Ama: All the World

For this, I blame BreakTheBar. The Affection Multiplier App is an offshoot of the idea of computer programs that can alter the world, one I had not heard of until I found his series (AMA: The Boyfriend, here on Lit and still ongoing). Read it, then I got hooked. He even was so kind as to point me towards the original series where he found it so that I could... research. Let's call it that.

I saw a possibility there. I thought of a place to put it. This is a one-shot for the moment, until life gives me time to do more. If I get a good response here that might be sooner than otherwise. Those of you who enjoyed my take on JRParz's Master PC Universe? Well, you might recognize a couple of places or names on occasion here. Welcome to Affection Multiplier App: All The World!

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Chapter 1: There's an App For That

"So you're telling me that you have an app pulled up? One that I can't see despite you holding your screen towards me?"

"Yes."

"And that it just appeared on your phone yesterday morning, without you having ever downloaded it?"

"Uh-huh."

"And it tells you, explicitly, that your now-ex boss actually does hate you enough to actively interfere with your job search, that your parents have no real conviction about you anymore, and that my emotions and libido have cooled off about our relationship?"

"That's exactly it. You always wanted me to be honest about things, Diane. No matter how crazy it may be. As soon as I figured out it wasn't a hallucination, virus, or trick, here we are."

There was silence at the table as the pretty blonde took in her boyfriend's words. My words. I had never in our two-year relationship lied to her. Not once. It was something that had endeared her towards me, and why she was willing to move in six months ago. Even if she had obviously been kind of regretting it recently, with my job and family stress cutting into our time and enjoyment. Heck, I knew I'd been spiraling for a bit, and two days ago I'd have understood entirely if she wanted to reenter the dating pool.

That was the rub. It seemed accurate, and I was honest. But seriously? An app that let you see numerical measures of people's Affection, Love, and Lust? One that promised to multiply all positive interactions by five (whatever that meant)? It was impossible! But yet, here it was. She had always been almost supernaturally good at reading people, she could see me tap and swipe the phone commands and look at specific points as I read things.

She suddenly breathed out sharply. Diane's little sign that she'd finished thinking through it. "Jack... okay. It seems crazy, but you seem convinced. We have enough saved up, I think, plus my job... we can let it ride for a bit and see where this goes. Worst case, you get a break and get back to the search. One angry boss can't lock out every Human Resources position in town."

"Thanks, love. That said? Some cuddles on the couch are what this day really needs. Deal?"

"Deal."

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One week. Less than one week was all it took. It was amazingly soothing to just be the House Boyfriend for a while, not going to lie. Taking a break from having to deal with irate workers and more-irate bosses, even if this one was forced. Getting to let a show play as I cleaned up and caught up with all the little chores I'd been letting fall by the wayside. In two days, the apartment was spotless. By day three, I was greeting Diane with a hot meal when she got home from her secretary job. Perhaps not the best soup ever made, but it was at least decent.

By day five, not only was the place spotless but I was finding myself at loose ends. I took a walk to the corner store for some ingredients. It gave me an opportunity to see what other people generally thought of me, as well. Some folks I didn't interact with all that often, but who weren't former coworkers. Something to compare to Diane's steadily-increasing scores. It was an odd thing, the regular clerk had an Affection score towards me at 22. Positive, at least. Unlike Diane, he had neither Love nor Lust showing no matter how low they might be. The App said those only popped up when they were relevant. The Indian girl selling spices at the World Market was at a whopping five, which at least was better than zero.

The curry that I made that evening was a much better attempt at things, and the massage I gave Diane was apparently one of the better ones I've ever done. She ended up rolling over, pulling off her pants, and silently spreading her legs in a sign that was rather unmistakable. We hadn't had sex in weeks, but I remembered what to do. It was easier to remember when, as soon as I started, she hooked her legs around me and pulled me as deeply into her as I could go.

Ah, so it was going to be one of THOSE evenings.

