A New Status Quo

*Yawn*

"I'm sorry, say that again."

"Hmm?" I looked towards my friend who's surprising look gave me pause.

"Say that again," Sam repeated, his voice oddly impassive.

"I- I didn't say anything, it was just a yawn."

"Yeah! Exactly! How the FUCK can you be yawning at a time like this!?" Yep, Sam was thoroughly offended by my outrageous action.

"How could I? Dude, we've been here for an hour." I replied. "Sure it's hot, but like... I have things to do!"

Using this opportunity to get on with my day, I backed away from the stupid fucking pillar we were poised behind.

"Dude."

I cut him off before he could continue. "I know, they're two bags of hotties, and the one with a massive rack is trying out every skimpy outfit imaginable. But I don't wanna spend all day here!"

"I do," Sam responded with utter honesty.

"Yeah, because on the perverted spectrum, you severely outclass me." Following another Yawn. "But it's fine, I don't mind being second rate in that regard."

"Fine, whatever." Sam's attention was still locked on the busty blonde and the dark-haired girl that seemed so enamored with her friend's figure.

And upon looking back, I could see why. The big titted blond had her chest intrapped in a bright pink corset, pressing her tits up to display a rounded out fully formed cleavage. It was a one-piece that ended right around her crotch, leaving her long creamy legs open to the air. And with the fluffy white bunny ears protruding from the woman's head, it was clear that her dark-haired friend must have found some kinky bunny girl get-up to put her in.

*Snap*

Sam took another picture.

Okay, okay. That would have persuaded me enough to stick around for a bit longer if I weren't such an outstanding American citizen with a good sense of morals and respect for all women.

But just to be careful.

"Bro, you're gonna send me some of those photos, right?" I whispered.

"I thought you're not as much of a pervert as me." He responded, mimicking my own tone of voice. Prompting me to sigh. "Nahh just kidding, you can go, I'll send you the goods."

Nice!

With a friend like that, who needs associates?!

Alright, having left the clothing store. With a bit more or a struggle than I anticipated, as I had to pry my eyes off the show that was going on before me. I could have sworn I saw her step out of that changing booth in lingerie, but I tried not to think too much about it. Lest I'd be stuck gawking at her busty beauty for who knows how long.

Besides, the day is halfway over, and I still have shit that needs to be done. Buying a new phone, and catching up on my hecking homework are two critical points in that equation.

Especially since I kinda fucked myself over with Ms. Fawn.

Verbally exploding on a person with a position over you ain't always the best thing to do. That, I learned today.

Remember to write it down, as there will be a test.

But I'm going to try my best to use this day in the best way possible. Even though half of it has already been wasted, it ain't too late. First, I'll get me a phone, and continue on from there.

---

Well, I didn't get a phone. So... I guess that's another brick stacking against me today.

Hell yeah.

Yeah, uh... I underestimated how much a new phone would cost me. And seeing that I can't really hold a stable job... Yeah, no. I'm not going to be getting the model I was hoping to pick up. My new plan is to bring back my old phone and see how much it would cost to repair the screen. That's really all that should be broken with it.

I fucking hope.

No way am I going back to my Obama phone.

Eventually, I returned home and bounded up the front steps. Fishing my key out, which took a surprising amount of time with how empty my pockets were, I unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Trust me when I say this.

What I saw next shocked me to my very core.

The house. Was. Clean.

And not normal levels of clean, it's usually at a reasonable level of tidiness. Nothing too pristine, but never absolutely wild either.

It's just okay.

People could walk in the house and be like.

Huh, okay, someone lives here.

But what I looked at as I entered my own house...

It was foreign to me.

The rug looked pressed, freshened, and as if it were just recently installed. Each wall was void of any human imperfection... In fact, everything was cleaned up to the degree that should not be achievable. It was too clean! Too perfect!

Call me a bitch but-

It scared me.

"HEY!"

I almost shit, pissed, and ejaculated on myself right there at the doorstep. Just as I was about to step into the house, a familiar voice called out, freezing me in place.

"You better wipe those feet on that mat before you mess up this rug!" Stacey walked into my vision clad internally in that maid outfit I dreamt her in yesterday.

Oahhh! Now I understand! This whole shitty day is still a dream. That explains the broken phone and the two hot girls that decided to give me a show! None of this shit is real!

Hahaha!

How else would this house be so spotless!?

I began moving my leg forward.

"I mean it!" Stacey jutted out a finger with narrowed eyes. "I spent the whole day cleaning this house, and I won't have you making a mess of things!"

Fine, I'll humor her.

I spent the next twenty seconds wiping my feet on the welcome mat, while she stared at me with a judgemental fury.

Though finally, she seemed content and turned away with a curt nod. "Take your shoes off by the door." She called out behind her.

So... So you made me waste my time cleaning my shoes off... Just so I would remove them right at...

Nevermind.

I flung off my shoes and let them land wherever fate decided. It's not like it matters since this is all a dream.

Making my way to my bedroom, I passed by the kitchen and noticed Stacey wiping down the countertop profusely with a rag. The black and white maid uniform she had on, clung to her figure in a very pleasing way, and I found myself staring for quite a bit.

Stacey stiffened, apparently noticing my gawking gaze. She turned back with a glared clocked and ready. "What do you want? Don't you have homework to do?"

