A quick briefing and plans laid.

Agent Winters smiled to herself as she sat in the little diner, looking out the window as she slowly ate her fries. Things had been sent into motion, and she needed her newest little test subject to fall into her little experiment. She knew he'd return with one of the wayward Skye daughters in toe, a mouse too eager for his cheese.

Not her fault in the slightest that he never seemed to have thought to hard about 'why' his lovely little redhead had left the nest.

This little mouse would be giving her lots of little information she'd been frustratingly lacking.
How did that little queen of the family do what she did?
How her charisma seemed to usurp the mundanity of the town into things that should only exist on a porn set?
Also, did she have anything to do with how the average cup size in town seemed to have gone up a size or two? Even her own chest had somehow gone up at least two sizes since she started this mission.

What had started with just a simple scouting of a new agent's family had turned vastly more strange than expected. Something was definitely afoot.

Winters smiled to herself as she saw a familiar face sitting in a familiar SUV drive past.

Illyana smiled to herself, trying to keep her head clear as she got closer to her home, the GPS pointing them in the direction of her childhood home. A few miles out of town she had Bruce park and had shown her the only picture she had on her phone of the family.

Thankfully he'd mostly just talked about how beautiful everyone was and said that everything was going to be fine. Yeah, the photo had been a little out of date, from back when Max graduated high school, but it was one of her only photos where everyone was both in frame and wearing all their clothes.

Bruce was beside himself as he drove through the streets around his little Yana's hometown. Yeah it wasn't exactly the biggest town, it wasn't Salem, but it was a nice little town, it even had a mall!

Most importantly though, it had his buxom little lady's family, and if they'd grown up like his Illyana did, then he was more than eager to meet them. It wouldn't be the first time he flirted with a girlfriend's family and this time, he'd hopefully get to splash around in the family gene pool a bit.

The picture he'd shown him had been glorious. Illyana looked just as beautiful in the picture as she did now, if not even curvier now. All the women in the picture were absolutely breathtaking. Three other curvy red heads and two blonde beauties were surrounding the only guy in the picture, as two knockout milfs, one red headed like the rest and the other a light brunette looked on with pride in their eyes.

The only thing that marred the beautiful vision of Bruce's future in-laws was the young man in the middle, the ugly duckling of the family for sure. He could barely call him a "male" in that photo, the scrawny young man making his graduation gown look like a flight suit as the wind got under an arm. This had to be the world's scrawniest teenager that hadn't been starved, with some unfortunate facial acne and possibly the biggest braces Bruce had ever seen. If there were ever industrial strength braces, this kid had them. Scrawny little shrimps like this kid would generally just meekly run off and play their video games, in Bruce's experience, which was fine by him. Illyana mentioned that her dad had never been around her her uncle, the shrimp's dad had run off in the last year or so. It left him alone to work on all the ladies, which sounded perfect to him.

Finally arriving, the couple pulled into the driveway, parking behind another SUV, the couple figuring it was likely just company that had come over to help out after the raid. Illyana agreed that they shouldn't unpack until they figured out if there was space for them there or if they needed to find a hotel room.

Illyana hesitantly knocked on the front door and rang the doorbell.

Bruce could tell she was nervous and put a supportive hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry hon, I'm sure they're all fine." He said as he gave her a supportive smile. Illyana looked at her sweet Bruce, and quietly said "It's not them I'm worried about Brucie."

Before Bruce could try and investigate, the door swung open, a beautiful red headed woman, looking almost like a younger version of Illyana stood in the doorway, a giant smile on her face.

"Illy! You're home!" The mystery redhead shouted before jumping on her.

"Ivy! Oh my God! You look so different! What happened?!" Illyana could barely recognize her sister now. Although still a foxy redhead with delicious curves, her sister was actually wearing a normal blouse and skirt. The Ivy she remembered had perpetually red eyes and only wore things that were either torn, frayed, and had some sort of band logo or marijuana leaf on it. Hopefully her sister had moved on from those dumbasses that plied her sister's legs apart with weed and ****.

Bruce stood silently to the side, smiling as he watched his favorite pair of tits get smooshed against a slightly smaller, younger pair that looked nearly identical to his eyes.

"Oh my God, Hi! I'm sorry I must have missed you and just focused on Illy! I'm Ivy, her littlest sister. You must be Bruce? I'm so glad you guys made it! You've got to come in and meet everyone!" Ivy glowed as she started pulling the couple into the house.

"Wait, Who's everyone?" Illyana asked as she let herself get pulled in.

Whoever his Illyana's mom was, Bruce loved her. First a younger near clone of his little darling brought them around and he got to meet a lot more beautiful woman than he was expecting.

First he met her aunt, Brittney, the light brown milf was packing more curves than a math worksheet into her clothes, smiling and welcoming them home.

