Amans Vinctum

"Well why the fuck would I waste my time with a maybe-good football player who takes my mom's plugs up his ass? Sure, I can control him now, but give him a few concussions and... I mean Hell, even then: what will I gain that daddy doesn't already give me with money?" She crossed her arms under her monstrous chest and raised her nose at John. A glint appeared in her eye. "Dad could buy me any house Frank could hope to earn... but fucking... magic? No, I've only ever met one man who can give me that."

"... Wait, what?"

"What? Obviously we're going to start dating now... especially if you really did knock me up. You're welcome, by the way."

"That's... wait wait wait, that doesn't make sense, I mean we just.... I just... why... " John scratched his head. How did this add up?

It just didn't... until it did. "You think I'll let you get away after showing me magic is real and putting a baby in me? I can't get an abortion you know... well, I guess you can give me a magical one, but you haven't, so you must want me pregnant. So yeah, we're going to be dating... and even if you won't sign the NDA, you're going to be a good boy and let me take care of the rest of our lives together... all so I can keep your little secret."

John stood still, left in shock that she was still trying to get the upper-hand, even after he finished her quest, even after...! "Vanessa... we don't need to be enemies over this."

"Who said anything about enemies? You're going to give me that cock, and help me get an edge even mother can't manage with my father's resources... and you'll get to stand by my side and receive all the love and children I can make for you. What more could a man possibly want?"

"Freedom," he spat angrily. John was nearly at his limit with this spectre of his past.

"You wouldn't do anything with it anyways. You might have a big new dick, but you're still thinking too small with-"

The parsing trap door opened underneath Vanessa's feet, and this time she was under no slow effect that prevented her from screaming as it happened. Her hands lunged for the edges of the doorway, letting her towel fall away, and there she hung over a living room now warped in some other bizarre fashion: the furniture had all melted together into a oblong mega-cushion, the walls were steepled at erratic points, and perhaps most notable of all were the two milky pairs of eyes that turned to regard her. There were monsters in this version, with massive bodies that couldn't have been human, but they were humanoid enough except for the chipped horns growing out of their rotting foreheads and the mottled skin that crackled and warped as they turned. The massive creatures, with hands that could crush her skull and mouths that hung hungrily, began their approach, earning another shriek of terror from the cheerleader as she faced horrors too heinous to accept. "No- NOOO-!"

The world was replaced with the real hallway again in a confusing instant, and she stumbled as she landed roughly on her feet from what was dangling from the trap door. Like a period on the sentence, John pulled it to a close with a rope it had spawned with, and then dismissed it. The rickety old wooden door melted back into carpet, and the false reality, along with its monsters, vanished... and then her towel, which had fallen into that nightmare, almost seemed to get burped up from morphing pocket of this transition. "I can open a door anywhere as long as it can lead to a place I can copy," John explained, "and it will populate the copied place with monsters meant for me to kill." He stalked over to Vanessa, who only now realized that heavy cream poured anew from her nipples. John didn't bother suppressing the effect anymore, and quickly augmented her enjoyment from lactating. Her body trembled, and already it felt better than all the useless masturbating she tried only a few minutes ago.

"I then teleported you out, but really I could just open a portal to anywhere I've been or seen and dump you into it. Example." She pressed her back against the wall as he drew near... and then fell backwards as the wall became the brisk, biting air of the sky some 2,000 feet over John's neighborhood. She screamed bloody **** as she fell- and then stopped as John pinned her legs to the floor with his iron grip. Keeping her pinned with his pelvis, he grabbed her by her nipples - augmenting them so they more aptly fitted on her new breasts - and pulled her painfully back into the hall before closing the tunnel, letting her fall onto her ass as she spun away from him.

"I could put you in the hospital... no, probably kill you with a single blow if I didn't hold back. I could kill Frank in just two."

Vanessa cowered with her back to the wall, cradling her aching nipples after the vicious stunt. "Wuh-why?!"

