Case of the Cumbrains

"Just- Just copy and paste that into the text. Don't write it yourself." Gale paused before she added something teasingly. "If you tried to type something out, you'd probably make all sorts of silly little typos. And she doesn't need to know that you have cumbrains quite yet."

"OK, Gale." Victor sluggishly reached for his phone and copied the message. "I sent it."

"Good boy. So, ah..." When Gale spoke, there was this edge of nervous anticipation to it. Victor didn't really notice, but he knew he loved how breathy she sounded. "So I feel a little silly calling you 'Vex' out loud." There was a long pause. "Tell me your name."

Victor almost snorted with laughter. That was an easy question! "My name's Victor," he said simply, letting the phone fall from his hand. It barely dropped three inches, it was fine.

Gale purred with delight. "Mmf-" And not two moments later, her voice had take on an element of predatory playfulness. "Pleasure to finally meet you, Victor."

Mmf. OK, yeah, hearing his name cooed like that sent shivers down Victor's spine, and it didn't seem as if Gale's teasing was going to stop anytime soon. Her voice was still feather-light, as if she knew he was on the verge of sleep and didn't want to wake him up. "So you really liked that video of me dressed up as a goddess, huh, Victor? Say 'yes' for me."

Victor nodded before he realized she couldn't see him. Then he realized she'd told him what to do, and his cheeks tinted pink. "Yes. Sorry, I'm kinda out of it, and- Uh, I mean-" He gulped, hand inching towards his lap out of pure instinct. "I nodded first, and-"

Gale giggled, and Victor bit his lower lip. "It's OK, Victor. Boys get silly around me. And you probably feel extra silly right now. But that was still a very naughty thing to do. And very silly, too."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"You pumped yourself dumber to a pre-recorded video. You only had to ask..." Gale sounded incredible, a hot, steamy purr, but it only got hotter. It was like she was trying to talk him off with words alone. And it was kind of working?

"...because I'd be happy to video chat with you. In fact." She huffed with delight. "It'd be my pleasure."

Victor leaned back further in his seat, the boneless slump of his posture turning to squirming, air-humping eagerness as Gale segued seamlessly into steamy, seductive "phone" sex.

"I would absolutely love to see your eyes go dull as you just stare at my big, bouncy boobies, and all you have to do is accept my video call. Then you can show off that thick, juicy cock and pump yourself stupid to my sexy little show. I can strip, I can tease, I can even cast a charm spell over you and make your cock feel extra nice, and all you have to do is be a good boy and do whatever I say. Do you wanna cum, Victor?"

He nodded again, but this time he was so desperate that he croaked a needy "Yes!" without any prompting. Victor had started to jerk himself off again, utterly addicted to her voice already.

"You wanna be a cum-dumb stud for my big, fat titties? Wanna watch me bounce, bounce, bounce until you empty your balls for me? Wanna be my stupid, sexy stud?"

"Yes!"

"Are you jerking off right now? Victor!" She feigned shock, scandalized by the mere thought of how he was pumping his cock, tongue lolling out and balls churning harder and harder. "You're just a horny, thick-dicked dummy for me, aren't you! Cum, cum, cum, Victor! Cum, cum, cum, Victor!"

His eyes crossed, and he thrust his hips forward. At this point, he was more fucking his hand than stroking his cock, a desperate, rutting animal trying to fuck the voice purring in his ear, telling him to cum, cum, cum!

But even if Victor was just turning stupider and stupider, Gale kept him on-track. Relatively, at least. "One hand on the mouse, Victor! As soon as you cum, cum, cum for my voice, I want you to click on the big, bright 'accept' button so I can see you on my screen! And you're gonna see me, too! And then you can cum again and again and again! Gonna be my silly, sexy stud, my big, brainless bull! You wanna be the Golden Calf's bull, Victor? You wanna see the big, jiggly titties you're gonna fuck real soon?"