Then they'd ran into the second sister, the mysterious Iris who wasn't as stacked as her sisters. She had just mumbled a small welcome to them and had given them a small smile before they'd been whisked away. Somehow, that smile had sent some unnerving shivers down Bruce's spine, but that was fine.

In the living room they met Holly and Molly, the blonde twins from the photo who definitely had done growing up right. In the photo they had been barely developed, but beautiful blondes. Now there were two identical blonde bombshells that just giggled as they greeted them. Bruce was fine with that, their giggles had caused magical amounts of physics to be enacted on their chests.

Down a hallway was where things had started getting weirder. In one room they'd ran into three girls who were apparently just friends of someone's who were living there. A blonde waif of a girl who just seemed happy to meet them, and two gorgeous latinas. One was shorter, sitting at a desk, ignoring them, which was fine by Bruce, the chair didn't hide her wide hips and the view down her pants to an amazing ass. The other was a towering scarred beauty with some of the biggest tits he'd ever seen, Carmen, apparently. She'd just given them a small smile and wave, giving her name before they were dragged off to the next room.

Next they found a beautiful middle eastern woman coming down the hall. She had a delightful exotic look with sparking green eyes that danced as she introduced herself as Shanti. She mentioned that some friends had gone out to get groceries and she was about to go help them bring them in. As she lead the threesome towards the garage, Bruce loved the natural sway of her wide hips and an ass that looked even more delicious than his Yana's.

In the garage, Bruce met four more women, which boggled his mind. From the front came two more certifiable milfs, both packing awe inspiring amounts of curves into their clothes. Bruce briefly wondered if the shorter, tanner one had smuggled some melons from the store, her massive breasts on her small frame jiggling with each step. The tall blonde milf had also an immense rack that could compete with his Yana's from the looks of it.

From the back of the car came a delightful vision of opposites, from one side came another blonde bombshell, definitely related to the blonde milf, but somehow with an even more prodigious chest stuffed into her shirt with an unfairly innocent face. The other side showed a girl with barely any curves at all. Bruce almost laughed at the small girl, she couldn't have been over five feet tall and was almost comically lacking curves compared to the other women he'd met of the house. She did have some small A cup tits and a slight swell to her hips though, so at least he wouldn't mistake her for that nerdy cousin of Yana's. That was a relief.

Apparently they'd only missed meeting the mysterious mother-in-law-to-be and the scrawny nerd from the photo. Hopefully the photo he'd seen of the mysterious matriarch Alison hadn't done her the justice as much as the rest of the family.

Heading back in with armfuls of groceries, they found the missing milf on the couch of the living room, chatting with Yana's aunt and the blonde twins from earlier. As soon as they came in, Bruce noticed that she was both more beautiful than expected, and also, heavily pregnant. Bruce hadn't been expecting that. That was truly disappointing, Bruce had nothing against having children, but just a woman looking so... fat just turned him off.

'If only she wasn't a knocked up slut.' Bruce thought to himself. 'Ah well, at least if Yana's mom is this much of a slut, then maybe I can slip into some of her other family member's panties.'

The matriarch of the family was on the couch, lightly rubbing some sort of pearly white substance into her belly with one of the blonde twin's help. The buxom redhead held his gaze for the briefest of moments, a feral smile flashed across her face before it morphed into a matronly smile, welcoming the two into the house.

As both Illyana and Bruce leaned down to get a hug from the couch bound mother, Illyana caught a brief whiff of her mother, her eyes glazing over for a moment as she felt heat rush through her. Whatever that smell was, it was GOOD and Illyana clutched to her mother a little tighter as she felt her pussy moisten. She took a few extra moments to bring herself to draw back from her mother.

Alison ushered them to sit down and catch up as she returned to rubbing that mysterious pearly white substance into her belly. Illyana took a seat across from her mother as her Brucie took a seat next to her. As she settled into her seat, she saw her mother spread her legs, slowly, and for the briefest of moments, Illyana saw that there was a very similar looking pearly white substance trailing down her mother's thighs, before they closed again.

As the family started catching up, footsteps came from upstairs, and everyone took a moment to look at who was coming downstairs. Illyana's breath caught in her throat for a moment as her body processed what she saw faster then her mind. Bruce felt a cold shiver of dread trail down his spine at the man who came down the stairs.

This man was tall, over six feet at least. Broad and strong looking with muscles straining his tight t-shirt. A taut waist was holding up sweat shorts that seemed to be having a little... too much moving in there for it to be just legs. Even the man's legs looked powerful as they came out of his shorts. A chiseled face with the barest amount of stubble peeked out from under wet hair as he reached the landing. All the women felt themselves heat up as they took in the freshly showered young man. The only other man in the room was currently praying to whatever gods that this was just the red headed milf's baby daddy.

The man smiled as he took in the newcomers, walking with long, powerful steps to them, reaching out to greet them.

"Hi, I'm Max."