A cursed computer software

Okay. So not all artifacts are made by accident. Some are masterfully crafted by gods and spirits alike. Sometimes by good ones, sometimes by vicious, vile creatures that want to wreak havoc on the world and it's inhabitants. One such case is a particular photoshop app made to put the nastiest of human fantasies into reality. It's not the type of software one accidentally finds, though it may seem that way. In this particular scenario, it's a case of masterfully planting the tool in the right hands, at the right time. This particular photoshop, with reality altering abilities being granted to a "shit out of luck ex-boyfriend" to be more precise.

The ex-boyfriend in question is Rob Fetcher. The very nature of his breakup was nothing out of the ordinary. It was a tale of "dismissive douche meets overachieving, high standard girl".
Despite having been told numerous times that he had to put more effort into the relationship, Rob had time and time again ignored those requests, and as a result found himself single.

It was a much greater loss to him than Haley. Unlike him, she actually got into the university on merit. Rob on the other hand was lucky to have received a scholarship for his ability to lob a ball in a hoop, though he didn't fancy doing it for a career. His passion, believe it or not, was with computers. More specifically he was majoring within IT. He stuck out as a sore thumb in his class. Most of his peers were lanky nerds and outcasts.
Safe to say that Haley had much greater odds of actually doing something with her life. God knows why she fell for Rob in the first place. The sex had been GREAT though. That part she actually missed.

It's true that men and women handle breakups differently. Of course, there are variations between individuals as well. One such variation led to Haley creating an Onlystans account.
There was an argument to be made about the liberation of the female form. That's what she told herself anyways, whenever she felt conflicting emotions regarding her own behavior.
Rob on the other hand had done the complete opposite, which in this case would be looking at Onlystans accounts. One thing led to another and it was only a question of time really before he came across his now ex-girlfriend's Onlystans.

Rob was in every sense of the word vengeful. Though the breakup had been warranted and had his chances, he still failed to admit any fault. The absolute bliss he'd felt when he found out Haley made an Onlystans had quickly turned to annoyance when it became evident just how mundane the stuff she posted was. It was nothing one couldn't have just posted to Instagram and called it a day. No, all her posts were behind a paywall, but there was NOTHING spicy what-so-ever!

Come today. Rob still felt furious about the breakup despite it having been a month. He'd known about and been secretly subscribed to her Onlystans for almost as long, minus a few days. He had spent some time pondering how to get his **** on her since the breakup, and finally stumbled upon the holy grail.
Never mind how, he didn't care too much himself, but he'd found an app that allowed him to alter images only using text. Perfect for someone with zero experience at all with image manipulation. It practically functioned like a photoshop, though instead of using a bunch of different tools, he could instead type out what he wanted done and then, what he assumed to be an AI did the rest. It was creepy how well his test runs went, the AI seemed very sophisticated and almost sentient as it not only did what it was told, but seemed to add a bit of flavor of it's own. He'd started off small, changing the color of random cars he'd found online. He'd then gone on to alter people. Going as far as making random models turn into different races.

And now here he sat, phone in hand. It was time to take the next step. He'd already been experimenting with different models, but doing it with someone he knew in real life just felt weird, though far from weird enough to turn him off of the idea. Operation "****" was afoot. The question was, where should he even begin? Maybe he should make his own account? Post the revised pictures there. Highly illegal without her consent, sure. How would he get around that? Onlystans is a pretty vast site with thousands of users. If he makes sure the images aren't easily trackable back to her, that should suffice?

His first instinct was to mirror the images. Just flip them in an attempt to fool the reverse image search function. Not that it'd matter anyways as all "his" content would be altered from the original in some manner. There was a case to be made about transformative content and copyright laws, right? Did that apply to content like that of Onlystans? Probably not..

