Multitask!

Max had fantasized about his twin sister's more times than he could count. And with their tits ballooning and their constantly horny expressions, his libido wasn't about to let him go back to his room alone to get rid of Bill.

But that didn't mean he couldn't get rid of the asshole.

"Holly, can you come up to my room with Molly and me for a bit?" He asks. "I want to show you something."

"I bet you do, you lil' sister fucker!" Bill says. "You'll have to make do with one. I'm squeezing this one's ass right now."

Holly looks conflicted. The look on her docile, submissive face is heartbreaking. She clearly wants to go with her siblings but can't bring herself to defy the older man.

Max gets angry and strides over to grab his sister by the wrist.

"Come on, Holly!" He commands and she follows as Bill's hand gropes at empty air.

"Hey you lil' shit!" Bill yells. "You're gonna...you and me gonna have words. Once I'm...once I'm done fucking your mom's face..."

Max does his best not to think about what's going on under the table as he leads his docile blonde sister's up stairs. Bill thinks he can kick Max's ass at leisure. But what if he couldn't?

"Thank you, Max!" Holly says as soon as they're in his room. "You know I'd rather be with you! It's just, Bill is so forceful. I can't resist him."

"That's my fault, Holly," Max confesses. "But I can fix it."

He goes to the "What if" machine.

"What's that?" Molly asks.

"It's the thing I'm going to use to get rid of Bill!" Max announces.

He thinks. What if Bill died? That might traumatize his mom and aunt given what was going on downstairs. What if Bill was never born? That wouldn't necessarily change anything. There were plenty of asshole men that would take advantage of a houseful of horny, docile women with huge tits. Bill would just get replaced.

But why shouldn't Max be that replacement?

He types "What if I was so masculine that all other men were intimidated by me and all women were unable to resist me?"

The screen flashed and the machine suddenly gets smaller.

Max blinks in confusion and realizes he was wrong. The machine didn't change. He had gotten taller and his hands had gotten bigger!

He looks down and sees that he is now ripped. He looks up and sees his sisters are still there, staring at him adoringly. They aren't wearing aprons anymore. Instead they are dressed in matching diaphanous purple nighties, differing only by the H and M monograms stitched over the left nipples.

"Are you done?" Holly asks.

"Can we do the thing you like?" Molly asks and licks her lavender-glossed lips.

Max knows exactly what she means. Of all his fantasies, there's one on steady repeat. His cock swells.

"Do you two know a guy named Bill?" Max asks, and his voice is lower and commanding.

"Bill?" Holly asks, confused.

"Wait," says Molly. "Wasn't that the asshole that followed Aunt Alison home?"

"Oh right!" Holly exclaimed. "And then Max beat the shit out of him! And after the cops came to ask about it, we ended up having the orgy with Officer Marci! God, that was fun! Can Officer Marci come back sometime Max?"

"Next time I have to beat up an asshole," Max smirked.

"Oh goodie!" Molly says. "But can we PLEASE give you a good morning now?"

Max notices at last that his bed is three times bigger than it was. He confidently stands up from the machine and sits on the edge of the bed, his silk robe falling open to reveal his cock, which is also three times bigger than it was.

"You know it's my favorite thing, girls," he says as they stare hungrily at his crotch, trembling.