A serious discussion about the nature of magical shenanigans

The next day, you find yourself enjoying a Turkey avocado club and coffee in a charming brick walled establishment as Morgan sits across the two seater table from you, helpfully explaining her most recent Tarot readings. There's a lot of stuff about magicians and priestesses, and even though it's going way over your head, it's all very interesting. It don't hurt that Morgan looks like a wet dream with her goth makeup on and her giant breasts stuffed in a Dead Kennedys shirt, but even that sight can't stop you from being a little distracted by the eventual drama bomb you're about to drop on the table.

"You alright there Jason?" She eventually asks, startling you from your thoughts.

"Yeah, I guess..." you start, but quickly correct yourself. No time like the present, after all. "Actually, there's something I kind of need to tell you..."

"Ooh, sounds spicy. Hit me."

"This is serious, Morgan," you chastise her, but quickly find yourself having difficulty finding the words to express what you need to. "It's about... how we got together, I guess."

Looking in her eyes, you can see the worry plain on her face. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry. Is this too going fast for you? I know I kind of got ahead of myself with the blowjob thing..."

"No! No, it's not that." It's strange, but her genuine worry is surprising. "It's actually about... well, can I show you something?"

She nods, though somewhat apprehensively, so you pull out your phone and open the Affection Multiplier. You slide the phone across the table towards her. "That's... I think that's the reason we got together."

She picks up the phone and plays around with it, tapping through a few screens. "I'm not following," she says eventually, sliding your phone back to you. "We met at work, not through some dating app."

"Well, it's not a dating app," you begin to explain. "About a week ago, I found this weird app on my phone. Someone must have installed it for me, the intro message said it was a gift. It tracks how much people like me. Remember our closing shift last week?"

"Yeah, it was the same as any other night at the store."

"Well back then, your score was at like... ten. Now it's at one hundred. And that's not all; it's got scores to show how much you love me, and how, uh... horny you are at the moment."

She's beginning to look uncomfortable, but you press on. "And there's this in-app currency I earn as I convince people to like me. I can spend it to buy perks for myself, and anyone the app tracks."

She's got her eyebrows raised in surprise, then quickly adjusts her expression as she gains an icy look in her eyes. If you're being honest, you're a little bit worried about that. "Alright Jason, I'll bite. For the rest of this conversation, I'll assume this isn't a shitty prank for your YouTube channel or something."

You laugh self deprecatingly at the suggestion of a prank. "You watch the channel, when have I ever done pranks?"

"Well it's a more reasonable explanation for this little heart to heart than a magic fucking phone app. You said you can buy "perks". What, is this like Fallout or some shit?"

"No, I don't think so? I bought myself... well, I wasn't always as big below the belt, or nearly as, uh, muscular."

She gives a snorting little laugh. "Of course. You're such a guy. Why wouldn't you jump at the chance for a bigger dick. I don't know if anyone ever told you, but size ain't everything."

You give her a grin. "You didn't complain."

Luckily, she seems to gloss over the comment, as she looks lost in thought. She sits in silence for a moment, before realization dawns on her face. "You... you bought me giant tits, didn't you?"

"Not on purpose!" you explain, now on the defensive.

"No," she says, waving her arm in dismissal, "this makes so much sense now. The Tarot readings I did last night, I mean."

"The what now?"

"It's so obvious!" she nearly shouts, suddenly very excited. "Every reading I did about you comes up with the Fool somewhere in the spread," she says, pointing at you. "That must mean you've been chosen to carry a unique power, like this app or whatever. Jason, you've been earmarked for a Fool's Journey!"

Okay, now you're lost. "One mo' again?"

She looks up at you, her usual wry smile now in place. "The Fool's Journey, it's like... it's why the Arcana are laid out the way they are. You start at zero, The Fool, and each card represents a stop or obstacle in the Fool's Journey on his way to enlightenment, symbolized by The World, number twenty one."

You're completely lost now. "Okay, but what the fuck does that have to do with a magic phone app?"

"The app was a gift, right? SO whoever gave you that gift must want you to achieve some kind of greater understanding of the world at large. When I was doing the spread, I saw you as the Fool, but there were two other major arcana that kept cropping up. The first, and I think it symbolizes this app, was The Magician."

