Well, We found out where Megan's daughter went.

Standing in your kitchen over the stove was Becca Halo, Megan's only daughter from next door. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail as she poured more batter onto a hot griddle, a large pile of pancakes already next to her still steaming. She looked up as Max entered and gave him a cute smile. "Hey there cutie, Glad you're back among the living." Max did not remember Becca like this.

Last he remembered, Becca was a reclusive girl who never really left her room, wore incredibly baggy clothes that hid her figure, and besides seeing her only once in a rare occasion, he'd never really seen her smile, ever.

Yet, here she was, in his kitchen, looking like a pillar of normal in a kitchen that was even more coated in dry jizz than he'd seen over at the Halo house.

Gone was the baggy clothes, now she was clad in a fairly tight athletic t-shirt and yoga pants. If she always looked like this, Max couldn't figure out why she'd ever hide herself away. Apparently underneath the baggy clothes was a trim little woman, a head shorter than Max and apparently almost a carbon copy of her mother. Except her breasts, holy shit. She had to have something in the DDD or E cup range at least, Max wasn't sure. Keeping his eyes on Becca's face became much more difficult as he took her in.

Setting the bowl down next to her, Becca turned her attention from the hot griddle to give Max another cute grin. "So, big boy, since you're no longer grunting and doing your best caveman impersonation, let's talk. How much do you actually remember from last night?" Max wasn't sure what was going on and now felt even more compelled to get to the machine and see if he could use it to figure out what was going on.

Max kept sputtering and trying to figure out where to start. I mean, could he ever tell anyone he had a reality altering device he'd been abusing to make an incestuous breeding harem? Probably no. "Honestly, I don't remember much last night. I can at least say no **** was involved... Probably..." Max started with. He could at least say that was true. To his knowledge anyways.

"Well, I think you went on a bit of a rampage last night. Can't really blame you though, Your family is around as curvy as me." Becca gave him a sultry wink at that and turned back to the griddle, making sure nothing burned. "Anyways, I found you in our pool last night, hip deep in your aunt's pregnant pussy. If anyone in the neighborhood was still guessing who's the baby daddy, I think your cover may be blown now." Max wasn't sure where this new, confident and chatty Becca had come from, but he was loving it. Also, the smell of those pancakes.

"Anyways, I came out after around an hour of you trying to pump enough cum into your aunt her baby would come out pregnant. To be fair, it was three in the morning and a girl can only finger herself for so long before she just wants to get some sleep." Max immediately imagined the buxom blonde before him fingering herself into a frenzy while watching him fuck Aunt Alison in the pool and felt his sore cock stir. Becca apparently noticed, "Keep a lid on that thing, you've already pumped enough into me for the moment."

That got Max's attention. "Wait, what?" He sputtered as his mind caught up.

Becca gave him an appraising look before continuing. "You really were out of it last night, huh. Yeah, When I came out to tell you and your aunt to go to bed, you were all grunts and testosterone, and then I don't know what happened. Next thing I know we were fucking in my kitchen like we were the last people on Earth."

Holy fuck... Had Max been running on some sort of "pure instinct" mode? No conscious thought, just pure lust and a need to put babies into bellies?

"Hey there mister, Don't zone out on me again. I don't think everyone would be able to survive another round of that." Becca snapped at Max. "Don't go thinking you **** yourself on me, Ever since you moved back with your family I've been trying to get your attention. Why do you think I've been doing yoga with my mom in the backyard?"

Max then "remembered" that in this 'post machine' timeline, Becca had been the same reclusive girl that Max had known before. But had started hanging out with her mom more often and wearing tighter clothing and doing yoga with her mom. This may have been an unintended side effect of the machine, but one he was glad was now in his kitchen and making a glorious smelling breakfast. Max like this happier Becca, pancakes and miles of cleavage definitely not influencing him.

"Anyways, We were fucking like rabbits in heat when my folks got home." Max cringed a little when he heard that, that was never the start of a fun chain of events. "Oh God, What happened?" Max asked. He remembered how all the major rooms he'd been in were ransacked before he left the Halo household.

"It's fine Max, it's nothing that hadn't been building up for a long time." Also, definitely not something comforting to hear. "Dad started yelling at you to get out as Mom was calling dibs on you next." Oh fuck. Max might be a homewrecker. Becca seemed unperturbed by the story and just kept going. "They started fighting again and you kinda fuck-carried me into the living room, without pulling out. Not gonna lie, that was hot as hell." Well, at least Max had technically 'gotten out of there,' and was glad to know his instincts hadn't turned violent.

Heedless, Becca continued, "I can't really say what happened to them after that, you took me to my parents room and fucked me till I passed out from cumming so hard." Max kinda nodded to himself, at least he didn't hurt anyone, and he didn't break up a married couple by fucking the wife before they fought. He seems to have fucked her after they fought, Max could live with that.

"I woke up around an hour later to you fucking my mom right next to me." Becca said with a sly grin on her face. Max froze, he really wasn't sure what sort of reaction he should be expecting, but kept a calm face. He'd managed to not fuck anything up so far.

"Hahahaha! Don't worry hun, I'm not mad or anything. I know most girls would probably be upset about seeing the guy they were just with fucking their mom right after them, but Mom and I had been planning to share you ever since we started doing yoga in the backyard. Sort of a womanly pact to share the spoils... of your dick." Becca laughed. Max released a breath he'd been holding in without realizing. Thank you magic what if machine.

