Chapter 3

“Locke, hey, earth to Locke? You look like you saw a ghost.” Yuna asked, leaning towards him.

"Shit, shit," Locke didn’t notice though, and took out his phone and fired off a text to Alice. 

LOCKE: Is a cheerleader with you right now? Goes by Lucy?

No reply came back, which was normal. Alice was proud to be a nerd and wouldn’t answer a text during a lecture. She might even have turned her phone offer. Or Lucy was in the middle of transforming her into some kind of soul-sucking succubus. Locke switched tactics and fired off a text to Chaos this time.

LOCKE: I need to find Alice and/or Lucy, can you help?

It didn’t take long for him to get a response.

CHAOS: sure why not

Locke stared at his phone for a few seconds, but Chaos didn’t continue from there. 

LOCKE: Can you tell me where they are?

CHAOS: don’t see ‘em

CHAOS: remember that hitch?

CHAOS: we can do one thing in the contest, and I already blew my load all over you

CHAOS: but I’m walking around, sticking my head into classes

CHAOS: i’ll let you know if they turn up

CHAOS: oh, but since I can’t use my powers, that means that the game is still going

CHAOS: and that means Lucy hasn’t done anything yet so you’ve still got time

“Locke…?” Yuna asked, concern plain in her voice.

“Not now, Suh… Yuna.” Locke turned away from her. 

Yuna must have not liked that, because she grabbed Locke's wrist and spun him right back around to face her. Given the difference in size between the two (the new Locke had more than a foot on the new Yuna), that should have been impossible. But his surprise left him off guard. 

She stared up at him, a stubborn look of I’ve had enough of your nonsense that he’d seen only a handful of times from Sun. And it was no less effective on her pretty face.

"You're acting very weird," she said. "Come on, dude. You're my best friend. You wanna tell me what's going on here?"

“You wouldn’t understand, it’s…” Locke trailed off, stopping to actually consider it for a moment.

Did he want to explain all this craziness to Yuna? Fate of the world, a trio of unbelievably hot women competing with him as the judge… keeping something like that to himself sounded impossible when he thought about it. And like Yuna had said, they were best friends; a bit of a surprise to Locke, since he’d have assumed Yuna’s best friend would have been Alice.

Except… Yuna wasn’t his best friend. Sun was. And it was his fault that Sun had gotten caught up in all of this insanity. How would Yuna react if she knew that truth? But… didn’t she deserve to know?

“God, would you stop that smoldering look? It’s making me shy, dude,” Yuna said, taking a step back, fingers reaching up to tease her hair. Locke remembered then that Sun/Yuna wasn’t the only one who’d been changed, and maybe Yuna’s transformation might not be such a bad thing. And what good would telling her do?

On the other hand, being able to share the rest? He was dying to talk to someone about it.

"Hrm... fine, alright. Follow me." 

He took Yuna by the hand and led her to the art room. Budget cuts meant that it only had classes in the afternoon and the door was kept locked, but it was old, and you just had to twist the knob a certain way to get it open.

He closed the door behind him, then added a second layer of privacy, going into the supply closet and shutting that door behind them too.

“Oh wow… we’re really doing this, huh? I’m on the pill, but I th-think we should start with, um…some touching first?” Yuna squeaked, her voice at a stage whisper.

“Huh?” Locke.

“What?” Yuna looked at him, just as confused.

“I’m not… that’s not why I brought you in here! I just wanted have some privacy while we talked.” 

“Oh. Ohhh… yeah. Yeah, I mean… urgh…” Yuna covered her face in both hands, leaned back against the wall. “Just forget all that then, would you?”

“Already forgotten,” Locke lied. A hot goth Asian chick had just offered him a handjob. Even if that had been Sun an hour ago, it’d gotten his heart racing a mile a minute. But as much as he wanted to explore it, there was something more important to talk about.

"Do you remember two years ago when you took your mom's car out after dark to go to that concert? We put it into neutral and rolled it out onto the street to be sneaky, and then the headlight shone right into your parent's bedroom."

Yuna blinked. 

"Uhm...yeah," she said. "Mom was mad about the car, but way, way more mad that I was sneaking off with a boy."

