“I’m back,” Kris said as he walked through his door with multiple paper bags of groceries carried in each hand. It was difficult to carry so many bags at once, but like all men, he refused to make multiple trips. Plus he didn’t have a choice.
But even though he knew he was in a relationship with multiple, very hardcore maids, he didn’t expect to see what he was greeted with when he came back.
“Welcome home, Master,” his girlfriends said in perfect unison. Even Abigail, being deaf, perfectly executed the greeting in time with everybody else. That was just how strong of a maid she was.
But Kris was still Kris. While most men probably would have died and gone to Heaven to be greeted by a harem of maids all bowing and welcoming him home, who would likely do absolutely anything that he ordered… Kris just said, “Oh, thanks. Heh, you kind of remind me of those videos of pet dogs who wait by the door for their owner to come home.”
Kris then imagined each of his girlfriends as dogs. Not dog girls, like his best bro would have, but as literal dogs. Each dog had similar characteristics to their human selves, too.
Rachel was an orange dog with a rapidly wagging tail and a tongue hanging out from her mouth as she shook with excitement.
Iris was a calm, black dog with a tail much more subtly swishing around behind her.
Emily was a small dog that could fit in a bag, but that was insanely fluffy and looked like a giant, brown cotton ball.
Abigail was a tall, elegant dog with white fur and an exceptionally long snout.
And then there was Anastasia who had blonde fur and was casually whining to herself, yet somehow in a non-annoying way. Just a cute way.
Kris’s dogification of his girlfriends convinced him even more of the truth. They were all adorable.
However… then there were his girlfriends’ thoughts when he compared them to dogs.
Rachel imagined herself cuddling all up against Kris and rubbing practically her entire body against him while acting clingy and wanting attention.
Iris imagined herself walking through a dog food aisle at a store being overly analytical of which food she wanted for herself, despite still imagining herself as a human.
Emily pictured herself curling up in front of a fireplace on an extremely warm dog bed.
Abigail was the only one who saw herself as a dog, even the same, long-nosed breed that Kris imagined her as, and imagined herself draped over Kris’s lap taking a nap as he read poetry to her… not that she could even hear his words.
And then there was Anastasia. Anastasia imagined herself wearing nothing but a questionably small bikini with a leather collar around her neck being walked around in public by Kris holding her leash. She even had dog ears and a tail, and said tail was happily wagging as she obediently followed every single one of Kris’s commands. Even when they came across a fire hydrant, she was all too happy to lift up one leg and—
“Hey, is something wrong?” Kris asked, looking directly at Anastasia. “You’re panting and your face is all red.”
Anastasia’s face turned an even brighter shade of red once she was called out. The other girls were all looking at her, too, save for Abigail who was still imagining herself napping on Kris’s lap as a dog.
Iris reached over and placed the back of her hand against Anastasia’s head. “Hmm… it does feel incredibly warm. Perhaps you should go rest.”
Anastasia cleared her throat before saying, “I—I think a visit to the bathroom is all I need. Please, excuse me, and I apologize for making you worry.” With that, Anastasia bowed to both the other maids and Kris before rushing off to his bathroom.
“I hope she’s alright,” Kris said. “Do you think I should go check on her?”
Rachel tapped her nose as she thought about it for a few seconds. “Maybe if she’s not out in a few minutes. We were waiting here for you for a while to make sure we didn’t miss you, so maybe she was… you know, holding it in.”
“It? What would she be holding in?”
Iris and Rachel looked away with red coloring their cheeks while Abigail still happily imagined herself as a dog atop Kris’s lap.
“Piss,” Emily answered. “They mean she was holding in the need to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” Kris said. “But none of you have to hold it in for me. Just go to the bathroom whenever you want to, alright? Oh, but try to make sure you do it in the bathroom, not just like, anywhere, alright? Unless I guess it’s an emergency and you really can’t wait. I won’t judge you if that happens. Accidents happen.”
Even Emily was embarrassed after hearing that, leaving Abigail the only one content with her canid fantasy.
“Th-thank you for your understanding,” Iris said, “but I assure you that such an accident… will never happen. Moving—moving on, it is time that we we get started on dinner. Allow me to take those bags from—” she froze.
That was when Iris discovered something very bad.
She needed to use the bathroom.
It wasn’t just her, either. Rachel and Emily both blushed and looked away while squeezing their thighs together.
Now, back in the mansion of Alice’s father, there were over a dozen bathrooms spread out through the grounds. There was always at least one available bathroom within reach even if they all needed to go at once.
But Kris lived in a small apartment. He only had one bathroom. And that bathroom was currently occupied by the “sick” Anastasia.
Emily was the first to silently surrender and waddle over to the bathroom. Her intent was to knock and ask if Anastasia was alright, but then she waddled back over to the others and said, “She… must be… really sick. She was… panting a lot in there. Shit…”
Kris finally set the groceries down and looked each of his girlfriends over with a worried expression. “Is—is something wrong? Was whatever wrong with Anastasia contagious?”
The three women looked at each other before shamefully nodding together.
It was Rachel who then spoke up first and said, “We… need to go to the bathroom.”
Kris looked over at the bathroom door Anastasia was behind and said, “Oh. That might be a problem. Uh… I think the staff might have some bathrooms downstairs.”
“I… don’t think we can make it that far,” Iris said.
Rachel then spoke up and said, “Every move… makes me afraid… that I’ll leak.”
Concerned for the fate of his girlfriends, Kris walked past them and went over to the bathroom door. He could definitely hear Anastasia in there panting rather loudly and erratically, but that didn’t stop him from knocking on the door and asking, “I know you don’t feel good, but are you almost done? I can get a bag for you if you need it. Or a trash can. But if you can’t leave, that’s alright. The others just need to use the bathroom.”
