The Affection Multiplier Multiplied

The text quickly fades away as Morgan moves over to stand beside you, allowing the both of you to see the screen at the same time. What you're left looking at is a familiar screen, with names and colored progress bars, but with one important distinction. Adjacent to each profile is not a mugshot-style profile image, but rather what appears to be painting in the style of a medieval art piece. It's definitely not the art you saw in Morgan's tarot cards, but it's certainly in a similar style, and each image is accompanied with a small title bar across the top with a roman numeral and a title. And sure enough, the first profile on the list "Jason Alejandro Ramirez" is accompanied by a stylized jester with a dog walking along a cliff, with the text reading "0 - The Fool".

"Oh, sick, I was totally right!" Morgan says, elated. "This is some rad spooky tarot shit!"

"Okay then, I guess you have the app as well?" you say with some trepidation. "It doesn't look much like mine though." You reach out to tap the question mark icon on the upper right corner of the screen, and the both of you are immediately greeted by a tutorial message that looks rather familiar.

Welcome to the brand new Affection Multiplier Companion App!

Someone with their own Affection Multiplier account has been gracious enough to bequeath upon you knowledge of their good fortune. As such, you will from this point forth be granted a measure of their power, to better facilitate their new responsibilities. This power manifests itself within this app in the following ways:

1. You may now view the profile of anyone with a positive Affection score towards either you or your lover. Keep track of those important to the both of you!

2. You may now earn the primary app user gems by accomplishing achievements of your own, largely focused on helping them maintain their relationships. Make your friends and lovers content and happy!

3. You may now track which Arcana the primary user has currently unlocked and is in the process of seducing. Be the guide in your shared personal journey!

As a side note, this app uses the Arcana System to differentiate potential relationships that you and the primary user have. Every person denoted by this app is assigned one of the Major Arcana from the standard Rider-Waite-Smith tarot deck to represent them in a metaphysical way. Going forward, the two of you will only experience the passive benefits of the Affection Multiplier with a single person of a particular Arcana, so please be careful in who you choose to tag with the app.

In addition, it is expected that these relationships will take a sexual turn at some point. Again, be careful who you select for a particular Arcana; without the proper purchases, some relationships could become dangerous, either for your health or for your social standing, should they turn physical in this nature.

Please understand that this app is a gift, and as such should never be abused for unfair material gain. The Affection Multiplier is here for both of you, and simply wishes to enrich as many lives as possible.

And, as always, don't forget to have fun!

"This is fucking awesome!" Morgan says you as she takes her phone from your face and begins scrolling through the app. There's dozens, if not nearly a hundred, of profiles for her to check out. "My only question is, who are these people? Is this everyone we've ever met?"

"Fuck if I know," you say as two of you finish walking across the small parking lot outside the cafe and get into your car. As you put the key in and start the car, Morgan's eyes and fingers seem glued to her phone even as she buckles the seatbelt against her expansive chest. She's wearing what you're assuming is her default look of a jeans and a hoodie (you can't read the font on this one either, but you're pretty sure "Midnight" is in there somewhere), though you expect once she gets the chance and the cash she'll be updating her wardrobe significantly. Still, even with the extra fabric of her outerwear, the safety belt still squishes neatly between her breasts, highlighting their immensity. You decide that her having a strap between the tits is a great look for her.

"Okay, this is Buck. Fucking. Wild. This thing lets me sorts profiles by how much people like either of us, what Arcana they've been associated with, and by who we've interacted with most recently. I can even tag them so they line up at top of the list, even when sorted."

"Well good for you," you reply dryly as you begin the drive back towards your apartment. "Mine doesn't let me sort through the profiles at all."

She scoffs. "Did you try holding down on the screen for a sec? There's a drop down menu."

...

Fuck. You didn't did you?

She laughs at your embarrassed silence. "You dumbass. Have you never used a smartphone? There's a whole list of options here: Sort, See Purchases, Silence Notifications..."

"Well, I've only had it for a week, alright? Maybe I haven't had time to experiment with it. Don't judge me."

Even out of the corner of your eye, you can tell she's eyeing you suspiciously. "Yeah, I'm just going to assume you're a dumbass."

You pout. "At least I'm a cute dumbass."

She leans over, mashing her chest against your shoulder, and gives you a kiss on the cheek. "That's right, you're my darling little himbo."

"Damn straight," you say with pride.

"And you being a himbo helps explain the shit you've been buying on this thing," she continues. "Two questions for you Jason; Why are there so many Beatles references in this app, and why the fuck did you buy a perk to normalize polyamory?"

