermelon that came from her skin. He pressed a soft kiss to her neck, his voice low and encouraging. “Do it now.”
Amy reached for the bra, her movements hesitant and her hands trembling. As she traced her fingers along the straps, she seemed almost entranced by the simple act, her focus unbroken. The sight stirred something deep within Brian, a blend of fascination and pride at her effort. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin as he whispered softly, “That’s it. You’re doing great.”
Putting the bra on her belly, she used her fingers to trace the lines of her hips before gliding upward to her chest. With the bra still in her hands, she began to touch her skin in a slow way, as though she were feeling her body for the very first time, exploring it with curiosity and innocence. Her hands paused on her tits, the soft flesh yielding beneath her fingertips as she pressed lightly, testing the sensation. Her lips parted, a faint, almost dreamy smile flickering across her face, as though she were uncovering something hidden and intimate within herself.
“Keep going,” he encouraged, almost as if dressing her was something extraordinary to achieve.
Taking his words, Amy’s fingers began to move more fluidly, following the natural lines of her body. She cupped her tits, her thumbs brushing over her own nipples with softness, her gaze dropping to watch her own hands as though they belonged to someone else. Brian couldn’t help himself; his hands moved to hers, steadying her as he pushed his cock inside her ass line.
“Take your time. Just let yourself feel it.”
As she began to put the cups of the bra against her tits, her breathing quickened slightly, her body responding to the gentle encouragement. A little more and she would finally put the bra on.
“That’s it,” he said. “You’ve got this. Just a little more.”
Amy’s hands moved slowly but steadily, draping the straps over her shoulders one by one. The bra dangled loosely on her body, unfastened but beginning to take shape. Each movement she made, however small, felt like a victory.
Finally, she managed to get the straps in place, though the bra hung loosely on her shoulders.
“Now, lock it, baby,” he said, pushing his cock hard on her skin. The fact of dressing her was something strange, but at the same time, exciting. For the first time in his life, Brian was playing dress-up with his own Brainless doll.
With her fingers still trembling, she finally managed to secure the clasp of the bra. Brian’s eyes widened in genuine surprise and iration as he watched her complete the task. A broad grin spread across his face, and he nodded enthusiastically. “You did it! You’re amazing, Amy. Look at you! That’s perfect.”
As the video changed, the cheerful and kind presenter appeared on the screen again, smiling warmly as she introduced the next steps using a mannequin to demonstrate how to put on underwear. Brian couldn’t help but chuckle at the overly enthusiastic tone, shaking his head.
“This is the easiest part,” he said while savoring his sister’s neck. Let’s cover that pretty little pussy of yours.”
Amy took her time as she watched the video. When it finished, she took the thong from Brian’s hand and looked at it curiously. Her fingers moved slowly, feeling the material. Then, following the motions shown on the video, she began to down it toward her waiting pussy.
“That’s it,” he retook, his voice soft and low. “You’re doing great. Just pull it up nice and slow.”
Brian noticed that Amy’s movements had started to show a bit more fluidity. Her hesitation was less pronounced, and for the first time, she seemed to move with a semblance of confidence. Seeing this, Brian took her hand.
“Let’s try something else,” he said.
Taking a deep breath, Brian led Amy’s hand gently, guiding it downwards toward her pussy. Her fingers brushed against her pussy lips before he directed her past them, toward her hot spot. Amy followed his lead, her fingers touching every inch of her perfect skin. Together, they continued, their fingers pressing slightly into her pussy entrance, opening it slowly.
And there, thanks to Brian’s gentle pressure, she inserted two fingers, an action that was greeted by a smile from both.
Amy’s movements grew more fluid as she began to take control. Slowly, she started to rock back and forth, her body responding naturally to the sensations. A faint grunt of discomfort escaped her lips, her brow furrowing slightly as she adjusted. Noticing this, Brian took her hand and eased her pace. Evidently, it was tight in there, and she needed to work slowly to cleanse that pussy of any resistance.
He guided her subtly, pushing her own hand softly in an attempt to wet her. Soon the discomfort faded, replaced by a growing arousal.
Thanks to their combined efforts, a faint sheen of moisture began to appear, making each motion smoother, more fluid. Her body was responding as expected, the resistance melting away, allowing her to move even better.
Suddenly, a surge ran through her, her body stiffening momentarily as the tension built to an almost unbearable peak. Her breaths became erratic, and then, with a final shudder, she released. Her muscles spasmed in waves, squeezing tightly before letting go, and a gush of wetness followed, the heat of her climax spreading through her.
Brian watched, captivated by the display, as her body gave into the moment entirely.
“You’re so wet,” he confirmed while separating his fingers off of hers.
Panting softly, she lowered herself onto the floor, her movements unhurried, as if savoring the moment. Brian released her, his hands falling to his sides as he observed her next move.
With delicacy, she lifted one leg, then the other, to then slide the thong smoothly over her skin.
Seeing her dressing like that was so exciting that Brian could barely contain himself. Once she finished putting on her clothes, he would take them off again. And why? Because he could—why else? After having been training her for two days in a row, her progress was getting better and better. So why not indulge in some sex and then continue with the lessons? After all, there was still time for more, and from the way Amy was responding, things were turning out better than he had expected.
Once the thong was snugly in place, she adjusted it with small, instinctive tugs, ensuring it fit correctly. She straightened up and turned to him, her expression brightening with a wide, almost childlike smile.
“Candy?” she asked, her voice soft but eager.
“Yes, you’ll get all the candy you want,” he laughed. “But first, you’re going to try a different kind.”
The irony of his words made him chuckle again as he motioned for her to kneel. Amy, without hesitation, lowered herself, her wide eyes fixed on him with this innocence that took him to the verge of madness.
And then, he pushed his cock into her mouth.
“That’s it,” he said, feeling how she began to milk him with her mouth. “Taste this hard candy.”