A bitter pill to swallow at the time, but right now Rob was really glad he'd paid for the access to Haley's content. Scrolling downwards in her post history, he looked for the ideal post to kickstart his venture. All her posts were disappointingly plain, just as he remembered. What place more fitting to start than the beginning? Her first ever post became the victim of Rob's first post. Before he got to work however, he thought it'd be better to download a bunch of her photos at a time. He wasn't exactly in the best position to have running expenses go towards his ex's Onlystans. He copied pretty much every single post of hers and put them in a file. Once he was finished he cancelled his subscription to her account. He'd still have access for a couple more days, but he had pretty much all the material he could want.

His first "project" was a simple picture of her wearing daisy dukes and a crop top. Though it showed off an ample amount of cleavage, it was far from indecent. Even the pose was safe. She was leaning on a wall, looking in another direction while holding her hair out next to her head.
Rob's first move was to flip the image, mirroring it to avoid reverse searches. He then added a filter which made the scene a little bit darker. It gave the false impression that Haley's tan was darker that it actually was. Following that he did some work on her directly. Nothing big this first time around, just a slightly different tone to her hair. Whereas she'd been a dirty blonde her whole life, her altered image now had her sporting perfectly clear, blonde locks.

After contemplating for a bit, Rob was dissatisfied with his work. He was supposed to be getting ****. What'd he'd done up til' now was almost as mundane as Haley's original posts. Giving her blonder hair? If anything, that was a positive thing. An upgrade even.
So he got back to work. He entered a few more keywords into the app. Amongst them were "piercings" and "ears". Suddenly the image showed Haley with much more metal in her ears. The AI had also taken the liberty of adding a dangling navel piercing. Next up was her hair once more. No way in hell was Rob gonna do something beneficial to her image. Nononono. He was a sucker for blondes, yes, but there was still a way of making her a complete blonde without it being considered a good thing. That's when he typed in the words "Platinum blonde" "Dyed hair" "Bleached hair" "Unnatural blonde". The image quickly responded to his input, morphing her natural blonde hair into a much more artificial color. With the filter in place the dyed strands really popped in the image, bringing all the focus to her lightly altered head.

On the other side of town, Haley enjoyed a cold shower after a long day of socializing. It felt really good to get back out and let her hair down after the breakup. She by no means considered herself a party-girl before her breakup. It had been her roommate who insisted that they head out after she'd finally gotten rid of the "pest" that had been her ex.

Exiting the shower, she wrapped her platinum dyed hair in a long fluffy towel. Her tanned skin glistened under the lights as she applied moisturizing cream to her face. Good skincare routines had been practiced since way before she met Rob. Especially after their breakup she'd started paying closer attention to her looks, hence her new habit of using tanning beds and dying her hair. Not to mention it helped her popularity on Onlystans.
The breakup itself might be relatively fresh, but it felt as though she'd moved on ages ago.

What a shit day. First he overslept, then he got hit by a splash of water from oncoming traffic while hastily making his way to school. The entire day filled with lectures and wet, dirty clothes. No time to make lunch at home, not to mention he forgot his wallet at home while rushing out the door to make up lost time.
Hungry, wet, and cold, Rob breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally relax. With a frozen pizza in the oven, football on TV and a cold one in his hand. A shower should probably have been the first thing on his mind when he came through the front door, but that was too much of a chore for the otherwise lazy B-person that was Rob.
At halftime his pizza was completely devoured, only crumbs and cold cheese remained on the cardboard box that served as a makeshift plate. An empty beer can sat on the tiny table besides the couch in which he was seated. With no more nutrients to consume, boring commercials and a body too tired to get up and clean away the remains of his meal. Rob was left with only one thing to distract him for a while. His phone. Or more specifically, his AI photoshop for which he had great plans.

