Chapter 2: Building Tension
The next two days were astonishing for Emily. While he slept she looked up Jack's background. He was a union electrician, veteran, and qusai-feminist. He had lost his last girlfriend about a year ago and had decided that he was going to get back into the market, regardless of the danger. If he waited he'd sequester himself away and never come out again. She became choked up at that revelation.
He had sleep for a long time, which made sense. When he woke he made Emily Breakfast, a simple gesture of thank you. After a quiet morning while Jack gathered his mind, he gave a short interview about what he felt and what he went through, interspersed with sobs and crying. She had about 5 minutes of useful information after a 3 hour long interview, but it was something, and Jack was trying to recover. After the interview, he moved about her apartment, she didn't really pay attention to what he was doing, Focusing on writing up her article, until she noticed the omni present drip of water that had came with the broken sink had stopped.
She went to investigate and noticed a bunch of things. despite of it being summer, the room was cooler, her barely working AC now humming along happily. the drip was gone, the lights were brighter, and some of the broken paneling on the wall had been reattached and carved to look better. When she found jack he was testing the cupboard doors to see if they squeaked.
"What are you doing?" Emily asked, fairly confident she knew.
Jack paused, deep in thought. His brow creased as he tried to gather his words. Finally, he spoke.
"I don't know," he admitted. "It just felt like something I needed to do. Like a compulsion, almost. It's like my body took over and just started fixing things without me even thinking about it."
Emily listened intently, fascinated by this unexpected development. She watched as Jack's hand moved across the furniture, smoothing out wrinkles and tightening loose screws. His clawed hands made the work all the more impressive
"You're re-establishing you masculinity." She said plainly
"Huh?" Jack replied
"You were violated and felt like a core part of you had been destroyed, now you are trying to reassert control by taking simple tasks and making short work of them." She said, running her hand over the lovingly carved paneling. It was beautiful, and she felt more aroused by him now than she did before.
"Well, maybe. Do you want me to stop? I mean I should have ask-"
"No! No. You keep at it, it's therapeutic for you." Emily said, not wanting him to know that she really wanted the fixes that were happening, and he was doing it for free.
She watched him for a while as he worked his magic on her living space. He fixed her wobbly table legs so that they stood tall and proud once more, sanded down the rough edges of her coffee table until it gleamed like polished wood. Every stroke of his hand seemed to resonate through her body, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins.
Emily felt herself growing wetter with each passing minute, her pussy dripping with anticipation as she contemplated what might happen next. She had to turn away.
The sight of Jack's massive, powerful form working tirelessly to repair her home sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her breathless and aching for more. His belly had shrunk significantly going from a mobility hampering balloon to a much preferred, soft warm pot belly.
He cleaned the apartment too, and he also started to cook her dinner. Emily was stunned. He was doing this all of his own accord, and wanted nothing in return. She loved it. That night, Jack returned to the couch, which he had marked to repair the next day, and fell asleep.
Emily looked over him, really wanting to touch him and cuddle with him, but knew better. He was suffering from a traumatic event and was still vulnerable. She picked up her keys, locked her door and left to find the witch coven.
The closer she got to their hideout, the stronger the potion's scent grew. Her stomach churned with anxiety, but she steeled herself and pushed forward.
Finally, she arrived at the alleyway where the witches held court. Three women sat at a table in the center of the alley, sipping tea and discussing plans. They turned as she entered, their eyes glinting with malice.
Amelia stepped forward, her green eyes flashing with anger. "Well, well, well," she purred.
"Welcome back, You sleep well? You get our good sides for your article?" Lily giggled.
"Oh, don't worry sweetheart. You'll be able to use him for whatever sick little fantasy you have brewing in that perverted mind of yours soon enough."
Sophia rolled her eyes. "You're such a brat, Lily. Can't we just enjoy watching him squirm for a bit first?"
Lily grinned mischievously. "Of course! But remember ladies, it's always best to give the people what they want."
They all laughed together, a sickening cackle that echoed off the walls of the alleyway.
Emily felt her stomach churn with revulsion, but she refused to show any weakness. Instead, she stood tall and faced them squarely.
"Hey, where's our troll?" Amelia asked, he smile fading
"Jack is safe, he's started on the road to recovery by reasserting himself as a mechanical-" Emily started before Sophia snorted and cut her off.
"You mean, you abducted him back to your place, where he started fixing things in order to seem like he has his humanity, and you let him because it benefits you." Sophia replied coldly.
"No! It's not like that, I didn't ask him to do anything, he just did it"
"Oh, so you're using the broken man as your own personal handy man to make your life better. Cute, honestly, but the only real difference between Lily using him for sex and you using him to fix your apartment is that you're personal benefits will last a lot longer." Sophia chucked.
"Re-ow, Sophia. Tell her how you really feel." Amelia said with a smile.
"Yes, yes, we get it already. But you forgot one thing." Emily said calmly.
"And what would that be, dear?" Lily drawled.
