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.

"We got good news," Chaos said. "We picked out our next challenge."

"And I've decided on my rule," Lucifer purred.

Locke met them all with a bright smile. "Sounds good to me!"

Yesterday had been a little freaky, but looking back on it, no harm, no foul. It'd be one thing if these contests were some kind of gladiatorial combat deal, but this was different. They just had to do things for him. He could get used to that.

Locke took a seat on top of Jehovah's desk, hands gripping the edge. Even Lucifer, he wasn't too worried about. Whatever rule she came up with, it was all contingent on being judged by him. She wouldn't want to sour him on her. Probably something harmless like relaxing the dress code, he bet, "So what'd you come up with, Lucy?"

"My rule is that I get to issue a rule each day this week," she said.

Jehovah pursed her lips, her expression darkening.

"That is nonsense. A flagrant violation of the rules."

"I dunno," Chaos said. "We didn't specify that she couldn't use the rule to make more rules."

"Exactly," Lucifer agreed with a satisfied smile. "If you want a rule in stone, you should say it."

"This is an exploit. It's cheating," Jehovah insisted. "You are taking advantage of us."

"Obviously. I am the Devil," Lucifer agreed. "Be grateful for my restraint. I could have kept this going the whole contest."

Chaos snorted laughter at that, the flouting of rules apparently amusing to her despite it being used against her. “Yeah, that and you know better to push it too far and make it two on one.”

“Maybe,” Lucy said with an easy smile.

"I mean... that is pretty sneaky. Not the kind of sportsmanship I'd want from someone who is in charge of my whole world, being honest," Locke spoke up. Being over six foot and losing his virginity all in the same day had done wonders for his confidence. Yesterday, he hadn't been able to stop apologizing to the woman, and that was before he realized she was omnipotent and could snuff him out of existence with a thought. Now, he was issuing warnings to her.

"But you're smart enough to have realized that, so I'm sure you're not going to do anything that takes you out of the running, right?"

Lucifer arched a dark eyebrow at him.

"Look at you, throwing your weight around," she said with a sultry smile. "I'm proud of you, love. You've come so far in just a day."

"Out with it, temptress," Jehovah said. "What obnoxious conceits are we going to have to live under."

Lucifer cleared her throat.

"My first decree is regarding the dress code. We should liven it up around here," she said. "Female undergarments are henceforth outlawed. Any member of the faculty or student body wearing a bra will be required to go topless for the remainder of the week as punishment, any girl caught with panties, bottomless. Repeat offenders will face longer sentences and potentially, after school punishment." Lucy slipped behind Locke, draped her arms over him, and continued, her hot breath tickling his ear. “And to help enforce this new rule, male students get to do ten dress code checks an hour.”

"And this rule is in effect for how long?" Chaos asked.

"Until the end of the game," Lucifer said, then examined the look on Locke's face. "Don't worry. The other rules will be much more temporary in nature. I wouldn't want to offend our judge, after all."

Locke let out a little sigh of relief. It'd been one thing to push his luck, but it was still good to know that he was in the clear. "I think everyone can live with that. Until the end of the game, as you said."

Jehovah still looked displeased, but at least moderately relieved.

"I suppose I can abide by it," she said. "At least it will be easier to hold my class' attention."

Locke had zero doubt Ms. Ella Hym had any trouble holding the attention of her class, bra or no bra. Whether or not anyone paid attention to her lessons was another question. No bras. No panties…

The image of all the girls in his class going through class naked flitted through his mind, and Locke found that he too could abide this kind of mischief.

He looked at Chaos and Jehovah; were they not going to strip out of any underwear? Or had they been going commando from the start?

"So what's the next context? Challenge to make the best lunch? Or maybe you'll be helping me choose a career path?"

"Actually, you're going on dates with us," Lucifer said, sounding pleased with herself. "This is a session in which we are meant to charm you, and you have a chance to get to know us."

"You're to spend an evening with us," Jehovah corrected her. "What sort of evening depends on the mood that's set as we spend time together."

"It goes from six til midnight, we're gonna be one on one with him going somewhere to do stuff," Chaos said, "It's a damn date."

She grinned.

"Of course it sounds straightforward, but us being us, we threw a kink in it."

"Yes," Jehovah said with a frown. "We couldn't keep it simple. Chaos insisted on a gimmick."

"That's right!" she said cheerfully. "Each of us will be responsible for another Goddess' date. Meaning we can throw any wrenches into it that we want, so long as we don't mess with the other goddess' minds."

"Dates, huh?"

That triggered a second sigh of relief, and a release of tension. Last time they'd been tasked with helping him ask out Alice, and... well, it'd turned out alright in the end, but the goddesses hadn't been able to stop meddling with everyone around them.

But a date? Just him and another goddess, one more in the background? Harmless!

Not to mention... sexy as Alice was, she wasn't a literal, actual goddess. She'd been molded into his ideal fantasy and she still wasn't as hot as these three, whether they were in their true or human forms. Dates with all three had his mind racing.