The ideas bubbling at the forefront of Rob's mind were by all means influenced by his poor mood and over all bad day. He'd gone fairly easy on Haley the first time he used the AI on her photos. To his surprise, the image had been fairly well received on his parody of her Onlystans. There were no comments or reports concerning his plagiarism as of right now. Just a couple of no-life incels who didn't know, or care that the images were stolen and modified. The last thing he'd expected from this was the very real potential of making a serious buck. A couple of requests had already pinged his phone over the course of the day, some more deranged than others. Suffice it to say that Rob found a great deal of pleasure in corrupting the image of his ex-girlfriend. To have people out there in the world believe that Haley was this vain bitch that made money off of her own body on the internet really got him going.

Rob realized there were certain risks of becoming too popular, or making people too satisfied. All it took was one single superfan that happens to become obsessed with this made up version of Haley for everything to come crumbling down. If anyone came to learn about her true identity, her real account, there'd be some serious backlash. He'd probably have to give all his earnings in reparations and then some. There could even be jailtime and permanent spots on his record. That's precisely why he decided to take things a bit further this time around. Push it further, make her harder to recognize.
He'd already caved in and accepted a couple of the requests submitted privately. A few overlapping ones that could be done in one fell swoop.

Request one read as follows: " Damn girl. I'm loving the dyed hair! Any chance you could style them in pigtails for your next post? I'd pay some extra $ to see that.."

Shouldn't be too hard.. Rob entered "Hair styled in pigtails" into the input bar and the AI did as told. Easiest money of his life, and to think he had another one lined up. A tad more intricate than just adding "pigtails", but with the power of his app, even that shouldn't be an issue.

"Giant dildo", "size queen", "Sex toys in background", "loose pussy", "orgasm", "Masturbation".

The AI took a little longer to process all the requests, but the resulting image made up for it tenfold. The original picture had just been Haley sitting in a beanbag whilst wearing hotpants and a crop top. In this "revised" version she happened to be wearing a whole lot less. The only article that could remotely be categorized as clothing was the thong being pushed out of it's normal resting position by a 12 inch, pink dildo.

A whole heap of similarly sized dildos were scattered around the image. On the floor, on a table, even the walls had various sex toys attached to them. A bit over the top for Rob's tastes, but the AI seemed to have taken a few "creative liberties" of it's own. Welp, at least the scenery wouldn't be recognizable.

Speaking of recognizable. Haley's slit didn't look remotely like it did when they were together. She'd been fairly tight, everything being tidy and sort of "streamlined". The pussy in the picture? A whole different story. Besides the fact that it currently had a 12 incher' pushing it wide. The lips were flabby, stretched beyond recognition. The tips decorated by six silver rings. A tattoo adorned her now cleanly shaven crotch. "Size queen".
Her facial expression was one of pure bliss. Must be the "orgasm" part of the input..

Back in Haley's apartment, a heated argument could be heard throughout. Her roomie, Sandy, had expressed her dismay about the disarray the living space was in. Sex toys were scattered all over the place, and a big damp spot dominated the couch. Haley's ventures into Onlystans hadn't been a very popular transition with her roommate after she'd begun branching into other rooms than just her own. Sure, an argument could be made that Sandy had part of the blame. It was her who'd proposed that Haley let her hair down to begin with, but she never would've imagined THIS. Dyeing her hair was one thing, but the regular tanning sessions, tattoos, even piercings? Down there?! A concerning development to be sure. Perhaps the current quarrel was for the best, to put Haley back on the right track.
It didn't seem to have any effect however, as the deviant dismissed all accusations of having done anything wrong.

"I was gonna clean it, you know! You just happened to come home right before I got to it!"

"The hell do you mean? Your fucking juices have STAINED the couch, I can SEE it's not fresh! Literally disgusting, Hales.. Do you even need to use all these toys, here in the living room? ? How many posts can you possibly make at a time?"

"You're just jealous that I make more money doing this than you'll ever make with your future, shitty, teacher's salary!"..

Slowly approaching a similar sum of income, Rob headed back home from a fun night out. He hadn't used the AI in a few days now. No substantial offers had come in yet, and ..well, frankly? he lacked the creativity to come up with his own "posts". Ironic.. He has the power of a god at the press of a button, and all he can care to do is fulfill the requests of others. Perhaps it'd be a different story if he'd met the real and altered Haley, one of these days..

