This was all so damn overwhelming. He really didn't want to just go back to class. Should he? Was there even any point to graduating highschool now?

But... he was still a creature of habit, and it's not like he thought highschool was all that important yesterday either.

"Okay, things didn't turn out exactly the way I planned it, but could have gone worse." And he wasn't going to complain either.

Lucy still hadn’t resumed the flow of time, and on his way out of the classroom, he noticed Chaos was still sitting in her seat, as still as the rest of the students. "Hold on. Do your powers really work on each other like that?" He asked while he took a closer look. Was she faking? The masculine urge to honk her boobs bubbled up, but he pushed it down.

"Oh yeah. Absolutely," Lucy said, standing next to him.

This close to her, he couldn't help but notice that, like Jehovah in her human form, Lucy had a distinctive smell. Where Ms. Hym smelled like flowers, vanilla and the clean, warm smell of fresh sheets, Lucy's scent was of heady spices, tanned leather, and barrel aged liquors.

"Nothing permanent, mind you, but it’s no big deal to keep her frozen along with the rest of time for a few decades at least,” Lucy said as she casually pulled Chaos’s shirt up, revealing a lack of bra and two very perky breasts. She gave them a poke, her finger sinking in.

“If you could do that, then what’s the point of these contests? Just freeze the other two. Or something else.”

Lucy grinned as she looked at him. “Because they can do the same thing to me. And it doesn’t work. Say I brainwashed these two into being my adoring, loving slaves, and I kept reinforcing it every day. I might get away with it for one, maybe two million years, but you can't permanently change the nature of an infinite being, the same way you mortals can’t fight entropy. Sure, you might make it cold inside a fridge, but you’re still heating up everything around it even more.”

“As soon as one of them broke free, they’d go back in time and stop me from doing it in the first place. Or go back even further in time and strike first. Which would mean that I would go back in time to do the same once I broke free. And so on. And as sturdy as we are, a universe can only have its creators and stewards warping the timeline back and forth so many times before it cracks.”

“So ages and ages ago, we figured out a better way. An impartial judge, immutable rules, and most importantly… whoever wins, we all agree to leave it at that. That’s why we hold these fun little contests.” Lucy nudged him in the ribs with her elbow, giggled. “Though I gotta say, they don't usually end up this horny. I'm not complaining though, given the home court advantage that is for me."

"Hey. You're the one who brought up all my sex fantasies, and the other two were just as interested in hearing about them. I'm not the pervert here." He paused for a beat. "I'm not the only pervert here. Especially with the way Jehovah was dressing..."

He gave his head a shake, saw that Alice had gotten back to her seat, and so headed to the doorway. "See you at the meeting then. Just... don't cause too much mischief before then, alright?"

"No promises. Ta ta," she said in a low, sultry voice, giving him a flirty wink as she departed herself.

As Locke stepped into the hallway, he knew that time had restarted when he heard Chaos yell, “Lucy! You went already? You could have at least let me watch!”

The rest of the day passed by without incident, and as he sat through the final half hour of the compositions class that was the last on his schedule, a knock came at the door. It was the second of Ms. Wilson's he was in, and the pretty young teacher opened it to reveal Ms. Hymn standing at the door.

"May I please see Mr. Caulfield," she requested.

Ms. Wilson turned to him, and motioned for him to join her.

"Here," she said, handing him a note. "This is your assignment. I was waiting until the end of class to give it out, but since you're leaving us early..."

She gave her fellow teacher an irritated glance, and then dismissed the pair to leave.

Locke took the paper and folded it up into a little square, sliding it into his back pocket and promptly forgetting all about it. As he closed the door behind him to leave just him and Ella in the halls, he couldn't help but smirk.

"We had like thirty minutes of class left. What's the rush?"

"Your sister is coming to pick you up, isn’t she? If we keep you late in a meeting, you might lose your ride home," she said, walking ahead of him. Locke wasn’t really surprised they knew his schedule so precisely, though the level of consideration they were giving him did catch him off guard.

“Uh, thanks?”

“Of course. The role of judge gives you greater responsibility and importance than any mortal who has ever lived on this planet. Or ever will, for that matter. Ensuring you can perform your duties with as little stress as possible was one idea we all agreed on.”

Locke thought about it for a moment as they walked down the halls. Ella had a sensual gait to her walk, similar to, but different from Lucy's. She walked with purpose, and pride, like the whole world was insubstantial and would do well to get out of her way. But there was a confidence to it that was almost sensual. She didn't need to emphasize being hot; everyone could see it. “Because if someone didn’t disagree, the other two could tattle to the judge about it?”

Ms. Hym gave him a slight smile as she half-turned towards him. “Perhaps.”

When they reached the history classroom, she opened it for him, and he walked in to join the other Goddesses. They were all sitting in students desks for him, and as soon as the door closed, they reverted to their godly forms.

"Locke," Chaos waved. "You’re looking good. You get laid?"

“As hot as you made him, do you really think he could make it through a whole schoolday a virgin?” Lucy teased.

