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.