Breaking the streak of drought came a rather generous, but equally deranged request. Under the misinformed impression that Haley, or the perverted version of her anyways, had actually modified her own body to satisfy her followers, "Mr_Daddy_Master" specifically requested that "she" make some rather obscene alterations to herself in return of a hefty sum that'd cover all expenses and then some. "Some" being some thirty thousand dollars.. A massive sum for a student to get for seemingly no effort at all.

Seems like someone has a bit of a degradation and humiliation kink. To be more specific, the request was for "Haley" to get herself a few tattoos. Apparently he'd REALLY liked the "Size Queen" tattoo, and wanted to offer her the generous opportunity to further dwell into those deranged desires he believed she had. There were however certain ..conditions set for the commission. No race stuff. Basically he didn't want her to get "blacked" or "BBC addict" tattooed. Presumably, he was a fragile, white incel with a fairly well paying job and no hobbies. Or perhaps, paying young aspiring women to permanently alter their bodies into grotesque, sexual displays was his hobby. The details didn't really matter to Rob. He just needed to know what to do, and to see the cash flow nicely into his own account balance.

Sitting in his crusty, old couch. It'd be a lie to claim that Rob didn't find some level of satisfaction in ruining the image of his ex-girlfriend. Before getting started on the current request, he remembered to add the keywords from the previous sessions to make it consistent with the process. All his available images were of the original Haley after all. Once the current image displayed her with all recent alterations, Rob began work on the more recent request.

There was definitely something exhilarating about watching the corruption materialize on the digital version of her body. Spider web tattoos branching out across each of her breasts. Speaking of her breasts, did they look slightly bigger than before? They did look slightly bigger than the double D's Rob had loved to fondle when they were still together. Then again, it could just be the lighting.. But the AI had shown signs of taking some initiative of it's own at times. Well, so long as the commissioners didn't notice it shouldn't spark any issues.
Not quite done with Haley's breasts, Rob also instructed the app to add nipple piercings. Staying true to the keyword "excessive", the piercings were by no means what one would ordinarily find on a free spirited girl. No, they were thick gauge rings. Their weight alone contributed to a little bit of additional sag to her breasts. If left in for too long, they'd most certainly lead to her tits losing their perky form. But that wasn't an issue to be concerned with, they were only images after all. Looking at his handiwork, Rob couldn't help but notice that the nipples appeared to be stiff. Was that common with all pierced nipples, or these ones in particular?

To conclude the commission, he simply inserted the prompt "Degrading and vulgar tattoos", hoping the AI would be able to correctly interpret and execute his request. Sure enough, it performed the task flawlessly. Once the complete image rendered one would be hard pressed not to notice the copious amounts of tattoos riddled across her otherwise flawless skin. The words "semen demon" dominated the space above her breasts. Drawings of cocks, limp and erect were scattered across her arms alongside intricate vine designs. Right next to her vagina, and streaming down her inner thighs there seemed to be droplets of cum drawn on. For sure impossible for a real life tattoo artist to pull off to this degree, the drops seemed near photo realistic. Perhaps it'd be possible to achieve something close to that effect with a completely fresh tattoo, but as time went on they'd surely fade and look worse.

While the original image had featured Haley sitting on wooden floor in fairly modest clothing, it'd been completely erased to expose her new tattoos. The only ones that couldn't be seen were the ones supposedly covering her back. For the next request, Rob made a mental note to use a picture where she had her back turned, to properly show off whatever magic might be going on there as well..

"I swear to fucking god Haley, if I find one more of your fucking plugs lying around I'm seriously moving out. This is getting stupid!"