“Ahem!” Ms. Hymn cleared her throat as she stood in front of the teacher’s desk. "Now that the round has concluded, it’s time for you to pass judgment. Rank our efforts from best to worst. The first place champion will receive two points, and a privilege. The second place Goddess will receive one point, and a modest penalty. And the last placed Goddess will receive no points, and a strong penalty."

“The penalties were my idea,” Chaos confessed with a smirk.

"And it was my idea that the penalties and privileges start relatively small, but get more intense the more rounds we go," Lucifer added.

"Huh. So it really is all my call." He leaned against the wall, cooly regarding the three women. "Well, last place is obvious. Turning Sun into a girl is just..." He let out a sigh. "Even if I was into that, it would be incidental."

Ella met him with a disapproving stare, but said nothing.

"First place though... that's tough. This new body feels amazing. It's not just being strong, it's like... I don't feel ashamed of being me. I feel good about who I am. Which is probably incredibly shallow, I know. But there it is."

"And Alice... well, I did say that was the greatest experience of my life, and I wasn't lying. But I wouldn't have been able to fuck her brains out without this new body either. So... hmm..."

He chewed on his lower lip, weighing the two against each other. It took him four minutes of silence before making a final decision. The goddesses said nothing, Lucy and Chaos both staring at him from across the room, both confident and proud. Finally, he settled on an answer.

"Okay, Lucy, you win this one. The contest was about helping me get Alice, and you were the most direct about it. Chaos, you're in second. And Ella, that makes you third."

Jehovah gave a frustrated "Hmph".

"Aww. Better luck next time," Lucy teased.

"So, privileges and penalties," Chaos said, leaning forward. "This part's a bit more complicated. We'll start with the penalty. What'll it be, boss?"

Locke took a step back. "Wait, you're not going to figure that out yourselves?"

"Yup," Chaos confirmed, "You’re in charge. You get to pick how Jehovah pays for placing last."

Locke didn't notice Lucy was behind him until she put her hands on his shoulders and whispered into his ear. "Fun, right? A haughty, prudish milf with a body that stacked. Now you get to take her down a peg."

Jehovah's expression remained calm, nothing in her voice betraying any anxiety over what was to come. "Though it does need to be said that the harsher the penalty, the shorter the duration. Otherwise too much weight would be put onto this first round."

"To put it another way, whatever I say goes, just not sure how long?"

"That’s right," Chaos said with a grin. "Whatever you think fits."

Locke had spent the rest of the day after that first round with his imagination running wild. He kept replaying what he'd experienced over in his head, especially that sex with Alice. But it wasn't just Alice he was imagining wearing that maid uniform and calling him Master.

"I want her to be submissive. To me, in private at least." Locke decided.

"Very well," Ella curtly agreed.

"You sure? Something that  mild  will last five hundred years, and I really doubt the contest will run this long," Chaos threw her arm around Locke, flanking him alongside Lucy. "Come on! You can be a little more adventurous than that, right?"

"Okay, uh... then in public too," Locke added.

"Two hundred years. Is that really good enough for you?" Lucy purred.

"And... Not just submissive. I want her to really enjoy it too. Crave it even."

"Now we're talking. A fifty year punishment though... what else?" Chaos cheered him on.

Locke was feeling slightly lightheaded with the two goddesses pressing their bodies against him like that, but he glanced at Ella and could see the cracks starting to form on her impassive facade. Her lips were pursed, and she was standing very still.

"Mmm... that's enough. It's only round one, right?" Locke decided. He'd gone slightly overboard on Alice, and he wanted to reign himself in. After all, he could tell the two were trying to manipulate him into tanking the third's chances of winning, and he didn't think that'd be fair.

"Well... not a bad start," Lucy conceded.

"Already can't wait for round two to finish up now!" Chaos stepped back, giving up on cajoling him any further.

Jehovah gave a slow nod. "As you wish."

Chaos and Lucy stood on either side of Jehovah, and their powers linked up, working together to tamper with Ella’s mind. The divine goddess had gone from pursing her lips to full on chewing the bottom one, but she didn’t object as they started.  Towards Locke, they tanked her willpower. She'd be inclined to follow his suggestions now, whether she was in her godly or human forms. And despite hating being told what to do, it was now an intense sexual turn-on; doubly so if he ordered her in front of others. That intensity would make her even more suggestible in public.

Jehovah blinked as the changes finished, then glared daggers at the others. The change had not only taken place, but Locke was given full awareness of what the two had done to her.

Locke couldn't resist. He had to test it out.

"For the rest of this meeting, keep your blouse unbuttoned," Locke said to a being that just this morning had looked at him as if he were bacteria inside a petri dish. "Oh, and when you follow my orders, I like to hear a 'yes, sir' to go with it."

"Yes, sir," she said, glaring at him as she unbuttoned her blouse down to the navel, an epic valley of cleavage put on display along with the biggest bra he’d ever seen, a racy black lace number doing its best to keep her chest contained..

Tight as it already was, her tits looked as though they'd bounce out at the slightest false movement.

"Lemme help you with that," Chaos offered, vanishing Jehovah's bra, and her breasts spilled out, the blouse pushed to the side as they hung high and impossibly perky on her chest.