She looked confused, and so was he. It was the funhouse mirror version of memory they had together. Typical teen shenanigans. But the memory Yuna had of it gave it an entirely new context. Even so, Locke was convinced that Yuna was still Sun, deep down inside. And Sun had always had the patience of a saint whenever Locke needed someone to talk to.

"It's going to sound crazy, but... okay, this morning I met three girls." 

Locke tried explaining things as best he could. The contest, the changes. He did avoid talking about the whole prom situation and was vague on what the first contest was, not coming close to mentioning what had happened to Yuna, but other than that... everything. 

"I'm sorry. You know I'm like, you're best friend here, but this sounds completely crazy. You get that, right? I'm not saying I don't believe you. Ms. Hym is way too hot to be teaching high school History, and I saw that goth girl you were talking to in the hall before. But....Goddesses, Locke? Control of the world? It's....it's unbelievable!" 

She crossed her arms, looking up at him. Looking down back at her, he was uncomfortably aware of the way it made that tanktop squeeze her chest tighter. It was remarkable now how looking at her eyes and her tits weren't mutually exclusive from this new angle from his growth spurt and her shrinking.

"Yeah. I know. It's real crazy. And since I'm the only one that can notice what's changed... well, there's like a solid chance that maybe I am crazy." There was a fun thought best not to dwell on. “But right now, what matters is that Lucy… Lucifier, the devil? Gah. I think she’s going after Alice and—” 

There was a buzz from Locke’s front pocket. He pulled out his phone and felt his adrenaline surge.

CHAOS: found lucy

CHAOS: she’s in studyhall 

CHAOS: no sign of alice but hard to miss her red ass

CHAOS: especially when half the class is fawning all over her

CHAOS: simps

"Okay, good. We're not too late then." If Jehovah had thought that feminizing his best friend was a reasonable move, he was worried just what Lucifer had planned. And since two of the three variables had already been hit, he had a sinking feeling that Alice was next on the list. 

Locke considered his options. Maybe he should say screw it, barge into Alice's class and princess carry her to safety. Or he could get 'Ms. Ella Hym' to summon Alice via the intercom like she'd done to him. Or… or there really wasn’t time for a plan, Locke decided.

While Yuna waited in the hallway, Locke opened the door to the study hall classroom. He spotted Lucy immediately—the woman was making herself impossible to miss, with half the desks turned around so that people could look at her.

“Really now? None of you have had a threesome yet? That simply won’t do. How about… Locke? Is that you?” Lucy asked with genuine shock, her cool, calculating, and above all, sultry demeanor dropping for just a few seconds. As she looked at him through the crowd, the students between them moved to the side to give her an unobstructed view. “You’re looking… what do you mortals call it these days? Like a snack? No, no. Rizzed! You’re very rizzed, Locke.”

Locke’s mouth fell open, but before answering Lucy he turned over to the teacher in charge.

"Hey, Mrs. Webbing, I need to borrow one of your students. You don't mind, right?" he said to the teacher in charge, a wrinkled, warm science teacher with only three years left until retirement, as she'd often remind them. As he did, he willed that mind control power that Chaos had given him to make sure that she really didn’t mind. He admitted to himself it wasn’t the best use of such a boon, but it was like a loaded gun in his head, and he wanted to get rid of the temptation.

The old bitty looked up at him, eyes fluttering momentarily.

"Of course I don't mind, dear. Do what you have to," she said. 

“Thanks. Hey, Lucy, we need to talk real quick!” 

“Of course, darling. I’ve all the time in the world for you,” Lucy replied with an inviting smile.

"Is this guy bothering you?" One of the guys sitting next to her, a meathead running back named Dwayne, said.

"Shut it," Lucy said, snapping her fingers, and the sound echoed through the whole room, reverberating, a wave of tingles passing through Locke’s body.

The whole room froze but the two of them. Dwayne was frozen with his mouth open and mid-step, and the rest of the class was as still as statues too, not blinking, not breathing. 

Lucy leaned back, crossing her legs as she stared up at him. She took a strand of her dark hair in her fingers, twirling it slightly as she stared up at him.

