It's a work day

Curtis awoke to find Chelsea grinding against his cock, apparently still asleep. So it really happened. He ran a hand down the woman's side, feeling her tight, muscular figure. He snuggled closer, his cock nestled in between her ass cheeks. It excited him to think of all the things she'd do today. She'd been an incredible doctor, a neurosurgeon, before, and now she was even better, having been a true medical prodigy. On top of that, though, she'd be getting laid. He'd given her a life of passion.

Chelsea groaned, apparently awake, and stretched. "Hey Master," she said. "Do you wanna do something before we get up?" She wiggled her adorable ass on him.

Curtis chuckled and fondled her tits. "Maybe this evening. I realize I haven't given you the ground rules. For you, there essentially aren't any. I like the idea of you slutting it up, finding all the ways you can to debase yourself in the name of getting someone off and getting your holes stuffed, but is that any different from what you want? I think we're on the same page that your life should be devoted to being a slut, am I wrong? So I don't see why giving you any commands would be any different. Obviously I want to make sure you're here when I need you, but I can't imagine you'll be able to go too long without me."

She shook her head. "No, Sir, I'll always be at your beck and call."

Curtis was struck by the warmth in her voice: the genuine care. She wasn't just obedient. Perfect.

"Good. Then let's go see your husband. Don't bother getting dressed."

The two left the room nude, with her only in a pair of heels, finding Jimmy making breakfast. Curtis stared at him.

Jimmy scowled, "don't you fucking start. Yes, I'm different. You're ruining my life, are you happy?"

"Incredibly," Curtis said, and smacked his slut on the ass, making her giggle. "You're wrong that I'm ruining your life, though."

"How-fucking-so? How the hell am I supposed to explain this?"

That's a good point... "Will anyone but the three of us be able to notice your changes? That's another aspect of the magic. The world will change to adjust. Here, look." Curtis indicated a photo on the wall, that showed a version of Jimmy far more similar to what he looks like now.

"How fucking convenient."

"It is. Soon everyone will think that you two are just ridiculously good looking lesbians, living with your hunky older friend."

Jimmy sighed and went back to making his breakfast.

Curtis sat down at the table and invited his lover to sit on his lap. He felt like he was on his honeymoon, feeling her smooth legs. The two chatted and laughed and kissed. Curtis loved being able to casually grope her whenever the need struck. For the fun of it, he asked if she was incapable of cumming from having her nipples played with and had her writhing from just them.

"Did you forget to make some for us?" Curtis asked when Jimmy looked done making food.

"No, you bastard," Jimmy said, dumping a couple plates on the table for them.

Curtis got to work, dressed in his uniform. He was glad it still fit, but he suspected it went up in size magically. He'd more intentionally adjusted Chelsea's wardrobe, making sure that her scrubs and white coat were as fitted as a porn star's in a doctor scene. He also ordered her to wear nothing but underwear under those, and made sure that none of her underwear was boring.

At the museum, he found Sam's car already in the lot. Sam was a sweet girl, and very young. She was taking a gap year after high school and spent her time working in the gift shop. Curtis never thought she was good for the job, since she could be a bit of a pushover. She had no idea how to handle kids, for example, and tended to let them run around doing whatever they wanted. Adults would bully her into giving them discounts, citing the museum's exorbitant prices on gifts. Sam just didn't seem to know how to stand up for herself.

"Oh no, oh shoot," she was saying, rummaging around on the floor under the table when he found her in the breakroom.

Curtis took a second to admire her cute little ass. Her whole body was petite, dressed in baggy clothes. She had long, dark hair that Curtis had never seen out of a ponytail. She wore glasses too big for her face. After a moment, he asked, "do you need help with something?"

She squeaked, and turned to look at him, her ponytail draping across her face messily. "No, I've got it," she came out from under the table, awkwardly crawling backward to get out. "No big deal, Mr. Bellingham," she said. "I found it." She was blushing.

That was odd. Where had 'Mr. Bellingham' come from? Not that the girl was rude before, but she'd never addressed him like that. Neat.