Chapter 2: Charging Up

  The thought of what I’d done with Shara… and of what Diane had done with me as a result… was still on my mind a couple of days ter. If there had been any doubt in my mind about Diane’s sincerity and excitement at the idea of it all, the fact that she was enthusiastically adhering to her promise that I’d never go to bed with my balls full again put them to rest. She had sucked my dick like her life depended on it two nights running, and this only increased in power when I told her that I’d be spending more of my points today.

  The deal was that she got a third of the points to spend on herself, I got a third to spend on myself, and the other third would be to make me better at hunting for more points. In other words, to make me better at seduction and sex. Seemed to me like I was the one getting the most out of that, but she was wetter than the spsh pad every time we talked about it. I had, so far, received 450 total points. 100 of those had been spent on Sex Is Love, which helps me farm more points. That meant I had 150 to spend on myself, 150 for Diane to spend on herself, and 50 for hunting. Lots of good options were there that I could pick from, I had not nearly begun to even map the list I could pick from.

  Should I go for the full stereotype and give myself equipment that would qualify me for a job in porn? Maybe something to help me study, or pick up nguages? Could I instead do something for my health, or the further future? Eh, those could probably come ter on. The start was the time for fun. I didn’t need to think about that while I drove to get groceries. Especially since I couldn’t exactly look at the list while I was driving. The text to voice might work just fine, but the car sync couldn’t see the supernatural app that I was looking at. Whether that was for safety or because of the magic was up in the air.

  With a ping, my text message tone sounded. The car automatically started reading a text from Diane. “Hey, Jack, try to be back home in an hour, I have a surprise for you!”

  Huh. An hour was plenty for this, I’d be able to have everything put away by then as long as I didn’t dawdle. No biggie. I was just curious what the surprise was going to be, it was a bit early for her to be back home yet and her job wasn’t one that had particurly flexible hours. Only one way to find out what it was, really. I told the phone to send a thumbs-up back, parked the car, and got the groceries. No matter what the surprise may be, dinner would come afterwards and I still wanted to make sure that was done right.

  I stuck to the list and got done quickly, got home, put it all away, and had enough time for a quick shower. Something told me the surprise would be a person, so it would be best to freshen up a bit. Just enough time to sit down for a couple of moments before there was a knock on the apartment door. I stood and opened it up, but behind the door was someone I did not recognize.

  She looked good, in that slightly-artificial way of someone who took care of themselves only because their looks were how they made their living. About my height, trim build, decent breasts, and blonde hair that looked a bit bleached. She was wearing a tight tee shirt in pin white along with yoga pants and a small handbag. “Are you Jack?”

  “That’s me. I’m assuming you’re the surprise Diane mentioned?”

  “My name’s Dee. Sounds like I’m in the right pce, mind if I come in?” I nodded and stepped to the side to let her in. She took a few steps in, I closed the door, and turned to face her. She slightly smiled back. “Just so we’re clear, your girlfriend told me that this isn’t a test, but a reward. Heck of a retionship you two have, but she paid for an hour of my time. I do anything covered except for anal, so whatever you want in that time is up to you.”

  Oh. THAT kind of a surprise. “Well, then, the bedroom is over down that hall.” I began to reach for my waistline on my pants. “Did you bring condoms or should I pull out mine?”

  “I brought my own. No offense, but I don’t trust customers to use decent ones.”

  It felt odd, this coolly professional kind of lead-in to things, but her body underneath the shirt ended up confirming my assessment. Even if the boobs were obviously fake, her body was nice and she was shaved smooth down below. Heck, she even seemed suitably impressed by my size as she wrapped me up with the rgest condom she had on her. I’ll admit that the somewhat-exaggerated moans coming from her were not exactly a turn-on. They sounded fake, an act for a camera. Like they were meant to make me feel like I was in a porn movie.

  We went at it for the full hour. I came once, and I think she did somewhere in there but it was hard to tell. At some point a discrete arm went off, she stopped what she was doing, calmly said her goodbyes, and left the house.

  —

  “So, how did you like your surprise?” Diane was sitting down with me at the dinner table, enjoying the spaghetti carbonara I made. It wasn’t the best, to be honest, I’d made some mistakes, but it was decent.

  “It was certainly surprising. I guess she was fun.” I took another bite, myself. Anticipating her next question, I started to pull my phone out of my pocket.

  She nodded at my response. “Good. How are you doing on points?”

  I looked at my screen. “150 Affection points, 100 Lust points, 100 Love points. No change from yesterday.”

  Diane paused for a second, then put down her fork. “Hold on, you had sex for an HOUR with that woman. I know you’re good, and you have whatever magic that app has multiplying things. If you gained no points, that means NONE of her scores went over fifty? After all of that?”