"There. We can speak in private," she said. "Look at you.....Chaos' work, I'm guessing? This'll be hard to beat. You are gorgeous now."

"Yeah," Locke admitted, taking in the frozen room. Curious, he lifted a sheet of paper from Mrs. Webbing's desk and let it drop; as soon as he released it, the paper was frozen in the air. These women really were unsettlingly powerful. 

"And Jehovah did that to my friend Sun." Locke pointed out the cute Asian bombshell frozen in the hallway. "Completely rewrote her history just to get rid of the competition for me. Which is not what I wanted." 

"Oooh, she's cute," she said, looking at Sun. "I'm glad you hate it, because if you didn't, she'd also be hard to beat."

Locke strode closer to Lucy past the frozen students. "And you're Lucifer. You've got a reputation for monkey paw wishes and, well… evil, so I figured I should get to you now before you do something drastic." 

“Oh, don’t believe everything you read. I’ll be honest with you, Locke, I don’t even care for sodomy most days.” 

“Uh huh,” Locke said. “So... what were you planning on doing for the challenge?"

“I’ve already started. We can only do one thing, and mine is… create your perfect prom date within the blink of an eye. I could probably do just fine improvising, but I really want to win, so I thought I’d get your input on just what perfection is. ” Lucy stood up from her desk. She strode up to Locke, until she was close enough he could feel her bodyheat. She, like Chaos, was much shorter than him now. She laced her fingers back behind her back and thrust her chest out.

"I want to start by letting you know that this isn't me using my power on you," she said. "I'm a Goddess of, among other things, desire. I have a way of innately reading what mortals desire just by proximity. It's pretty cool, but not something I can really turn off, the same way you can’t turn off your sense of smell or hearing. And I think I know something about you that the other two don't."

She turned around her, her large, shapely ass brushing against his cock, and looked up at his two frozen friends. 

"I don't think you really desire Alice at all," she said. "I think you think you do because what you really want is feminine attention. But I'm not convinced you want her specifically."

Locke scratched at his cheek, then let out a light chuckle. "Hah. Yeah. I kind of figured that out already.” 

“...wait, really?” Lucy wasn’t just surprised this time, but looked slightly annoyed. “Did one of others tell you?”

“Not exactly. After the makeover from Chaos, I well, I realized I had options now, I started reconsidering things with Alice. I mean, she's still my oldest friend, but... I dunno, I've never really fantasized about her. More just thought, she was the only one I might have a shot with."

“Teenagers. Honestly,” Lucy gave a shake of her head, but smiled. “Still, excellent news. We’re on the same page then.”

"But personal revelation or no, the challenge is about hooking you two up," she said. "The others are working backwards. Making you more attractive or removing the competition. I want to try something different."

She turned back to fade him, her red eyes boring into his.

"The real heart of this contest isn’t making her fall for you," Lucy said as she leaned in closer, her breasts flattening against his chest as she looked up at him, licking her lips.. "It’s to make her into someone you would fall for. Make her into your fantasy. The perfect outlet for all your wicked desires…”

Locke’s nostrils flared, “I… I don’t…”

Lucy took a step backward, holding up her palms. “Now, now. Before you object, think of what an opportunity this could be! You know what we're capable of. You've seen what Jehovah did to Yuna. But she was acting all on her own I’ll bet. Now that you have some say in it, don't you find that kind of control a little appealing?"

Locke hesitated. "I mean... yeah. I do, but it's not really moral. Changing people without their consent. Treating them like objects. I'm not going to let you..." 

Locke trailed off, remembering what Jehovah had said. The change to Sun could be reversed after the competition. Whatever happened to Alice, that could be changed too. 

So maybe... 

"...do it without her consent. You've got time stopped, right? Can you bring her into this bubble and ask her?"

She turned her back to him again, this time fully leaning her body against his.

"You're too concerned about morality," she said. "The gods of the universe are here, competing entirely for you. Live a little! Do what you want to do, not what you think you should. But since you are the Judge…" 

She snapped a finger and Alice appeared out of nowhere. She was positioned sitting down at an invisible desk, leaning forward to take notes. A second snap from Lucy and time resumed for Alice, sending the teenage girl falling on her ass with a startled yelp.

