Steve takes some 'creative' liberties

"Huh, what's this?" Steve said to himself as he noticed the attractive picture of a women. "What were you doing?" He asked himself as he approached the computer. As he did however, he suddenly saw the women on the screen begin to move. She threw out her hand and began to shake her head while her lips moved wordlessly. "Whoa." He said surprised, pulling back.

"Steve, no! It's me! You're father! Whatever you do, don't touch anythi-" Walter tried to shout out at his son. He had unfortunately forgotten to turn on the speaker's on his computer and thus was unable to say anything to him.

Not knowing that the animate women was his father, sat down on the chair in front of the computer, freaking her out even more. "Why do you seem so scared?" He wondered. He looked over to see a mouse and wanted to try and experiment. Grabbing it he tried to move the cursor over to the women.

Walter noticed what his son was doing and frantically searched the screen to see where the cursor was. "Gah. Where is that stupid arrOW!!" He suddenly shouted as he felt himself being picked up.

"Cool." Steve said as he began to swing the pixelated women around. "This is pretty cool." He then released the mouse and watched the women fall down.

"Damnit Steve! When I get out of here you are so-" Walter screamed at his son.

"Wonder if dad has any programs on this thing." Steve wondered out loud. He clicked on a few things, minimizing out of the program that Walter would need to turn himself back. "Yes! Photoshop." Steve exclaimed excitedly as he opened the program.

Walter suddenly found himself on a large white canvas. Looking around he could see various tools sed for digital art and began to panic. "Steve don't you dare do anything to me with this stuff. You have no idea what it could do!"

"Okay, let's see if this thing works." Steve wondered as he began to pick tools and drag them onto the women. She tried to run but he was quicker with the tools. Though ounce he selected her she seemed to become completely still. He then got to work 'tweaking' her figure. A tug here, a brush there, applying a few brush strokes and Steve had reworked Walter's body to something even more pleasing then before. Before too long Steve had worked the fairly modest body of the women Walter had used into an incredible busty bombshell. She was wearing a white crop top that was stretched to the limits with her enlarged breasts. Her lips had also been plumped up and looked perfect to be sucking on a cock. All in all, it looked like he had turned the women into a vapid bimbo

"Hehehe. Oh dad would be so pissed if he saw me doing this." Steve chuckled.

'Steve. ... What have you done.' Walter thought to himself, not even able to speak out his frustrations.

"Steve! Did you tell your father to eat yet?"

"Just a minute mom!" Steve called out. He frantically tried to close the program, hitting the first thing that popped up. Unfortunately for Walter it was the save and quit button. As the program closed and Steve did a quick look around for his dad. Walter was compressed and shoved into a file, his body preserved as the crude image that his son had created.