  I shrugged and swallowed my current mouthful. “Well, here’s the thing. The program works off of emotions, right?”

  “That’s what you told me.”

  “I think what happened is that you hired a professional. One who doesn’t catch feelings for clients and who really just saw it as a business transaction. Money in, sex out, lust has nothing to do with it.”

  “Bleh. You’re probably right. Looks like I have to come up with something else.” She actually pulled out a pocket notebook and scratched off an item I couldn’t see.

  “Why would you need to come up with things?”

  She ughed. “Jack, I love you to death, but come on. You didn’t even try anything in the st two days. It’s not like you to go out and, I dunno, hop on a boat full of models and cam girls to work your way through them. You need prompting to go do stuff, and what’s the point of having super powers at your fingertips if you don’t use them?”

  She was starting to get that very focused tone again, one I felt was probably better to head off. “Actually, speaking of. I’ve put together a total of 450 points from this app and only spent a hundred. Each of us has 150 to use besides what you told me to do with the st third, have you given any thought to what you want yours to be?”

  As predicted her focus shifted to the side instantly. “I have. Definitely.” She looked down at her body. “First thing’s first. I look good. I want to look divine. Can the app do that?”

  “Let me look through the options.”

  “Actually, wait. I want you to spend your st fifty hunting points first so that I know what I can get.” She smiled a bit. “We definitely don’t want to interfere with THAT until the points are really rolling.” She was pulling her notepad back out again. I couldn’t show her my screen, but she could write down things just fine.

  “Alright, alright.” I tapped and swiped a couple of times. “I’m going to grab a couple of cheap upgrades. One to make me a great kisser, one to give me magic hands.”

  “Magic hands are cheap?”

  I shrugged. “It says it’s intended for massages, willing to bet that’s going to extend to other things. Anyway, that’s fifty Lust points to get both. Leaves Lust points in the pot for future upgrades. That sound good to you?”

  Diane nodded. “That might have given you enough of an edge earlier to crack the icy professional shell. I say go for it.”

  I hit the buttons and accepted it. “Okay, your turn. You have up to 150 points to spend. I don’t see anything around our point levels that can make you instantly sexier. Porn Proportions is 80 Lust, so you’ll need to wait for that, and Aphrodite’s Body is 450. That would take way longer.”

  “Hm. I’m not a fan of how hard I have to work to keep the love handles away and my abs here. Anything to make that easier?”

  Considering how much I loved that trim and fit belly and waistline, I could get behind that. “I think I see one, 70 Affection can get you something called Gains and Losses. Doubles the effectiveness of exercise and halves the rate you lose those gains. So basically, you can do a quarter of the work to keep yourself where you are.” I noticed something then, frowning in concentration. “It has an asterisk after it, though, and I don’t know what that means.”

  “I like the thought of that, but what I like better is the thought that I’ll keep up what I’m already doing and look like a gym bunny influencer. Go ahead and do that, I’ll wait for you to get some more Lust in the tank for better boobs, and we can see what the asterisk means.” She looked excited.

  I allocated it to her and hit accept. “And applied.”

  She looked disappointed. “I don’t feel any different, but i guess this is one of those things that is just over time. See anything new?”

  I swiped back to the menu. “Oh, definitely. Two more abilities opened up beneath it. One costs 140 Affection points and doubles the effects of Gains and Losses, the other costs 70 Lust and says the ability now applies to sexual skills. It’s called Lusty Learning.”

  Her jaw was hanging open as I read those to her. “Okay, made up my mind. I want both of those plus Porn Proportions as soon as I can get them. I’ll pass for now so that I can save up. How about you?”

  I smiled a bit. “Definitely going in a different direction from you. First, I’m going to put the remaining 80 Affection points into becoming a Polyglot. Always hated that I could never seem to pick up nguages. The other I’m grabbing is 70 Love points and bends random chances a bit in my favor. Supposed to be way more powerful in situations that can become sexual.”

  “So you’re telling me that just after you gained hot lips and magic hands, you pick the ability to win every game of spin the bottle you get into? I like the way you think!”

  Honestly, I wanted it so that I’d stop getting as many red lights, but that worked too.

  She wasn’t done, either. “Now for what I think? Tonight I want you to do me so that I know what you got, but tomorrow I think I want to see you go try to pick someone up. If an escort won’t work, maybe a fling will.”

  —

  Those magic hands worked wonders, both that night the next morning. She had discovered one bit of a drawback to the ability she gained. Although it snted things enough to literally be able to see the difference the next morning (and let me tell you, those firm abs firming up even more looked delicious), she felt as if she did both workouts. As I massaged her aches away, she assured me that she’d get used to it. That it felt like the first time she got a serious workout. And that the massage and orgasms were worth it.