"I uh..." I gulped. "You said you spent all day here? You actually took off work just to clean up this place?"

"Don't mock me." Stacey's cold gaze never faltered as she responded. "You know my job is to be your personal maid."

My gut couldn't help but churn with laughter. "Oh, of course!" Glancing over at the counter, I spotted a bottle of cleaner. Not sure what it specialized in cleaning, but I reached for it, loosened the lid, and flung it off onto the floor. "Go ahead, clean up that mess I just caused, maid."

Hahaaaah! Look, if I'm in a lucid dream, I'm going to be a fucking bitch, since when am I going to get another opportunity to fuck with Stacey like this?

Stacey stood in silence, her dark eyes traveled from me, then to the floor, then back to me. I couldn't read any emotion from her other than pure, unfiltered rage as her face began to gradually redden. She opened her mouth and...

Sighed.

"Oh, course." She said curtly with a minuscule twitch of her eye. "But I'm still your mother, and know that you're now grounded for a week."

"Kay whatever," I flipped her the middle finger.

At least, that was my intent, but I accidentally just showed her my ring finger and walked off. I felt like a retard, but at that point, I had to commit, cause going back just to flip her off would have just soured the moment even further than I already had.

Returning to my bedroom, I flopped onto my bed and pulled out my phone- Oh, wait, it's broken!

Fuck!

Okay... Okay... Shit...

I stayed there in bed for a few long minutes. When I eventually realized three things.

One, my room smells amazing! Whatever Stacey did, was legitimately wonderful. It almost makes me feel bad about what I did.

Almost.

Two, I shouldn't be able to decern smell in a dream, right?

And three... If I fall asleep in a lucid dream... Would I wake up? Cause if so, I don't wanna leave this fantasy world just yet! Stacey is my freaking maid in this reality. Who would pass up on that!?

I rolled off the bed and moved to my desk instead. Mind you, with how small my closet of a room is, all I really needed to shift over a few steps. But I just want to imply that the place is more spacious than it really is.

I sat on my fold-out chair and flipped on my laptop. If this were real life, I would definitely be focused on my backed up catalog of homework. But since, in this fictional reality, matters such as education isn't essential, I'm much more interested in seeing if Sam has any pictures for me.

I opened up Discord and sent him a message.

'DUDE! Send me all the pics you got from the mall k?'

We'd usually text through our phone's but, for apparent reason's that option wasn't up on the table.

But luckily, he replied fairly quickly.

'Sure thing! I got a shit load of pictures so hol on a sex' (Edit) 'sec'

Hell fucking yes! I have the lube I have time. The door's locked...

Wait the doors not locked.

Three seconds later.

The door's locked, and I'm ready to fucking fap! Though I'm not sure it's possible to masturbate in a dream, I'm willing to try it out! For science, of course.

Why else?

That's when I heard the familiar *Ping* of a message being delivered. And when I looked back over to my computer screen...

Bliss never felt so right.

Sam is genuinely a master at perverted creeping, cause the number of pictures and the quality of the images, were almost enough to make to cum on the spot.

Almost.

Dammit, it would be great if I could pull these images up on my phone, but I guess I must work with what's do...

Unless...

Reaching forward, I unhooked my laptop and returned to my comfy bed, computer in hand. On the screen, there were too many images to choose from. All of the same busty chick in a multitude of scandalous attire. I found six pictures of her in the bunny girl outfit from before. But now, without the threat of being spotted perving. I was fully allowed to jock to my heart's content.

And that's what I did.

"Fuck... You're sexy as hell..." I grunted as I zoomed in on her exposed toned thighs and creamy milk-like tits that struggled to be contained by the inadequate clothing she must have been tearing through.

And got her tits!

It's legitimately the biggest I have ever seen on a regular person before. It definitely even rivaled that of some superheroines! One image had her in a bright blue string bikini, that literally left nothing but her puffy nipples hidden from public view. Even then, parts of her dark areola peeked out to say hello to the open air.

"Goddamm... This fucking woman..." I couldn't flip through the images much longer and chose to stick with the bikini one to finish off.

Sam sent a message.

'MILF material am I right!? I mean, she's probably in her mid-twenties but still!'

"Jesus fuck.." I muttered, feeling myself close to reaching release. "I wish she was my step-mom instead of Stacey."

That's when the headache hit.

And it hit hard.

"Shiiiieet!" I moaned. A moaned consisting of dizzying pain more than lust-filled satisfaction. I knocked my laptop off the bed and clutched my head. With each heartbeat, I felt a pulse of shock surge through my head.

Until, eventually, everything went dark.

---

Karen stretched her arm, with confusion in her head.

It came to a point where Atlee's sudden and abruptly odd behavior was too much for Karen to take. She exited the mall, with a much emptier purse, as half of the clothing Atlee picked out for here ended up being entirely too small. To the point where it seems like her less-experienced friend was doing so on pourpose.

She had to end up paying for all the crap she broke in her shopping adventure.

All the while, Atlee gave her the most innocent of puppy dog eyes and apologizing for much more than she regularly would. It wasn't even a huge deal, it was Karen's idea through and through.

But...

Something just isn't right, and Karen's gut was chanting the same tune. The way Atlee hung to her side.

It wasn't usual for the girl she has known for so long.

Karan was about to ask her a question when an unnoticeable wave passed by her. Karen's lips parted to speak, but instead, her entire world began to shift.