"Well, the answer to number one is I don't know, and the answer to number two is, I didn't. The app gave it to me when I got your affection score to 100."

She scoffs again. "Jesus, this thing is kind of fucked up when you think about it. Giving you fucking quest rewards for getting a girl to like you. I ain't nobody's prize."

You laugh. "Yeah, I guess. But you can't say you're complaining about how things have turned out, right?"

She looks back at the app. "No, if I'm honest, I can't say I can. So far, everything since we've gotten together has been pretty awesome. It's just kind of fucked up that this app wants you to fuck other girls."

You think about it for a moment. This is a delicate subject after all, and you want to get the words right. "Hey, Morgan..."

"Oh shit, it's the serious voice," she says mockingly.

"Shut up. This is important." You take a deep breath as the two of you pull up to a light. "I've already got everything I could have dreamed for out of this app. I've got sexy abs, a giant dick, and the coolest fucking girlfriend on the planet."

"Damn right you do."

"So what I'm trying to say is, if you want me to throw my phone out the window, I'll do it. No questions asked. I don't need this thing anymore," you tell her with total sincerity. To emphasize your point, you pull your own smartphone from your pocket, and hold it up for her to see. "I... I just don't want to do anything that would hurt you."

There's a long silence before the light turns green. You place your phone on the dash in front of you, well within Morgan's reach, as you pull into the intersection. Morgan, for her part, just stares at you with her eyebrows raised in surprise. She at least seems to be taking the words seriously enough.

"Jason," she eventually begins, breaking the silence. "This last week has been some of the most fun I've had in a long time. And to be honest, I thought you were cute waaay before you ever got this app. I was kind of just waiting for you to ask me out, dude. If anything, the only change I've seen in you since getting it is that you're a bit more confident. So... don't feel like this app did all the work, or anything. You're a really sweet guy."

You can't help but appreciate her honesty, her usual bluntness and sarcasm replaced with sincerity.

"That said," she continues, "it's obvious that some magic bullshit has chosen you for a higher purpose, and that higher purpose is going to involve a lot of fucking. You might not believe in all that old timey magic stuff, but I have for a while now. I mean, I kind of did already, but now with this shit, I definitely do."

"Okay?"

"So, I'm with you to see this shit through. If you want to have, I dunno, a fucking harem or whatever? I'm cool with it." She crosses her arms as she sits back in her seat, somewhat smug. "But I get first say in your next girl, alright?"

You turn your head to look at her, taking your eyes off the road for just a second. "Wait, really? You're just cool with all this?"

She laughs. "Yeah, really. It doesn't bother me. Maybe it's because the app is messing with my head, maybe it's because I've never been the jealous type, or maybe it's just because I think it'll be hot to see you balls deep in another chick." She gives you her usual smile. "Probably the last one, to be honest."

You gulp. "Uh, you're into that?"

She laughs. "Maybe. I haven't ever had the opportunity to watch my chiseled boyfriend slam his horse cock into another girl, but it sounds hot. We'll see."

You nod. "Okay. If you think we can make that work."

"Yeah, sure. As long you're cool with me fucking other guys as well."

...Oof, she just had to go there, didn't she? Still though, all things told, that isn't so bad. This is basically the same as having an open relationship, and you assume people have made that kind of relationship work before. Not that you know any personally. Much like her, you're not the jealous type either, and Morgan's being more than cool about all this. It's been a lot of changes to both your lives, and she seems to be willing to roll with the punches; the least you can do is let her have this.

"Alright," you reply, making the decision before you can second guess yourself. "I've never had a relationship like this before, but I'm good with that. Sounds fair."

She laughs. "Holy shit, I did not expect it to be that easy!"

You look at her smile for a moment before moving your eyes back to the road. "Wait, what?"

She shakes her head. "I was joking, dude! God, you take everything so seriously. But, I guess it's good to know you're not a total fucking hypocrite. I'm guessing that as soon as you saw that perk, you were already getting rock hard at the thought of fucking dozens of women, you fucking horndog."

This girl just loves toying with you, don't she? "Really? You don't want to fuck other guys, then?"

"Well, no, not right now," she clarifies. "The two of us have only fucked once after all. I'm not the type to sleep around, and honestly I doubt most guys could fuck me half as well as you have anyway. If anything, I'm counting the minutes until we can get some decent alone time again." She takes a moment to think over her words before continuing. "If all this magic tarot shit works out, and we're still together in a year, maybe then I'll need another boy toy, but at the moment I'm just happy to have access to your dick. I'll be honest, Jason, I might be a bit of a slut. But, like, a romantic slut. I like to fuck, sure, but I'm not really that big on casual sex. If I'm going to get in bed with some lucky bastard, I've got to give a shit about them first."

