The rumblings of things to come.

Max was feeling a wide array of feelings as he was swept up into a sea of beautiful women, all thanking him and expressing interest in the mansion he wanted to build. Standing there and trying to speak to all of them (even though a large number of them were his literal family) had been a lot more intimidating than he'd thought. While Max hated public speaking, seeing all of his women all together like that had made him realize something.

He was the only cock in the house.

Of flesh and blood at least, he knew that his ladies kept several dildos around the house, some even casts taken of his dick. He didn't quite remember when he'd had a cast taken of his dick, but Max's memories from his last use of the machine at least suggested that someone he was related to might have taken it after one of his really late night gaming binges. As far as he could tell, at least.

Max pulled his train of thought back from trying to remember a very hazy memory of someone licking his nipples in his sleep while they made a cast of his dong. He was the only dick to somewhere around twenty pussies, at his guesstimation.

While he was more than fine with that ratio, Max didn't want to be leaving his ladies high and dry with only one cock to go around. He knew that his ladies were coming up with their own ways of waiting for their turns on his cock, having walked in on more than a few ladies indulging in sapphic delights together. Which Max had to admit, was hot as hell. Anyone who walked in on twins as hot as his sisters, 69-ing each other while their voyeur cousin watched from a corner while fingering herself silly and didn't join in was lying to themselves in Max's opinion.

Drawing himself out of another deliciously sexy memory, Max needed to figure something out. He didn't want his women getting bored of waiting and start to look around. He knew it was hypocritical as hell, he didn't want to share with another dude.

He needed to think of something, and he had a magical(?) device in his room that could help. He didn't have an idea of how to do it though. He was going to need some inspiration. As Max started making his way towards his room for a little alone time, Tiffany grabbed his hand before he could fully escape.

Max was already preparing to make an excuse so he could head back to his room and start trying to concoct some sort of solution when he looked into her eyes and noticed that they were kinda red and teary already. What he was going to say died in his throat as he instantly tried to comfort the busty blonde.

"Hey, What's wrong Tiff? Is everything okay?" Max cooed at her. Tiffany took a moment to breath for a moment, apparently unsure of what to actually say when a large feminine hand reached down to her shoulder. Both Tiffany and Max looked up to see Carmen giving Tiffany a supportive smile. "Just say it Tiff, Max will take care of things." Came from the muscular latina as she shifter her gaze to Max. Max idly wondered where the shorter latina could have gone off to if Tiffany was this upset, it was rare to see the three of them more than a few feet away from each other.

Tiffany took a deep breath and seemed to steel herself before looking back into Max's eyes. "I just want to be clear. You sounded just now like you asked everyone to move in with you in whatever bigger house you're going to get. After all I did to you, like having you kidnapped and everything. Do you really want me to move in with you?"

Max took a moment while he thought about what she was saying. Of course he was fine with it, but he also had the perspective of knowing that he had already irrevocably (at least, to his knowledge) changed Tiffany. Or at least, made changes to her that she wasn't aware of as of yet. To her credit, This was Tiffany with a minimal amount of changes to her, to Max's knowledge. All of his changes to her, making her curvier, smarter, **** and "good" (to his interpretation) and her knowing he was doing so, were all tied to her pregnancy, and it had barely been three weeks since he'd pumped a baby into her.
Apparently being potentially sold out to a gangster by her own mother and then finding refuge in his aunt's house had been a bit of a radical change for the blonde.

Either way, with Max's knowledge of what he'd already done, he was more than fine to have the blonde move in with him. A smile broke out over his face as he looked into Tiffany's eyes, "Of course you're welcome to move into my future house, mansion, or whatever I'm gonna call it. You, Carmen, Maria, everybody's welcome. Do you need to tell your family that you'll be moving in with me officially?"

A shadow passed over Tiffany and Carmen's faces for a moment, but Tiffany shook it off and smiled at Max, "No, I'm good. You just worry about making a nice big home for your apparently massive family." Carmen still looked over Tiffany with some small level of worry which had Max concerned, but he didn't want to press her for anything. He wasn't going to **** her to do anything she didn't want to do.

Tiffany, reached up and wrapped her arms around Max and Carmen, bringing them all into a three-way hug. "I can't wait!" she squealed as she buried her face into the two. Max tried not to focus too much on how the hug brought Carmen's large chest deliciously pressed up against him.

The three broke apart and after catching a heated glance from Carmen, Tiffany and Carmen turned towards their wayward third member who just shouted "I told you!" with a smile on.

Max smiled as he took the moment to retreat to his room. He needed to figure somethings out and he had an idea on where to get some inspiration.

