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jammed-out · 7 months
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Invisible Strings
“Hey check it out. There’s a weird puppet over here!” May called out to her friend from across the antique shop. She hoped that he heard her, it was a pretty big shop and the puppet was just to weird to not share.
It looked like some kind of marionette but as if it was never finished. It’s wooden body had no discernible features to it. As if it was a children’s doll, fresh out of the box, no clothes, just a plain smooth surface. Except for it’s face which seemed to be just a generic looking face. It was pretty creepy, the way it was strung up, strings holding it up loosely, tied to some handle up above.
May reached out and grabbed its body pulling it closer to take a look. She ran her thumb over the bare stomach, recoiling quickly, letting it fall back against the shelf with a thud as something sharp pricked her finger. She raised it to her mouth, sucking on it, trying to remove the splinter that had caught her.
“Stupid fucking doll.” She mumbled around her finger.
“I’m not a doll. I’m a puppet.”
May stopped and froze. She turned back to the puppet slowly and looked at it. It didn’t move. She sighed in relief. Must be losing it.
She turned back around intending to walk away but suddenly felt stuck. It was as if her legs wouldn’t move. She tried to step forward but couldn’t even bend her knee to lift her foot. May tried, her face squeezing together tightly in effort to no luck.
“Puppets don’t get to control themselves. You should know that.”
May turned to the sound of the voice. Back over her shoulder, the puppet hung there, staring at her, hand outstretched. From it invisible strings seemed to connect to May’s body. She could see them shimmer in the air.
The puppet pulled and May’s body spun around, pivoting on one foot. She stomped down, heavy feet dragging her back towards the puppet. She couldn’t fight it. Her whole body moved like a marionette, invisible strings holding her upright.
The closer she got the more the puppet looked like her. It’s face had the unmissable angles and curves of hers but in puppet form. Long red hair fell from the top of its head, cascading over its shoulders. Gone was the template body, instead, it’s nude form looked exactly like her body. Even down to its pussy and the tattoo she had right above it.
May tried to scream but the only thing that happened was her jaw went slack, falling down leaving her mouth open. She tried to close it. To move, to do anything, but she was stuck in place. She felt her knees buckle and dropped to the ground, legs spread out under her.
May watcher as around the corner Charlie peaked his head. He smiled and crossed over to her. “Hey May. Finally found you. This place is a maze.” He stopped just in front of her kneeling body. “What’re you doing?”
“Hey hot stuff. May’s not in control anymore. She’s my puppet.” The puppet said on the shelf. It’s hand twitched forcing her to wave as if to prove a point.
“Wait what? So what are you? Some kind of magical puppet?” He asked looking between May and the puppet. May felt so small and useless being talked over like that.
“Something like that. May down there is now stuck with me controlling her for life. The more we’re connected, the more she’ll become the puppet. Want to take her for a test ride? I’ll feel everything she does and I’m starving for cock.”
There was no way Charlie was going to do this. He wouldn’t. He’d help May out. She was sure of it. Or at least she was up until the moment she was staring at his cock.
She felt herself be forced to smile. Her hands moved, gripping his hips as her mouth wrapped around the head. She swirled her tongue over the tip feeling it start to harden in her mouth. She was so embarrassed. She was in public. Anyone could see her.
“That’s a good puppet May. We’re going to have so much fun together.”
May nodded and felt her eyes droop. Drool poured out of her mouth onto her shirt as she worked more and more of the cock into her throat.
Her hand stuffed itself under her skirt, rubbing her drenched pussy through her underwear. She wanted to stop, to cry out, to beg for help, but she was nothing more than a puppet now.
Charlie grunted, cumming in her throat. His cock twitching with each time he thrusted. He slowly pulled backwards, dragging his wet cock from her mouth. She followed it. Eyes wide, hungry for more.
“Great job May. Now come on Charlie and finish your part of the deal. Get me out of this shop and I’ll keep May here your perfect little fuck puppet.”
May tried to turn to look up at Charlie but instead her body went limp crumpling onto the floor. Charlie had done this to her. But why?
“Sorry May. But when I saw this puppet I just knew you’d be so much better as a living doll. Don’t worry though.” May felt the strings grip her, dragging her limbs, pulling her body back up into a standing position. Her head rolled across her shoulders. She could see Charlie holding the puppet in his arms. It smiled at May waving its hand. May found herself waving too. “I’ll take good care of you puppet.”
May wanted to scream and curse at him. But all she Magee to say was “I’ll be your perfect fuck puppet!”
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Oh, the things we become for those we love
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and then everyone had nightmares for a month. the end
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taralen · 3 months
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"W-What's happening to me?!"