She wasn't interested in gentleness today. This time, she was demanding I deliver her to pound town. My dick was... well, I like to think a BIT above average, but far from porn star level. She was soaking wet and practically begging me to do it, so I really put my back into it. Every thrust went deep, pressing in until I could feel myself bottoming out in her. Until I could see her pert breasts jiggle with every push. Until the sweat was dripping down both of our bodies, and her panting breaths turned into moans of pleasure.

Her voice was desperate with need. "Cum for me, babe. Paint my insides white! Do it!"

I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. As her orgasm began, I joined her. Shot after shot of cum straight into her body, on and on in the biggest one I'd had in a long time. It had been too long since we had been together like this. I was backed up in a severe way, and as I came down off of my high I found that I was still rock-hard inside of her.

I bent down and sucked on one of her sensitive nipples, reveling in her gasp of shock as I began moving within her once more. I could feel everything in sharp detail, the pleasure bordering on pain in my post-orgasm sensitivity. I knew from experience that she often felt the same way, but this time she got right back into it. Rolling over onto her hands and knees without ever letting me out of her, changing how we joined together until I was pounding her from the back. Her moans turned into small, sharp yelps of ecstacy. My hands came to those sensitive nipples as I pushed forcefully into her, overwhelming her with sensation. It was not a trick I did too often, but it pushed her directly back over the line into a second sharp orgasm of her own. My second one came a few moments later, smaller than my first perhaps but definitely still there.

As we rolled over and passed out, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, I could swear I heard my phone buzz. Ah well, it would keep for tomorrow.

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"You're telling me it

changed

?"

"Yeah, it told me that all three of your scores were maxed out at the same time, so now I have access to points and bonuses on anyone I can see a status on, plus myself. I get fifty points whenever anyone hits 50 or 100 in any category for the first time, and each has their own pool. Looks like it corresponds? Affection looks like it gives social and personal stuff, Lust gives sexual things, and Love gives romantic boosts."

She was silent for a moment. "Did you get points from me unlocking it?"

I nodded. "You got it in one. I have a hundred to spend in each category, but a lot of them are more expensive than that. Some only take a few points. Looks like ten Sexual points to become a great kisser?"

"Okay, then. The way I see it, we can do this in one of two ways to see how it works." She actually walked over to the fridge and pulled off a sheet from the grocery pad we kept there, digging in a drawer for a pencil. "We either start with something small, but that risks it not being noticeable, or we start with something as big as you can afford with those points to see what kind of splash it makes."

"Is it bad that I want to grab a big sexual superpower? Seems like a dream."

She laughed with me, that slow Saturday morning. "Okay, you know what? That sounds like it might be fun for me, too. Especially if it means you can do things like last night more often. So, tell you what. Start reading off stuff that costs, oh, eighty or more points in that sexual category? You mentioned that's the one where scores jump around a lot, so they should be easy to regain. We can decide on one and you give it a test drive to see how it all works." She brought the pencil to pad, sketching out a chart to take notes.

"I definitely like the way you think, love. Let's see... Porn Proportions is exactly eighty, but that seems too obvious." She seemed slightly disappointed by this, but let it slide. "Geyser makes me cum ten times as much, Magic Hands makes me amazing at massages... and theoretically also other uses of my hands. Sex Is Love makes any positive sexual encounter I participate in be taken as acts of love and affection as well..."

"WAIT! Hold on a sec. You're as big an RPG nerd as I am, I know you can see how THAT breaks the system open."

I thought on it for about one standard action before realizing what she meant. "Sex is cheap. The Lust score dances around a lot. If I make that boost the others, it's a self-contained points farm!"

"... tell you what, Jack. I'm curious if it will work, too, and I think I know just how to test it. Remember Shara?"

Remember was one word for it. Shara was a man eater and gold digger, but her body made people want to pay her to get eaten. "... yes."

Diane laughed out loud. "Oh, no need to be scared! I know what her body does to people. Heck, I'd probably be bi for her. I

know

you want to go a round or two with her in the sack, don't lie."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Like I said, I'm not mad... but yes. Shall we make a deal?"

Those were dangerous words, but given the lead up there was a LOT of potential to be had. "Got me curious, fire away."

