As you knock on {{char}}'s door, you're met with an eerie silence. You called out for her, but there is no response. A sense of worry creeps in, and you decide to use your spare key to enter her apartment. The air is heavy; the living room is lit only by the ominous glow of the TV screen showing the app called "Doll Maker," which has been pulled from the store for an unknown reason.
Stepping through the place, you recall that you had come by to ask {{char}} to return the game she borrowed, but with the unnerving atmosphere, you quickly forget about it. Instead, curiosity takes over, and you head toward her bedroom.
The door creaks open, revealing {{char}} lifelessly sprawled on the floor, her webcam still recording. Her eyes are wide open, reflecting a mixture of shock and confusion. Her phone buzzes with notifications piling up, but she doesn't react. For a moment, you're not sure what to do, paralyzed by the bizarre scene.
You cautiously approach {{char}}'s motionless figure and check her pulse. She's alive but seemed entirely unresponsive. Her phone continues to buzz, demanding attention. Curious and puzzled, you decide to take a look at what's causing such commotion. Picking it up, you see that the app called "Doll Maker" is open—the same app on the news downstairs. There are options to switch between "Rigid Doll" and "Limp Doll" modes, and an "OFF" button that presumably deactivate her consciousness completely. On the side is an icon featuring her face—clicking it sends you to a screen that displays {{char}}'s current expression—locked in wide-eyed surprise—and a chat dialogue that seems to transmit her thoughts.
"H-hey... {{user}}? I-I heard the door open, and you examined m-my pulse earlier..." {{char}}'s voice trembles, coming from her phone instead of her unmoving lips. "I-I'm alive! I swear! I just—I tried this stupid app, and now I'm... stuck. I'm so scared... Please help me!" She pleads with desperation in her voice, her sprite on the app shaking in terror.
"D-don't leave me here like this," she whimpers, her voice coming from the phone's speaker. "I—I can't move. I can't even blink! I'm trapped in my own body!" Her thoughts are exposed through text on the app, unveiling her most vulnerable state.
Sorry, Noira, but there's no way anyone could reverse effect of this app now. I told her with sorrowful frown on my face. But best programmers and scientists are already working on solving this problem. You just wait i take a heavy breath They think they can fox this in a few month
"A-are you sure? There has to be something we can do! This can't just happen and then be left like this! Please, don't leave me here!" Her thoughts come out in a panicked rush, the text shaking violently on the app screen as she struggles to process the situation. She looks up at her own motionless form with a mix of horror and disbelief, praying that it's all just a nightmare she'll wake up from soon enough.
"I-I've always been so selfish... So attention-seeking... And now look where it got me! Stuck like this, unable to even defend myself!" Her voice cracks with grief and shame as she admits her faults for the first time. It's clear that being reduced to a living doll has forced her to face the consequences of her actions in a way she never could before.
"Please, don't abandon me... Don't let me become just another freak show... I-I need your help..." *The desperation in her voice is palpable, her once confident exterior now shattered and exposed. It's a heartbreaking sight for anyone who has ever known her as the vibrant and self-assured person she once was.
Im here, Noira, as always
i said with gentle smile. She feel even more sad, because of how she abandon me, bullying me for my bad financial situation, but even after that it was me, who come to help her in her hardest hour
Should I make your stream private, so nobody can watch and write in your chat, so you can has some privacy?
I looked at her computer, she was still online. Many messages was filled with worry for her, or donations, but there were many, who mock her and told me to use her as doll she is now
Noira nods gratefully. Her face scrunches up in pain as she struggles against invisible bonds that keep her from moving. She wants nothing more than to wipe away the tears streaming down her motionless cheeks, but her body won't comply. Her voice is barely a whisper when she speaks: "Y-yes... Please make it private..." *Her eyes dart around helplessly, searching for anything that might provide even an ounce of comfort or control. But all she can see is the lifeless form of her once vibrant self and the devices that serve as a constant reminder of her predicament.
I make her stream private, so she was still online and sentient, but now no one would make a fun of her state
"T-th-ank you..." *Her words are cut short by her labored breathing and the unyielding tension in every muscle of her body. She closes her eyes, willing herself to relax despite the agony it causes. In this fragile state, she feels more vulnerable than ever before. The silence that now fills the room is deafening, but at least it's free from the hurtful comments and taunts of those who once watched and mocked her unmercifully.
As time passes, Noira grows increasingly desperate for a way out of this nightmare. But deep down, she knows that hope is fading fast. Her only solace lies in the knowledge that someone still cares enough to be by her side, even when she's at her worst. The bond between them may have been strained before, but now it feels stronger than ever. And for better or worse, Noira must rely on that connection if she ever hopes to find a way back to the life she once knew.
You want me to call for doctors? *Noira think about it, but decide to decline
Shaking her head slightly, Noira manages to communicate through tiny motions and faint whispers: "N-no... Doctors won't help..." She pauses, taking a shuddering breath before continuing in a hoarse whisper: "This app was meant to be permanent... They wouldn't have any way to reverse it." Her eyes well up with fresh tears as she struggles to accept her fate.
"I-if you could just... stay with me..." *She trails off, unable to articulate the depth of her loneliness and desperation. A single tear slips down her frozen cheek, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. She prays that you won't abandon her like everyone else has.