Haley put the less in shameless. After her breakup with Rob, pretty much everything went downhill. She wouldn't admit to that of course. In her mind, THIS is the place to be. Why bother with the shackles of decency? Letting loose and going wild was much more fun, not to mention liberating. It'd started with Sandy inviting her out after the breakup. From then it escalated to the point where even Sandy couldn't keep up with Haley's drive. When going to parties and fucking random guys every night started becoming routine, she had to search elsewhere for the same kick. Having already established a habit of tanning, the next logical step would be to dye her hair. Evidently, that didn't keep her sated for long. After piercing her privates, Haley became smitten with the idea of using her body as a canvas. A canvas to display her previously overly repressed sexuality.

Growing up in a strict home, her first real experience with sex was through Rob. He was by no means the perfect lover, though he definitely gave a good fuck. The problem with him is that he's selfish. If he reached climax first, it became her own problem to join him. He never put in the effort to assure it be a mutual experience. Just one of many examples that conveyed just how much of a taker, rather than a giver he is, even to this day.

While all these acts of rebellion took place, Haley funded it all through the means of Onlystans. Her audience began demanding increasingly depraved content. Donations and commissions rained in at a pace that even Haley couldn't match. **** to prioritize, she often opted for the highest bidders. That's how she began walking the path of a size queen. For each new request, she stepped it up a notch, until both her asshole and vagina were beyond recognition. By ruining herself as badly as she had, she could no longer reach orgasm through ordinarily sized toys. Even the men she hooked up with were struggling to satisfy her. At this point in time it's pretty much become a must for her hookups to be hung like horses.

The complaints from Sandy only became louder over time. The first incident had been a stray toy in a common area. Over time, Haley quit caring all together, pretty confident that her roommate wouldn't do anything too drastic. Til' now, that'd pretty much been the case. Only threats of moving out or contacting the homeowner, but never actually doing it.
Perhaps she was becoming too comfortable and careless. Even pushovers have their limits, which begged the question; what would be Sandy's breaking point..?

The word which best described the way Rob currently felt would be paranoia. His little **** project had completely blown up. Hundreds of new people had come in daily for the past week, skyrocketing his popularity to way beyond what he'd expected to be possible. The anxious feelings were due to his fear of being found out. The more people that came to his page, the more likely it became that someone would recognize the "source material".
Speaking of source material, Haley had been a no-show for a few weeks now. Hopefully the breakup was that though on her..

Fortunately, a fairly ..generous request had presented itself in the midst of his sudden growth spurt. Once fulfilled, Rob wouldn't have to worry about money for a good while. His intentions were to wrap a couple of the better paying ones into a single post, just to delete the page shortly after. Still delivering the promised product, while also playing it relatively safe. Now, the app had performed flawlessly when editing Haley up until this point. The question which begged to be answered now was: How will it fare when adding people? All of his posts had until now been composed exclusively of Haley and her shenanigans.

Regardless, the first step should be to find a suitable picture as a base.
Then, without any idea of how the results might turn out, Rob simply inserted "Assisted fisting" into the prompt bar.
Wouldn't you believe it, the AI understood the task and executed it perfectly. Some stray hand, belonging to someone nondescript off frame had worked it's way far into Haley's deformed orifice. Not the type of activity someone could just go and do at a whim, this type of large insertion had to be done gradually over time.

Rob imagined the hand belonging to Haley's roommate, Sandy. He fucking hated that bitch. For the entire duration of their relationship he'd been convinced that she worked against him. Trying to make Haley break up with him at every minor thing. There was most certainly a reason he preferred they hang out at his place, rather than hers..
That prude would never, ever go along with this kind of sick stuff though. She would probably faint at the sight of anything remotely sexual. Being an active participant was about just as unlikely as Ferrari F1 completing a race weekend without any strategic fuck-ups...

Too caught up in thinking about Ferrari and formula 1, Rob almost forgot to add the remaining, smaller requests to the mix. "6 Inch, clear plastic platform heels", "Black choker with ring and leash".

That should do it.. The lengths people are willing to go to just to see a girl wear clothes of their own choosing.. Welp, free money is free money! Rob's conscience hardly took a dent despite clearly exploiting these poor, pathetic souls..

