Meeting the harem enabler

"So you're saying that if I ever mistreat Maisie more than the curse demands, you'll... fuck me?"

"Yes. Then I'll kill you. And some other guy, as well." Jocelyn takes a sip of her coffee as if she hadn't just matter-of-factly threatened you with premeditated **** and ****. Her voice is so mind-meltingly erotic that your dick twitches involuntarily regardless.

For that matter, you're pretty sure that the woman who took her order creamed her panties, given how she rushed to go on break immediately afterward, but the witch also seemed to have made it up to her--by some twisted logic, anyway--because when she came back and took your order after an agonisingly long wait in line, the store uniform was suddenly struggling to contain some very enticing curves and was obviously very tight around her new musculature, and she'd probably need to go up a few sizes anyway given how your head only came up to her chin.

And somehow, despite Jocelyn having an objectively perfect body, at least by contemporary standards of beauty, clad in skimpy lingerie that is only not in violation of public decency laws on the thinnest of technicalities, nobody in the crowded coffee shop is paying any attention to the two of you at all.

"I thought you were sex-negative asexual," you remind her.

"I am," she replies. "But as powerful a witch as I am--and right now I'm the closest thing this universe has ever seen to a literal God--even I have to take some pretty drastic measures to circumvent a life curse."

"And that means..."

"That means that I'll control your mind, **** you to use me as a jizzrag for a while, fake an orgasm, not enjoy any part of that, then wipe you from reality and feel nothing about it. Well, nothing for the other guy I'd use in this. For you, since we're talking hypothetically here, I'd feel a satisfyingly sick sense of **** for what you would have done to Maisie to prompt me to act on this threat."

"You talk like you've done this before," you observe.

"Because I have," Jocelyn casually admits. Nobody even glances as she confesses to committing heinous crimes in public, with no evident effort to keep it secret. "Don't bother going to the authorities about it. There's no evidence to link me to it, and I can end any investigation with a casual thought anyway."

"Why two?" you decide to ask instead. There's little point interrogating Jocelyn further on crimes for which she'll never be held accountable.

"Because I'd need to circumvent two rules. First rule, letting a woman control Maisie's curse. Second rule, letting someone control more than one person." The witch takes another sip of her coffee.

"So to control Linda and Holly, you had to kill three men?"

"After subjecting myself to a highly unpleasant gangbang, yes."

"You make it sound like you're the victim here."

"Am I?" Jocelyn smiles enigmatically. "I may not have liked the sex, but I still **** those men. I still killed them without a shred of remorse. I can at least assure you that they enjoyed it, and that they felt no pain whatsoever when I made them cease to exist. I don't ****."

"Appeal to the greater good, the excuse so many powerful people give to justify their heinous acts."

"The greater good? Maybe. Maybe it's just my own guilt at how I didn't see that Sonia was going to put a life curse on Bethany, because I could've interfered then. Bethany and I could've made it backfire on her. As they say, hurt people hurt people."

"So you're not claiming victimhood, but you're also not owning up to being a perpetrator."

"Linda and Holly will be better off this way. So would Maisie, if it ever came to that."

"Is that true, or is it just what you want to believe?"

"If you were as powerful as I am, you'd understand that the line between those is rather more blurred than most people are comfortable contemplating."

"Why did you actually ask me to meet you here?" you pivot. "Your text message--I'm not even going to ask how you got my number--said nothing about casual threats of ****."

"So that I don't have to be as involved with the four of you going forward in order for your little entertainment venture to be successful. Not that I care about its success one way or the other for itself, mind you; I care that you'll be able to provide for the three women who're now in your charge. More or less."

"What, are you going to transfer control over Linda and Holly to me? Wouldn't you have to find more guys to fuck to do that?"

"I'm not an actual god," Jocelyn reminds you. "Just the next best thing to. I can only tamper with the curse so much."

"So how does that help me?"

"Well, what if I were to tell you that second-order effects are possible?"

"Bullshit. We tried that with me, and with Linda before we did the video."

"Oh, not directly. You're right, you can't just drink Maisie's tit milk and boom, bigger boobs. But I could send Linda and Holly an order to be affected by it regardless. No second-order effect, just two first-order effects interacting, but it ends up looking like a second-order effect. No need to bug me if you want Holly to have a fatter ass."

"And would you send that order?" you ask.

Jocelyn just smiles, but then over the next little while she shows you how to use the curse in other ways. Not any actual functions you outright hadn't discovered; just ways to make it more optimal.

"This is like, I think, what's the term, a macro?" you say, as Jocelyn shows you how to implant a command that would let you say something like "Maisie, preset six" and have her turn into her busty shortstack body.

"That's as good an analogy as any," Jocelyn agrees.

The one you're most excited about, though, is a command that will let you turn Maisie fully male except solely to the extent that the curse will still regard her as female.

"Even I don't know what would happen without that last bit," Jocelyn admits. "Curse doesn't work on men, so the subject's still gotta be a bit female, in some sense."

"It'll make doing gay porn less awkward, probably."

"As I said, I do want you to be able to provide for them."

"Anything else you care to tell me? Or warn me against?"

"Just that there's a few things that are technically permitted by the curse that I won't let you get away with. I won't punish you for them, and the curse allows them because they're technically not second-order effects, but I'll intervene to stop it. Had to do it before."

"Care to give an example?"

"One guy, centuries ago, found out about the curse and controlled the woman in his village who was subject to it. He had the bright idea of turning her into a giantess and using that to threaten everyone into submission. Technically, that's permitted. The curse'll even keep all the nasty side effects at bay."

"I'm guessing that's not what ended up happening."

"Obviously not. As I said, I intervened. I kill people, when I have to. And yes, I do it without remorse, without guilt. But I wasn't about to let someone get away with it on the scale that would've ensued there. If he wanted to control people through her, he should've just made her a genius politician. Of course, that society was highly patriarchal, so it probably never occurred to him that she could've been in such a position, even if he was whispering in her ear for all the decisions."

"Good for me that preset eight"--that's Maisie's "busty Amazonian muscle mommy" body--"is the biggest I like, then."

"Good, bad." Jocelyn shrugs. "As I said, I wouldn't punish you for it. Just a little push to shrink her back down and make the curse think it worked, then a little nudge to make her grow when you order her to return to normal. Of course, now that you know this, and you know that I'll interfere, you won't give the order anyway."

"I wouldn't have even if you hadn't."

"Still, size porn is a line of business you'll probably pursue sooner or later. I'll let you figure out how to use the curse to make it more realistic than what else is out there."

Jocelyn finishes her coffee, and without another word stands up and walks off, her breasts bouncing, her hips swinging and her ass gyrating. Given how she appears to make up for causing people to orgasm from her mere presence, you're pretty sure from the number of dramatically enhanced bodies around the shop that at least a dozen people lost control of their sexual organs while watching her.

"Asexual pervert for sure," you mutter as you finish your own coffee and text Linda.

"So what did she want to talk about?" the woman asks when you meet up on the walk back to your apartment complex.

"This and that. Casual threats, then some useful info."

"About the..."

"About that."

"Would it be too much to hope that she figured out how to break the damn thing for good and get me my trust fund back?"

You just nod sadly, and you don't need to be a telepath to know what sorts of curses are running through Linda's head at that moment.