  “And the kisses, too. Oh, that ability was worth it, Jack. Might hold off on the upgrade for it until I get there. Now, let me make breakfast, I have to get to work, and tonight you can try to get a college girl. Thursday night is party night and there are a couple of bars nearby they like.”

  And that is how I ended up at a pce with music a little louder than I liked and a clientele a little younger than I would have been looking to date if I’d been single. Thankfully, I wasn’t drinking, so the price of the drinks wasn’t a concern, and I wasn’t here to date. I was here to find someone to take home and hopefully screw unconscious.

  Seriously, was that me thinking those words? With my girlfriend’s permission and explicit encouragement?

  I was wearing something a bit cleaner cut than most of the people here, not to mention being visibly a few years older than the early-20s bunch. At Diane’s suggestion, I didn’t shave in the morning other than cleaning up some edges. Something about the scruffy look being the “in” thing. I wouldn’t know, if I tried to go to work looking “scruffy” it would have been my st day. Then again, my st day at work was more than a week ago anyway, so why not try it? I was severely out of practice with “being a random bar guy,” but after watching about a half hour of everyone else do what they did I had some ideas. I started trying to shoot my shot, as the people around me were calling it.

  They all seemed to think that one major shot missed was it for the night. I was under no such illusions. Which was a good thing, because I think I came off as creepy to the first three or four girls I approached.

  Eventually, one person either found my tries endearing or else had a thing for “slightly older, slightly scruffy” dudes. Enough so that I managed to get a dance with her, and from there I rode the edge of being slightly more mature than the frat bros in the area until I could get my hands onto her back, at which point the magic took over. She was pretty, in an unfinished and cute kind of way. A bit more skinny than fit, with small breasts and a dark pixie cut, but her eyes were a lethal green and her butt was nice and firm. Within minutes of pressing my hands into the stressed points of her back, I could feel her practically melting into my arms even out on the dance floor. By the time I got her back to my table, she was pretty much begging me to keep doing that, her phrasing leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination about what she’d do for me if I did.

  Oh, and her name was Christie, if it matters.

  I leaned in for a kiss as she was blissed out by the massage. She saw it coming and lifted her lips to meet it. As soon as it began, her eyes flew open. The feel of it was absolutely electric, and if I could get that from my side then I could only imagine what she was feeling. Actually, no. I knew darned well what she was experiencing, as her breath quickened and her arms came around me. I could feel her abs flex rhythmically as she pressed herself on me. There, at our table in the middle of the club, I’d made her cum from a kiss and a back rub. The magic now at my literal fingertips was a heck of a thing.

  For reference, we did not stay at the club particurly much longer after that.

  She jumped into my car and let me drive her to my apartment. Once there, she jumped out of her clothes and into my bed, revealing a fashionably thin body and a carefully-trimmed patch of pubic hair. Not that I was looking at it for very long. I removed my own clothing much more smoothly and calmly than she had got on the bed, then got to work.

  My hands, with all the magic and power they now had, were all over her. Arms, chest, nipples, waist, hips, legs, everywhere. So were my lips. I’m pretty sure she came at least once or twice more during that, and the sight and sound of her writhing in overwhelming pleasure had me absolutely rock hard even before I got on top of her directly and thrust myself in. With one arm holding me up, my other was down rubbing her clit. As I pounded in and out, I frequently leaned down to kiss and nibble on her. And as for Christie? What she was experiencing was not so much a series of orgasms as it was one incredibly protracted one. At no point that evening did I stop feeling her body pulse and clench on me, no matter which way I twisted and turned her.

  Some time ter, my body decided it had enough of waiting, and with a surge of my own I came into her body, flooding her womb with my seed. Her back arched powerfully as her own ongoing orgasm reached one st peak, then she colpsed like a rag doll on my bed. I’m pretty sure she was asleep before I’d finished putting a bnket over her, she definitely was before I put a gss of water on the bedside dresser for when she woke up.

  —

  “Wow, that was acrobatic. She looked like she enjoyed it, too.”

  Diane had obviously been watching through the webcam again, though this time she didn’t come join us overnight. Christie had woken up in the morning, drank the water, saw the time, panicked, called a cab, got herself dressed, and got gone in record time. Not before leaving her number and making me promise to call her again any time I felt horny. She seemed unbelievably serious about that part.

  My own muscles were a bit sore. Whatever else was true, I’d pushed things a bit st night. “Oh, definitely. I never was the most promiscuous person out there, but I’ve never seen someone react like that. Not even in porn.”

  “Seriously, porn?”

  “Been a bit, Diane. I don’t think I’m ever going to have to again except for research. Anyway, I REALLY never expected to have someone reacting like that to me.” And really, if it hadn’t been for both the app and her pushing me onward, I still wouldn’t have. No telling if the results were typical or if that one was going to be a once-off.

