Emmy Finds Out What a Click Can Do
"Oh come on, Jen, you can't just train someone to be stu--" The clicker sounded before Emmy could finish her sentence, and she broke off abruptly as a wave of pleasure utterly derailed her train of thought. It was just the purest, the most brain-breaking pulse of bliss she could possibly imagine, and for a moment everything stopped while she drifted along in its endless warmth and felt her cunt throb in sympathy for the ecstasy her mind was experiencing. She emerged from it to find her eyes crossed and her tongue lolling out in an expression of blank stupefaction, and her hands gripping her small breasts through her shirt. Her nipples were already stiff under her fingers.
It was an obvious refutation of her claim, but Emmy rallied as best she could. "O-okay, but that was, that was just once," she fumbled out, all too aware that she'd just ceded without question the axiomatic truth of Jen's ability to simply click her thoughts away as though such a thing made perfect sense without any need for explanation. "But I mean, uhm, I--I didn't see it coming, and I think if I knew you were going to do it I… I would…." She caught herself glancing over in Jen's direction, instinctively bracing herself for another mind-melting intrusion of bliss, and it wasn't until she realized she'd simply trailed off into blank fascination all on her own that she tried to stir her sluggish brain back into action. "I mean I wouldn't let you--"
That was when Jen clicked again, and Emmy's face once again assumed that same expression of ahegao idiocy as her thoughts simply dead-ended into pure euphoria. It was every bit as strong as she could possibly imagine, exactly as much pleasure as she could fit into her suddenly empty brain, and this time when she emerged from her momentary stupor Emmy found that her shirt was pulled all the way up to her collarbone and her fingers were pinching her nipples so hard it almost hurt. Emmy rarely bothered with a bra when she was just hanging out around the apartment, not with tits as small as hers, and a wave of mingled embarrassment and lust hit her at the realization that her pert breasts were fully exposed to Jen's lascivious gaze.
"I, I don't think this is going anywhere pro--um, product--um, good," Emmy stammered, unable to avoid noticing the way the big word didn't seem to fit into her head anymore. "I, I think I should--" she started to take a step in the direction of her bedroom, knowing that it had to look like she was giving up and running away but not caring anymore if it meant she got to hold onto even a little bit of her brain, but she learned too late that her shorts and panties were down around her ankles and she wound up getting tangled in the entwining fabric and falling backward onto the couch. And just as she was trying to get the suddenly confusing articles of clothing back into place, Jen clicked again and everything went white.
When she came back to herself, Emmy was on all fours like a dog on the couch, completely naked and gazing up at Jen with an expression of idiotic affection on her ahegao face. "I, um… wha', what was I saying?" she asked, completely giving up the struggle of coming up with her own thoughts and outright asking Jen to fill the void in her head… and she had just barely enough wit to recognize the familiarity of this moment before another click filled the silence and Emmy's mind drooled clean out of her cunt.
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