It started one morning without any prior signs or warnings. They first appeared as unusual bruises, but as the days passed, they swelled and inflamed. A searing, agonizing pain tortured his wrists. Spamton turned to the strongest painkillers money could buy and covered the painful bands with gauze wraps. He couldn't let his employees see. They were already scrambling to improve numbers for the Q4. How could he motivate them while dealing with this?! Days passed, and they could no longer ignore his bandages. "Sir, are you alright? Did you injure yourself?" they asked. "Worry about your own problems," he said. "We have only a month left. Work on those numbers, and don't worry about me!" [[He]] wasn't answering the phone. What was keeping [[him]]?! He needed answers! Spamton changed the gauze wraps daily as the strange wounds worsened and seeped blood into them. His skin was rotting somehow, necrotizing beneath what felt like tight invisible bands eating away at his flesh but with no rotten odor. Delirium consumed him, coming in waves as the feverish agony of his strange affliction fought against his painkillers. Large round bruises appeared on the outer edge of his hands, transforming into painful, stab-like indentions within days, amplifying this torture. What was this affliction?!
He started wearing black gloves to hide the wraps, using the excuse that he was unusually cold from this strange virus he was fighting off.
WHERE WAS [[HE]]? ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE, YOU PIECE OF @#*(!!!
"It hurts... It hurts..." Spamton uttered, surrounded by his faithful Minitons that served him gentle foods and cooled his forehead as he fought the feverish chills that came and went. The painkillers stopped working, so he downed them with battery acid.
Dazed and confused, he awoke one morning with a terrible throbbing around his jaw. Did he grind his teeth too hard? What was going on?
Spamton stumbled into the bathroom, his hands and wrists now so swollen and inflamed that the capillaries threatened to burst. "I-I can do this. I just need to wash up." He prayed mentally for [[him]] to answer the phone. Please [HEAVEN] let this be the day. Nausea overcame him as he flipped the light switch on. He hurried to the sink and wretched blood and some tar-like substance into it. Heaving, he brought his hand up to massage his aching jaw. When he raised his head, he gazed into his reflection, his stomach dropping as his thumb and forefinger ran down the lines extending from the corners of his lips to the bottom of his chin. They were bruises...
He trembled and then vomited even more blood and black ooze into the sink. With his fingers digging into his scalp, he screamed, "WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!"
Started off as a doodle that I decided to do something with. This is a teaser of how I imagine the [very painful and slow]] transformation Spamton endures while becoming a puppet. I decided to write a small fic with it to give a better idea of the pure agony I imagine him enduring during this time. It's subject to change, but this is the best I got at the moment. LOL.
Though I drew this a while back, I was partially inspired by @keylee's short animation where Big Shot Spamton loses his @#$^ and vomits into a sink. Check it out here:
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soda-sparkss · 4 months
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**HYPERVENTILATES**
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tumblr ruined the quality BUT someone in the geriatric server mentioned "What if the houses in Welcome Home were Transformers" and i nearly shit myself from excitement- It was mentioned last year, but last night I finally got the motivation to draw it and post it
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saikakin · 5 months
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Imagine a blonde boy who climbs on the window sill at night and invites you to play together.
So grab his hand, and he will fly you away from your troubles to the clouds to fly freely, to make friends with the stars.
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kagoutiss · 8 months
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divine intoxication
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zal-cryptid · 7 months
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✨️ B A D E N D I N G ✨️
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eldritch-araneae · 9 months
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Bumblebee Week Day 1 - Cybertron
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Free yourself Float away Let go Or here you'll stay Hold it close And open wide You have no faith The mirror lied 'Til the truth comes out 'Til the truth comes out 'Til the truth comes out Every night I die just a little All this time, I'm caught in the middle All your life, you fought with no winning This is just the end of the beginning Every night I die just a little All this time, I'm caught in the middle All your life, you fought with no winning This is just the end of the beginning
Song: Les Friction - The End of the Beginning
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phytine · 3 months
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It's always sad when I read darkship fics on ao3 and the author feels the need to tell in the notes "I don't condone their behaviour. It is absolutely not okay. If you are in this type of relationship know it is not okay, etc." a.d the added bonus is when you have (US) emergency calls for these situation just after.
And my dear, I had to go through a limit age and a trigger warning to enter your fic. I am a grown person, I don't need you to coddle me and frankly... it is a bit weird to assure us that you don't condone murder and rape. Everyone is aware without you stating it, don't worry.
We are in the darkfic lands, you can't lost yourself here. No need to justify, we are all here willingly.
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nana-doodles · 6 months
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HERE HE IS!!!! 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠
Transformers Animated Bumblebee fused with Billy the puppet... And he wants to play a game!!!
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What a rush to move Not just of my own accord What a rush to be Pulled along on wire thin strings Tis a privilege To feel this giddy throat-clench To dance your warm dreamlike waltz
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hey if puppets bathed how would they do that. if with water they'd get waterlogged and wouldn't be able to move until they dried enough, i presume. plus that can cause Damage. what the fuck do they do to get the grime off
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meyerlansky · 8 months
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did they KNOW they were making an entire game about bodily autonomy and the trauma that comes from being denied it
or did that just happen to come out as a theme in the wash
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soda-sparkss · 4 months
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back on my shit again
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(click for better quality)
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saikakin · 5 months
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“Romeo, you made a deal with Gippetto, didn't you? Don't trust him! The FUCKING old man is nothing but a scoundrel!Please,for my sake -- don't promise him anything! ”
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