"Anyways, After you really weren't responding to dirty talk and mom was kinda out of it while you had her in that mating press position, I went checked back on everyone in your house. I helped get your aunt in bed instead of just passed out next to my pool, and then helped everyone else get back into bed and a little cleaned up while you were fucking mom. I also may have eaten your mom out a little as **** for you fucking my mom silly." Becca gave Max another smoldering smile and Max felt himself hardening again. "You really did a number on all of them, so I'm surprised you're the first one up."

Wait, All of them?

His mom, pregnant aunt, the twins, his two cousins, Olivia, her mom, and Shanti? Sweet Jesus Vampire Hunter, no wonder he felt sore. Just because he can "easily overwhelm" a woman in the bedroom doesn't mean he won't feel it after dominating around 11 in the same night. All while apparently just cumming every-fucking-where. Jesus.

Max was drawn back out of his thoughts by a firm, toned ass pressing back against his swelling cock. Becca was giving him the most sultry look over her shoulder back at him as she pressed back against him. "You've got some time before breakfast, and while I'd love to jump on you now, that can wait till after. You need a shower or to jump in the pool. Your little rampage earlier hasn't left you smelling like roses." Becca shoved off of Max, leaving his hardening cock ache for the feeling of her round firm ass again. Before she did though, Max tried to sneak a peek at her fertility screen to see what damage he might have done last night.

Becca Halo:
Pregnant: 1 Female
Special Characteristics:

Relieved he had kept to just one baby in each of the Halo women's wombs, Max snapped a quick kiss on Becca's neck before rushing off to take a quick shower. But, before that, he slipped into his room and pulled the magical machine and typed in; "What if I understood why I've been having blank spots in my memory?"

Understanding flooded through Max as his magically(?) induced knowledge let Max know that perhaps having all of his sexual abilities be reliant on his instincts may have let them overwhelm his conscious mind when he was being overwhelmed with too much pleasure.

That was a fairly straightforward fix, and Max quickly plugged in a few new lines from his experiences last night.

"What if I never lost control to my instincts?" (Simple and straight forward. This should keep Max from going on autopilot and having blank spots in the future.)

"What if I never got sore or exhausted from sex? (That aught to keep him from wearing out in the future.)

Now feeling confident he didn't have anything to worry about in the future, Max typed in one last line.

"What if I remembered everything that happened to me last night?"

With that line the world went white and Max felt himself experiencing everything he did last night.

He remembered his mom walking in on him and the twins, and then pounding her into submission while she ate Holly's cream filled pussy out while Molly was passed out.

He remembered Iris, finding her on the couch, talking with Olivia, then just pulling her panties to the side and fucking her silly there on the couch. Then fucking Olivia while a blissed out Iris tongued her clit.

He remembered Ivy, finding her in Aunt Alison's bedroom eating Shanti out. He just slit right into her while she went at it, pounding her into the dusky woman's pussy. Then mounting Shanti when Ivy fell away from being too stuffed full of incestuous cum to keep going.

He remembered plowing Gabrielle as she made out with Aunt Alison in the kitchen, talking dirty to each other about all the babies Max was packing into everyone's wombs.

He remembered fucking Aunt Alison in the pool next door, so the water could help support her belly so she could really fuck herself on his big cock.

He remembered Becca, frustrated and horny trying to be angry with him, but taking his cock in her mouth the instant it was out of the pool. He remembered her talking dirty about keeping her barefoot and pregnant, like a good little housewife taking care of all his incestuous babies.

He remembered her parents getting home, Mr. Halo looking jealous and in awe at the vision before him, trying to get Max to leave. He remembered Mrs. Halo looking on with envy and lust, trying to let him stay so she'd get a turn. He remembered the fight, he'd heard it starting as he carried a cooing impaled Becca to the bedroom. Mr. Halo accused Megan of cheating already, letting all his insecurities of her always having an eye on the neighbor boy boil over. Megan didn't care, she already knew Steve (Mr. Halo) had been cheating on her and had even tried putting his hands on Becca. Max couldn't tell what was said after that, the door had closed behind him.

He remembered Megan joining him in the bedroom after he'd finish pumping the seventh load of cum into her daughter's fertilized womb. She needed him. He was there, and he filled and drilled her till all her pain and tears were gone, just Max and his cock remaining. They hadn't noticed Becca waking up and trying to talk dirty to them. They had been in their own little world of a woman and her mate, doing exactly what their bodies had been built for. Max remembered Megan smiling as she clung to him as she fell asleep.

He remembered the exhaustion overtaking him and what happened after.

Finally caught up, Max smiled to himself. He hadn't fucked up too badly, and even got to bang the neighbor before he was planning to. Nothing wrong with that in his book. Megan was in real estate too, maybe after he bought a few lottery tickets, he could ask her to find a nice house for a growing harem. As Max stood up he saw something from his desk from next to the machine.

Max picked it up, finding a lottery ticket.

Slated for the drawing in three days.

How had that even gotten there?

Figuring he wasn't going to answer that soon, (the machine was gonna do what the machine wants to do) Max put the ticket back on his desk and rushed to grab a shower. The siren call of fresh pancakes just couldn't be ignored.