Hector had pretty much screwed with Max and Alonzo's minds making them total gay fetish caricatures of master and dog slave, and he'd improved his lot in the world and his mother's considerably. He locked in his settings on the Chronivac to prevent any accidental changes to himself or his perception of reality. Then he slid the Chronivac under the backseat and went in to dine.
It was about half-way through dinner that Hector noticed things were getting a bit weird. The waitress, who had been wearing a simple black and white gingham uniform was now wearing a slutty latex number with a dog tag hanging from her neck.
"Is the young master enjoying his meal? Is there anything, the young master desires?" she asked batting her eyes.
Hector said, "No." And glanced around the restaurant. He saw all the wait staff were now dressed like his waitress, and that one of them was under a nearby table apparently servicing the diners. He swallowed hard, and glanced out the window at the limo. They wouldn't have used the Chronivac? Just then Coach Murphy strolled by walking his dog - no wait that wasn't a dog, it was the assistant coach in a leather harness and jockstrap at the end of a leash. He looked up at Hector through the window and wagged his rubber butt plug tail. Hector couldn't help but grin. He checked his phone, and played back the video to where the two got into the Chronivac. He sighed. Victor the marijuana dealer was there, and they dropped the joints. Apparently, one rolled under the seat, and they found the Chronivac.
He put his ear piece in and listened as they rewrote reality into a world where there were no inhibitions against gay slavery, where in fact it was the norm. He was relieved that he locked his controls. Apparently, Alonzo was an alpha slave, and so when they were through Hector found himself the owner of three domestic servants: Lonzo the chauffeur slave, Maxi the pool boy, and Victor the houseboy. They were all suitably liveried, and standing by the car, when Hector came out of the restaurant after paying the bill.
Hector silently nodded and got in the car. Alonzo put Victor and Maxi in the trunk, and drove Hector home. Hector rolled his eyes at some of the things he saw on the streets. Some of the buildings had signs that made him blush. The public flogging station in front of city hall was a bit much. He recognized one of his teachers getting whipped by the principal. He wondered what they did? So he opened his news app.
He smiled at the photo of President-Elect Clinton with Bill nearly naked on a leash in Central Park. Maybe all their changes weren't so bad? The news caster was reading about a study that projected that by 2025, over 90% of the population would be legally enslaved, as if it were a good thing. Hector frowned. He checked his status. Well, at least the Chronivac had protected him so far, but in this world you could be enslaved for as minor a crime as littering, or to pay off your father's debts. Hector looked back at the trunk and wondered if that's why Max was a slave now? He needed to make some changes. First thing, no new enslavements until after the new president is sworn in, he typed it into the constitution that Alonzo and Max had rewritten. That should give him a chance to fix things. He kind of liked owning Max, Victor and Alonzo, but he didn't want to end up owned himself.