"I can live with that."

"And this is the part where we gather intel," Jehovah said. "Tell us, what would you like us to do, or not to do."

"Yes," Lucifer said. "This will help us craft the best experiences possible for one another, but also tempt our rivals into doing something stupid."

"I think we all know who's the most likely to be guilty there," Chaos admitted. Still, what's good? What isn't. Give us some ground rules."

"Oh, uh... huh. Huh."

Locke scratched at his cheek with a finger, giving the matter some thought. "Never gone on a date before, so not sure."

"Well, as for what not to do, that's easy. Make trouble for everyone else. No warping the biology of every woman on earth," Locke cast a glance towards Chaos.

“Transforming and rewriting people’s body and history,” he looked over at Jehovah.

“And especially no brainwashing people just because you think it’ll make me happy,” Lucifer got the final look.

“Very well,” Jehovah nodded, but the other two objected immediately.

“Oh come on! Don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Chaos insisted.

“A compromise?” Lucifer offered. “Give us carte blanche to do as we please arranging your date… but with the insurance of knowing that when the clock strikes twelve, everything will be back to normal again. Just like Cinderella.”

Locke considered. Negotiating with the literal devil, he doubted he’d ever come out on top. But what she said did make sense. “Okay, fine.”

He was kind of interested to see the full extent of their powers. "I might regret saying this... but go a little crazy with it. If you can show me a wild time and make it like it never happened for everyone else afterwards, that'll show me that you'll be capable of fixing the messes you're making during this game too."

"As for what I'd like you to do..." He felt some heat rising up into his cheeks. "Give me some time to talk to each of you. If one of you is going to rule the world, I want to take this time to interview you each." And have sex. So much sex. But focus, Locke, focus. "And that means no lying either, if I ask any of you a question on this date, I want an honest answer, got it?"

The Goddesses exchanged a glance, though Jehovah looked pleased with herself.

"That should be easier for some of us than others," she said. "Good luck getting anything straight out of this one,"

She inclined her head toward Lucifer, who pretended to look offended.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"That they don't call you the mother of lies for nothing," Chaos said. "Alright. Let's figure out who's got who."

"I lost the last contest," Jehovah said, "So I choose to  take on Lucifer's  date."

Chaos nodded.

"That means you gotta take mine, and I have to take yours," she said to the Devil.

Lucifer frowned.

"This is dreadful, but I suppose I have no choice in the matter," she said. "It's only fair, seeing as how I won last time."

"Remember," Chaos warned, "We each get points here for the boss enjoying our company, but we also get points based on whether or not we enjoyed the date we're in charge of. So any sabotage has to be reasonable enough that things are still fun."

Locke nodded along.

"Yesterday had me worried that the three of you completely lacked any common sense, but good to see that you can be reasonable too." Thinking that the matter was settled, Locke hopped off the desk and back to his feet. "I'm actually looking forward to this one."

Alice had been so tempting earlier that his morning wood had never really settled down. That plus the surge in testosterone made Locke want to push his luck again.

"If there's nothing else, then before I go,” Locke licked his lips. “Well, might as well see how this dress code check thing works, right?”

One by one, the goddesses reverted to their human forms, outfits included. Ella wore a white turtleneck and black pencil skirt, her nipples clearly pressing against the fabric of the top. Lucy switched back to her cheer uniform, and Chaos ended up in a pair of leather booty shorts, arm warmers, and a tube top.

“Is this really necessary?” Ella asked, arms folded. “It’s humiliating.”

“You can go first then, get it out of the way.”

Ella sharply inhaled, letting it out with a ragged sigh, “Yes, sir.”

It seemed that yesterday’s penalty was still in full effect, and Locke had a sneaking suspicion she’d been secretly looking forward to this part.

The milf goddess grabbed the hem of her sweater and slowly lifted it up, the fabric catching on her breasts and dragging them up higher and higher until they dropped free, bouncing hypnotically until they slowed down, only moving with the deep breaths Ella was taking. “No bra.”

Leaving her sweater pulled up, she then daintily grabbed the skirt and lifted it up, past her thighs, past her hips, high enough to show her flat stomach and cute navel. As well as everything else below. “And no panties, sir.”

“Good girl,” Locke was staring, but not so intently he didn’t notice the way Lucy and Kay were waiting on him impatiently. “Uh, Kay. You’re up.”

“Just checking, but this doesn’t count, right?” Kay asked, hooking her thumb into the bottom of the tube top and bouncing the narrow band of fabric, her boobs shaking like jello when she did.

“I think that’s fine?” Locke looked to Lucy.

“You’re in the clear. I’d be crazy to ban a top  that sexy ,” Lucy said with a nod.