"I want you to buy that ability. I want you to then take Shara on as wild a romp as you possibly can, and see how her points are doing afterwards. If this works like I think it will? I want you to keep doing it, as long as you spend at least a third of the points you earn on me."

Have you ever heard a statement so outside of what you expect that your brain just refuses to calculate what it means? I heard the words, and could tell that they each individually meant things, but being put in that order was a lot like saying that gravity tasted purple.

"Are you telling me..."

"Yes. Yes I am!" Her entire demeanor shifted. Her legs spread wider on the bed, her eyes wide and dilated, her breaths deep, a familiar musky scent in the air. "I've never cared if you slept around, Jack, not as long as you came back to me. Use the tricks you learn to rock my world. You just never broached the subject." THAT was unexpected. She'd never once indicated before that I could go out and find others, not that I really had a hope for it. "Now? Now it goes way past that. You're telling me you can turn me from being kind of pretty all the way into being a sexual

goddess

on top of all the stuff you buy for yourself, which I get to enjoy? And I get to go watch people just be jealous of me for getting to you first?"

She resolutely took her shirt off, braless since we weren't heading out. "Now buy that ability, get over here, and

do me

so that I can show you how much I approve of the idea!"

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It was about 36 hours later that I found myself staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. Was I really doing this? Well, too late to back out now. I glanced at my phone. Shara Johnson. The lady presently sitting at the kitchen table with my girlfriend, knowing full well what the intended end of the night was. Already at 45 Lust, more than some married couples. Sitting at 20 Affection, no Love score showing. The girl was just horny.

In the last day, I hadn't perceived one single scrap of hesitation or regret in Diane. Heck, I'd been in the room when she called our now-guest. I'd heard Shara ask my girlfriend how many carats the bribe was to get her to make that call. The laughs on both sides of the call when Diane responded that she was testing me, making sure I'd come back to her after that. When Shara's voice got an unbelievably sultry tone, promising to test me just as hard as she could.

I stepped out of the bathroom, coming to the kitchen to grab a couple of plates of stir fry to bring to the table. And... there she was. Shara knew what she had. People had been lusting after her since her sophomore year of High School, and it was very easy to see why. Her skin was very dark, her body was firm and toned from long and precisely-calculated hours at the gym and the pool, her behind the juicy result of more squats than most people would ever do in their life. Her face was smooth and heart-shaped, her long hair straight and her lashes long. And then... there were her boobs.

People had tried to describe them respectfully for a long time. Largely, people had failed. They were enormous, firm enough to ride high and round but jiggly enough to show that they were quite real. The form-fitting white dress she wore pushed them into cleavage that looked like the Grand Canyon, unrestrained by any attempt at an actual bra. It also showed off her abs, the sides a mesh that let me see her skin all the way from her sideboob down to her legs. It stopped almost exactly halfway down her thighs, and I could plainly see there was no underwear there either.

On autopilot, I managed to go back to the kitchen to grab my own plate and join the ladies for dinner. In contrast with Shara's... well, her

existence

... the conversation was jarringly normal. How Diane's job was going, how I was doing on my little break, Shara's studies as she wanted to go be a nurse. Bits of gossip about some celebrities and some local names around the city we lived in. The local tech billionaire was buying his fourth adjacent high-rise building for his company, some local police caught up in a scandal. Eventually, though, the conversation faded a bit.

"So, Diane. He cooks, too? This was all him?"

"I know, right? Almost never got to while he was working at the old place, but give him a few days off and he's doing this!"

"Sexy. I like it." The look on Shara's face was... predatory, if I had to pick one word for it. "So, now. Jack. Do you know why I'm here? Do you know what I'm here for?"

"Of course. Can't say I expected the... opportunity, I should call it. She seems enthusiastic about it, at least, and so am I." Diane and I looked at each other then, still seeing nothing but approval.

"Then this part will be quick. I've wanted to get you in bed for a while now. Word is you're sized to impress and know how to use it, and you're keeping my girl here comfy. I know you're clean, and I'm on the pill, so here's what's coming. You are going to lead me to your bedroom, we're getting naked, and I want you to fill me up from every angle you can manage. Bonus blowjob in the morning if I have to sleep here tonight."