It was clear enough that Jehovah was pissed, but he could see something else. She was shifting uncomfortably, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her shirt. Her breath quickened. Here was the creator of the universe, embarrassed and horny, all because he'd bossed her around in front of her peers.

Locke let out a long breath, eyes locked onto those massive jugs. He wondered who was bigger, her or Alice? He'd want to compare them directly sometime. Or not. Probably shouldn't push his luck too much.

"Okay, so Chaos needs a penalty too?" If he didn't change the subject he'd be stuck staring at those breasts all day.

"That's right," Jehovah said, taking a measure of control back. "And I think that for altering the master directly, the chosen should get to make a physical transformation of his own. Specifically something that makes her life more difficult while she's in mortal form."

"Where's the fun in that?" Lucifer said. "She's already hot. I say we take something away from her mind. Perhaps remove some of her restraint, or an ability of some kind."

"Seems a bit harsh for second place," Chaos said. "But I’m game! Go nuts, Locke!"

"Well, if I've got to give you a penalty either way..." Locke folded his arms and rubbed his chin, giving this one serious consideration. He genuinely appreciated what she’d done for him, and didn’t feel like punishing her too harshly.

Well, part of him did, but the less he listened to that part, the better.

"Okay. How about this? Until the competition is over, no using your powers to get around. You'll have to rely on regular old transport like the rest of us."

"Ooo, looks like someone is taking it easy on me. You got a crush or something?" Chaos stuck her tongue out at the others. A delightfully girly gesture coming from the embodiment of unpredictability in the universe.

“Objection,” Ms. Hymn objected. “We don’t know how long the competition is over. For a penalty like that, and as a minor punishment, the duration should be set to one week.”

“Always such a stickler, aren’t you? She was totally going to agree with that one too,” Lucy said with a slow shake of her head.

“Rules are rules,” Ms. Hymn simply replied.

"Whatever. Now it’s time for my favorite part," Lucifer said. "Privileges."

"That is only your favorite part because you won this round," Ms Hymn grumbled.

"Oh, did I? I’d completely forgotten,” Lucy met Ms Hymn’s gaze with a catty smile, and even Locke could tell that there was an unspoken tension between these two that they didn’t share with Chaos. “Unlike the punishments, we all had to agree on a list of things beforehand. So without further ado…” With a flourish, Lucy produced a magician’s hat out of nothing, tossing it into the air, catching it on her wrist and letting it roll down her arm, across her shoulders, to catch it in her other hand, holding it upside down. “Let’s see what you pull.”

Looking into the hat, there were what looked like a few hundred tiny slips of paper like you’d find inside of a fortune cookie.

"So, what will it be?" She asked, smiling.

As he grabbed one of the slips of paper, Locke let out a sigh. "This really is a game for the three of you, isn't it? Kind of wish you'd take this more seriously."

“Indeed,” Ms Hymn agreed, earning an eye roll from Lucifer and a giggle from Chaos.

“Well, whatever. Let’s see what I pulled…” Locke opened up the slip of paper, the goddesses, even Ms. Hymn, crowding behind him to see, Chaos resting her chin on his shoulder while Hymn and Lucy had their breasts pushed against his back. “The winner may implement one new school rule every woman on the campus must obey.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound so bad,” Locke said, glad that whatever Lucy did, he wouldn’t be directly affected.

“Indeed. The new rule applies to all women. Including herself, which should reign her in nicely,” Ms Hymn said.

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Lucifer said. "I'm willing to suffer quite a bit of temporary pain for a long term gain."

"True, damn you," Ms Hymn with a twist to her mouth. "You always were the schemer."

“Well, I’m looking forward to it.” Chaos said. "We're screwing around with the mortals, can’t let them have all the fun. And it might give you two some perspective.”

“I am older than the stars. There are no new perspectives,” Ms Hymn stated plainly.

Lucifer only smiled.

"I'll need to put some thought into what best advantages me," she said. "Or what would be the most fun, anyway."

She stood, stretching her arms up, her cheerleader uniform riding up enough to show off the bottom of her breasts.

"In the meantime, to celebrate the first round, you get a boon of your own," she said. "For being such a good sport."

"Really? The three of you were bending over backwards to make me happy all day, and now there's a cherry on top?" Locke let out a short laugh. "You really know how to keep a guy motivated."

"We do, and this is my favorite part of the game," Lucy said. "See, in addition to winning contests, we all have to keep up a good relationship with you. So you can ask us for a boon once each day."

"It can be something you really want, or to get yourself out of hot water," Chaos said. "We'll use our powers to make it work."

"This is asking, mind you. We can't and won't simply do whatever you say. And there are limits as to how far we're allowed to take things," Jehovah insisted.

"And our powers are always limited by our spheres of influence," Chaos added.

"But limits can be negotiated," Lucy said. "You can play us off one another."

"Well, I've gone my whole life without any divine boons, so I doubt I'll be needing them now," Locke decided. He checked his phone and saw that it wasn't much longer till the bell. Time to take a ride back home with Grace and... vegging out playing video games didn't really hold the same appeal now that they did yesterday.