“What in the… Locke? Hey, Locke, what's going on here?" She asked, "Is this the study hall? And why's everyone so quiet?"

"Because we froze them, silly," Lucy said, shifting into her natural red skinned form as she said it. "I'm the devil. Hi." 

Alice let out a scream as she changed, hands going to her mouth.

"Hey!" A surge of testosterone told Locke he needed to protect Alice, and he pushed himself between the girls, giving Lucy a rough shove on the shoulder. “Cool it!”

“Ooo… you’re sexy when you’re in mama bear mode,” Lucy giggled.

Locke ignored her, turning to Alice, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, hey. It's okay. Things are crazy, but you're safe, okay?" He gave a tilt of his head towards Lucy. “She's the devil, yeah, but she's also desperate to not piss me off. It's... complicated. And why the hell did you have to scare her like that?"

“She’s the devil…?” Alice repeated. 

"I must say, you adjusted to all of this much faster, Locke. Part of what makes you a great judge. And yes, girl. Or did you not notice time stopped?" Lucifer said. "Because it really is important that you know what you’re dealing with. After all, if I’m about to remake her, she ought to at least know why."

"Locke, what is happening?" a wide eyed Alice asked. "What does she mean, 'remake me'?" 

Lucifer gave her a pitying look, shrugged, then looked to Locke. “Now let's get down to business. Locke, I'm going to start with you. If you could change anything about your friend here, what would it be? If you're truly not that into her, there have to be some reasons that we can build upon."

“Locke? What is she talking about!?” Alice’s voice cracked as she went shrill, on the verge of panic.

“Lucy!” Locke raised his voice too. “We’re not doing anything until Alice is on board with it, alright?”

“Oh, good call, that. Alright, done.”

“...huh?” Locke was dumbfounded, but it was too late.

Alice’s mind had already warped. Before, she was a studious, independent girl. Though most of her friends were boys, she didn't really think of them in any sexual context. Really, shy as she was, she didn't think of anyone in a particularly sexual context. She'd barely even bothered to explore what she was or wasn't into, instead getting crushes on guys for reasons she couldn't explain, and getting too nervous to ever talk to them again as a result. 

That was the old Alice. This new Alice…, well, Lucifer had given her a dark, twisted fantasy. If she was attracted to a man, now her greatest desire would be conforming to his. She dreamed of a man telling her how to dress, how to do her makeup, what to act like. She read every story she could find with that theme. Wrote her own fanfiction. Touched herself at night while an imaginary lover told her how perfect she was.

"Oh god. You just made me like this, didn't you?" Alice moaned. She even touched herself through her jeans as she said it.

Smart as she was, she'd put together what was happening right away. It was so hot, and the fact that she only felt that way because Locke had wanted her to made it even hotter still.

"Locke, please...." She pleaded, though whether she was pleading for him to go easy on her, or to push his advantage was unclear even to her.

"Wait wait wait! That’s not what I meant! You know that isn’t what I meant! I didn’t… ugh…." Locke covered his face with his hand. Based on the encounter with Jehovah, this was a one way change too. 

“Relaaax…” Lucy dragged the word out while leaning against his side, arm wrapping around him. “You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you? That’s normal. You’re a good person. But this isn’t evil. This is power. A privilege given to only one mortal in all the universe. No one else can judge you, because you are the Judge. And I want to do nothing but make you happy, Locke.” She went to her tiptoes, kissed him on the cheek. Her lips were soft and startingly hot, the heat lingering long after. “So ask yourself, big guy… what do you like in a girl?”

“I… I…” Locke trailed off. This was all temporary. He had to do his job, for the fate of the world. And given the chance, weren’t there at least a few things Alice would want to change about herself? He couldn’t speak for Yuna, but Locke loved the makeover he’d received. Excuses were pouring in and his resolve was eroding like a sandcastle in a typhoon.

"Well, bigger boobs, obviously. I'm sure she'd want that." 

“Oooo… yes! I want to have the perfect breasts for you, Locke!” Alice gushed, covering her mouth after realizing what she’d just said.

The thought had just popped into his head and he spoke it out loud. And just like that, the dam had cracked.