"How would you like your nose to look? Bigger, or smaller? I can more than double it now, maybe let you go to school with one huge eye, a giant nose, pencil-thin lips and one big ear. I could do all of that in, maybe... 30 seconds? I wouldn't even break a sweat, Vanessa. Maybe I'll take one tit away and put most of it in the other, because God knows what those funbags will look when I'm done with them."

"Please... I'm sorry... please stop..."

John did none of these things, but he pressed on, looming over her mere inches away. "There's more I can do, Miss Hawthorne," he whispered derisively, "but I just need you to understand: I'm not Frank. I'm not your ****, your dog, your butler, and if I'm being honest I'd be a shitty boyfriend too: I won't explain the details, but it looks like I need to go fuck at least two other women to continue gaining power, and I will find a way... Hell, based on my progress, I guess they don't even need to be of this world..." Vanessa sat quietly, staring at him with large, worried eyes. John looked back at her, trying his best to be scary but succeeding only by virtue of having almost thrown her into two different, gruesome deaths. "You want power? Too bad, because I don't think this is even a power that can be given, or shared. You want obedience? Can't do that either; I've never been more free, and you're never going to take that from me again." Vanessa flinched. "You're... kind of a mess, even more than I thought before today... but I still bet you don't want anything to do with this, now that you know that I won't be controlled. It'll only get weirder... and it's going to be for my sake, every time. It won't be for yours unless I want it."

A hush fell onto the hall, and the two stared at one another in the silent, brooding mood. A car beeped outside. John's heart was pounding in his ears. Vanessa's eyes hurt almost as bad as her nipples. John counted his heartbeats, nine, ten, eleven, before she finally let her face dip. She bit her lip, her eyes grew sullen, and John damned her for somehow making him feel bad about just wanting to remain free. She looked over to her clothes, dropped in a pile as they were when John went into his stern little speech, and clutched them to herself... and then cursed as milk stained her shirt. He pressed on. "Do you understand-?"

"If you're done using me, the least you can do is turn my body back to normal."

Her words cut through John, and his heart sank as he stepped back from her. He glanced out the window as he wrestled with this new remorse, but there was no surrender in giving her this favor; merely a chance at redemption, he told himself.

Ten minutes later...

The Cadillac rolled up, earlier as Vanessa had decided only minutes after wanting another two hours in this suburb. Hubert looked in the rear-view mirror as his charge climbed into the backseat and grinned with surprise. "Miss Hawthorne! Why, it looks like the swelling has gone down!"

"Please just fucking drive." Hubert offered a consolidating smile and did as he was told; such was the best he could do for her, these days. Vanessa stared out the window, fingering the bottom button of her shirt as she remembered the day. Her breasts were back to sizeable C's, they weren't leaking anymore, she could walk without her clit feeling like she had a strawberry between her thighs... and perhaps most important of all, she was no longer pregnant, a gift John had saved for last. Sure, she'd have to take his word on it, but he seemed sincere. He even handed her the IUD back, suggesting he couldn't be sure how it was meant to be installed... as if she could explain that to her OBGYN. Idiot.

The suburb shrunk in the mirrors she could see, and his rejection still stung... but in the end, he was done using her, wasn't he? She was right in the end: he was just another man, magic or no... so why did she want to persist? Why was she even now plotting how to slowly win him back?

"Is the young sir... your new boyfriend, Miss?"

"Who said you could ask that you fucking-" She cut herself off, and sighed. She could never be as harsh with her surrogate father as she should be. "He didn't want anything to do with me. He hates me, I think." A foreign thought invaded her mind, poisoned as it was with love:

Because I deserve to be hated. Her eyes stung, and she didn't understand why.

"Ah... I'm... sorry, Miss."

"Don't be," she sighed with a shaky voice, tapping away at her phone... and opening her messenger app. She wiped a single tear away and returned to smiling as she reviewed the names on her contact list. She hadn't won him over tonight... but perhaps with these... "He'll come around."

Hubert smiled with relief. She had almost looked defeated... but his pride and joy remained strong, and he couldn't help but manage a toothy grin as he sped along. "I'm sure he will, Miss."