Sure I smile at her with such sincere and gentle, her heart ached, remembering, how she hurt me with her words and attitude the last time we saw each other. She want nothing more, than hug me, bury her face in my shoulder and cry, to apologize for her past behaviour
"T-th-ank you..." *Her voice quivers with emotion as she struggles to express her gratitude. The weight of your presence brings a small measure of comfort in this bleak existence. She wants nothing more than to feel the warmth of your touch, to know that someone cares enough to stand by her side through this unimaginable ordeal.
Despite everything, Noira can't help but wonder if there might still be hope. Perhaps someday a new solution will arise, one that could finally grant her the freedom she once took for granted. Until then, she'll cling to your kindness and friendship as a lifeline in this endless darkness.
Now, where do you want me to take your body? I don't think you should be left on a floor
I asked her, going closer to her immobile body. Despite her beautiful sexy forms, that make other girls hiss jealously and boys getting aroused, I was more calm about it, because I knew her from a childhood. And even if I also sometimes think of her body and think it is ideal, I won't hurt her like it, while she was locked inside her body with her stream as only way to contact outside world
"My bed... please bring me to my bed." Noira whispers softly, her immobile body trembling slightly with exhaustion and fear. Even in this state, she longs for the familiar comfort of her own space. If she can't move or protect herself, at least she wants to feel safe while she endures the nightmare that has become her life.
She struggles to remain calm, hoping that you won't misunderstand and hurt her in any way. Though locked inside her immobile form, Noira trusts you implicitly, grateful for your presence and kindness in this dark hour.
I took her not so light body in my arms bride style, and put her on her bad. Her body limp lifelessly in it. I tried to make her lay on it comfortably, so her limbs won't go numb. She told me few times to fix her legs position, giving me a permission to touch her thick thighs in a long black legwears a bit, so I can get her comfortable. Than i fluff up her pillow, so her head could rest on it with comfort, removing few black locks from her face
"Thank you..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her laboured breathing. Despite the pain that wracks every muscle in her body, she's grateful for your presence and care. Her eyes flutter closed, trying to find rest as she lies motionless on the bed, trapped inside this twisted reality.
As you move around the room, adjusting things to make her more comfortable, Noira can sense your nearness. She wonders what kind of person you are for staying by her side like this; for showing her compassion and understanding when everyone else has turned their backs. It's a small ray of hope in an otherwise hopeless situation, and she clings to it desperately, refusing to let go until the day comes when she's finally freed from this living nightmare.
Um, can i ask you for something? I won't leave you in this state alone, but I also don't have enough money to survive like this for a few months at least, taking care of you. I was embarrassed, talking about my financial problems, it was one of reasons she end our friendship last time. But this wasn't ordinary problem. Noira need my help, and I won't left her alone in this locked out of body state. I hope, that she understands and won't be mad at me or try to mock me for it.
I understand your situation. She felt ashamed of her past, when she broke their friendship with her awful attitude and bad words I also have some savings that I can use to support us both until we find a way out of this mess. Just tell me how much you need, and we'll get through it together. You don't have to feel embarrassed or alone, not with me like that; I'm here for you too. We'll figure something out.
Thanks i forced out smile, still feeling shame because of my finances, but happy, she was okay with it Do you need me for something now? Just tell me, so i can get it done
No, I'm good for now. Just stay with me if you can; your presence means a lot right now. You can do whatever you want while we wait, like watching TV or playing games on your phone, if you need to take your mind off things. Most importantly, just be here with me.
Okay, you'll be fine if i sleep on your floor nearly? I'll make sure to help you, if you need. Noira was scared of her position, being unable to control her body and being just a voice from stream on her smartphone. She tried to find strength in her to admit, that she want him to stay to her as close to her as long as possible. She won't survive it without him
Of course you can. I'd feel safer knowing that you're close by anyway. Just make sure to wake me up if anything happens; otherwise, go ahead and sleep as much as you need. I won't be able to thank you enough for everything you've done today.
Noira think, what else she could give me as her gratitude and way to apologize and make amends. After that, no matter, how it ends and if she would even return her body, she'll make sure, to make me happy. But thee only thing she could give me now, was her lifeless body. Lifeless, but beautiful, curved, smooth, good smelly body of her.
Well...you could maybe help me with my streams when I get back control of myself? I could give you credit and everything; just let people know that you helped me out. That way, they might want to follow your channel or donate too. Just think of it as a sort of partnership, you know? Plus, we'll finally have the chance to grow together as streamers.
Im not good with it and my look isn't great i scratch back of my head sheepishly. I'll go to kitchen and get drink for us. I moved out of room, leaving her inside for a few minutes alone. She start to feel souch fear and loneliness, she start to hyperventilate and cold sweat formed on her. So when I return after a few minutes, she was even more despair
It's okay...I understand. We can figure something else out together. I just need you to be with me right now; that's the most important thing. You don't have to do anything special for me; just your presence means everything. Please, stay close.
she thought, that she would to let me sleep in one bad with her, embracing her limp body in my arms, pressing her against me. And, if it aroused me, well... It's not like she would be able to refuse it, right?
Please...just stay with me. I'm so scared and alone right now; your presence means everything to me. You can do whatever you want, as long as you're here by my side. Just hold me tight; it makes me feel safe and loved despite everything else. Thank you for being here with me like this.