Puppeted

Something different, something dark. Made with Midjourney.

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‘Oh thank god. I thought this was never going to end’ I groaned as I stared at the ugly, fat man who had done this to me. But there was no response save the silence of my own mind as my body, or whatever was left of it, mimicked his movements as he sat in his gaming chair in the pigsty of an apartment. When his bloated face smiled, I smiled. When he laughed, I giggled. And all I wanted to do was cry and scream and somehow punch my way out of the screen I was trapped in, but now I was just a puppet, a puppet attached to the gross guy I had the misfortune of walking past while heading to work. My name used to be Yua Futabi. Now it's just 'Sakura Raven'.

"Thanks for the great stream, everyone! Make sure to like, subscribe and hit the bell so you don't miss my uploads!" My voice said with a giggle to the faceless names in the sidebar next to me. I gave a playful salute before I felt my face turn sultry and I leaned in close to the screen I was trapped behind, "And a VERY special thank you to everyone that donated. Join my Patreon where I post private videos for everyone that subs at the Cherry Blossom level..."

I wanted to sob but I felt my tongue stick out playfully before I frantically and comically waved goodbye before finally the stream ended. The screen went dark and everything went black as my puppeteer closed down my program and I drifted into what I was calling sleep. Waiting for the next broadcast or recording session where I'd be paraded out in some new frilly dress or barely anything at all.

The day that I became nothing more than a animated torso on a screen started just like all the others. I had come to the United States from Japan to study nursing, and was just out of nursing school and had just gotten a job at the nearby hospital. It wasn't a huge facility nor was it located in any glittering metropolis, but it was nice. I lived near enough that on good weather days, I just walked to work in the mornings because of how nice the neighborhood was. I felt safe, even at night, though I sometimes still took the bus of called an Uber because I was tired. Or rode home with some of the other nurses. Life in America was nice, and a far cry from the dangerous, gun-ridden racist wasteland that my family had warned me about. But it honestly had been beginning to feel like home. I never knew my desire to stay healthy and just enjoy being outdoors would doom me to never seeing them again. It was my hair that did me in. I had dyed it a rich purple two nights before, wanting my long black hair to stand out and maybe catch the eye of one of the cute doctors, but instead it caught the eye of some stinking, lurking beast sitting at the bus stop as I walked past. He gave me a lopsided, leering grin as he stared at me from behind his glasses, which lightly fogged from each wheezing breath he took from his mouth. I tried not to label people, but this guy? He was a total weeb.

"I like your hair!" He croaked as I passed. I could smell the stink on him and rolling out of his neckbeard mouth and tried not to gag.

"T-thank you!" I did my best to smile as I kept moving. Safe area or not, as a woman I knew to just keep moving. Especially if someone gave me the creeps.

"I think you'd be perfect" He said, groaning with effort as he pulled his huge bulk up from the bus stop bench. My eyes widened and I picked up the pace, but I didn't get past the bus stop before his heavy hand stopped me in my tracks. He stuffed something into my back and there was an electric jolt, I tried to scream but all that came out was a autotuned moan as my body seized up.  The world began to grow around me as he whispered something I couldn't understand into my ear as everything went black. 

When I...awoke, he was staring at me with that same creepy grin on his face, light by a bright white light. Behind him was a filthy apartment full of dirty clothes, topless posters of women both real and anime, along with small mountains of pizza boxes and soda cans. Whatever else was there, I couldn't see beyond the illumination of his gross body...And I couldn't move! I tried to call out, but I couldn't speak! All I could do was stand there, naked, with the feeling of my arms stretched out on either side of me. What was going on!? I screamed, I cursed, I tried to move my body but there was only silence and stillness...until he began moving his mouse while his other hand grabbed onto...something below the desk. And then I felt my body changing.