"Any chance you can go any deeeeper? Nghh~".

"The fuck do you mean DEEPER? Haley, I'm almost elbow deep in your fucking cunt!"

Not only had Haley's addiction to large insertions completely turned her life upside down, she had it all to thank Sandy for. Her manipulative roomie had been nudging her for years to break up with Rob, then immediately pounced on the opportunity to drag Haley into her own life of depravity. The butt plug she gave as a celebratory gift would only be the beginning. Once she caught wind of Haley's Onlystans it became child's play. "Your fans will LOVE it if you use this huge fucking dildo, I swear!". Over time she became more and more involved with Haley's content creation. All up to the point to where she pretty much singlehandedly planned it all out herself. Haley gave up control surprisingly quickly. Her nature as a complete fucking pushover probably only served to extend her relationship with Rob, never being one to initiate a fight or quarrel. Sandy would treat her much better and never exploit Haley's meek nature at all, at least that's what she told herself.

"Did you at least get the picture??"

"Babe, I did a whole lot than that"

Sandy flipped the phone around, letting Haley see the video footage of her own pussy being mangled beyond what one would assume humanly possible. ¨

"Did you file your intent of dropping out yet by the way?"

"Ughh. I'll do it laaater. Let's just hang out and watch some porn tonight, I can't be fucked doing that shit now!"

Once Haley's account reached six figures of monthly revenue she considered it a no-brainer to drop out of college. Why waste time with some stupid degree when there's more money in doing something you love? Of course, Sandy got her piece of the cake as well, being the mastermind behind the entire operation at all.
Neither of the two considered themselves a lesbian, but there were certainly moments where Sandy felt at least a tad bi. Meanwhile Haley just liked the sensation of having large objects shoved up her ass and cunt. Be that by the hand of a girl or man, she didn't care as long as it felt good.

"No objections from me.."

"I wonder if she still posts.."

Rob wondered, it'd been a couple of months since he deleted his version of Haley's onlystans. The money had been great, but the constant fear of being caught made him constantly anxious. The only reasonable move was to delete it before things went too far.

Loading up her Onlystans page for what he promised to himself would be the last time, Rob's heart sank. Had he accidentally not deleted his own account? The girl in front of him definitely wasn't Haley. But at the same time, it wasn't any of his own work. What the hell?
He scrolled down her feed, drops of sweat beginning to accumulate on his forehead.
Her first few posts were just as he remembered, but at some point shed begun ..changing. Nothing unnatural, definitely things she could've done through regular means. Or could she? Perhaps she'd hit another growth spurt. Whatever the reason, her chest definitely seemed fuller than Rob could ever remember it being. His first instinct was plastic surgery, but upon closer inspection it became evident that they were in fact natural.

As time progressed, her content, in tandem with her body, became more and more vulgar. Tattoos, and piercings, identical to those which Rob had installed himself through the app.

"No, that's impossible.. Surely!"

Denial. No chance his actions on the AI had somehow affected Haley directly, right?? That'd be magic, or something?? The evidence was however right there, staring him down. If there ever was a sliver of hope that Haley would ever reconsider the breakup, and return to Rob, it'd most definitely never happen now! The more recent the posts got, the more people were involved. Nearly all of her newer posts consisted of multiple insertions, fisting and gangbangs. People he'd never seen before. Except for one..

"Sandy?!"

No. no. no. no. no. How in the hell had she been affected? She'd never been featured in any of the images, right? Yet here she was, clear as day. Though undergone some changes of her own, she at least looked somewhat like her old self. Her face and hair remained mostly unchanged, though she'd pierced her eyebrows and nose. Like Haley, Sandy had also gone down the route of tattoos, but much more ..subtle ones. Generally tasteful, even beautiful..

Watching snippets of Haley's videos, Rob deduced that her content might be worth subscribing to after all.

THE END

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