Just about everyone, but first his mom.

Max thought he was ready for whomever to come in. He heard the footsteps get to his door before he was violently shown otherwise.

There was a resounding chaotic crash as the door was shoulder checked open and a well tanned blur rushed into the room and leapt at him. Max froze as he panicked, not sure what was going on.

The blur landed on top of him, his face smothered in delicious large breasts in a low cut top of some kind as warm, soft kisses started raining down on his head while he recognized the voice coming from between the kisses.

"Oh my beautiful boy, Are you okay? *muah muah* Do you feel alright? *muah* Are you sore anywhere? *muah muah muah* Do you need anything? *muah* I'm so glad you're awake, baby." Max's mom, Brittney cooed at him as she lightly straddled his prone body.

Max started to relax as he let himself get smothered in his mom's loving embrace while he shifted a bit. He moved his legs a bit, shifting his mother slightly on top of him and brought his arms up to hug his mother closer to himself, much to her appreciation. At least he seemed to still be in one piece from whatever happened. As he started trying to pull himself from his mom's delicious chest so he could try and talk to her and hear about how he got to bed, he heard more footsteps in the hallway coming closer.

A lot more footsteps.

Soon Max's room was flooded with what felt like a small horde of women all trying to check on him and hold him. From how loud his room was getting, everyone seemed to be there, which was kinda touching. Max idly thanked whatever luck he had that he didn't have claustrophobia though, it was getting pretty packed.

A loud whistle pierced through the room and everyone who could, turned to look at where in the hallway it had come from. Aunt Alison stood there in a delightful little dress, hands on her hips and one delicate eyebrow arched as she looked at everyone in the room.

Max's cousins left first, reflexively obeying their mom with the haste that only comes from years of experiencing that arched eyebrow first hand. Most of the other women, besides Max's mom left after that, some giving wistful looks back at Max while also blushing from letting themselves getting carried away in their worries for Max. Max's sisters tried to stand their ground and stay besides Max, but they caved after a few seconds.

"Thank you ladies, I know we're all worried about Max, but just rushing in there like this isn't going to let anyone have any real time to check on him. Brittney? When you're done, let's get some lunch going so we can get a good meal into Max, he's probably hungry. Everyone else, We're going to rotate in and out in groups and making a list. Everyone will get their time with him, just be patient." Aunt Alison said, as she gestured back down the hall.

A murmuring and wistful looking parade of women all went back down the hallway to start figuring out what order they'd be going in to check on Max while Max himself was still buried in his mother's chest. Which, after being thoroughly smothered in busty milfy heaven for long enough, was making his last member start to rise to the occasion, much to Max's relief.

Max's mother checked on him a bit more, making absolutely sure that he was feeling better, he was feeling a bit sore everywhere, but not as 'thrown into a human-sized ****-washing machine as before.

As his mom felt his erection start to press against her ass as she kept straddling him, she inhaled deeply, feeling herself heat up as she felt him. She bit her lip as she thought, 'He's definitely my son, getting aroused like this after passing out like that. He reminds me of sis and I when we ended up fucking in the hospital after waking up from that frat party in college.'

Max felt his mom start to shift and grind on his stiffening erection as he felt more blood get sent down to his second head. Soon, he was buried in his mother's molten hot pussy, feeling her ride him with slow, sensual movements as she gave him the most relaxing and sensual fuck he'd had thus far.

After he'd pumped his mother's hungry little pussy full of his thick baby-batter, she gave him a motherly kiss on his forehead and headed out to fix him up a grilled cheese sandwich, something she'd always made him when he was feeling sick when he was younger.

This started the rotation of everyone coming in to check on him. Max's sore body was glad that most of them didn't resulted in more sex, as he was pretty sure he couldn't take that kind of workout quite yet. Mrs. Cortez, though, did jump on his dick as soon as she could, apparently she finally took a pregnancy test and found out she was officially pregnant, not just confident dirty talk anymore. She was very, very enthusiastic to thank him as she bounced up and down on his cock, slightly crying as she caressed her belly, already thinking about the baby growing inside her right now. Max idly thought about how she was going to react when she found out she was pregnant with his twins, but that was just something to find out later.

Dessa and Dee even came in to check up on him, which was a really nice surprise. He wasn't too surprised when Dee told him that they weren't going to take it easy on him the next time they went to the gym.

Aunt Alison had come in last and crawled into bed with him and they just cuddled a bit. It honestly was really nice, feeling the woman he knocked up first being all pressed up against him, getting to idly rub her pregnant belly while they just relaxed. He even felt his daughter kick for the first time, to him at least. That had been crazy, actually feeling his unborn daughter like that. Once his mom came in with one of her amazing grilled cheese sandwiches, Aunt Alison got up too.

With every one of his women having checked up on him and a delicious lunch in his stomach, Max was left to rest. Not wanting to fall into a nap, Max walked over to a mirror he had on his closet door and checked himself out, since he wanted to see if there was any lasting damage or changes from the device. Max looked like himself, at first, but something about his reflection looked... off...

Looking back, his mom, his sisters, his cousins, and Aunt Alison all looked just a little off too...

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, and tried to compare his current self to his memories of his previous looks. To his surprise it was oddly difficult to remember how he used to look between how he looked at first and now. The same happened when he tried to focus on anyone else in his immediate family. Max had to really concentrate and tried to focus on his own details, he could vaguely remember being... thicker? Was that the right word he was looking for? He looked at his arms and thought they looked a little... thinner than before? He flexed them and besides the soreness, they felt just as strong as before. Max even when over to his desk and gave it a quick lift, it still felt as light as before... Was his body more... compact? Lean?

That might be the word, Lean. Everyone had looked a little more lean or thin.

Looking more closely at the rest of his body, Max noticed the rest of him looked a little thinner than before. Except his cock, that was still just as monstrous before, except it looked just a hair bigger.

Max quickly brought himself to the inside of his closet to where he could measure himself against the doorframe, checking his height.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he realized he was just vaguely thinner instead of shrinking. He'd been worried for a moment that the device had siphoned off a bit of all of him during whatever happened.

Max went back to the mirror and tried looking for any other changes to himself, but just couldn't find anything else, as far as he could tell.

Figuring he'd just be going in circles at this rate, Max sat back down at his desk. If the only consequence was everyone in his family shedding a few pounds, then that was hardly the worst thing that could happen.

The big question was what the hell had happened?

Did he want to risk using the machine again? Did it have some sort of limit to how many times it could change things before it started to ****? Was it the changes he made? Something about them not functioning right with the machine? His sense for knowing what to type into the machine had greenlit everything. There were too many things that could have gone wrong in Max's head. He needed to test things out. He'd tried to give himself two different abilities, he needed to try and figure out how to test them both, see if one or both of them worked like he had intended or had they been changed by whatever happened?

Max kicked himself for not testing out the first ability he'd tried to give himself when his mom or Gabrielle had been riding his cock.

Max thought carefully, how to proceed and if he wanted to risk the machine right now.