"Okay, what's the Magician mean?"

"The Magician has all the tools to manifest their own power, and bring their ideas and desires into being. The app is The Magician, major arcana number one; it's giving you the power to embark on your Fool's Journey and discover untold truths about the world."

Jesus christ, when you bought a perk to make your dick bigger you didn't think you'd end up in the deep end of esoteric occultism. "So what was the other arcana then?"

"It was..." she pauses, as she thinks of the words. "It was the High Priestess, number two. And I mean... that's gotta be me, right?"

"I have no idea why that would be, Morgan."

She sighs in exasperation. "The High Priestess is all about divine knowledge and wisdom, and specifically of the feminine kind. Maybe it's kind of like... someone who can guide you through the Fool's Journey? Sound like anyone you might know?"

You lean back in the chair. "So you think whoever, or whatever, gave me this app is doing it because I'm some kind of Tarot chosen one?"

She shrugs. "Maybe. Over the last week, my tits have inflated like goddamn water balloons and some loser I work with fucked me into a cum dribbling mess, so I was already half assuming magic was real."

You laugh at the absurdity of all this. "How are you just... okay with all of this bullshit?"

She smiles. "Jason, I did a dozen tarot readings last night, in multiple spreads, and shuffled the deck every time. The same three cards showed up every goddamn time. If that isn't magic, it's still fucking spooky. And as for this," she continues, gesturing at her top, "I ain't gonna lie. You fucked up."

"I really am sorry about that."

She waves you off. "It's fine. I always wanted bigger tits."

"Really?" She always seemed so confident in herself and how she looked. "Why?"

"Dude, I used to be flatter than paper," she says derisively. "You have no idea how much of a blow to the ego it is to watch all your friends grow up around you, and you're just sitting there with pubes, periods, and not much else."

You nod. "I guess. But aren't they a hassle?"

She smirks. "Fuck yeah they are. I can't fit into any of my old clothes, and dudes keep staring at my chest all the time. Even if I cover up, it's not like I can hide these fucking things."

You smile conspiratorially, and pick up the phone from the table where she left it and hand it over to her. "If I'm lucky, there might be something for that. Go to your profile, and click on the dollar sign heart."

She takes the phone and begins tapping on the screen, though you can't see what she's doing while sitting across the table from her. "This is so weird. I'm looking at this summary of me, and it's like... what the fuck?"

"What's it say?"

She smiles at you. "One of my Wants says I want to fuck you right now, which like, yeah, but still."

"Table that, click on the thing."

"Alright, alright," she acquiesces. "Great Stonking Tits? The fuck?"

"Yeah, the first one was called that too."

She looks up at you in disdain. "You bought me a perk called 'Great Stonking Tits?'"

"ON ACCIDENT, but whatever! Did you read what it does?"

"Yeah, it says I can hide my tits or whatever. And they won't hurt my back."

"So...?"

She thinks for a moment, before pressing decisively on the screen. "Fuck your money, I'm buying it."

You breathe a sigh of relief. "Okay, cool."

She clicks a few more times, then tosses the phone back to you, her usual wry smile in place. "Man, you are stressed out for a guy with magic powers."

You shrug as you pocket it. "Honestly, I was half expecting you to not believe me, and just break up with me."

She laughs. "Honestly, maybe I should. But whether or not you invaded my privacy and used magic to manipulate me into falling in love with you, you're at least decent enough to fuck like a professional. So you're stuck with me, babe."

"It wasn't like... conscious manipulation, and I seriously am sorry about it."

She give a snort. "Hey, I ain't mad. You're the Fool, and you're playing your part. Pretty well, I might add." She stands up from her chair, her prodigious assets wobbling as she does so. "Now let's go back to your place, I've got a few hours before my shift and I want to make them count."

You're elated as the two of you exit the cafe, full of sandwiches and exuberance, but the moment is broken as Morgan's phone vibrates. She pulls it out of her pocket, and reads over the message. "The plot thickens," she says in a monotone, then holds up the phone to you so you can see what she's looking at.

It's a simple screen, a black background with white text. It says;

"You are the first to be selected. From now on, enjoy your role, and enjoy this gift."