The next morning stated so normally that Locke almost thought he'd dreamed the insane events of the previous day. At least until he sat up and realized how much smaller the world around him was.
Habit was hard to break, and even knowing the insanity that was on it, he picked up his phone and browsed through it to start his day.
Two of them jumped out at once. Grace had, that morning, sent him a picture of herself masturbating with the upstairs showerhead. And he finally got his image of Lucy, done up in the bondage gear he'd requested from the queen of darkness herself.
The group text he was on with the goddesses also appeared to have gotten lively, but before he could check it, the door to his bedroom opened and Alice slipped in.
"Good morning master," She greeted.
Her outfit today was a slinky black dress with a built in corset that hefted up her huge tits. There was an apron sewn onto the front of it, and she'd replaced her dark leggings with fishnet ones. It was still startling to see the gorgeous creature he'd turned his oldest friend into.
Drowsiness started getting washed away with a surge of adrenaline as his heart started racing.
"Morning, Alice."
It'd been real. Not some crazy dream. It really should have been a crazy dream, because not a lick of it made sense, but no. There she was, standing in front of him like sex on legs. He felt an urge to tell her to suck his cock. An urge to stay in bed all day having his best friend suck his cock.
But there was school today, and for some bizarre reason, the fate of the world hinged on him not skipping. And given he always rushed things every morning, he didn't have time for the temptation. Right now, he needed to get a shower and some breakfast if he was to face the day properly.
As he got out of bed and headed to the doorway though, he did take the time to kiss Alice, squeezing her big ass as he pulled her close, morning wood aching. He just couldn't leave her completely alone. Breaking the kiss, he apologized, "Sorry for the morning breath."
"It's fine, Master. Do you need help washing yourself?"
Locke's nostrils flared and his eyes widened, but he turned her down. "Not this time."
"Very well, Master. I'll begin preparing your breakfast then."
Alice gave him a kiss on the cheek and he watched her walk away, eyes locked to her shapely legs. It took him a few seconds after that before he headed to the bathroom for a shower, whistling a tune.
Not even the chilly stream of water from Grace once more using up all the hot water could dampen his mood. He wondered if she'd been masturbating in here all the time even before that change, her 'slut phase'. It'd explain the long showers.
After the shower, toweling off, and getting dressed, he was lured downstairs by the smell of bacon--having a maid was so nice.
"Mornin', everyone," Locke said as he dropped himself into his seat. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?"
"The weather is certainly nice," His mother agreed.
It was a rare morning when all members of the family were sitting at breakfast together. Normally his father was working by now, and his Mom frantically trying to throw breakfast together.
But the addition of Alice as the help seemed to free everyone else up, and she ran between them serving coffee and food in equal measure.
"God, these eggs are amazing," Grace said.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Gloria said, exasperated with her daughter as ever.
"I'm a little jealous of you guys going to school," Grace said. "Days like this...I dunno, almost makes me miss the place."
"How's your slut phase going?" Mark asked. "If you feel like fucking some random guy today, you know you can come see me."
"Ugh, phrasing," Grace grimaced.
It was weird, and indelicate. But Locke could tell that Mark's concern for his sister seemed genuine.
Locke chuckled. On the way home, the idea that the world's female population had suddenly been given something as bizarre as a "slut phase" had freaked him out and made his stomach clench with guilt. But after a night to sleep on it, he was feeling less bad about it. It certainly didn't seem to be the end of the world or anything. Grace still seemed like the same person as before, and slut phases didn't seem to be stressing the affected women out.
Besides, things might get a little silly these next few weeks, but he doubted any of the goddesses wanted to get the world too out of sorts.
"Grace told me she's got a way of handling it, and it seems to be working so far," Locke said, sharing a look and a smile with his sister. The collection of dirty photos on his phone was funny, with a bit of perspective. Golden child Grace, who couldn't resist sexting with her little brother.
Grace, typically shameless, had a blush creep up her neck and into her cheeks, but said nothing.
"Well, whatever works. The clinic is always open," Mark said.
"Can we not discuss this at the breakfast table?" Gloria asked.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of Mom. I'm sure you had a slut phase, too," Mark chided gently.
It was weird seeing his meathead brother so invested in his new career. Gloria blushed deeply, Stan gave his son a look.
"We don't need to talk about that ever again," He said sternly.
It all felt so normal, but even after one day, the conversation around his family breakfast table had become strange and dirty.
"Master, is there anything I can get you?" Alice asked from behind him, her huge breasts pressing against his chest as she leaned forward to pour him a glass of milk.
"Some more orange juice would be good," Locke said, holding the empty glass up for Alice to take.