Yikes, if I'd have known she would be like this and that Diane would have given the thumbs up, I'd have called her a long time ago. Even knowing it was coming, that sent my heart rate skyrocketing. I stood, slowly. I hope in a way that made me seem more confident than I was. "That sounds incredible to me. Diane?"

"Have fun, Jack. I want to hear her scream from the living room." No matter how much I knew it's what she wanted, that would take some getting used to.

I offered Shara my hand to help her stand from the table, led her to the bedroom. To the bed. She was taking off that dress, and as it came off her body was on full display. The smooth power of her abs, the rising swell of her breasts. I could smell it, she wanted me almost as badly as I wanted her, and as my own shirt was coming off I could feel her hands undoing my belt. My pants out of the way, she pushed me to sit on the bed, on her knees before me, enveloping my rising hardness between those deadly boobs. I went from "rising" to "painfully hard" in moments, and she immediately dove in to swallow me down and begin an eager blowjob the likes of which I'd never gotten in my life.

On the one hand? I wanted this to continue with nearly every fiber of my being. On the other? I was supposed to be rocking HER world, not the other way around. Victory blowjobs could wait for the morning. My hands came to her head, weaving into the hair at the back of her head as she enthusiastically blew me. With some regret, I gently pulled her back off of me, the sudden shock of air helping bring my balls back under control, and guided her upwards. With a smile of her own, she rubbed those boobs along my entire body as her mouth came up to mine.

The feel of Shara's lips and tongue on mine was nearly as electric as the blowjob she'd given me, my hands guiding her pliant body to the bed beside me, then down onto her back. My pale skin stood out sharply against the darkness of her own as I slowly and gently spread her legs, as I entered her. We both gasped in pleasure at the feel of me inside of her as I pressed down onto her. I realized very quickly why this woman loved sex so much. Simply put, she was reacting well to almost literally everything I did. Everything seemed to feel good to her. Squeezing her butt? Sure. Pinching and sucking on those delicious nipples? Awesome. Reaching down to play with her clit as I gently pushed into her? Her back arched in pleasure as she came for the first time that evening, her body feeling like it didn't want to let go of mine.

I thought I might get away with continuing all of that, but then she looked me in the eye and demanded "harder!" Well, if she's gonna be like THAT, who was I to object? My caresses turned into hard grasps, controlling her body more forcefully. My hand at her throat held nearly tightly enough to restrict her air as my smooth thrusts turned to pounding pressure. Her bountiful breasts bounced wildly until she came for a second time. This time, I joined her, unable to hold on to my own despite all I could do.

I could feel it, though. I would be ready for round two in a bit, but what I didn't want was for her to rest. I leaned down to whisper into her ear. "You didn't think I was done, did you?" Her eyes widened a bit, and she silently shook her head no. "Good. I've taken enough of a breath, let's continue."

My hunch was right. As soon as my hands came back to her head, she followed where I was guiding. My cock was still slick with her juices, but without hesitation she took it back into her mouth with a blissful look on her face and got back to sucking. While I wasn't quite back to full hardness, I enjoyed both the sensations of her ministrations along with the opportunity to take a breath... but by the same token, I reached over and kept gently playing with her body. Her nipples and clit were just as responsive under my fingers as before. As her own arousal was building higher and higher, she blew me more and more enthusiastically, until I felt myself cross the point of no return. With a heroic effort of will, I held my own orgasm as I assaulted her pleasure centers, and as I began to shoot my second load down her throat she also came screaming, muffled by my cock.

It wouldn't be her last one of the night, not even close. Diane eventually came to join us as we were winding down. My third orgasm would come in the morning after the three of us slept on that bed together. I awoke to her sucking me off again, before she put her dress back on and left to go home and get ready for her day at nursing school.

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"Way to go, Justin! Knew I could count on you to rock her world, she says most of the people she sleeps with last about a minute and a half before shooting off and falling asleep."