"A bigger ass too. A uh... no offense, Alice, but a cuter face.”

“None taken!”

“Then… not such a big nose, fuller lips. Blue eyes instead of brown. A splash of freckles across the cheeks. Plump thighs, but not fat. Just a little thigh gap. I like girls with messy hair, like they just got up from bed." 

Alice groaned as her breasts expanded, from a modest pair to the well past porn star levels, each as big as her head. Her clothes disappeared, leaving her in a plain pair of blue cotton panties and a matching bra, resized to fit her expanded assets, all to give Locke a better view of his changes. Her ass expanded next, growing out into a sexy bubble butt that stretched those plain panties into something much sexier. Though she hadn't been asked, she vanished the girl's glasses as well, before making the requested changes to her face. As a final touch, she grew her hair out, releasing it from her ponytail to fall to her upper back in beautiful but messy blonde waves.

In moments, the cute skinny nerd had become a curvy bombshell of pure sex. Between the make over and the way she squirmed, moaned and fondled herself, she was barely recognizable. 

“Lovely! But that’s just the outside, Locke. Beauty is more than skin deep you know, so what else is there?” Lucy teased, speaking softly into his ear as she leaned into him from behind.

The dam had cracked, and now the reservoir was emptying. 

"Helpful. Submissive. Like... she shouldn't just enjoy following orders. She should be thinking about me constantly. What I want to eat, how I can spend my evening, what my schedule for the next day will be like, and accommodating everything. Like a... like a maid." It was the first time he'd blushed with his new muscular body, and his heart must be twice as powerful too because it felt extra hot on his cheeks. "My own personal maid, alright?!"

"I just knew you’d be fun," Lucifer said, gracefully approaching Alice and casually running her fingers up her side, making Alice shiver. "He wants you as a maid, and I know that means you want to be his maid. But how shall I do this?"

"W-what do you mean?" Alice asked, struggling to focus as the devil woman molested her.

"Just a bit of brainstorming. Locke mentioned monkey paws, but really, I’m all about customer satisfaction. He told me what he wants, but really, there’s so many ways this could go. For instance, we could turn you mostly back to normal. You'd always be obedient to your new master, but you'd still be his friend, keep most of his interests, and keep up appearances in public," she said. 

She snapped her fingers at this, and Alice's glasses and nerdy clothing returned, albeit tailored to her new body. The pants had become a short khaki skirt, and her t-shirt was tied at the waist to draw it tight across her breasts and bare midriff. It was like a stripper version of Alice’s normal outfits.

"In private, however, you'll call him master. You'll dress up for him, and you'll cater to his every need."

Now her outfit shifted, transforming into a tiny black dress, fishnet stockings, with a built in apron and a corset to heft up her expanded breasts. A frilly little headdress appeared in her hair. 

"So that's one option. Normal in the world, your doting, sexy little maid in private," she said.

“Woah…” Locke’s eyes were going wide and his breathing was speeding up.

 "Ah, ah. Not so fast, big guy. That was just an example. Another is to make her the doting sexy maid full time."

She snapped again, and the uniform she wore changed. Now it was a black frilly miniskirt and a tube top, both with aprons, her shoes replaced by high heels, as long, dark stockings clad her legs, with garters that stopped a few inches below the tiny skirt. He could see the bottom swell of her ass sticking out from it, and all three of them knew on some level that all her clothes would now be variations on the uniform.

"You'll always be dressed in uniform, and you'll take his orders in public," she said. "Everyone will accept this about your relationship, although you'll be distinctly viewed less as your own person than as a servant of his."

"Wait, everyone will accept it? The whole world…?," Alice moaned, then seemed to catch herself, her blue eyes meeting Locke's. “Please, that sounds like the hottest thing ever, but I don’t want to just be a maid, Locke.”

"You will if he wants you to," Lucifer said with a grin. "But this change could be even more pronounced."

"How?" Alice asked. "How does it get… worse than that?"

Lucifer pouted.

"Worse is relative, little mortal. In fact, this might be even easier for you," she said, bending down to look Alice in the eyes. "See, right now you're a brilliant student. You have all these ambitions. So much brain power you'd like to put to use."

