As well as wrangling 20-ish concussed thugs can go.

The front yard was a mess, police tape was being put up, several more cop cars and a few ambulances had arrived, and a few bystanders had set up lawn chairs across the street. Someone was even selling drinks and snacks next to someone taking bets on various things like "how many men were going to be dragged out?" and "how many women were in the house?" Dessa would put down money that the local news channel was racing to get here as soon as possible. To be fair, this Alison Skye was involved, so this was never going to be normal. Currently a few of the various thugs and morons were being patched up and starting to be ferried out to either the precinct or a hospital, depending on how badly they'd been beaten.

Dessa got her partner Dee to start taking statements from the locals who were standing around the perimeter. The younger cop was eager to get into the legendary house, but Dessa knew they would be awhile, judging from the scene.

All they could do was wait.

Though Alison was already walking back out of the house with a mischievous glint in her eyes. At least her job was never boring.

Max needed to do something, but right now all he was doing was getting bundled up in blankets and given orange juice while everyone else was doing something. He needed to think, and use the mysterious machine. To what end, he didn't know. The house was currently swimming in woman-flesh, which normally would be amazing, but he hadn't been able to help defend his home or his women. He needed to do better. Thinking back, all of his changes had been based on making it easier to bed the women of his life, but he hadn't done much past that. He needed to think a bit before just reacting to whatever was going on. Though his mom coming in to check on him with her low cut top and giving him a smothering kiss to the forehead was very nice.

Aunt Alison had mentioned training, but Max wanted more. He was the man of the house and his masculine pride pushed him to want to help out more. On the upside, this little attack had pushed Carmen, Maria, and Tiffany right into his lap. He'd seen how Aunt Alison had checked in on them and maybe he could talk her into letting them stay with them, since they were going to have a lot more room soon anyways. She'd been more than happy when she found out he'd gone and knocked up the neighbors, maybe it wouldn't be hard to get them to stay. Especially Carmen, she'd apparently been living in that shithole of an apartment, and if his memory was right, he'd kinda obliterated the only bed fucking himself free.

But, that doesn't solve Max defending his own home. He'd need to work on that with the device. Maybe he could use some of the lotto money he was going to win to remodel a little. Make the house a little more baby friendly and heavily defended. He did have a massive amount of babies coming in his women's wombs, so planning ahead was probably a good idea. Though, did he have to plan to raise a bunch of babies? He could just instantly age up all of them after they're born. But would they be older with the minds of babies? Would they all be the same since they all aged up at the same time? Did he just want to type them all instantly older? Or should they just age and mature at an accelerated rate? Why was he only thinking about this now?! He's got well over twenty babies coming, and if he kept thinking with his dick, even more before he had a new house ready. Should he 'what if' that they'd all come only after they'd remodeled and moved in? But Aunt Alison is already about to pop, would that mean the baby would just keep developing in her? She'd give birth to an already growing baby? Giving birth at the equivalent of a year and half-or-so old? Her belly would be massive. Though Aunt Alison with a massive baby belly does sound hot, as Max's cock started to stiffen in his pants. That at least confirms that he wasn't dwelling on the whole 'didn't do shit in a home invasion' thing.

Max lost his train of thought as heavy footsteps came down the hall to the kitchen he was in. Aunt Alison was waddling behind two female cops in padded uniforms, though the uniforms were doing their best, both lady cops' were beautiful with curves were still shining through, straining jackets and pants in ways that hinted at the figures beneath. Of course the first two cops that Aunt Alison brings into the house are ones that she would probably love to devour too.

The one in the lead, with dirty blonde hair and glasses on gave Max a smile and said, "So, I've heard you're looking to do a little training on defending your home?" Aunt Alison's eyes were sparking behind the lady cops, smiling like the cat about to dive into catnip and canary paradise.

Well, Max couldn't think of anything better than training with sexy cops.