"Of course, Master. Sorry for not doing it sooner," Alice said, taking the glass from him to fetch his refill.
"Oh, Alice, you're spoiling the boy. How's he ever going to learn to take care of himself if you do everything for him?" Gloria said with just a hint of worry in her voice.
"Master doesn't need to take care of himself. He has far more important things to worry about. And besides, I'll never leave his side," Alice replied with a smile on her face while she poured the orange juice.
"Lucky bas... guy," Mark chided, casting a glance towards his mother as he almost slipped with the no cursing at the table rule. "Sure wish I had a girl like that waiting on me hand and foot. But enjoy it while you can, bro. Slut Phase like hers probably won't even last two years."
"I'm just happy I could help," Locke shrugged. Alice's transformation into his personal maid being retconned into an atypical presentation of a Slut Phase did make them stand out less, at least.
"Even so, Locke," His father gave him a stern stare. "You heard the woman. She's expecting things from you. Don't betray those expectations."
"Uh, yes, sir. Got it." Locke had vague memories of his father sitting him down when Alice moved in, saying that it was a great responsibility. Like getting a new puppy multiplied by ten. Well... by three, at least.
"Right now, the responsibility you need to concern yourself with is getting to school on time," Gloria said, standing up.
She and Alice haggled over the dishes for a moment, with Gloria insisting that she take care of them so that they could collectively get to school. As usual, Grace drove them. He couldn't help but notice that the denim hotpants and crop-top she wore were racy even by Grace standards.
Alice and Locke found Yuna waiting for them at the school entrance. Seeing her was at once a reminder of the friend he'd lost and the extremely hot one he'd gained. She waved enthusiastically and headed toward them as they pulled up.
"Later, Grace," Locke said as he hopped out.
"Seeya. Gonna check out the mall. This time of day is perfect for sneaking in some topless videos riding the escalators," Grace said before driving off.
Locke supposed he had something to "look forward" to showing up on his phone later today. With a shake of his head and a smile, he turned to his genderbent friend, "Mornin', Yuna."
"Good morning! You're looking chipper today, huh?" she gave him a light elbow to the ribs. "And here I was worried you'd be buckling under all that pressure you're under."
"Yeah, it's a lot of pressure, but... the way I'm looking at it now, these girls might be a little screwy in the head, but it's not like they'll do anything to upset me on purpose," Locke said as they walked out of the parking lot, Alice keeping a respectful three steps behind, looking a little silly with her pink backpack clashing with the maid uniform. "And I'd say that all three of us have come out ahead so far."
He was hot. Sun/Yuna was hot (not that he'd been bad looking before). And Alice... well, she was the hottest person he could imagine, and she seemed happy in her new role.
"So far," Yuna agreed, "Although I do worry about them."
She looked toward the building.
"By the way," she said, dropping her voice. "They're in the history classroom. I think they're waiting on you. Wanna come find me when you're done in there?"
Today, Yuna's look was a bit more scene girl. She wore a cropped black band shirt that left her waist exposed, red suspenders hooked into a studded belt wrapped around a pleated denim miniskirt that must have made her mother furious. Her long legs were clad in a pair of striped socks up to the knee, and her long black hair was done up in pigtails. It was a provocative look, and one that made remembering what Sun used to look like a lot more difficult.
"Master, should I come too?" Alice asked.
She didn't tend to get very far from him anymore, but how much did he really want to expose her to the goddesses given the damage they were capable of causing?
"Nah, you two have got classes of your own to worry about. And Alice, at school, you're a student first and a maid second," Locke said with a squeeze of her shoulder. Maybe just a quick trip to the bathroom to...
"Thank you, master," Alice said, placing her hands on his shoulders to kiss him on the cheek before he left. She seemed genuinely grateful to be allowed to be a student as well as a maid.
Clearing his throat, Locke pushed down the urges. "I'll go and see them then, best get it taken care of early. See you guys... girls, later."
As he walked over to meet the goddesses in the classroom, he thought wryly; women sure were lucky having a slut phase of only a few years, while his had been raging on since he turned thirteen.
The girls were waiting for him in the history classroom, all three in their goddess forms. Lucifer sat primly behind a desk, her long red legs crossed beneath a tight leather dress. Chaos' hair hung freely to her waist today, colored blue, purple and green rather than the rainbow styling of the day before. And Jehovah wore a white wispy dress, with side slits that left her long legs exposed. It pressed tight against her breasts, doing little to hide them. A gold necklace dropped down into her expanse of cleavage, and strappy sandals wound up her legs all the way to the thigh.
"Greetings, mortal champion," Jehovah greeted.