She snapped her fingers, and Alice's eyes glazed over. Her brow furrowed as her thoughts slowed.

"I could take that all from you. Make it so that you're just a dumb, pretty little thing with no other thoughts or desires in your head but making Master happy," she said. “Men in this universe are fond of bimbos, right?”

"It's like, hard to think..." Alice moaned. “Everything is fuzzy wuzzy…”

Lucifer stood up and turned back to Locke with a hand on her hip and a gleam in her eyes.

"She'll want whatever you do." She repeated. "So the only question is...what do you want your maid to become?"

"Wow..." 

 Alice wasn't hotter than any of the three Goddesses. But she was his. Molded by his words, pulled right out of his fantasies. Even the various maid uniforms, he recognized the designs from the drawings he’d doodled into his sketchbook, brought to life.

"I want..."

That fantasy from before, going to prom with a hot girl on either arm. The fantasy replayed in his head again, but this time, Alice wasn't one of those girls. She was walking behind him, hands folded in front of her little apron, head bowed down demurely. Every man jealous that he could be so lucky to have two girlfriends and a maid. Carrying his books class to class. Setting his food at lunch. Worshiping his cock under the desk at class.

Okay, maybe that last one was taking it a little too far, but he knew exactly what he wanted. 

"I want… I want the ultimate maid. 24/7 service. And instead of making her dumber, make her smarter. A lot smarter. And great at everything a maid needs to do. Cooking, cleaning, changing a tire… everything. I don’t want anyone to find it strange that she’s my maid, but plenty of people ought to be jealous of how lucky I am to have her. And! I want Alice to still be Alice. My obedient maid and my best—” Wait, was that Alice or Sun/Yuna that was his best friend? Well, he could have two. “--and my best friend.”

"You’re sexy when you’re bossing me around, you know?” Lucy grinned at Locke, then turned to Alice. “Alright. One nerdy, sexy student maid, coming up!"

Alice's intellect returned, but her old clothes didn't. Lucifer wiped the word "Locke" from her mind. She'd know that was his name, but from now on, he'd always be "Master" to Alice. She'd have a sexy maid's uniform for every occasion, tailored into a prom dress, as swimwear, even as a school uniform. In his mind, he could see her moved out of the home of her loving, supportive parents, and into a small maid's quarters that formed in his own family's basement. All so she'd be there for him whenever he needed her services. 

Lucifer went to work on enumerating those services. The new Alice would be an expert cook, a meticulous cleaner, fantastic at any domestic skills that were required to serve him. And she'd be a lover. Though a virgin, Lucifer filled her mind with all the tricks required to please her new master. All of it was underpinned by a submissiveness so deep that he could command her act and think like a whole new person. 

Yet for all that, she wasn't just relegated to a life devoted to serving him. She was still a student he went to school with, and still allowed to participate in her old life wherever he allowed her to. She'd still hang out with him and Yuna. While he could command her to be any type of woman he wanted her to, she would, by default, be the same Alice he'd grown up with and considered a close friend and confidant. If that Alice had been utterly obedient and devoted to him, at least. 

Alice blinked to life then, running her hands along the showy tube top and miniskirt she wore.

"Oh my god...." She moaned. "Thank you, Master. For keeping my brain intact. God, this is going to take a lot of getting used to..."

"Gods," Lucifer corrected. "There's three of us. So annoying the way lexicons evolve after just a few thousand years. Oh, Locke, before I restart time, you want me to make her forget all this?"

Thank you, Master

Thank you, Master

Thank you, Master

The words were echoing inside of Locke's head over and over again, and it was making his heart race. "No need. Alice, keep all of this a secret, okay?" 

"Yes, Master. That's probably for the best."

His first order. That felt good. His first Yes, Master. Even better than hearing Thank you, Master. 

"Lucy, you can keep this timestop up a little longer, right?" Locke had seen a lot of things that morning, but seeing his best friend transformed into his perfect fantasy was one step too far. Timestop or no, he needed relief.

"Of course," Lucifer said. "Like I said before, my ‘one thing’ is creating your dream girl in an instant. And that’ll still be true whether this moment in time lasts five minutes or five years." 