"You used him once, now I am going to use him too. And when I am done with him, you won't be able to play with him, no matter how many times you go at it. He's mine now, and if he's like I think he is, I'll make him my husband someday."
The three witches stared at her in shock.
For a moment, the alleyway was silent, save for the sound of their hearts racing in their chests. Then, Amelia burst into laughter.
"Bravo, Emily!" she cried. "You've managed to outdo us all! This is quite possibly the most delicious revenge we've ever seen! We bow to you, oh queen of passive aggressiveness!"
Lily nodded in agreement. "This is going to be much more fun than I originally thought. I may even join in myself!"
"At least we're having fun," Lily retorted, rolling her eyes.
"Fun? Is that what you call it?" Sophia snorted derisively. "I suppose it's fine for you, Lily. You can afford to waste your time playing games with these men.
They're beneath you."
Amelia shook her head, her expression pitying. "A shame, really. Once upon a time, I could appreciate someone who wasn't afraid to take charge. But now..." She trailed off with a shrug.
"Now you're just an entitled bitch who thinks she can control the world around her."
Lily chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "Ooh, burn! You're starting to grow on me, Emily. Using Jack as your puppet is a bold move, but it just might work. Keep it up, and who knows? Maybe we'll let you join our little club after all." Amelia smiled, her voice deceptively sweet.
But inside, Emily seethed with anger. How dare they assume they could control her! She was determined to prove them wrong - and what better way to do that than by showing them exactly what she could do with Jack?
"But, it doesn't matter, Jack's nobody. You can keep your damaged Mr. Fixit troll. We've got bigger plans" Amelia replied. Sipping her tea.
Emily listened to the witches speak, she realized that the potion didn't just turned men into trolls, it had actually given the witches immortality, the power to never age beyond their prime. The drink allowed them to live forever, in a perpetual state of youth and beauty.
They had a big plan: at an upcoming stockholder meeting for a large corporation, they were going to turn all the men in meeting into big, tubby trolls in front of everyone.
Their goal was to bring chaos and disrupt the system that kept them oppressed and miserable. They laughed as they plotted their latest scheme, clearly relishing the thought of causing yet another spectacle that would put them back in the spotlight.
Emily listened to their conversation, her heart racing with fear and excitement. If they succeeded, countless lives would be ruined – including Jack's. She couldn't let that happen. But how could she stop them?
As if reading her mind, Amelia turned to face her. "You don't have to worry about us, dear. We won't interfere with your little pet project. Or maybe projects, You can have Jack and write your little article." Amelia said coolly.
"Thank you." Emily replied, her tone dry.
"It's a perfect plan. Just tell me how to help".
Lily raised an eyebrow. "Help?" she repeated skeptically. "Is that what you're calling it nowadays?"
Amelia chuckled. "See, Lily? Even Emily knows she's just a pawn in our game."
"Not anymore," Emily countered firmly. "I want to be a part of this."
The witches exchanged glances, surprised by Emily's sudden change of heart. After a moment, Amelia shrugged.
"Why?" Sophia asked, her eyebrow raised.
Emily took a deep breath. "Look, Jack is a good man, I figured that even before you hurt him. He'll recover though, and with love and guidance live a good happy life as, if not mine, some other woman's happy little house troll. The men of which you speak, they aren't they are not good men. They are the robber barons and oppressive CEOs that rape and pillage our communities to fill their pockets with bloody coin. I don't feel bad for them"
Emily said passionately.
The witches exchanged glances again. Clearly, they hadn't expected Emily to be so invested in their cause.
"Fine," Amelia said eventually. "We accept your offer. Welcome to our little club, Emily."
She extended her hand, and Emily hesitated for a moment before taking it. As their hands touched, something electrifying passed between them. Emily gasped, feeling a jolt of energy shoot through her body.
"What was that?" she demanded, looking up at Amelia in alarm.
"Don't worry, dear," Amelia replied soothingly. "It's just a small price to pay for joining our ranks. Soon, you'll see things differently. Your perspective will shift, and you'll understand why we do what we do."
Emily frowned, unsure whether to believe her or not. She was nervous, excited - and a little terrified. What if she couldn't handle it? What if she failed? But then, she remembered Jack and the others who had been harmed by the witches.
Her resolve hardened once more. No matter what it took, she would ensure that justice was served. With that thought in mind, she turned to face the witches once more.
"Fine," she said, her voice steelier than before. "I'm in. Let's do this."
Amelia smiled, pleased by Emily's sudden enthusiasm. "Excellent," she replied. "Then come with us, dear. There's still much to teach you before our grand debut."
Lily scoffed. "Just what we need, another student.
The stockholders' meeting is full of wealthy, powerful men who think they're untouchable. They'll never see us coming until it's too late." Lily grinned maliciously.
Sophia nodded in agreement. "That's right. When we turn those arrogant bastards into trolls, they'll wish they'd never crossed paths with us. They'll learn not to mess with women like us."
Amelia sighed contentedly. "Ah, it's such a delightful feeling to be in control.