Max needed to read some hentai.

Back in the kitchen Carmen and Tiffany were pressed into another hug by several women, but mostly into a hug with the very pregnant matriarch of the house.

Alison looked at the previously bratty blonde and statuesque latina after finally pulling herself away from hugging the two of them, making sure to press their faces into her very swollen and sensitive tits, no reason she couldn't get a little extra out of the hug. "Did you you two really think I was going to let you two go after getting chased in here by a bunch of wanna-be gangsters?" She started while arching her eyebrow in that magical way all mothers seem to know.
Both girls were silent as they squirmed under her maternal gaze as they tried to think of some sort of way to explain themselves. Somehow all of their arguments came out hesitant and half-starting before dying under the fiery headed milf's gaze. Eventually Tiffany was able to get out "But, we did such terrible things to Max, and we're not even related to anyone here?" somehow making it a question even though she started out trying to make a statement.

That made the matriarch pause for a moment as her eyebrows both raised as she took in the statement. After a pause as pregnant as she was, Alison brought her fingers to her lips and gave a loud whistle, her eyes flaring a brief emerald green for a second. One that echoed through the house and got every woman's attention, even as some had been half way out the door. Illyana, Mrs. Angala and Cortez both had been heading out since they both had some grading to do for their classes and Illyana was going to check on Bruce. "Everyone, to the kitchen!" came from Alison's mouth, with another flare of emerald green in her eyes. Somehow, Max hadn't heard her rallying call to the kitchen.

Alison took in all the women in her house and gave everyone a good round of the evil eye before starting. Not the magical evil eye, just the power of a mother of a chaotic household.

"Apparently, some of you need to hear this, so I'm going to go ahead and say it. All of you are family here." That got a smattering of loving smiles and eyerolls throughout the room.

"Also, apparently no one was taking Max serious earlier when he brought this up, so I'm just going to go ahead and ask, Who here has used a condom with Max? And don't be shy, almost all of us have fucked that stud, so don't start acting demure now." Alison called out.

Only one hand reached up.

Iris.

Alison gave her daughter a questioning look, so Iris stood up and proclaimed "I wanted to take sips of his jizz all day, so I blew him with a condom on, in his sleep, and I don't think he woke up. Also, it was delicious, but took several hours and I had some lockjaw afterwards. Would not recommend."

That got a wave of chuckles, giggles, eye rolls, and smiles through the crowd of women in the kitchen. Illyana even gave her sister a wide eyed look as the idea danced in her head.

After rolling her eyes, the matriarch of the house spoke up. "My point is, out of everyone here, only one condom has been used, and that stud is a pussy fiend. I don't know about any of you, but that man has done his damnedest to drown his baby girl in my belly right here. Which leads to my next question, Who here has had Max pump their pussy full of cum at least once? Besides those who haven't slept with him yet."

Everyone except for the cops and Illyana's hands went up.

"Three loads?"

No movement from the ladies in the room.

"Five loads?"

Nothing again, but several pairs of eyes started glazing over as they remembered the feeling of Max's thick cock stretching them wide before he started to pump his cum practically straight into their wombs.

"Has anyone's pussy here been pumped full of that hot, thick, potent, manly jizz at least ten times?" Alison called out.

Every hand stayed up as thighs started to rub together and fingers started to twitch and drift closer to certain places.

Alison smirked as she took in the scene before her. Even the cops and Illyana, the only three yet to climb on Max's massive fuck-stick were all flushed as deliciously depraved thoughts raced through their minds. Everyone else was just a warm breath away from starting a sapphic orgy right here in her kitchen.

If she wasn't trying to make a point, she would have let it happen too.

Alison rallied her own thoughts, drawing away the last time she felt Max's massive cock pump her pregnant pussy full of that delicious cum. "My point is, we've all been pumped full of enough cum to make a fertility clinic jealous. We might need to get some pregnancy tests today or tomorrow, to see who might be like me in the next few months since Max is stress testing all your collective birth control."

Everyone was nodding as more than a few of them flushed even more at the thought of being like the heavily pregnant matriarch before them. There were far worse fates than being knocked up by a stud with a pregnancy fetish, if his penchant for fucking his aunt was any indication.

Alison surveyed them all for another brief moment before letting the group go. "That's all, but Shanti, Gabi, Megan, Illyana, Sis, Cops, and you three, come with me to my room. We need to have a talk about who's sleeping where." she said as she gestured to Tiffany and her two latina friends.

As the sexually charged kitchen started to empty, *Ding Dong!*

Someone was at the front door.