Alice stood on shaky legs, then descended the steps to stand in front of Locke.

"Is there something I can do for you, Master?" she asked, giving him a somewhat mixed expression. Being forced to call her friend ‘Master’ was surreal, and the independent person Alice originally was hated it. Even if she absolutely loved it at the same time.

A blush took over her pretty features. Her new body seemed to have an instinctive feel for what her master liked and wanted. And it didn’t take an empathetic link to see just how turned on Locke was when looking at her. It made her stomach flutter with nervousness and anticipation in equal measure.

"Yes. Come here." He led her to the front of the classroom, in front of Mrs. Webbing's desk, the old woman still frozen with a matronly smile on her face. "Bend over and put your breasts against the desk. Then..." Locke was rubbing himself over his pants already, taking a few seconds to realize he needed to remove them already. "Slide your panties down. Sexy like." 

“Yes, Master.”

Her new instincts guiding her, she bent over, presenting her huge, sexy new ass to him. Bending at the waist, it was easy; the skirt was so short that she showed it off to him just by changing positions. She hooked her panties with her thumbs and pulled them down first to her knees. Then she wiggled her hips, letting them slide to the floor, where she kicked them aside.

He kicked his shoes off, idly noticing them hovering in the air, and then the khaki pants and boxers came next. For the first time, he saw the new cock he'd been gifted with. Pornstar level for sure, hard as steel and a smear of precum over the head as the foreskin peeled itself back. 

Unable to stop himself, he grabbed her hip with one hand, and guided his cock with the other, rubbing it against her slit. 

Soft!!!

Between Chaos's ass and Yuna's hand, there was no competition at all. Soft as a cloud, slippery wet, and warm to the touch. Primal instinct took over and he lowered his hips, thrust up into her, and groaned as she accepted his length. In his eight years of fantasizing, he hadn't come close to just how good the real thing actually felt. 

"Gah!" Alice cried as he thrust up inside her.

She arched her back, moaning, as the most intense pleasure she'd felt in her young life rolled over her. Her body seemed to go into autopilot, understanding that what Master really wanted from her was a pussy to take as his own. She braced herself against the desk, giving him all the leverage he needed to pound away as hard as he pleased.

"Alice... be honest with me.” Locke growled the words out as he stopped, still buried deep inside her tight canal. “If I had asked you to prom yesterday, what would you have said?"

"I'd…mmff… I’d have said yes, Master..." she said, incapable of lying now that he'd told her to be honest. "But not because I wanted to date you."

“What? Then why?” Locke asked.

"You're my master, Master," she said, then moaned. She was completely unable to say what she was trying to say. "I mean, you were my friend before you were my master. My best friend. I'd have gone with you just for that."

Hearing that frustration and confusion in her voice, that compulsion to call him Master, it made Locke start thrusting again.

"But, before this maid business... did you love me? Were you waiting for me to make the first move? Or is it just that we were two dorks with no other prospects? Were we always going to be only friends?" He wasn't sure why he wanted to know. It's not like he'd punish her depending on her answer, and he didn't even have room to judge, considering what he'd done. But he needed to know.

"I didn't love you....before I was your maid....Master," She admitted between breaths. "We were just friends....but I really, really liked you. You mean....meant...a lot to me."

“Why? Why would you friendzone me?”

“Master… you just… weren’t my type! Ahhh! You never… mmf… never wanted to do anything. Too… timid! You couldn’t even… ahhh… ask me out on your own!” Alice confessed, her voice pitching higher and breathier by the second as her own arousal was boiling over.

So there it was. An innocent but very affectionate friendship that never would have become anything more without the intervention of this trio of Goddesses. She looked back at him over her shoulder, fear of his reaction mixed with the obvious pleasure showing on her face. “Forgive me, Master…?”

"No, no. Nothing to forgive. You hit the nail on the head." 

Locke thrust forward, the desk rocking as he pumped Alice with his cock. "Before this morning, I really was a loser. No clue what I wanted to do with my life, too much of a coward to even talk to things like this with you, and honestly? You could do better." 

He stopped thrusting, instead pulling her back with his grip, bouncing her on his cock like she really was a sextoy now. 

