Mostly without a hitch.

Finally stepping out of the shower, Max got into a comfortable pair of shorts and a tshirt and walked down to the kitchen in time to see his cousin Iris helping Becca with breakfast. Her dark red hair in a cute pixie cut floating as she pivoted and bounced her way around the kitchen. Iris wasn't as curvaceous as her sisters but was still a delight to behold. Currently she was in her favorite outfit, braless with a tshirt and shorts. Before the machine she'd have been wearing something with an anime or video game reference plastered on her freely jiggling tits, but Max could see that she was actually wearing one of his own tshirts now. Not that he minded, after using the machine to remember pounding her senseless last night.

Noticing Max joining in, Iris flashed Max a smile, "Hey there Max, Glad to see you're still kicking. Becs here told me you can't really remember much from last night."

Max blushed, not quite sure what to do, but figured to just run with the truth. "Sorry Iris, I don't know what came over me. But, parts of it have started filtering back while I was in the shower."

Iris smirked as she helped get the syrup, butter, and various utensils. "Good, I'm glad I'm memorable enough that even after all the pussy you got last night, you can still remember me." Max choked a bit at that, not sure how to react, making Becca and Iris laugh.

"Either way, cuz. I was gonna jump your bones at some point, trust me on that. I'm just glad you took a little initiative. Though, next time, take initiative on a bed. Just ripping my panties off and plowing me on the couch is hot as hell, but we have beds for a reason." Iris continued, pinching Max's butt as she passed him to gather plates.

Iris always had been an odd one even before the machine. A nerd and gamer through and through, even if wrapped up with the libido and looks of Aunt Alison. As a smiling Iris passed back to help more with getting breakfast ready, Max gave her a sharp swat on her round ass, making it jiggle for a quick second and giving Max a moment to check her fertility screen quickly.

Iris Skye:
Pregnant: 1 Female
Special Characteristics:

Max took a breath of relief at that, he hadn't gone pure buck wild with her either. Max was glad to have caught up with his energetic cousin and make sure he didn't make her lactate chocolate milk or something else crazy.

Everyone else was coming down for breakfast, Becca's breakfast an instant hit with everyone as she was a phenomenal cook. Even Mrs. Halo came over after Becca went over to make sure she was okay. Mrs. Halo was shy at first, but quickly was welcomed by the pack of other women, glad to hear that Max's sexual rampage had only stopped next door. A few jabs were thrown Max's way, calling him "Dongzilla" and that he should be glad he stopped there instead of going another house over and into Old Lady McBrand's house. The 98 year old lady had a mean streak and probably not take the invasion quite so energetically.

Max looked around the incredibly crowded kitchen and took note of everyone there, smiling to himself that he'd been able to make a happy and bustling home. It was crazy, but he loved it. Max tucked into his breakfast and enjoyed the laughter and smiles of his women as Becca's heavenly fluffy pancakes hit his mouth.

People were sitting in the living room, standing in the kitchen, sat all around the table, it was utter chaos, and Max wouldn't have it any other way. He got up and fished himself a second helping of pancakes, as he turned back around, he could feel that something was afoot, but he couldn't place a finger on it, but couldn't tell what. Sitting back down, Max scooted in and felt something under the table. A few of the ladies had knowing smiles as they watched Max jump at the sensation.

Ivy, Max's other cousin who lived at home with them, smiled at his confusion. Her beautiful face smiling an impish grin that matched her fiery red hair.

Before the machine, Ivy was a not-so-secret pothead who disguised it well in baking "special" treats. Before the machine she had spent most of her time out of the house and barely speaking to Max, doing god knows what. Now Max 'remembered' that Ivy didn't really go out much after he moved back in, and although she experimented with weed a bit and had shared an edible with him every once in a while, she was really focused on her studies. Max wondered what had changed between the timelines.

Regardless, Ivy was now smiling like the cat who ate the whole damn aviary and staring him down while someone was under the table, fishing his cock out of his shorts.

"She's wonderfully talented for someone with so little experience." Ivy cooed out to Max. Some curious eyes went to Ivy while others stayed locked on Max, loving the spectacle. Whomever was under the table, had fished Max's hardening cock out of his shorts and proceeded lick and suck the head of his cock under the table. Whoever was under there was doing a fantastic job and having several women staring at him while he was being blown was making it all the hotter. Ivy even leaned forward, never breaking eye contact, and pulled her neckline down, letting Max's eyes feast on the miles of cleavage her impressive chest made. Other women were doing the same, Aunt Alison even cupping her milky tits, causing small beads of milk to start soaking into her top. Max knew that if he didn't have control of his orgasms, he'd have already hosed the bottom of the table and his mystery felatrix down in cum.

Ivy picked up her plate and walked towards the kitchen, pausing to lean down into Max's ear, pressing her generous chest into his shoulder and whispered "Don't worry Daddy, you can pump my pussy full of a fresh load later."

That was it, Max gripped the edge of the table with both hands and grunted as he felt his cum rise. The mystery girl under the table seemed to feel it happening and instead of stopping, she took his cock down her throat in one plunge, and Max saw a mess of dark hair come forward as she did. Max unloaded down Olivia's throat, pumping rope after rope of what felt like several pints of cum down the diminutive girl's throat.

When Max finally felt his orgasm subside, he leaned back, drained for the moment and relishing the sweet afterglow. Olivia suck hard as she drew back, making sure not one drop of his cum stayed on his still semi-hard cock as she cleaned him off. Max helped Olivia get out from under the table as she was gathering up stray cum that had spilled from her lips. She gave him a shy smile and said "I figured you might like a little surprise 'thank you' after rocking our worlds last night." with a wink.

"That's right stud." Gabrielle said as she came around her daughter. She pulled her daughter's head back a moment and then gave her a scorching kiss, pressing her incredibly voluptuous body to her as their tongues dueled.

After a few moments of watching mother and daughter french kiss in his kitchen, Mrs. Cortes broke the kiss, licking her lips. "I knew waiting for you was worth it. I can almost taste your little soldiers trying to find an egg to violate in my mouth." She purred.

Olivia gave her mom a quick peck on the cheek before stepping away. "Don't worry Mom, If that's just what you're tasting, imagine what those little guys are doing when he's actually trying to knock you up." Olivia said as she gathered her plate and Max's. Mrs. Cortes seemed lost in thought at that, eyes hazy as she remembered last night. God she loved this family.

Max, figuring he had some time, made a round of kisses and thank yous, especially to Olivia for that little stunt, and then headed up to his room to gather his thoughts. If everyone here was pregnant, he was going to need to work on actually having a plan for the next few months.