“Then I guess that just means I need to get these down… mmf, damn, didn’t think they’d be this tight when I conjured them.” Even unzipped, it took Kay a good minute or two to wiggle the tiny, extra tight leather shorts down to her thighs, and when she did, she turned around to give Locke full view of her perfect ass and pussy, sticking it out towards him. “There we go. How’s that, big guy?”

Locke’s eyes went wide. “Amazing.”

“Well duh.” Kay laughed. “But can I pull them back up now?”

“Oh. Right, yeah. Sure.” Locke gave his head a shake. See two goddesses in a row flash him was a little much for the horny teenager.

“Now, I could do the same, but… that just makes things a little too easy, don’t you think?” Lucy asked, a cheshire grin as she looked around the room at the other three.

“Lucy…” Ella said with a warning tone.

“Relax, relax. It’s nothing bad, promise. I just know that, popular as I am, I’d be getting boys asking to check the goods all day. So just to get ahead of the curve… I think this school could use a modern update to the cheerleader uniforms.”

With a snap of her fingers, the already scandalously sexy cheerleading uniform she wore became downright obscene. The short top that barely covered the bottom of her breasts shrank, the cloth fabric becoming a shiny orange and white latex material that covered her shoulder and arms but left her breasts hanging out for all to see, while the dangerously short skirt gave up on its mission entirely, the hem resting just above her hips, making it obvious that there were no panties underneath.

Instead, Lucy was wearing stickers. Orange stickers. Two in the shape of an X across her nipples, so small the areola were still peeking out, along with a longer one sealing her slit shut… though when she turned around and leaned down for Locke’s viewing pleasure, he saw that the sticker was too small to cover her asshole as well.

“A shame the football season already ended,” Lucy said as she gave him a spin.

“...yeah…” Locke agreed with a breathy voice. They’d gotten him painfully hard, and his mind was swimming in a dozen fantasies all at once.

“Then, unless you have any other questions about the competition, I think you should be heading to class,” Ms. Hymn said, jolting Locke out of his daze.

“Oh. Yeah, okay. Uh… yeah. I’ll go and… go to class. Okay.” Locke left the classroom, only walking into the wall once on his way out.

After leaving the classroom, things proceeded like a relatively normal day.Normal apart from getting a sext from his sister with some short videos of her exhibitionist adventures at the mall and roughly a third of the girls getting forced to go topless, bottomless, or both, anyway. When they met up at lunch, Yuna's only clothing above the waist were the suspenders she wore covering her nipples.

"I can't believe this stupid new rule," she said blushing. "I dress hot all the time and they still got me. For wearing a bra!"

"Hey, it could be worse. You're super cute, and now you're giving people a reason to stare." Locke said as he stared.

Yuna resisted the urge to cover her breasts. The nipples were barely covered by the suspenders, and any sudden movements could change that. "Yeah, well, we'll see how you like it if Principal Sanders introduces a new rule tomorrow about all guys needing to walk around in speedos."

Principal Sanders?

Locke smirked. Even though he'd told Yuna most of the situation going on with the goddesses, she hadn't been able to put two and two together and see that the reality warping goddesses were responsible for this too.

"Want to go to prom together?"

"I...huh?" She asked, blushing slightly.

Yuna liked dressing hot, both for the attention and to piss off her mother. But she was humiliated by the exposure she had to face at the moment. She was so preoccupied with it that Locke's question took her off guard.

"Uhm...well, Mom had this Korean boy I'd been set up with," she said. "But I could definitely do it. I guess."

She worried her lip, shifting uncomfortably.

"I guess I thought you'd just go with Alice," she said. "Are you asking me as a friend, or...."

She let the thought hang in the air.

"I can't ask Alice. She's my maid. How lame would that be?" By Locke’s estimation, taking a girl as hot as Alice as his maid date to prom would make him the coolest guy in the history of the school, but to a world who saw the maid uniform as more of a medical condition, doing it would be kind of cringe. And besides, he still liked Yuna.

"As a friend. But like... see how it goes, and maybe... maybe more than friends." Locke blushed. He'd just been talking to three goddesses, and somehow that conversation wasn’t nearly as hard and awkward as this one.

Yuna was blushing almost as hard as he was. She began to open her mouth to answer, when her eyes darted away from his, focusing on something behind him. Locke felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Heya," A feminine voice said. "You got a sec? Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Behind him stood a very cute, short girl. She stood no more than 4'11, with long legs despite her short stature. Cotton candy pink hair flowed to her shoulders in artfully brushed waves. She wore a tiny pleated skirt that matched her hair, and a half sweater that tented out around her big breasts, but left midriff bare. It matched her canvas shoes, which she wore with a pair of kneesocks. The sweater brought out the blue in her eyes, and her pretty face had an adorable smattering of freckles.

He knew her at once. Everyone in school, and many people beyond it, would recognize her as well. It was Penelope Ziegler, known more broadly as the Instagram model and Youtube beauty influencer PennyZ.

So why the hell did she want to talk to him?