"Well that's comforting," you say without irony.

"How about you? Any one night stands you've got planned that you need to tell me about?"

"God no. You're the first girl I've been with in... well, a while. Same as you, I'm not really comfortable in bed with someone I don't really know."

"Well look at us," she says with some measure of surprise, "just a couple of hopeless romantics planning a fucking harem."

"Hey, you're the one in charge of this right now. You've already claimed the right to choose my 'next girl'. I'm just along for the ride."

She laughs. "You are such a lucky bastard."

After your lunch, the two of you make your way back to your apartment in preparation for a fun filled day of enjoying each other's company. As you walk into the apartment, you can tell that Taylor is gone, seeing as her jacket isn't hanging up by the door. You give Morgan a quick tour of the place, and eventually the two of you find yourselves chilling in your room with your phones out. Which, yeah, isn't very romantic, but since Morgan has given you the green light, you're curious as to who she might choose to be the next person she selects for her version of the app. You're sitting comfortably at your computer's desk chair, so that you can easily control the tunes you're both enjoying (Chill Relaxed Chiptunes: A Spotify Playlist), and Morgan is lying stomach first on your bed. Or rather, tit first. The things just end up splaying out to her sides all over the place, even with her hoodie on. Fuck, that was a good perk buy.

"Okay," Morgan eventually says, breaking the silence. "So there's three potential candidates I can see."

"Hit me with 'em," you reply confidently.

"Number one: Becky from the mall."

"Riiiiight," you say as your memory fails you completely. "Becky, from the mall, the mall where we see Becky. That Becky."

She sneers at you. "Yeah, that Becky. You know, the one I bought the cum stained bra from?"

"Oh right, that Becky! Yeah, she seems cool."

"You don't remember her at all, do you?"

"Nnnope. My mind was on other things." And considering how very aware you are of her breasts squished against your bed, it's probably on those same things now.

"Okay then, asshole. She was short, blond hair, worked at the underwear shop?"

"Alright, yeah," you say as your memory starts kicking into gear. "Well, you've got first choice, but mind if I ask why she made the list?"

Morgan shrugs. "I figure trying your app out on someone that doesn't already know you might be a cool experiment. Stretch the limits of this thing, see what we can do, y'know? Plus, she was cute, and she kept eyeing you up whenever she thought I wasn't looking, so I'm pretty sure she'd be into you."

Oh yeah, now that you remember it, there was something on the app about how she thought you were cute. "Huh. How come I didn't notice that?"

"Maybe 'cuz you're a thick headed himbo."

"I'm starting to think you're trying to make that into my pet name."

She sticks her tongue out at you, then presses on regardless. "Anyway, she's apparently associated with the Justice card, which represents... well, justice. And truth, and law, and stuff."

You nod, starting to get what she's getting after. "Basically the opposite of you then, right? She's probably some straight laced innocent good girl, and you want to fuck with her whole deal."

"Fuck yeah I do," she admits, but goes back to her phone. "Second on the list, is this girl neither of us know. I figure trying out shit on someone we've never met is an even better stretch of the app's powers. And I gotta be honest, she's the only one on this list associated with The Devil arcana, which is just badass. Her name is Maddison Moore."

"Alliterative. What, is she a superhero?"

"You're such a dork. No, she's apparently some girl who's subscribed to your YouTube channel. One of her wants is to meet you in real life, but fuck if I know how we'll get in touch with her."

You shrug. "Maybe the app will give us a perk or something. We'll put it on the backburner. Who's next?"

"Well, the last one is probably going to be the hardest sell," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "She's represented by The Sun card, which is all about positive vibes and good energy. And hey, she's probably the person out of these three you know best already!"

"Okay, so is it someone from work?" Fear begins to grip you as you make a startling revelation. "Oh god, is it Karen?"

Could you imagine that? Karen, the middle aged woman with a bad haircut that took entirely too much hairspray to make work. Karen, the she-devil who was known for being one of the worst of the politicians in the store, always trying to manipulate things in the back room. Karen, the only retail worker you've ever met that could carry a "GET ME THE MANAGER" attitude into the workplace.

Luckily, Morgan busts out laughing at the suggestion. "Oh god no, could you imagine? Fuck, no, no!"

You breathe a sigh of relief. Crisis averted.

Once she recovers from her laughing fit, though, Morgan once again has her wry smile on. "No, I was just gonna suggest you fuck your cousin."

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