"Actually... Grace is coming to pick up me and Alice. Chaos, want to bum a ride? I want to stop by the mall and do some shopping before we get home. I need a whole new wardrobe."

"You actually don't,” Chaos corrected. "All your clothes fit thanks to the change."

“Huh. Really? You can do…” Locke stopped himself. Of course they could. Each of these women could do anything. “Well, even if my clothes all fit, they're still the kind of lame thing I would always wear to try and fade into the background. Gonna give standing out a shot."

"Clothing that suits your new status with the hierarchy, you say? An excellent decision" Jehovah clapped her hands together. "But clothes of an appropriate quality won’t come cheap. Perhaps you’d like to ask a boon of me?”

"Yeah, some spending money would be good. Ella, go ahead and give me enough money to not have to worry about it, deposited into my bank account." Even if it was asking for a boon, he wasn't going to miss a chance to boss her around. “Like a good girl.”

"Yes, sir," She agreed, a little less grudgingly this time, her cheeks going slightly pink. "You now have $3,000 to treat yourself with at the mall today. Money is based on contracts and law, and as such, falls wholly within my domain of Order, so such a thing is triflingly easy to grant you."

"Now it'll be three days before you can call on her again," Chaos said. "So if you get in a pinch, or you decide there's something you really, really want, just text me or the Dark One here and we'll see what we can do."

"I'll keep that in mind." Boons. Three thousand dollars all at once. Which was chump change compared to the things he'd seen today, but exactly what he had wanted, no strings attached. Kind of strange, that penalty could end up backfiring on the other two if Locke ended up favoring Jehovah.

But then, if he was aware of the manipulation, did it even still work?

Probably.

"I'm happy to do anything you want for you," Lucy said, hands behind her back, leaning towards him to grant him a view down her cleavage. "For the right price, at least."

"For instance, I’m curious to hear your thoughts on your sweet sister. She seems nice enough, but what do you really think of her?"

"Grace? She's fine, I guess. The golden child of the family to Mark's black sheep. Smart, athletic, popular. Not going to say I've never been jealous of her before, but she never lets that kind of stuff get to her head."

Speaking of the devil (Locke almost groaned at his own internal pun) his phone vibrated, a text from Grace saying she was waiting for him in the parking lot, and then the bell started ringing.

"Before I head out, Lucy, Ella, you want to exchange contact information?"

"Oh, we already have phones," Lucifer said, shifting back into human Lucy form. The other Goddesses followed suit. "They've got each other's contacts in them, as well as your intimates. And you have our information too."

She dropped her voice to a purr.

"Feel free to text me any time."

"Yeah, you're hot. We get it," Chaos said. "Let's get a move on."

As he left with Chaos, Locke looked at his phone to see they were right and all three goddesses had been added to his contacts list. Without thinking about it too hard, he fired off the same text to Jehovah and Lucifer.

LOCKE: Send a pic of your tits.

It was only a few seconds before a titty pic of the Goddess of Order’s breasts came in with a simple, short text.

JEHOVAH: Yes, Sir

Lucifer, though, was less forthcoming.

LUCIFER: I could, but it'll cost you. If you send me a nude of your sister, I'll send you pictures for both Lucy AND Lucifer. How does that sound?

"Nice." Locke said, looking down at his phone. Lucifer's request made him smile. Between Ms Hymn and Alice, he had two pairs of titties on demand at any time, but she still thought she was so hot he'd snap a pic of his sister naked just for a look at hers. As if he were that desperate.

Well, he wasn’t desperate, but he was seriously considering it.

They found Grace waiting in her old Jeep. Alice was already in the backseat, her hands neatly folded in her lap. If Grace found it unusual that his petite, mousy friend was now a total bombshell dressed like a slutty maid, it didn’t show on her face.

Locke called the shotgun seat. He knew that if he was squeezed in the middle between Chaos and Alice, it'd take less than a minute before he did something he'd regret doing in front of Grace. Sitting in the car, he reached for the handle, pushing the seat back as far as it would go, though even then there still wasn't quite enough legroom. It'd take a while getting used to that.

“Hey, Master, we were waiting for you,” Alice looked at Chaos standing beside him. “Are you bringing a guest home?”

"There you are," Grace said as he climbed in with Chaos. " And yeah, who's your friend?"

“She’s Cha… uh…”

“Uh…?” Grace parroted.

“Kay? Oh. Kay! I mean… Kay. Yep, that’s me,” Chaos said, sticking her head between the seats to get a good look at Grace. “Just moved to town and didn’t have a ride home. My friend Locke here is being a total sweetheart and giving me a ride.”

“He is, huh?” Grace gave Locke the side-eye. “You know, one of these days you should try getting a friend that’s not a hot girl. No offense, Alice.”

“None taken, Ma’am.” Alice said less than sincerely.

“Hey, it’s not his fault. I saw him from behind in the halls today, and thought, ‘Damn. I really need to get in tight with anyone that’s got an ass that hot.’” Chaos—”Kay” said. “And those abs! Like they were sculpted by the gods, I tell you!”

Grace shook her head and laughed. “Hey now. Don’t tease him too much. You’re making him blush.”

