Eric

Eric lay sprawled across the couch in a sweaty, cum-soaked mess, legs still lazily spread as Travis’s load slowly leaked out of her. Her hypersensitive breasts tingled with every breath. She had the biggest, dopiest smile on her face, completely blissed out.

The Slavegirl lifestyle change locked in, but it only made her existing extreme mental limitations crystal clear the second she wasn’t actively fucking or serving.

Travis sat up, still breathing hard. “Fuck… Eric, you good?”

She blinked up at him slowly, head tilting like a confused puppy. “Good…? What’s… good? Is that like… yummy food?”

Travis’s eyes widened. “Uh… are you hurt anywhere? Do you need water or something?”

“Water…?” Eric frowned hard, the word clearly difficult. She thought for a long moment, then brightened. “Is that the wet stuff? Like when you cum in my mouth? That tastes good. Can I have more of that instead?”

Travis rubbed his face. “Jesus… okay, what’s your name?”

“Name…?” She giggled, the question obviously too complicated. “I think it was… Er… something? Eric? But that’s a boy name. I’m not a boy. I have boobies and a pussy. Boys don’t have those.” She poked one of her heavy breasts and giggled again as it jiggled. “Can I have a new name, Master? One that fits a pretty slavegirl like me? I’m too dumb to pick one myself. My head gets all empty when I try to think of words.”

Travis stared at her in disbelief. “You… seriously can’t even remember your own name?”

Eric shook her head happily. “Nope! Thinking is hard. Fucking is easy. Serving you is easy. Everything else makes my brain go fuzzy and pink.” She crawled closer on all fours, pressing her tits against his leg. “Please give me a new name, Master. Something cute like… Bimbo? Or Cumdump? Or whatever you want. I’ll answer to anything you say.”

Travis let out a long breath, still processing. “Alright… from now on, you’re ‘Bubbles.’ My stupid little slavegirl Bubbles.”

“Bubbles!” She lit up with pure joy, repeating it a few times like it was the best thing she’d ever heard. “I’m Bubbles! Thank you, Master! That’s a pretty name for a dumb girl like me.”

Travis tested her further. “What day is it, Bubbles?”

“Day…? Is that the bright time or the dark time?” She looked genuinely lost. “I don’t know numbers. Numbers are hard. Can I just suck your cock again? I know exactly how you like your balls licked. That’s easy.”

“What’s two plus two?” he asked, half horrified, half fascinated.

“Two…?” Bubbles’ face scrunched up in intense concentration. After almost thirty seconds she gave up with a shrug and a giggle. “I don’t know. What’s two? Is that a number? I bet it’s a pretty big number. I can’t count that high. I only know how to count how many times you cum in me. That’s important.”

Travis shook his head. “You’re actually retarded now outside of sex, aren’t you, Bubbles?”

Bubbles beamed proudly, completely unbothered. “Yes, Master! I’m super stupid at everything except being your perfect slavegirl. My head is only good for obeying and making your cock feel amazing. Everything else is too hard.” She nuzzled against his thigh again. “So… can I suck you clean now, Master? Pretty please? Bubbles wants to be useful.”

She looked up at him with pure, empty-headed devotion, waiting eagerly for any command at all.

Travis stared down at the gorgeous, brainless girl who used to be his best friend. She was now a complete sexual savant and total idiot slave — utterly useless for anything except pleasing him.

And she had never looked happier.