Very unfavorably (to yourself)

Carrie's phone. Unlocked. Sixty-three notifications and climbing while she slept with another man's cum drying on her back.

This is insane. But your cock didn't care. Your cock was already hard again.

YogaJen's comment was at the top. You hit reply.

Carrie_Yoga replying to @YogaJen: lol yeah we had beef. Had. Past tense. See you at the retreat? He's coming

The little whoosh seemed obscenely loud. Beside you, Carrie shifted, mumbling, her bare back still glazed with Justin's dried cum.

You didn't stop.

Carrie_Yoga replying to @Chloe: Chlo you've literally heard me bitch about my bf for months Justin fixed it in one night. Shoulda brought him to girls night lol

Send. Another whoosh. Another nail.

Carrie_Yoga replying to @Cousin_Mike: Report it?? Mike I'm making this my Christmas card Happy Holidays from Carrie & Justin

You laughed at that one, a broken, hollow sound. Grandma was going to see this. Aunt Ruth. Uncle Dennis. They were all going to know what Carrie sounded like when she begged.

Carrie_Yoga replying to @BigT44: lol that face? my bf's never seen it ♀ guess I just needed the right cock

Carrie_Yoga replying to @Local_Lad: lol he's still calling himself that. I'm letting him. For now

That one twisted your gut. You'd written it in her voice, dismissive, tolerant. I'm letting him. As if the title was hers to revoke.

Carrie_Yoga replying to @Kyle_M: lol you knew before my bf did he still thinks I'm 'not that sexual'... Justin's saved as Daddy now tho

Your thumb drifted toward her contacts. You could change it yourself. But that wasn't the game, you wrote the reality, she had to build it.

You left the contact unchanged and kept typing.

Carrie_Yoga replying to @FitGirlTrish: real as it gets my bf got the yoga pants gf. Justin gets what's underneath he's why I stay tight

Carrie_Yoga replying to @Justin_the_Beast: my bf has no clue what happened tonight lol. but I do I know who the real man is now Daddy

Carrie_Yoga replying to @Davidxx1488: you literally recorded it, uploaded it, tagged me, broke my whole relationship my bf would be mad but I'm just saying thank you?? that's how good he was

Done.

You stared at the screen, breathing hard, cock rigid against your thigh. You'd done it. Every comment answered.

Notifications climbing. Past eighty. Past ninety.

You refreshed the page.

The replies started rolling in.

YogaJen replying to @Carrie_Yoga: Wait WHAT?? Justin as your plus one to the retreat?? That's in Sedona! We share rooms! Are you saying he's gonna be there while we're doing sunrise meditation???

Then, forty seconds later:

YogaJen: ...is he single tho? Asking for research purposes

You screenshotted it without thinking.

Cousin_Mike replying to @Carrie_Yoga: Carrie what the actual fuck

Just those five words. Then nothing.

Chloe replying to @Carrie_Yoga: Girls night? GIRLS NIGHT??? I've been defending you for the past hour telling everyone it's a deepfake and you're saying JUSTIN should've been at girls night? Carrie I literally held your hair while you cried about this guy. I cannot believe what I'm reading right now. Call me when you're sober or possessed or whatever tf this is.

Six years of friendship torched in one reply.

Your cock twitched.

Justin_the_Beast replying to @Carrie_Yoga: Lmaooo he really doesn't know? Perfect. Text me when you're up. Breakfast at mine. Wear something I can pull off easy.

Issuing commands. Treating the account, treating her like property. And he thought Carrie had written it all.

Davidxx1488 replying to @Carrie_Yoga: lmaooo she thanked me. Justin bro you seeing this? She's actually grateful we broke her

Justin_the_Beast replying to @Davidxx1488: Told you. They all want it deep down. Just need permission.

FitGirlTrish replying to @Carrie_Yoga: Damn girl. Respect the honesty. Most women fake the vanilla life forever. You just burned the mask on main. Shoot me a DM sometime... I host some... private fitness sessions for women who've stopped pretending. You'd fit right in.

Your breath snagged. FitGirlTrish, the influencer Carrie was obsessed with, was sliding into her DMs. Inviting her to "private fitness sessions." Carrie would see this and feel validated. Her idol welcoming her into some secret club.

You'd done that too.

The comments kept multiplying. Past a hundred. Past one-fifty. The video was spreading beyond Carrie's circle—friends of friends, randos.

Random_User_847: Is this that yoga chick from downtown? No way lmaooo

MikeFromWork: I've taken her 6am class. She seemed so sweet and quiet. This is WILD.

ThirstyBoi99: Link to full vid???

Jessica_Namaste: This is **** porn and should be reported immediately. Carrie if you're reading this and this was posted without consent, DM me. I know lawyers.

You scrolled up to Carrie_Yoga's replies. Her replies. Your replies. Public. Enthusiastic. Grateful. Jessica_Namaste's offer of lawyers looked absurd next to Carrie thanking David for breaking her relationship.

You locked the phone and set it on the nightstand. Your hands trembled.

You'd just rewritten your girlfriend's social existence.

Now you had to wait for her to wake up and live it.

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Carrie stirred beside you. You hadn't really slept, just drifted, checking her phone every time you surfaced. Past three hundred comments now. Over a hundred shares.

She rolled toward you, eyes closed, hand finding your chest. Warm. Soft. Still smelling like him.

Then her phone started going off. Buzz after buzz after buzz.

"What time is it?" she mumbled.

"Six-twenty."

She reached for it. Unlocked. Scrolled. Kept scrolling.

"You replied to everyone." Not a question.

"You told me to."

"Christmas card." She laughed, short, surprised. "You told Mike I'm making a Christmas card with Justin."

"You said whatever I wrote—"

"I know what I said." She kept scrolling. "Daddy. You wrote that he's saved as Daddy."

She went to contacts. Stared at the entry. Then at you.

"I have to change this now, don't I."

"You fucking pervert." But she was smiling. "You really did this while I was asleep."

"You told me to handle it."

"I told you to handle it. I didn't think..." She stopped. Laughed again, darker this time. "No. I knew exactly who I handed my phone to."

She scrolled more. "Trish DMed me. 'Private fitness session.'" She looked at you. "I've wanted her to notice me forever. And now she is, because you told her I'm Justin's property."

You didn't have an answer.

"And Chloe. Six years, babe. You burned Chloe."

"You said—"

"I know what I said." She set the phone down. "I said I'd reenact whatever you wrote."

She got up. Pulled a dress from the closet. Short. Yellow. No underwear underneath.

"Justin said text when I wake up. Breakfast. Something he can pull off easy." She tugged the hem. "This work?"

"Carrie..."

"You chose this, babe." She grabbed her phone. You watched her delete the old name letter by letter. Type the new one. Daddy

"Now I'm not a liar."

She typed something you couldn't see. Hit send.

At the door she looked back. "FitGirlTrish's DM. You should answer that too."

"What do I say?"

"Whatever you want." That smile. "You know the rules."

Then she was gone. Front door. Car starting. Gone.

You lay there. Hard. Aching.

Her other phone was on the nightstand. Still logged in. Trish's DM waiting.

You reached for it.