“I’m not…” Locke objected, but catching himself in the rearview mirror, he saw that she was right. “Changing the subject! Grace, would you mind dropping us off at the mall instead of home? Kay is new here, so I was going to show her around."

"The mall? Uh, yeah, sure," Grace agreed. "What are you guys going to get up to there?"

Kay leaned forward, and Locke couldn't help but notice how beautiful the girl was as he looked in the rear view mirror. The other two were so overt about it, it was easy to forget that she was more than a match.

"So, I was telling your brother that he's cool, but he needs to dress himself better," she said. "So I was gonna take him clothes shopping."

"Oh, that sounds fun!" Grace said. "Can I come too? I mean, I don't wanna be a fourth wheel, but I do love helping people figure out their look."

Grace's was exceptional today; a short white summer dress that hugged her thin waist and flared out at the knee, decorated with a blue flower pattern along one side. It was perfect for showing off her long, toned legs. Locke felt absolutely zero sexual desire for her, but he could see why someone like Lucy would want a picture of her naked.

"Uh... sure." Briefly, he considered cluing in Grace like he'd done with Alice and Yuna, but decided against it. It was one thing to tell his friends. But his older sister? He didn't trust her not to start meddling and nagging at him. Or worse, tattling to their parents.

"I've got some extra money from some, uh... art commissions I've been doing, so I'm planning on getting a lot. Can throw in an outfit for yourself too if you want."

"I'll consider it," Grace said. "I have been thinking about getting something cute."

“Cute? With a body like yours, you really need to show it off. I’d love to see you in a crop top and daisy dukes.” Chaos said with a grin. “Oh, you two could even buy matching outfits!”

"Yeah, y'know what? The weather is heating up, so showing off a little skin wouldn’t hurt. I think poor Locke here would die of embarrassment if we took it that far though." Grace said. "Still though. I didn't know you were making so much money with your art. Whatcha been putting out there?"

"I've been helping model," Alice piped in. "Master's nude portraits of me are all of the highest quality.."

It was a plausible excuse, but seemed to make Grace a bit uncomfortable. She might accept that Locke had his best friend as his maid, but only so far. Which was good, as it meant she wasn't prying into art that didn't exist.

"Uh huh. I see." Grace agreed. "Well good for you two."

"Uh... yep." Locke nodded, silently sighing with relief.

Come to think of it, he could probably make a fortune setting up an onlyfans account for Alice. That stray thought led to the thought of what such a page would look like for all three goddesses. Lucifer would undoubtedly make the most; it was like she craved attention, and everyone was happy to give it to her. Chaos... well, all guys loved goths. It was a universal constant.

Jehovah... as hot as she was, she was awkward too. But well, he could help her out personally. Maybe get her to cosplay some of his ideas. Even star in a few videos from the neck down.

Locke wiped the drool from his mouth when he heard Grace turn on the turn signal, and realized she was pulling into the mall parking lot already.

"Hey, Kay, is your 'house' nearby?" He asked, wondering just how much he might have screwed her over with that penalty.

She giggled.

"My house is in the same group as yours," she said. "So are the other new girls'."

"That's an interesting coincidence," Grace mused.

Coincidence indeed. Chaos rattled off an address. It was a few blocks from his own house, in the same cluster of suburban houses he lived in. Though the street they named… Locke was sure that’d been an empty stretch of grass, dirt, and trees yesterday. Locke realized that the three were either living together, or had clustered together for his convenience.

Grace parked in the mall lot, and they all hopped out. Pretty as she was, Grace had nothing on the other two. Still, walking into the mall, where a number of his fellow schoolmates were already congregating, he realized that he was walking in with the company of three beautiful girls for the first time in his life. Even if one was his sister, the jealous looks they were getting was a good feeling. And it wasn’t just the guys who were staring. Locke was getting a number of flirtatious looks from the women passing by.

Locke savored that feeling as they explored the mall. The first store they hit up was for shoes, replacing the beat up pair he'd had for years with something more suited for running; he still wanted to try sprinting all out, just to see what would happen. Then came some more standard casual wear, at which point he put himself completely at the mercy of the girls, trying on three different outfits and briefly modeling each one. Locke decided to buy all three, wearing the dark blue Henley shirt and tight jeans out of the store.

"Anything you've got your eye on?" Locke asked Grace while they took a break at the food court, enjoying an extra large slice of pepperoni. One thing he’d noticed at lunch was that his new body had an incredible appetite, and he was starving.

"I don't know," Grace said, eating the same thing he was. Despite being a fitness freak, junk food and pizza by the slice in particular, were among her favorite things. "I have a couple ideas but...well, I don't wanna weird you out."

"Go on," Alice said. "I'm sure Master won't mind helping you after all you've helped him today."

"Sure...well," Grace said. "I guess I was thinking of getting something...kinda racy. I want to feel sexy."

Chaos has to suppress a grin. “Oh really…?”

As they ate, Locke got a text from Lucifer.

LUCIFER: I'll sweeten the deal. Get me a nude pic of your sister, and I'll give you nudes on demand for Lucy or Lucifer for the rest of the competition.