Each movement of the mouse was like a scalpel of a plastic surgeon. I could feel it moving across my face, changing my features, giving me larger eyes, my nose being shaved away with each pass of the cursor, my lips turning pouting as the invisible feeling plucked away at my eyebrows and tickled my face with the application of makeup. I wanted to wince as my hair was pulled down, the purple locks dangling in my frozen vision before I felt it being styled and pulled down around my shoulders. The most extreme change was as my breasts began to expand and kept and expanding and expanding until they finally stopped. I could feel their not insubstantial weight hanging off me, a far cry from the petite mounds I'd possessed before. I could feel them jiggling as the mouse moved rapidly across them, and my captor moaned with pleasure as his lower hand and arm began moving up and down. Eventually the perverse look of pleasure on his face faded and he went back to changing my body against my will. My stomach was pinched in and my hips pulled outwards to proportions that no human woman could (medically safe at least) have. He left my arms and legs mostly alone, a few tucks here and there,and then he painted my finger and toenails. He stared at me for a long while, making small tweaks here and there while his other hand continued to move under the desk...and then the changes finally stopped. Next up I could feel fabric draping over me. First was a huge, frilly dress, the second was a skimpy bathing suit, and the fashion show went on and on until whoever this monster was decided I looked best in a somewhat geeky, casual outfit that hugged my curves in all the right places.

I had gone mentally hoarse from the screaming. But the nightmare was only going to get worse as he began fiddling with something else. It felt like an itching in my mind, I couldn't tell what he was doing to me! And then he left for a bit, leaving me to call out hopelessly for anyone that could hear me, to tug against the invisible shackles that held me in the T-pose. But then he returned, wearing a black suit that clung tight to his obese body, with white dots cheering it. And then with a few clicks, I felt the strings holding me go slack for a momet... But I still couldn't move! At least, not until HE began to move. Every movement he made, I made. He lifted his arms, I lifted mine. He struck k a pose, so did I. He smile that disgusting grin of his, and I flashed a sweet one. He grabbed his tits...and I grabbed mine. I was nothing more than a puppet! And then he even took my voice away from me! He slid on a headset and began testing it.

"One, two, three, hello hello hello?" He grunted, and I replied back with a "One, two, three, hello, hello, hello?" perfectly, with only my somewhat thick accent getting in the way of making it a perfect replica. He smiled and I smiled, even though I was terrified. His thick sausage fingers clicked over the keyboard again, and then we both spoke, my voice now less accented, and a bit higher and more bubbly. I still sounded Japanese but more like an American actress putting on just a slight accent. I could still hear myself...but there was so much of me that was no longer in what was now my voice.

The final change was my name. My captor sat for a long time, staring at me, then tapping fiercely on the keyboard (I did as well though it was only nothingness that I touched), only to look disappointed and go back to staring. I could do nothing as I started straight ahead and held onto whatever sanity I could as I broke down mentally. I just wanted to go home! Maybe I'd wake up from this nightmare in my bed! Maybe I would- but then he smiled and he clicked his fingers against the keyboard one more time and pushed 'enter', and I felt a new name lock into my mind; Sakura Raven. My original name was still there but this just felt...more important? I couldn't describe why my old name felt like it belonged to someone else now. The monster grinned, and so did I. And then a few clicks more and existence faded away into darkness once more. I didn't even dream. And when I awoke, the nightmare began all over again, though this time I was seated in a chair, in some tacky bedroom! In front of me were small panels, chat boxes, spinning numbers and, of course, HIS face. I tried to escape and scream, but again I was powerless to do anything until HE did. I still didn't know what I had become until he began speaking, my changed voice repeating his lines perfectly as I desperately tried to fight it.

"Hello everyone, I'm your girl, Sakura Raven and welcome to my Livestream! We're gonna have lots of fun playing videos games and hanging out! Hehe!" I felt myself saying in that Americanized version of my accent, complete with a bubbly giggle as the fat man posed in front of me.

I was confused for a long time, but eventually, after several days, I began to see names popping up in one of the side panels. Text appearing next to them, and then my body and voice reacting to them! I had become some gross weeb's vtuber avatar! I...I wasn't even a person anymore, just a collection of anime style  rendered polygons on a screen! Oh god!

And that has been my life ever since. Days turned into weeks and months. I still don't know who the man is or how he did this to me, or why I was 'perfect', only that there's no escape. That all I can do is watch as he pilots my body however he wants, interacting with his growing numbers of subscribers and then having to watch as me makes me debase myself even further by doing private and much more intimate videos for his Patreons. My body shifts tand changes to his whims, my outfits growing more ridiculous the bigger his fanbase grows. I don't even get to call the background my bedroom, as he changes it! The only peace I get is when he closes my program. I don't know if my friends and family are looking for me, and even if they were, I look different enough now, with even an anime layer tossed on top of me that they'd never know who I was. 

I find myself hoping that maybe a bolt of lightning will fry the PC that has become my home. Please, if you see me, don't like, subscribe or ring that bell. Maybe if I stop being a profitable video tool, he'll grab some other girl and delete me.