Don't you agree, girls?" Amelia purred, gazing out at the city skyline. Her expression was one of pure bliss.
Lily nodded eagerly. "Absolutely! To know that we hold the fate of these pathetic men in our hands... it's exhilarating."
Sophia smirked. "Of course, there's nothing more satisfying than watching a powerful man fall apart at our feet.
Especially when he believes himself untouchable." Lily added, her green eyes gleaming with mischief.
Sophia nodded in agreement. "We should make examples of them. Show the world that even those who seem unstoppable can be brought low by the hands of a skilled sorceress."
Amelia smiled, pleased by her companions' enthusiasm. "Perfect! Now, let's begin planning our attack. We'll need to choose our targets carefully, ensuring maximum impact."
As they spoke, Emily watched the witches intently. The image of a hundred wealth, powerful men turned into fat ass trolls, as they desperately climbed over themselves trying to escape only to clog and plug the doors filled her with joy, the idea of rubbing the helpless troll millionaires bellies as they ballooned up gave her a quick sexual chill. She wanted to see that. She NEEDED to see that.
Emily had always hated rich people; they flaunted their wealth like it meant something, while the rest of the world struggled to survive. It made her blood boil seeing them strut around like they owned the place. And now here she was, sitting across from three women who shared her hatred for those arrogant pricks. The thrill of getting even with them coursed through her veins like a drug. It felt GOOD to finally be able to fight back against the injustices of the world.
Emily had always felt powerless, unable to effect any real change. But now, with the witches by her side, she knew that anything was possible. The mere thought of turning those pompous men into grotesque trolls sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She longed to see the look on their faces as they transformed before their peers, reduced to mere laughter stock. It was almost enough to make her forget about Jack entirely. Almost.
The witches spent hours poring over lists of potential targets, debating which men would make the best trolls.
They discussed strategies for ensuring that their plan went off without a hitch, discussing everything from transportation methods to diversion tactics. Emily listened intently, eager to learn everything she could about the art of sorcery. She longed to become as powerful as these women, to possess the ability to shape the world around her.
Amelia was particularly focused on choosing the right moment to strike. "Timing is everything," she murmured under her breath. "We must ensure that our enemies are most vulnerable.
We cannot afford mistakes, not this time." Amelia cautioned gravely. "We must choose our moments wisely."
Lily chimed in, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "What about during their annual charity ball? All the wealthiest philanthropists will be gathered together under one roof, easy pickings!"
Sophia agreed. "Yes, and we could use their own pomposity against them.
Tell them they've been invited to a special demonstration of our work, something no one has ever seen before. They'll be eager to witness it, thinking it will impress their friends and clients. Little do they know..." Amelia's voice trailed off, her eyes glinting with amusement.
Lily grinned wickedly. "And then, when they arrive, we spring our trap. Turn them all into trolls before their very eyes! Oh, it will be magnificent!"
Sophia shook her head, laughing. "I can already imagine the chaos.
Their pampered lives thrown into disarray as they struggle to comprehend what's happening to them. Their once-proud faces contorted with fear and confusion as they realize that they're no longer untouchable." Lily said, her voice dripping with malice.
Amelia nodded approvingly. "Indeed. That's exactly the reaction we want to provoke. We want them to suffer for their arrogance and hubris."
Sophia chimed in, her eyes alight with excitement. "And think of the press coverage! Can you imagine the headlines?
'Titans of Industry Reduced to Grotesque Trolls!' they'll shout. 'The Witches Who Humbled the Rich and Powerful!' The news cameras will be everywhere, capturing every moment of our triumph. It will be a spectacle unlike anything anyone has ever seen before.
Amelia's voice was like music to Emily's ears. In her former life, she had dreamed of being a journalist herself, but now, she realized that she preferred a different kind of truth-telling altogether.
Watching the witches turn those arrogant, powerful men into trolls gave her a sense of satisfaction she had never known before. For years, she had struggled to be heard, to make a difference in the world. But now, with the witches by her side, she felt like she could finally achieve something meaningful.
As they continued to plan their attack, Emily found herself growing increasingly confident. She loved the way the witches talked about their victims, relishing in the thought of reducing them to grotesque trolls.
It was almost as if they were artists, creating masterpieces out of their enemies. Emily couldn't help but admire their zeal for revenge. It reminded her of how she used to feel when she first started reporting on corrupt politicians and greedy businessmen. Back then, she had been driven by a desire to expose the truth and bring wrongdoers to justice. But somewhere along the way, the fire had gone out. The system seemed too vast, too powerful to take down. And yet, here she was, sitting beside women who seemed capable of anything.
It was both exhilarating and terrifying, knowing that she was now part of their world. Still, she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins whenever she thought about turning those arrogant men into trolls. It felt like justice at last, a chance to balance the scales after years of suffering at the hands of the rich and powerful.
They Discussed their plans, and after several hours, she decided it was time to return home.
She loved the way the witches talked about their victims, relishing in the thought of reducing them to grotesque trolls.