Bro didn't know if he was gonna last.

It's been years in this shitty apartment and this shitty building with the hot sun and weather beating down on them all. Bro hasn't gotten exactly a single shot at getting money or getting some damn pleasure at all. His fans were hungry and thirsting for some action because he hasn't posted anything yet other than occasional pictures of nude puppets. But it seems as his fans were tired of that.

Along with his shitty little brother Dave that wasn't exactly helping or helpful either. His bills were getting bigger and higher—Where the fuck was he gonna get that much money in a few weeks?

Bro had gotten a job at some car wash and he's been washing cars ever since. Sure he's getting paid a lot and the bills aren't so bad now just to keep the lights on in his apartment but it wasn't enough to satisfy the constant ache in his damn pants or the fact his parasocial fans kept messaging him for more and more sex videos. So, Bro decided to do something about this and just ignore his fans for a bit. During this small hiatus he had made a human sized puppet. Bro knew this was ridiculous. Getting off to some puppet. But he can admit having a very human like puppet that took him a while to make was kinda crazily cute.

But bro noticed something off about this one. He wasn't like lil cal, sure the doll was eerie as hell but this one was eerie. He noticed somehow the puppet would end up in random places he didn't put him in, and in general sometimes he swore he saw the little shit blinking. He knew it might've been schizophrenia maybe or perhaps the lack of human interaction making him see things.

But one day his whole damn life turned upside down. Exactly like they'd say in those Disney movies.

Bro was busy currently watching some porn. Though all he saw right now wasn't even fucking pleasuring. As he sat hunched over due to bad posture at his desk scrolling through numerous pages he didn't find anything satisfying. Bro shut off his computer and let out a sigh of frustration as he leaned back against his chair. He stared at the wall for a few minutes blankly then looked at his puppet. For a moment he just stared at him until he got an idea.

He stood up slowly from his chair and stepped towards the bed. Hands in his pockets as he climbed into the bed with the puppet and just stared at it. Bro knew this was weird—he was gonna start probably grinding against the fucking puppet. A damn fabric. But it's not like nobody's gonna see him do it, his door is locked and shut. So with a sigh he sat down next to it and pulled it onto his lap, biting back a groan at the weight. "..fuck what am I doing." Bro sighed. He sat there debating until he..

Felt it squirm. He froze, deadass froze. He stared at his puppet. Realizing the other male... or, the puppet just fucking moved. Did it just do that? Or was it his imagination?