Locke’s eyes widened, and he replied, texting under the table.

LOCKE: Not just nudes. Custom nudes. I don't just want a thousand angles of you making a duck face with your tits out.

LUCIFER: Deal

No guarantee he'd ever get the picture of Grace, but now it was getting fun.

"Sexy, huh?" Oblivious, Locke wondered if Alice and Chaos were making her feel insecure. Not that he thought she had anything to worry about in that regard, but he could see how they could make any woman feel insecure. "Sure. But do they even carry that kind of thing here?"

"They do," Grace said. "There's a lingerie place nearby. And there's at least one boutique here where I can get a bikini or a sexy club dress or something. It is getting about that time of year."

"I vote for the bikini. Or lingerie," Chaos said with a grin. "Just thinking of you and Locke, lounging together on a bed, fingers brushing against each other’s skin, lips slightly parted as—"

“Gross!” Locke interrupted.

“Yeah, cool it with the shipping fantasies, please. At least to my face,” Grace agreed. She gave Chaos a discerning look, wondering not for the first time what kind of friends her brother was making.

"A bikini makes sense," Locke said before devouring the rest of his slice, finding himself still hungry. But well, there was still dinner at home. And if Grace changed into a bikini, that’d mean that there’d be a window when she was fully nude, giving him an early chance to snap that pic for Lucy..

"We can hit the beach in the summer." Last year, he'd had to practically be dragged for the family trip to the beach, and he'd spent the whole time with a t-shirt on under the umbrella. This year would be different. “You always said you wanted to teach me surfing, right?”

"That's unlike you," Grace noted, swallowing the last of her pizza. "I thought you hated the beach."

"And I thought you were wanting to go to like, Spencer's or something, the way you were acting. A bikini is no big deal,” Locke replied. He didn’t think he’d ever had such an easy time talking to his sister.

The group took off for a women's boutique, and Grace picked out a few items: a very attractive, form fitting one piece, a slinky tied on two piece, and a truly scandalously small thong bottom with matching pink tube top, then headed to the dressing rooms.

"I'll go help her out," Chaos said.

That left Alice and Locke alone together for the first time since her change.

"It's so strange," Alice said. "It's like Grace thinks this is totally normal. She hardly said a word to me while we were waiting for you after school, though. I think the whole thing makes her feel uncomfortable."

"Yeah. That's a bit cold of her. Just because you're my maid doesn't mean you're not part of the family too. But then, I guess you must have become my maid when we were 18, and she only just got back from college, so it's almost as new for her as it is for us." Locke reasoned out.

Smoothly changing the subject, he said. "I've got a bet going on with Lucifer to see if I can get a nude picture of Grace. Any idea on how I should do that without her kicking my ass? Or well, hating my guts and leaving us stranded here to walk home?"

'Hmm… well, since she has her guard up around me, I doubt she wants me in the dressing room with her." Alice noted. "I suppose I could sneak back into the dressing room right now, or try to catch her at home sometime."

She thought it over.

"Tell me more about these Goddesses, Master," she said. "I know I'm just your maid now, but if you tell me exactly what's going on, maybe I can help. You left me plenty smart, so I'm happy to do it."

"Sure. Though, I already told you most of what I know. I'm out of my depth here. Chaos, Lucifer, and Jehovah. Though I don't think the last two are exactly like the bible. Jehovah is all about 'hierarchies' and ‘order’, cares the most about ruling over everything, power. Survival of the fittest vibes. Lucy is temptation, desire, and contracts. I don't think she's malicious, exactly, but it's too early to tell. And Chaos... she's friendly, nice, but still wants to stir things up. I feel like she's biding her time to catch me off guard. Well, that goes for all three."

Locke  gave Alice’s hand a squeeze, "No matter what though, when this is over, one of them will be in charge of the whole planet, so gotta figure out which one screws us over the least."

She kissed him on the cheek, standing on her toes to do so.

"Thanks again for… handling my situation as you did. If I had to be anyone’s maid, I’m glad it’s you."

“Jeez, you don’t have to thank me for that. I screwed up there. You shouldn’t have to be anyone’s maid!” Locke was remembering the sex in the classroom. Alice had certainly been just as eager as him, but he didn’t think she’d had a choice about it.

“Perhaps. But like Kay said, my Master at least has an incredibly attractive ass. Plus he made me even sexier than what I can really only assume is the actual goddess of sex. And smart to boot. I’m actually looking forward to tax season, when I’ll get to handle the Caulfield family finances.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re adjusting okay. I just hope that things don’t get any crazier. Can’t even imagine what the world will be like once one of them is in charge…”

"I understand, Master," she said. "I wonder if there's a way to outsmart the game. Pit the Goddesses against each other enough that we can win instead of them. Smart as I am, I’m not sure it’s possible, but it’s a strategy worth looking into, I believe."

"We can win?" Locke arched an eyebrow. "As far as I can tell, they're omnipotent. It'd be like a pawn on the chessboard winning a chess tournament. No way."

Even so, he couldn't help but picture himself up on a throne, all three Goddesses lying before him wearing metal collars with chains attached.