He just kept nodding, head bobbling up and down as he thrust faster and faster. Victor's jaw dropped with pleasure, still nodding mindlessly as he grunted and groaned. "Uh! Duh! C-" He pumped a fat wad of spunk into the air, this one splurting out of his cockhead so hard that it streaked over his face. "Cum, cum, cum! Dumb, dumb, dumb!" Somehow he managed to click the right button, and the first thing Gale saw of Victor was him wringing his cock dry, eyes crossed, three orgasms splattered all over his body, a sex-drenched mess.

And apparently she liked what she saw.

Her camera was tilted a bit lower, more focused on her heaving cleavage than her face, but with her forearms mashed up on either side of her tits, pressing up against each other and deepening her cleavage, it was hard to care. One hand seemed to press somewhere lower, just out of sight, but Victor wasn't concerned with that, he was just staring mindlessly and shamelessly at her rack.

"Good boy, suh- such a good boy! You like feeling cum-dumb, Victor? Wanna be a stupid titty addict?" She wobbled her chest from side to side, letting her massive tits take him even deeper into the mindless sexual fugue he'd pumped himself into already.

Victor only grunted, nodding, still jerking himself off. His cock only bloated up fatter as he rushed headlong into another brain-draining orgasm, and with Gale's voice and her body coaxing and cajoling him into cum, cum, cumming again, he barely lasted seconds this time. Victor full-on moaned and went absolutely boneless in his seat as he came for the fourth time that night, his body pushed further than it had been in months, and his brain utterly empty thanks to his condition.

And as he splurted a few more ropy shots of jizz into the air, Gale almost seemed to shiver in her seat, mewling as her body tensed...and relaxed.

The two of them simply sat there for a moment, panting, basking in the pleasure. Gale was a bit more collected once she came down into the bliss of afterglow, but Victor was just a sloppy mess, splayed out in his seat and grinning from ear to ear.

And lucky for Gale, his headphones were still on.

"OK, Victor," she said gently. "I want you to listen as carefully as you can..."

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Victor sighed. Packing was, in a word, bullshit. Even when he wasn't the one paying for supplies, it sucked, and that was the end of it. He folded up another shirt, put it in the box, and moved on to the next.

"Vicky!"

He glanced to his phone. "Yes, Gale?"

"Are you almost done packing up your clothes? I wanna ask you something on cam!"

He shook his head with a smirk. "What, the sweet sound of my voice isn't enough? You're incorrigible." Another shirt went into the box. "What is it? You can ask me over speakerphone."

"Uh, actually I fucking can't, because it's about which top makes me look hotter."

"Mm. I see." Another shirt went into the box, folded a bit more hastily than the last. Victor stood up, plucked his phone from the mattress, and walked to his desk. "All right. I'm at my computer, just give me a moment. Oh, and, uh-"

"Yeah?"

Victor shifted in his seat, smiling despite himself. "I don't quite know if I ever really said anything in the moment. In fact, I'm all but certain I didn't. But, ah." He scratched the back of his head. "Thanks for. You know. Looking after me while I had. You know."

Victor could all but see the smug grin on her face as Gale filled in the embarrassed blank. "Cumbrains?"

"...That's the one. Uh. I still-" He gulped. "I still don't know what must've come over me, but- Yeah, I just wanted to say that I appreciate you making sure I took care of myself, and." His face only got hotter. "And I, ah. I."

"...Victor?"

"I, ah. I appreciate your offer to. You know. Let me move in with you. Even if it was kind of out of the blue, it was extremely generous, and."

...And kind of inappropriate? In fact, why was Victor doing this? Uprooting his entire life and moving across the country to-

"Aw, Vicky!" The delighted trill of Gale's voice guided his thoughts away from those pesky questions, and- "You're so sweet. Here, hop on video so we can decide what I'm going to wear during our, ah. First night together."

-And soon Victor stopped thinking about all the unanswered questions entirely. Things didn't need to add up, not when he had a girlfriend as gorgeous as Gale. As his cock stiffened in his pants, Victor's heart started to pound. No need to think, some vague half-memory reminded him. Just listen to Gale, and everything will be OK.

Victor nodded, eyelids drooping. No need to think. Just had to listen to Gale. Everything would be OK.

The call came in, and with a click, Victor answered.