Anastasia gasped before shouting back through the door, “One—one moment, please! I—I’m coming! Nngh… ah…”
“You don’t have to force yourself. I can carry them downstairs if I need to. Or find an empty bottle for them.”
The next moment, the bathroom door opened and Anastasia looked exactly like normal. Her cheeks were a bit red, but everything else was normal. “My apologies. Everything is fine now. I feel… much better.”
There was something suspicious going on, but the three women who desperately needed the bathroom didn’t care. Instead, they looked at each other and came up with a plan.
“I—I think I can hold it in,” Rachel said. “You two… go first.”
Iris almost looked like she was about to cry. “I will never forget your sacrifice.”
Emily tried to reach forward to pat Rachel’s shoulder, but instead placed her hand over her crotch. “I… think I need to go first.”
Iris nodded. “You moved the most already. Go.”
Emily looked like she didn’t want to leave behind her companions, but she knew that it had to be done.
Their sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain.
Meanwhile, Abigail still had her eyes closed as she imagined being Kris’s lap dog. It was a very enjoyable visualization for her.
Later, after the girls managed to relieve themselves without further issue, Iris made an extravagant dinner for everybody which consisted of multiple courses. Kris knew that she was going to handle dinner, but he didn’t expect her to make an entire seven-course meal out of the ingredients that he got for her.
It was all delicious too, of course. Iris’s cooking was the kind of cooking that one would expect from a world-famous restaurant. She likely could have been a famous chef if she tried to be one, but she was perfectly content cooking only for those closest to her.
And by the time that they were done eating, they could barely move.
“Iris… you made way too much,” Rachel groaned. “That was even more than usual…”
“I—I wanted to spoil him,” Iris said.
“We should have stopped eating… but it was too good,” Emily joined in with groaning of her own.
Abigail and Anastasia ate too much as well, though they were both silent about their discomfort.
Kris, of course, also ate far too much, especially when considering that he hardly ate even a fraction of that much food on a regular basis. A small sandwich or package of instant noodles were typically good enough for him, yet he ate the entire dinner that Iris prepared.
But even though he could literally see his stomach sticking out farther than usual from all the food, that didn’t stop him from getting up from his chair with a groan and going around to gather everybody’s dishes.
“You… did the cooking,” Kris could barely say, “so I’ll… do the cleaning. I’ve… got this.”
“I want to stop you,” Iris said, “but… I am not sure I can move.” Her cooking was too good for her to resist as well, obviously.
“Damn it, Iris,” Emily groaned. “You know I’m trying to lose weight… and then you do this… I won’t be able to fit into any of my bras after this…”
“You could have stopped.”
“Like hell I could have stopped. I’d be depressed if I turned down your cooking.”
There was no winning for Emily, unfortunately.
But Kris still found himself smiling as he took all the dishes to the sink. Even if everybody overate to the point of feeling sick, and even if Emily would need new bras, he was still happy that he got to spend time with everybody. Getting to eat dinner around the same table and helping them out afterwards by doing the dishes—that was something he could happily do every day for the rest of his life.
Though, if he was going to be eating like that every single day, he realized he would probably need to start going to the gym again. He already felt a few pounds heavier just from one dinner. What if he ate like that multiple times a day every single day? Either he was going to die or become too large to even fit through his doorway. If that happened, he wouldn’t be able to help out his girlfriends as much as he’d like to, so working out more it was.
In the end, they didn’t even need the alcohol that Kris bought. The dinner was so stuffing that their bodies were tired out just from trying to digest all the food, and the excitement from finally being together in reality again was finally starting to wear off—or rather, they were finally adapting to it. Sure, they were still excited and just as happy as they were earlier, but their bodies could only handle so much.
But none of them wanted to disturb Lucy who was thoroughly knocked out on Kris’s bed, so they gathered up on his couch instead. It was a pretty tight squeeze to have all of them sitting together on it, but they made it work. Kris sat in the center, then he had Emily and Iris to his left, and Rachel and Anastasia to his right. Abigail, meanwhile, insisted on sitting on his lap for some reason. The others might have been a bit jealous, but they were all too tired and full to do or say anything about it, and thus allowed her to monopolize Kris’s lap.
Anastasia was impressed by how Abigail was finally being bold by rubbing her rear against Kris’s lap… but really, in Abigail’s mind, she was still imagining herself as Kris’s lap dog, and so she was simply wagging her tail in a perfectly innocent, wholesome way.
And Kris himself was too innocent to think anything of it.
“I’ll probably need new bras by the time I wake up,” Emily groaned, “but today… is probably the best day ever.”
“I have to agree,” Iris said. “Not with the bra issue, but with today being among the greatest days of all time.”
“Yep, yep,” Rachel said. Out of all the girls, she was the one who sounded most like normal again.
“I look forward to when every day can be like this,” Anastasia said, “but maybe with smaller portion sizes.”
Abigail was too lost in her thoughts again to notice the trend going on, not that she would have heard them in the first place. Though, both she and her imagined dog version would have been in completely agreement.
And finally, there was Kris.
Even though the day felt like it was over in an instant once his girlfriends finally arrived at the airport, it was still packed with events and memories that he was sure he would never forget for even a second for as long as he lived.
Part of him still doubted that any of what was happening was real since he never imagined himself having so many wonderful girlfriends and being so incredibly happy, but there he was, very likely the happiest man alive at the moment.
“I love you,” Kris said, causing each woman, even Abigail who couldn’t hear, to turn and face him.
But when they did, they saw Kris with his head titled back and his lips slightly parted.
Despite just how tired his girlfriends were… as soon as they realized they could watch Kris’s sleeping face if they stayed awake for a bit longer, they all gained a second wind of energy.