"There could be a way, though," Alice whispered. "Think about it, Master. The Goddesses accumulate changes throughout this process. You determine who wins the contests. If you can get them all changed enough that the eventual winner is subservient to you..."

“Maybe…” But for now, Locke wanted to figure out this challenge Lucifer had given him. "There's no way, right?"

Besides, regardless of who won, he'd get the other two to do with as he pleased. Why gamble all of that for something he didn't even know was possible?

Something to think about. “For now, do you have any ideas about the picture?”

"That picture. I wonder if you can use a boon to do it. Get Grace to show herself off one of us, or just get careless enough to allow her picture to be taken without her noticing," she said. "Might not be worth the risk, given the reward, though."

"I could probably use a boon. Or that gift Chaos gave me if we wait until tomorrow." But since Chaos was already in the dressing room with her, he decided to take a chance.

He sent a text to Chaos

LOCKE: I want to get a nude pic of Grace. Want to help?

“Ooo, naughty. Sure. But how you want me to do it?” Chaos asked, startling Locke and Alice as she seemed to appear right behind them.

“Weren’t you in the dressing room with Grace?” Locke asked.

“Yeah, get this. I honk your sister’s tits and suddenly she’s asking me to leave. What a prude, right?” Chaos shook her head slowly. "Shame you didn't ask me a minute ago.. Would have been super easy then. Now we might have to get a little creative."

“You can’t just go around doing that…” Locke sighed. “But whatever. You’re omnipotent, right? You can still get the pic, can’t you?”

“What do you even need it for?”

"I'll tell you afterwards, if you're so curious," Locke promised. "But this shouldn't be a big deal, right? I mean, can't you just magic up a photo onto my phone?"

She grinned.

"You know what? I could just do that," Chaos said.

She snapped her fingers. In the hidden folder of his Iphone, a picture appeared. It was Grace, posing naked in front of a mirror. It was joined by several other photos, over a dozen in total, all of Grace posing lewdly.

"There you go," she said.

"Nice." Locke took a moment to scroll through the photos. "Man, she really is in good shape."

It was a little weird looking at that stuff from his sister—incest was one of the genres Locke had never understood the appeal of, and whenever his friends commented on Grace or his Mom he could only groan—but there was no way Lucifer could back down from this.

“Ooo, she really is. Your family did win a genetic lottery. All it takes is some diet and exercise—or a bit of chaos magic—and you’re sex on two legs. Still, I wonder just how those photos ended up on your phone.”

"...wait, what? You put them there, right?” Locke didn’t like where this was going.

"I'm Chaos, babes. I created an end state—that you have some naughty pics from your sis on your phone—then rolled the cosmic dice, warping the reality of the past until we ended up with a universe where that happened. My powers let me make anything happen, but not even I get a say in how it happens.” She  shrugged. “Though if I had to guess, she sent those to you. Either that, or sis is some kind of cam whore now and you've got a thing for collecting her images."

It was at that point that Grace emerged from the dressing room, wearing a very skimpy pink thong bikini, the tube top little more than two pink squares of on string that lifted her breasts, covered her nipples, and did nothing else. She posed for Locke, showing off her fantastic legs and ass, giving it a loud smack.

"Ta da," she said. "What do we think?"

"Looks. Great," Locke said through gritted teeth, casting a side glance towards Chaos.

So her powers created an effect, then retroactively created a cause for it. Which would have consequences that even she didn't know of. Locke decided right then and there that he was crossing her name off the list of potential winners for this competition. Alice's idea of having himself take over was starting to look more appealing.

But then... maybe he was overreacting. It was just some photos. It probably wasn't that bad. Maybe.

Locke kept mulling it over on the way home from the mall. Looking to distract himself, Locke took out his phone and sent the first photo to Lucy, along with a text.

LOCKE: I want to see you in ponygirl bondage.

LUCIFER: I knew you had it in you. Good boy.

LUCIFER: Enjoy. You earned it ♥️

Locke stared at the picture for a long while. If nothing else, he'd never again have a lack of references for his own artwork.

"Hey," Grace said quietly as they drove, turning the music volume in the back speakers up so they wouldn't be heard. "Thanks for looking at those pics I sent earlier. I know it's weird to get that kinda stuff from your sister, but since I hit college....I dunno. It's like I can’t help myself."

As with Yuna, Locke began to feel phantom memories of getting sexy pictures from his sister in all kinds of compromising positions. The why of it was on the tip of his mind, but he couldn't quite reach it. She was obviously sensitive about it, but she didn't seem alarmed, or talk about it like it was, in any way, odd.

"Uh, yeah. No problem. But that's kind of weird." Locke looked out the window at the passing scenery. "Hopefully there's not some evil mind controller on your campus, corrupting all the women in your dorm."

He was joking, though he couldn't discount the possibility entirely. Not after today.

Grace rolled her eyes.

"You know that's not what it is," she said. "I'm just...y'know...hitting my slut phase a little harder than most."