  “Nice.” She really did seem to mean it. “So… how are your points doing? You’ve got some objective measure to look at!”

  “And you want boobs.”

  “And I want boobs. And you want me to have boobs.”

  “Fair enough.” I pulled out my phone and opened the app, swiping around a bit. “Oh, that was even better for her than I thought. She’s up to 68 Affection, 54 Love, and 70 Lust. Points show that she was at a hundred at least once st night for Lust, though. I have a hundred fifty points to use there when I spent down to 50 st night.”

  “Way to go, Jack! Sounds like it was absolutely life-changing sex!”

  “I know, right… wait. Wait, that’s weird.”

  “Jack, PLEASE don’t leave it at that when you’re looking at something that can give you superpowers and rewrite reality.”

  “As I was looking, the points ticked upwards. Twice. I’m up to 200 points there and I don’t know why.” I was swiping around the app to look for something, anything, to expin it.

  I wasn’t the only one looking. Diane had her notebook out and was furiously flipping through it. “You said you could only gain points when someone crossed the emotional thresholds about you. Maybe that’s it? Check the page where you can see people’s stats? If you can, sort it by Lust.”

  The heck of it was that she was absolutely right. Including the sort function. HOW she was right when she by definition couldn’t even LOOK at the darned thing, I’d never know, but she was. There was, in fact, a search and sort function on that page. I just hadn’t had enough people to gnce through to need it before. Now, though, when I sorted by lust, Christie was still up top. Diane was there, too, but in fourth pce. “Huh, looks like there are a couple of new names here. Julia and Ellie. Both of them are over fifty Lust, too, but I have no idea who they are. I don’t know that I’ve met anyone this week by either of those names. Whoever they are, they seem to think I’m a sexy beast of a man.”

  Diane’s face was focused for a moment, taking in the information, and then lit up with realization so suddenly that I could practically see the metaphorical light bulb go off over her head. “Oh, now it makes sense!”

  “I’m gd it does for you, because I’m still mystified.”

  “She told her friends. She probably described, in loving detail, just exactly how and how hard you rocked her world. Given how rumpled she was when she left here, they could probably put two and two together. So you said you have 250 Lust points avaible?”

  I’d been nodding along, the first part making some sense, until the swerve caught me off guard. “Uh, yeah.”

  “Good. In that case, we have more than enough points for this. I want you to give me Lusty Learning and Porn Proportions.”

  “Right now?”

  “Right now. I don’t know how fast it’s going to work, so let me get ready.” Her method of getting ready was simple and direct. She stood up from the table and quickly removed her pajamas. That taut body and those nice (but fairly modest) curves were on dispy, and I could once again appreciate how her normal workouts were having a much more visible effect even after only a a bit over a day of the boosted effectiveness.

  It was time to see what the next bit of magic would do. “You ready?” She nodded. I added the two new abilities to her profile, looked up at her, and hit the button to accept. “Done.”

  “Really? That’s disappoint… oh. OH!” Diane’s hands shot up to her breasts. Breasts that were suddenly no longer the same. It seemed like every time she breathed in, those breasts rose. When she breathed out, though, they didn’t retreat. Over the course of less than a minute, they left behind such paltry words as “breasts.” They became tits, then decided not to slow down until they were well past that. Now, they were boobs. Gloriously rge boobs, easily more than twice the size they had been before. As far as I could tell, though, they sagged no more than the perky C cups they had just been.

  Nor were they alone. Although not quite as dramatic an increase as her boobs, her hips definitely broadened and her butt definitely gained in size. Just like up front, her rear didn’t look like fat. It was firm and juicy, seemingly custom-made for my hands.

  Diane’s lips plumped, ever so slightly. Her eyeshes and hair lengthened, her waist cinched in just a bit, her spine straightened just a hair. No one of these changes were anywhere near as dramatic as her breasts and butt. Taken as a whole, though? She had gone from looking good to looking ridiculously hot, a walking wet dream that had my dick hardening under the table despite being objectively satiated overnight.

  She grinned, a feral kind of thing. “I’d say the application was a success, Jack. I do, in fact, look like I belong in porn.” She looked down at herself, then her discarded pajamas. “The new wardrobe is going to be pricey, but SO worth it.”

  “Whoah. Diane, I’m sure this goes without saying but wow. That was an incredible transformation. No clue why it was so cheap.” I shook my head, trying to keep it together. “Where do we even go from here? What do we even do?”

  Diane had no such uncertainty. “Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m calling in sick to work. It’s Friday, and that means I have three days to use this new body of mine. On you. I am going to learn how to use every inch of myself on every inch of you, and if I let you go two waking hours without an orgasm then you get to pick my next transformation.”