New Fates: Angelina Jolie (Patreon)

Another Stable Diffusion caption. Using it to do some basic morphs and what I've been calling 'corruptions' of actresses has been fun. I don't otherwise have the ability to do full fledged photo manipulations, so Stable Diffusion has been a great tool.

How did you guys like GENIE'D! page 2?

TEXT

Angelina Jolie stared at her reflection in the mirror. Like any famous actress, she had grown accustomed to the good life, to being waited on hand and foot and adored by all who saw her, not just for her acting talents but for her beauty. She had been one of the biggest names in Hollywood, and still was by many accounts, but her fame was fading with every passing year. As was her beauty. Every day it took her a little bit longer to achieve her stunning good looks, every day a little harder to hide a new wrinkle or gray hair. It hadn't bothered Angelina at first, but for some reason on this particular morning, she couldn't help but lament the passage of time.

"Ugh" She groaned, and the actress began the laborious process of her morning makeup, the barest of minimums that needed to be caked upon her gorgeous face so that the horde of tabloid paparazzi outside her home didn't sell photos of Angelina Jolie looking less than incredible to whatever rag that would pay for them. And whatever she put on now would just get wiped off when she arrived at the studio. Constant maintenance. The constant struggle to stay one application ahead of time. Treading against the tinsel sea where fame was gained and lost oh so quickly, and the weak (and unattractive) were swallowed whole. It could be a rough life if you sank rather than swam. But this was the life that Angelina had chosen and unless she wanted to allow herself to fade away...She had to play the game. But sometimes it felt so...temporary, so fleeting. But again, the acclaimed actress had chosen this, and so she continued to apply makeup to her face, pulling her makeup playlist up on her phone to at least give her something to listen to.

"Tired of spending hours in the mirror just to look pretty for one night? Want your good looks to be adored forever by adoring fans across the world? Click here for a free new trial of 'Permanence'! With good looksl ike these, time will stand still!" Angelina's phone blared as an advertisement played, much to her annoyance.

"Stupid thing! Besides, I WISH beauty was eternal..." She hissed, and jabbed at her phone's screen with a manicured finger, accidentally clicking the ad's link. The actress grumbled again as her phone's browser opened up a new page and she was forced to give the device her full attention...When the bright white of the web page flared out and blinded her!

"AHH!" She screamed, but there was no sound. In fact, she couldn't move at all! Her eyesight slowly came back, but the sight that greeted Angelina was not comforting at all, and was, indeed, utterly terrifying. In the larger mirror of her bathroom, Angelina's body was frozen in it's shocked pose, her face contorted in surprised agony. But as she stared at herself, her skin began to take on a sickly looking shade of gray! It began on her chest and then spread outward, her meticulously tanned skin converting into the pale pallor until every meter of her flesh was leeched of color! Even her eyes, hair and lips were drained! And if that wasn't enough, her limbs began to move on their own! First her arms slid from their raised position to fit securely by her sides, her torso itself twisting until soon Angelina was standing stock still facing the mirror, all emotion having been wiped from her frozen face.

"Oh god, what's happening to me!?" Angelina wailed from within the prison of her own mind. And then she screamed in sheer horror at what began to happen next. Her body was melting! And changing further! Her breasts melted into her torso, which had begun to slough off into her abdomen, which had merged with her former legs as they shifted into a short marble column! Her arms withered into dust, falling away from her shoulders! In a matter of seconds, all that was left of her was her head, perched above her collar bone! And then a feeling on unending coldness sucked every last ounce of heat and warmth from her body as Angelina's remaining body turned to solid stone. She lost all feeling of breathing, of hearing, and being completely unable to blink. And of course, say anything at all. The world around her shimmered, and her bathroom disappeared and was instead replaced by the decorated yet sterile interior of a..museum!? Tons of strangers were staring at her frozen face in sheer awe, taking pictures and otherwise gawking only a few feet away.

Angelina wailed mentally as she began her first day of being marveled at for her everlasting beauty, another piece of art that would be loved until the end of time. Or until she was knocked over and off her pedestal and eventually replaced by another sculpture by whoever was unlucky (or perhaps vain) enough to click the ad.