There it was. That thing on the tip of his mind. Every woman had a slut phase; usually in their late teens or early twenties. It usually (though not always) ended after a few years. But during that time, women were exhibitionists, perpetually aroused, and prone to impulsive acts of sexuality. In some women, it also meant getting strange compulsions, such as sending nudie pics to family members. Or, Locke realized, a sudden urge to drop everything and become a friend’s sex slave maid. Alice’s situation had gone from being wholly unique to ‘unusual but not unheard of’.

"Can you turn it down?" Chaos asked. "It's so loud back here!"

Locke cranked the music up to the max volume for three seconds before putting it back down. A slut phase? A slut phase!? He'd asked for a boon to get some pictures on his phone, and Chaos had warped the biology of every young woman on the planet to accomplish that!

"Sorry, is that better?" Locke called back.

Slut phase. The more he thought about it, the more phantom memories kept rolling in. Thank god he'd lost his virginity today to Alice, because a guy being a virgin at 18 was almost unheard of in this new world.

"Anyway," Grace said in a low voice. "Thanks. I'm glad you're absorbing those urges of mine instead of someone more dangerous. Y'know, it's safe that way."

"Well, uh. Sure. Happy to help, sis." Locke replied.

If Grace was in her "slut phase" harder than most, what did that mean for her behavior now?

Grace dropped Chaos off in front of her house, a large one in a different part of the suburb that was nonetheless an easy walking distance from their own house.

"Thanks guys, I had a blast," she said. "I think this new world here is gonna be a lot of fun."

She closed the door and walked to the house then.

"What a strange girl," Grace said.

After Chaos left, he agreed with Grace. "Yeah. Yep. Yes. Half of the time I think she means well, and half the time I think she just wants to watch the world burn."

They went home after that. It had been the strangest day of his life. Likely of anyone's life ever. And after it, being home with his family and sitting down to dinner with them almost felt normal.

"So how was everyone’s day?," Their mother asked, cutting through the fog as Alice went around the table serving dinner to the family.

Apparently at some point in this new past, he'd assigned her to be the family cook. Whatever she'd made, it looked fantastic.

"Exhausting," Locke answered, then took a bite of the burger on his plate. Three patties, each smashed paper thin, and drenched in some kind of orange sauce, with buttered buns and fries on the side. His eyes went wide as he slowly chewed that first bite.

Lucy really did deserve the win today, if he could keep eating meals like this.

"But the food helps."

"Know what you mean, little bro. Think there's something in the air. This time of year, women's slut phases are out of control," Mark agreed as he then bit into his own burger. Unwanted phantom memories began rolling in.

Mark was no longer unemployed. Good for him! He was now a social worker who helped women deal with their slut phases. Miiiiiixed feelings!

"Do we have to discuss this at the table?" his Mom asked.

"Mom, we all go through it," Grace argued. "I don’t understand why we can't talk about it."

"Shit, you're going through it now," Mark teased. "Glad you remember to wear some clothes today."

Grace flipped him off. The banter was playful enough. Their sister had been open with her sexuality even prior to her "slut phase". Still, it was weird seeing the rest of his family so openly acknowledge it.

"I'm kind of with Mom on that," Locke said, though he found that he wasn't blushing. It was so 'normal'.

"Where's Dad, anyways? Still at the office? Alice, make sure to save a plate for him in the fridge, he's gonna kick himself for not getting it fresh."

He was, too. She'd prepared pork chops on a bed of sweet potatoes and greens with a sauce spooned over it. The taste was incredible.

"Your father....always working late." His mother sighed. "I love the man but I'll be glad when we're old enough to retire."

Locke's phone had been left on a charger behind them, but it was blowing up, messages pouring in. It appears the Goddesses had a chat going. Still, he was paying attention to his family, not the phone. That was a rule at their house; no phones at the dinner table.

Locke finished his plate, went for seconds. When he was finally full, he grabbed his plate out of habit to take it to the sink to rinse off, but no. That's what Alice was for. So instead he excused himself upstairs. grabbing his phone along the way. Alice would be busy with cleaning for the next hour or so, which finally gave him some privacy for the first time today.

"Let's see what's so important..." He picked up his phone... then sat it back down. Whatever it was, it could wait until tomorrow. Instead, he turned on his gaming console and turned off his brain for the next few hours. When Alice came in and changed into her babydoll nightie maid uniform, he had her kneel on a pillow in front of him while he played, sucking him off.

“You don’t mind?” Locke asked after a while.

“Not at all. It feels good doing what you tell me to do, and I feel like I could keep this up until morning if you wished. I do worry that obeying might become addictive though, so please tell me if I get too needy, begging for orders. I don’t want to be an annoyance for you,” Alice said, then went right back to deepthroating his cock.

“Uh… yeah, I’ll keep that in mind. And it’s getting late. You should get some sleep.”

“Of course, Master. Just call if you change your mind. Oh, and would you like a morning blowjob?” Alice clicked her tongue. “Damn it, Master. I’m already doing it.”

“Not this time,” Locke decided before sending Alice away. She went just down the hall to Grace’s room; she’d moved into it when she’d joined the household, and now that Grace was here on spring break, the two were sharing the room.

Locke climbed into his own bed, and for the first time in his life, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.