"And then... turns out, I'm the most important person in the world. The fate of everyone is my responsibility. Three Goddesses all doing their best to make me happy. Crazy, right?" He flipped Alice around, wanting to see her blushing face, and after laying her back on the desk, he was fucking her again, watching the way her massive breasts were bouncing in circles as she filled the room with her moans. 

"And you... you're my top subordinate. That's like... Chief of Staff for the president, times a thousand. So help me out, alright?" He started speeding up, his breath coming out in pants. "Like right now... you're gonna help me cum and clear my head like a good girl, aren't you?" 

Locke hadn’t realized until now how much he’d wanted to call a lover ‘good girl’ until just then.

"Yes, Master!" Alice squealed out. 

"Oh, but don't ever orgasm before I do," Locke added on impulse. 

"Yes, Master! I would never..." 

His nostrils flared, and he realized he'd given the command just to hear her say that one more time.

Yet the command embedded itself in her brain. She couldn't cum before him. Not until he said otherwise. She'd carry that command in her heart for the rest of her life if he never spoke up to contradict it. 

And already it was having its effect. Her moans changed pitch as he continued to take her, and despite knowing what he wanted, she was unable to stop rolling her hips into his thrusts. She wanted nothing more than to make him cum, so she could as well; now desperate for a release that wouldn't come. Soon she was eagerly bouncing on his cock, her breasts jerking with every motion of their bodies. 

"M-Master!" She cried out. 

She couldn't even focus on the exalted position he'd outlined for her. Her entire world was centered on her master's cock, and her own insatiable need to please it. 

"Good girl. Good girl... yes, I'm cumming! Cum for me! Alice, cum for me!" 

His back arched as he made one more thrust, pumping his seed straight into her womb while she had her own orgasm, her legs locking around his waist so that not a drop would be spilled. Another thrust and another release, repeating as he slowly lost momentum. But even his orgasms had been supercharged by Chaos. His own hand was never going to be able to satisfy him again. 

Alice screamed, her body exploding in pleasure as her new master exploded inside her. The buildup had been so intense that her legs gave out, and she fell to the floor a dizzy, flustered mess. For a while, all she could manage to do was moan, leaking his cum as she tried to collect herself. 

"Poor thing," Lucy said, looking down at her. "I'll bet she never thought her first time would be anything like this."

"Hahh... hahh... hahh..." Locke’s stamina wasn't drained, he still felt fit enough to run a marathon, but the mental and emotional catharsis was leaving him unsteady on his feet. "Thanks, Alice. And... you too, Lucy. That was... the best experience of my life."

"Does that mean I win?" Lucifer asked, reverting to her Lucy form. "Well, I guess you'll have to tell me that when we're all back together for our end of day wrap up. But I like my odds."

Locke was looking down at Alice too, and seeing her too weak to even stand up, he could feel his cock stirring. But it was only arousal, not the overwhelming and unstoppable urge from before. Idly, he thought of what Lucy would look like in her place. In a maid uniform, defeated by an orgasm. 

He looked at the puddle of his own cum leaking from Alice's legs, and his own cock was still glazed in juices and seed. He was about to ask Lucy if she could handle the cleanup with a snap of her fingers, but then thought of a better idea. 

"Lucy, clean this mess up." He wasn’t asking, he was ordering.

Lucy arched an eyebrow.

"You know you can't just do that, right?" She asked. "Not yet, anyway." 

"Yet?" Locke repeated with a smirk. Did she mean after the contest, in case she lost? Or... 

Lucy began to work a spell on the mess, a pentagram forming around it. The mess was sucked into the symbol, disappearing into the floor. It even straightened out Alice's uniform, and breathed some life back into, though it accidentally took her discarded panties along with the rest of the refuse.

"Oh shit," Alice said, tugging her skirt down to hide that fact as she got shakily to her feet. "That's going to be so embarrassing."

“You’ve got to earn it, Mister. But I’ll say one thing… I do love a man that knows what he wants and takes it.”

An open invitation if ever he’d heard one. But languishing in his post-nut clarity, a different image came to Locke’s mind. An angler fish, miles deep in the cold ocean, luring its prey in with a shining golden light. Right before the bite.